7 Years Bad Sex by Nicky Wells

naughty.’
    There was something in her voice that made him look up even though he was in the midst of a critical harmonic tweak. His jaw dropped.
    Casey was practically naked. Except she was wearing an impossible black rubber-and-string contraption that should have been repulsive but looked unbelievably sexy. He stared and gawped even while the heat was rising in his body.
    Casey gave a slow, provocative half-twirl, revealing exactly what she had on. There was a lacy rubber G-string under a body-hugging halter-necked rubber wrap that was held together—just—with a silver chain criss-crossing her front and only barely managing to contain her breasts. Her feet were in impossible black stilettos with a silver spike for a heel. Alex felt himself stiffen in all the right places, and his breathing quickened.
    Her hair was scraped back into a severe ponytail, and while Alex was still drinking in his wife’s unexpected dominatrix attire, Casey revealed with a flourish her last accoutrement, which she had been hiding behind her back: a whip. She flicked it experimentally before poking him under the chin with it, forcing him to raise his head and look her squarely in the eyes.
    ‘Naughty, naughty, naughty,’ Casey purred in a voice so husky and raw that it was nearly an octave deeper than normal. Alex swallowed hard.
    ‘I’m sorry,’ he squeaked and bit his lip, trying not to laugh at himself.
    For a moment, Casey’s extraordinary façade slipped and her lips creased into a lopsided smile. She, too, suppressed a giggle.
    Alex half rose from his chair, but she patted him on the shoulder with her whip and commanded him to sit. Alex obediently sat, relishing the heat between his legs and the tremor in his fingers. This was going to be good—oh so good. If this was what their little performance problem brought out in them, then wow. So be it.
    He succumbed to Casey’s game, playing along at every step of the way as she pranced around him, placing her stiletto’d foot brazenly between his legs only millimetres from his groin, running her fake black fingernails along his cheek—surely they were fake, they had to be, they weren’t there last night, but oh, he rather liked them, the tingling feel of them, the shivers they sent down his spine…
    Alex grew dizzy with desire.
    ‘Kiss me,’ he pleaded.
    ‘Not so hasty,’ came the reply.
    Casey shimmied some more, pulled at some straps, and suddenly released the G-string from under her wrap. Now she was bare in all the right places under that rubber dress of hers, and Alex realised that he had access to all areas.
    Right on cue, she sat on his lap, rubbing against him. Moaning, breathing heavily, licking his ears and his cheeks. And finally, finally kissing him deeply, greedily, hungrily.
    They clung to each other like they were drowning, and when they eventually overbalanced, they toppled off the chair and fell to the floor in a tangle of limbs. Somehow, Casey ended up on top of Alex, and the sight of her breasts straining against the rubber and chains sent him mad. He pulled roughly at her ponytail so that her head yanked back to expose the long, delicate curve of her neck. For a moment, he fantasised about being a vampire and sinking his teeth into her tender flesh. That had never occurred to him before, but he didn’t have time to dwell on the notion.
    Casey was up for it too, he could tell. She was panting hard and clawing at her outfit.
    ‘Get it off,’ she whimpered. ‘Get it off, get it off!’
    ‘Not so fast.’ Alex decided to turn the tables and tease his wife a little.
    ‘Please,’ Casey begged, increasingly desperate.
    ‘All in good time,’ Alex gasped, although he knew he wouldn’t be able to restrain himself much longer.
    ‘Please,’ Casey wheezed one more time. And then she passed out.
     
    ~Casey~
     
    ‘What happened?’ Sasha was completely agog. It was a Saturday nearly two weeks after the rubber dress incident, and Casey and Sasha had holed up