CHERRY BLOSSOMS // Revisited // Bachelorette // 2.4

Geoff was back there, rubbing her feet. She was face down, knees bent, feet in his strong oily hands. Head pressed to the pillow, she watched out the window at the night sky, thinking about the things her husband was suggesting.

It was exciting. But it was a lot. It was fun to joke, but she’d known this dude for so long. Knew Geoff was ramping up, building to something.

This aroused him. His words suggested it, but even more: his accidental (yet oh so purposeful) bumping of his erection against her toes. She could feel the cotton-shrouded tip poking her while Geoff rubbed her feet. Their playful, speculative banter put a spark in him, really put the lead in his pencil, as they say. Wow.

Toes bent, she flexed her arch and let her feet fall against him. She could feel his hardness, feel the soft movement of his balls on her toes. Then she moved them away. Geoff’s breathing went deeper, lustier. She should go to sleep.

She touched him again. Toes cupping his hanging balls, she pressed his cock along the sole. Geoff pushed himself against it, dug his cock into the flesh of her foot. She looked over her shoulder, let him see she was awake, let him see it was okay. He took it out, and she closed her eyes again. He’d oiled her feet up good. Rubbed her back and rubbed her shoulders. He was the best man she knew. Ever knew.

The hot skin of his erection slid against her foot and she liked it. She brought her two bare soles together, and he ran his cock into the soft valley between them. It tickled but felt good and dirty and sometimes she liked dirty.

“I bet no guy’s ever fucked your feet before.”

“Mm. You’d lose that bet,” she said.

“Oh, Nia, you fucking cock-hound.”

Her back shook with laughing. “Fuck those pretty feet, Geoffrey.” She wriggled her toes, pinching his scrotum accidentally and making him hiss.

Her husband was into it. Geoff clasped her ankles and thrusted against her feet and she smiled and listened as his breaths came faster and faster.

“Come, Geoff, I want you to come.”

“I want to fuck you so bad.”

“Not tonight, Geoff, just come, I want you to.”

He didn’t respond, just kept pumping through her feet. His cock felt good and hard and, as much as she’d like to make better use of it, she was tired.

She said, “Ten years married in September, all this time I never knew you were such a freak.”

“I was . . . too respectful.”

“I like it.”

“R-respectful?”

“No, the freak side. I like it.”

“You like it when I fuck your feet?”

“I do. Are you going to come?”

Geoff grunted, “Yeah.”

“Don’t mess the sheets, eh?”

“C-can I . . . mm . . . come in your . . . mouth?”

She laughed heartily, but quietly, not making a sound, saying, “Shit, I walked into that one, didn’t I?”

“Ah . . . Nia . . .” he groaned.

“Mm . . . fine.”

“So . . . so close.”

“Come up here Geoff, I don’t want to get up.”

He ran his cock along her oiled feet. Fifty more urgent thrusts, then he let her ankles go and bounded up the bed, sat himself next to her, back pressed to the headboard, sitting on the pillows next to her head. His pajama pants were down his narrow thighs and his oily cock stuck straight up. He tilted his hips to her.

She lay her head on his belly, ear pressed to it, heard his gurgling stomach and intestines, heard the hammering of his heart, too. Geoff was wrought with tension. If she didn’t want to go to sleep so bad, clearly the thing to do right here was tease him, do everything but touch his cock. For laughs. Get the man crazy. But she had to be up at four in the morning again and right now, the way he’d got her feeling, rubbed out and in bliss, she wanted him to be happy and extinguished—and, of course, fast asleep.

She finger-stroked his cock, regarding it, then put her mouth over him. The oil was fragrant, but bitter. Not strong enough to stop her, and the fragrance in her nose was pretty nice. Geoff lay still, and she held him with her lips while her fingers stroked his shaft, then lower, nails scratching and stretching his scrotum, lifting his balls and letting them fall. Then stroking his shaft again. He was trembling, his body bucking, and her head rode him like a ship on waves.

Geoff snorted, and then his cock was bubbling and spurting into her mouth. His hot semen swelled out his urethra, bulging his glans as it pulsed through his cock and past her lips. She pressed her tongue to the bottom of her jaw and let his seed splash to the back of her throat and she swallowed it. Her nails went across his balls, lightly stroked him as his orgasm waned and his semen slowed to dribbles. She sucked and ran her tongue over his glans, then let him fall from her mouth. She wiped her lips, kissed his belly just above his pubic hair. She rolled over and put her head on the pillow, looked up at Geoff as he slumped against the headboard, coming out of his orgasm. His chest heaved and his head lolled to look down at her. She smiled.

He didn’t smile back. He said, “I don’t think I’m kidding.”

“I don’t think you are.”

He scooted himself back down the bed, turned on his side and put his head on the pillow across from her. He said, “What do you think?”

His eyes were wide and scared, and she felt for him. She could feel the frenetic energy bubbling just under the surface. She felt it too. The strangest, scariest, dirtiest thrill in her adult life. “It’s . . . sexy. . . . The idea turns me on.”

He said, “Dino?”

“Geoff, what are we talking about here?”

“Nia, you know what we’re talking about.”

“Yeah,” she said, voice just a breath.

“Dino?”

She shook her head, said, “No. Too painful I think.”

“Rocco?”

“Geoff . . . he’s my boss.” She put her hands up under her head and the pillow and looked at the man she married.

He was watching her. She could see a tremble in his eye, a quivering white spot there, a reflection of the moon. Geoff was thinking, his mind going faster than his actions showed. He said, “The bachelorette . . . the stripper.”

She said, “No, I’m not interested in a man who takes his clothes off for money. He’s sexy to look at, but he’s not . . . sexy.”

“But if it’s just sex, wouldn’t you just want someone who is good to look at?”

“I guess . . . I don’t feel it though. I’m looking forward to his hot body, seeing it and all, but I don’t get turned on thinking about having sex with him. I feel like he’ll be stupid or something . . . like, annoying, you know? He’ll be empty here,” she said and touched a finger to Geoff’s temple, “and here,” resting a palm over his heart.

“You don’t want to have sex with some mindless hot body?”

“No,” she said. She could see that troubled him. “Maybe . . . maybe we shouldn’t do this.”

“Nia, you’re so sexy . . . I get so . . . horny . . . thinking about you with another man.”

“Really?”

“Yeah . . . I don’t know, what do you think? Is it crazy?”

She watched him a while longer, both of them staring into each other’s eyes. She bit her bottom lip, let it drag across her teeth as it plumped back into shape. The smell of semen tickled her nose. “Let me just go rinse with Scope.”

“Nia. How insulting,” he said, trying to lighten them up.

She huffed a quiet laugh, got out of bed, and went into the bathroom, keeping the lights off. She took a mouthful of Scope and swished it around, looked at herself, spat it out. Looked again and smoothed her hair where it hung down over her bare breasts. She looked at her naked body. Standing there in the dim midnight, her still beautiful figure lit with narrow light. She was still hot. She still had it. She loved Geoff, but she was missing something. She could still get that thing she craved.

She crossed back to Geoff, and he watched her. She got into bed next to him and put her arm over him, and he pulled her close. He said, “When we were friends . . . only friends . . . the more you fucked those other men, then came for me, the more you realized how great I was. You were addicted to that hot sex with those panty droppers, but they always ended the same way. . . . They always ended up with you and me together. We came together because of that and I was happy for you. I was so happy you could always rely on me to make everything better.”

“Do you want that . . . now?”

“No. But right now I feel like maybe I could. I’ve always been aroused by the idea, always. But I never ever thought I wanted it for real. But now . . . now maybe we could try.”

She looked down at her husband’s body. She loved this man. He was good. She kissed his chin, felt his thick beard scratch her lips and nose.

She said, “I want to.”

“You do?”

“Yeah, I want to try.”

“Oh man.” Geoff put a hand over his heart. “My heart is pounding, Nia.” He took her hand and lay it on his chest.

“Geoff, my heart is pounding too.”

“You scared?”

“Yeah, wow. I’m so turned on right now. Oh wow.” She laughed.

“Who?”

“Who who?”

“Do you know who?”

“No.”

“Not Dino?”

“No, not Dino.”

“Honestly?”

“Yeah. Too weird now.”

“Not Rocco?”

“No, he’s my boss, Geoff, he’s my boss.”

“So no double-team? Rocco and Dino.” He laughed.

“That’s a fantasy.” She laughed too now. “How would I get those two in bed with me?”

“I imagine you could just ask them, they’d say yes.”

“They’re brothers, Geoff.” She rubbed her hand over his shoulder. Her skin was tingling with anticipation.

“I’m not talking you into doing that. Just do whatever turns you on. I want you to do something that makes you happy. Tell me all about it. I want to know everything about you.”

“You do?”

“Yeah. All those dirty things you keep inside. I want you to tell me everything. I want you to tell me the things that are in your heart that you keep to yourself and that you thought you would never be able to tell anybody else.” He put his hand over her heart now.

“I don’t know if I can even do it, Geoff. It’s hot but . . . it’s big.”

“I know.”

“I’ll do it though. Just let me think about it. I want to.”

“Don’t wait too long, seriously, I could change my mind real quick. I already feel my palms sweating, like, this is a big mistake.”

“No, baby. It’s hot, I swear. It’s just not easy.”

“Okay. You’re right.”

“We have to make it work for us.”

“We do.”