Hello! My apologies for the long wait between updates.
Reminder: This story is AU.
I don't own One Tree Hill.
I hope you enjoy chapter two.
I lay back on the empty bed, the soft sheets beneath me were a little cold from the absence of his body. My naked skin, warm in comparison. Lucas sits at the end of the room, in front of a laptop, watching me from behind his desk. I was feeling a bit sleepy from the red wine we had with dinner and could have simply drifted off into a nice nap. I knew he had other plans though. What, I wasn't sure.
"I have something for you," He told me with a spark in his eyes, "Something I think you will enjoy."
I prop myself up on my elbows, my blond hair falling over my shoulder.
"Now, firstly I want you to turn off the lamp from the bedside table."
Oh this was new. I did as I was told and suddenly the room turned dark, and only his face was lit up by the laptop screen's light.
I lay back down and awaited further instructions, feeling completely submissive and under his control.
"Now open those beautiful legs of yours and touch yourself." I did as I was told. I ran my fingers down my belly and to the top of my hip, dodging the curved bone and down to my parted thighs. I let my index finger run down my pussy lips, hot and smooth, before bring in it back up dividing them as I went. The slow touch allowed me to feel just how turned on I was. Bringing the finger smoothly across my clit and up still further I left a soaked trail behind. I quietly sucked the finger into my mouth, tasting my juices, before placing it back on my wet pussy and rubbing it back and forth. I drew a long, deep breath and sunk onto the comfy surface of the bed.
"I am going to read you a story," He said.
I stopped the motion of my fingers as I listened.
"'Is this about what I think it is?" I asked in the dark. Lucas had promised me to write a naughty story over the weekend.
"Don't stop, Peyton" He said, "I want you to cum… as I read to you."
Now that was hot! I started to move my fingers again, gently the tip of one finger slowly grazing the hood of my clit. With most of my sight removed, the other senses were heightened. I hear him take a deep breath in as he begins to recite the words from his laptop...
I had forgotten my fuck-me-dress until the night Brooke and Julian came over. They have been enjoying their vacation for the last two weeks, traveling through the country, including a visit to a swingers club in New York. Curious about their new adventure, we invited them for dinner.
The four of us go back a long way. Brooke used to date my husband in high school, back when she had graduated from one-night stands and was starting to take relationships a little more serious. She is a very beautiful girl that attract guy's attention wherever she goes. One of those guys was Julian Baker, a gorgeous man I dated while on a break from Lucas.
When the evening arrived, things went as one might expect through the course of the meal. We caught up on each other news but didn't dare to venture onto the swinging subject. It was only when we moved through to the living room that things got interesting.
"Peyton, you're almost thirty and you look amazing," Brooke exclaimed, as I open the mandatory pack of chocolate sweets.
"I do yoga and pilates exercises almost every day, well worth it."
"Lucas, you're a very lucky guy," Julian stated.
"I know, I can hardly keep my hands off her." Lucas smiled and planted a hand on my ass.
As I held out the chocolates, Brooke took two. She popped the first into her mouth and held the second up in front of Julian's lips. Her hand moved to his groin at the same instant he jerked his head forward to snap the sweet away with his tongue and teeth.
Normally when I masturbate, I like to recall sexy things that happened to me and how I felt and replay them in my mind. But this was totally different because I couldn't control the events that may occur, only my response to them. I continued to tease my pussy slowly as I transformed my husband's words in vivid images.
"You've not changed," I said.
"How do you mean?" responded Brooke with a devilish look in her eyes.
I dropped my eyes to her right hand.
"Life's too short not to enjoy it," She smiled and gave Julian's cock a little squeeze.
I turned to offer my husband a sweet.
"Do you still wear that green slut dress?" Brooke asked.
It took a couple seconds for me to make sense of her question. "Oh, no, not really, I haven't worn it for years."
Lucas suddenly perked up. "What dress is she talking about?"
"Julian will tell you." Brooke looked her husband in the eyes. "Peyton was wearing it the night he fucked her for the first time."
My hard drive contains several pics of that evening to testify to that. There's one in particular that caught my husband's attention. We're on a hotel lounge, I was sitting on Julian's lap and he was wearing a pair of tight jeans that failed to hide his hard-on. For days, Lucas's mind pondered upon what happened after that photo was taken until he got the courage to ask me about it.
"I'm sure Julian didn't have a chance," Lucas said, not surprised with the revelation.
"It's true." Julian smiled like a man recalling a successful evening.
"You bitch," I smiled at Brooke.
"Anyway, it was Peyton's fuck-me-dress, I designed it and she wore it because she was desperate to get laid."
"If you want to talk about the past, perhaps we should talk about..."
"Oh, confession time. Maybe we should play truth or dare," Lucas said
"Maybe later," Julian interrupted. "I bet you still got the dress?"
"As it happens, I have." My promiscuous side could never let it go.
"Well, what are you waiting for?" Lucas pointed to our bedroom.
"Lucas, you too!?"
"Go try it, I bet it still fits amazing on your body" Brooke said.
"I'm not sure I…" I said. Lucas eyes running over my body.
"Do it girl, make the boys day."
The thoughts inside my head began to tangle. My best friend was asking me to give the group a bit of a show. And what's more, the boys seemed very keen on the idea. The thought that I was turning them on was turning me on. Lucas's tender nod encouraged me to indulge my guests. I took a last gulp from my glass and left the living room.
Brooke and Julian have always been a part of my masturbatory fantasies. Well mostly Brooke. Julian is not exactly a fantasy. I have a very good memory and in my inventory of erotic recollections, Julian was still very present. Yes, I think about random people, close friends and even ex-boyfriends when I "Brooke" myself. Am I the only one?
In the bedroom, the dress was hanging at the far end of my wardrobe. The bass of some music penetrated the whole floor. I recognized it as a compilation Lucas usually put on when he was feeling horny. Within minutes I was excited too… and naked. I pulled the sexy dress over my back, just as I had done that night in LA. It resisted a bit as I pulled it down over my hips, just like that first time. I ran both my hands down the sides of my body. It felt so smooth, and so figure hugging. I stepped over to the tall mirror to see if it looked as great as it felt. Sexy as hell.
It was deep green with a hem that sat halfway up my firm thighs. The back plunged down to the top of my ass. One strip of fabric ran over each breast and met a few inches above my navel. They were held together with crossing straps. My hardened nipples added to all that sexiness.
I retrieved the only hells I have in my collection that matched the occasion from the other end of my wardrobe and stepped on board. After momentarily contemplating going into the living room without any, I dug in my panties drawer and soon found exactly what I was looking for, a very promiscuous thong that is usually reserved for bedroom performances. I slipped it into position. A look towards the mirror confirmed the T-bar was showing above the back of the sexy dress, just as I hoped it would be. The smooth fabric pulled tight against my pussy.
After a few small dabs of perfume in key places, it was time to get this show on the road. Once I made my entrance, I could see that the coffee table had been lifted out the way and Brooke was dancing, grinding her ass into Julian's groin. Lucas's eyes were soaking up her every move.
"What do you guys think?" I spun full circle for good measure.
"Gorgeous," Lucas said with a cheerful smile.
"You look like sex on legs, P Sawyer," Brooke stated enthusiastically. "I think there is one way to compete with that." Her fingers popped the first buttons on her black dress; her breast bulged enticingly above a half-cup bra. The room filled with sexual tension.
After a little performance in front of the group, I turned round and reversed my ass into Lucas's groin. Before long the two couples were facing each other. At first it was all looks and little smirks. The boy's hands were on our hips, Julian's eyes were drilling through my dress.
Lucas's hands were the first to make a move, stopping only when they were tucked in under my breast. His thumbs then ventured a bit forward. I sensed my husband's hesitation; he was testing the waters. I gave him the green light to go ahead. I was in the privacy of my own home, what harm could come of letting Lucas squeeze my tits in the presence of my best friend and Julian? My body tensed as he took hold of them.
And so the games began.
Julian's hands moved up, exploring the inside of Brooke's dress. I ground my butt harder into Lucas's groin. "Mmmm, your cock is so hard," I murmured with my head tilted back.
"I want to fuck you in front of them," Lucas whispered in my ear.
My mind played out several potential scenarios. In all of them, it was Brooke and Julian who started to fuck first. Lucas and I watched for a while before deciding to join in for the fun. My train of thoughts were interrupted by Brooke revealing the lacy waistband on her lingerie as she undid two more buttons on her dress. I started to will Julian's hand down inside her panties, I wanted to watch him to go work on her pussy.
Lucas must have been reading my thoughts. His left hand slipped down my body until his fingers were stroking my sex through the thin material covering it. I felt my face turn red, and my body start to exude lust from every pore.
Moments later Brooke moved away from Julian and edged towards me. Julian stayed where he was. She took my left hand and guided me away from Lucas. I didn't want to go, but I did want to go. Lucas's hands were the only ones I'd granted contact to my flash in over six years. He didn't hold on to me. My husband was consenting to what we both knew was going to happen. My horniness drove me towards Julian. I felt the heat of his body against my skin, and his erection pushing between my ass cheeks. My nipples aching hard as two familiar hands went on to my boobs. They felt wonderful. Watching Lucas's hand delving inside Brooke's panties added to my excitement.
Our evening had already taken a surprising turn, but it took another…
"By the way, I didn't finish the story" Lucas said after a calculated pause.
"What? Are you serious!?" I exclaimed. How could he do this to me? Tease me so mercilessly? He knew his words made me hot.
"Yes, very serious," Lucas responded. He then shutted down his laptop, leaving the room completely lightless. "I have yet to come up with an excuse to dismiss Julian so I can have both of you for myself," he added.
I felt him moving on the bed, laying down next to me. His strong body close enough to be able to feel him without him actually touching any part of me.
"You are one selfish prick" I said as I turned the lamp on again.
To my surprise, he was already naked. My husband's body was gorgeous. For a moment I allowed myself to watch the flowing movement of his muscles. A dart of fiery arousal shot through me as I took in his strong thighs and the already erect shaft between them.
"You have a beautiful pussy, you know that?" His eyes fell to the sight of my damp entrance.
"Do you like it?" I smirked, knowing he was only trying to distract me, and I let him.
"Mmm, I do." Lucas said as he knelt on the floor by the bed. "Come here!" His right hand stroking his cock.
I eased my legs over the side of the bed so he was eye-level between them.
"I want to kiss your pussy. Is that okay?" His fingers probed my opening, exposing me. He kissed my clit, his lips soft and wet against my flesh.
"Yes," I breathed, leaning back on the bed as his tongue moved through my wetness. He eased his way through, making his soft tongue into a sharp point to probe inside of me. I cried when his fingers replaced his tongue, sliding deep into my damp flesh as his skilled mouth moved over my clit. I loved my husband's eager to please.
I moaned as Lucas lightly sucked and nibbled my clit, his fingers moving in a steady rhythm. I cupped my breasts in my hands, firmly tweaking my nipples as I watched him lick my sex, his blue eyes on mine, watching my reaction. I shifted my hips forward toward his mouth and grabbed the back of his head, rocking my hips with him now, calling his name.
"Fuck Luke, so gooooood," I cried.
He murmured some words, but I couldn't hear as I pressed his face harder against me, moving my hips in circles, using his mouth now. I was close. Lucas pulled his head back, his beautiful face glistening with my juices.
"God, you're beautiful," He stood up, admiring my body.
"Please Lucas," I was so close. It was torment to watch him slowly stroking his cock. He was just as excited as I was.
I couldn't wait any longer. I wrapped my legs around his body and pulled Lucas back towards me. "Kiss me," I said. My tongue seeking his, tasting my juices in his mouth. He pressed his sex against me, the feel of his big cock over my skin was incredibly arousing. I rubbed myself against him, "Mmmm," I moaned, sucking his tongue into my mouth.
Lucas groaned, breaking our kiss and adjusting himself one more time as he knelt between my thighs. I twisted and moved my hips closer to his awaiting mouth. He feathered smooth kisses over my pussy lips, moaning at the softness.
"Oh My God!" I felt him slowly spreading my wetness over the unprotected, sensitive skin of my pussy lips, his tongue lapping it off. Long strokes, bottom to top, stopping just short of my swollen clit every time.
I grabbed his blonde hair in frustration and cried, "Lick it! Please!" directing him there with my hands and moaning as his tongue finally swept over my clit. I stared at him, my bald pussy lips disappearing when Lucas opened his mouth to suck on them. I rolled my hips, spreading my long legs wider and pressing up against my husband's mouth.
Lucas slipped two fingers inside me, pumping through the soppy mess I was making all over him and the bed, but it felt so incredible I didn't even think twice when I started fucking him back, now thrusting my hips against his firm hand. "Hmmm", he groaned. His tongue moving fast against my clit, his fingers matching my intensity.
"I'm cumming," I cried. Lucas knew it and didn't stop until I twisted and bucked, cumming all over his face.
"Good girl", he moaned.
"Fuck," I purred, still trembling with my orgasm.
Lucas stood then, grabbing my ankles with his hands and putting them over his shoulder. His face and mouth were glossy, his eyes burning with desire as he rubbed the fat head of his cock over my slippery lips.
"Fuck me," I begged as his cock slipped through my slip, bottom to top, again and again.
I moaned when he pushed forward, giving me a couple inches. He pulled out and I moaned one more time when he pushed back, feeding me a couple more inches. He pulled out one final time before he slid the head of his cock down again and cut my flesh. Lucas groaned, stopping when his cock was fully in. I moved to open my long legs, but he held them tight against his right shoulder, beginning to fuck me in that position, my pussy a smooth crease, his hardness creating a delicious tight friction.
"You like that." He teased, using his other hand to touch my breasts. He felt huge inside of me this way, and I shivered as he drove into me.
The sensation of my hairless pussy being hugged and pummeled at once, the delicious grinding of his hips against mine, feeling him thrust into me harder and faster as he worked his thick cock through my pussy, was almost too much. The sensation between my legs now was driving me towards a second orgasm.
"Hmmm, your pussy feels so good," Lucas growled, moving his hips in circles, working his cock against the weight and pressure of my legs pressed together, my pussy lips closed around him. I arched my back straining to grind my clit toward the friction that would send me to ecstasy.
Closing my eyes, I felt Lucas start to push deeper and make the grunting noise he always made before he came. I tensed against him, twisting in a wonderful torture with my clit stuck between my engorged pussy lips and then I felt a violent burst, an intense quake racking my body as I came for the second time.
"Fuck," my husband groaned and stiffened as he came inside me, kissing my leg as I felt wave after wave explode in my body.
"That was incredible," he said breathless.
"So fucking good," I added with stars in my eyes.
Sex with Lucas was amazing. After all these years together, you would think our sex life would become boring or stale over time, far from it. Unlike many of my friends, I never had issues reconciling the idea of only having sex with one person for the rest of my life. And that was the plan. Well, until it wasn't…