Erotic Fiction by Medea

Trading Places

	"What's this?" Isabel asks, slipping up behind her boyfriend, Mark, 
who sits at his computer.  "I thought you said you were working."  She peers 
at the images of scantily clad women on his screen.
	"This is for work.  My latest client is a photographer, so I'm trying 
to decide the best way to arrange these photos for his website," he answers.
	"Oh."  She leans in closer for a better look.  "Are you sure you don't 
mean that your client is a pornographer?"
	He laughs.  "Theoretically, this is fine art photography, though some 
of the props in these pictures make me wonder.  Take a look at this one."  He 
pulls up an image of a lean Asian woman in a short black dress, who has 
something sticking out under the hem in front.
	"Wait, is that what it looks like?"
	"I think it's a strap-on."
	"Oh!  That's interesting.  She's so feminine, otherwise."
	"I think it's kinda sexy."
	Isabel looks at Mark questioningly.  "How so?"
	"Hmm, just that she has the best bits of both sexes, right there on 
one body."
	"I, uh, didn't think you were interested in penises other than your 
own."
	"Not usually, no.  But a facsimile attached to an attractive woman, 
that's something else."
	"I'm still not sure I understand.  Tell me more?"
	"Not right now," he says, shooing her out.  "I need to get back to 
work."
	The next evening at dinner, she brings it up again.  "So, about that 
picture...  What exactly is it that you like?"
	Mark thinks for a minute.  "It's the role reversal, I guess.  I'd like 
to see what it's like to switch places and be penetrated by a woman, instead 
of the usual way around.  I think I'd really enjoy being taken.  And the 
photograph makes me imagine that."
	"Wouldn't that be uncomfortable for you?  I mean, I thought most guys 
didn't like anal penetration."
	"Some men like it.  It doesn't have to hurt, even, if you go slow."
	"Hmm.  So this is something you want to try, then?"
	"Possibly, yeah.  What do you think about it?"
	"I'm definitely curious.  Want to go shopping this weekend?"
	On Saturday afternoon they drive to a small sex toy shop that has a 
reputation for being "couples friendly".  It's pleasingly clean and well-lit, 
and the product shelves have various reviews and advice to help customers 
select the best item.  Mark and Isabel wander over to the display of dildo 
harnesses, and select one with black leather straps that looks like it will 
fit comfortably.  Then they move on to the selection of dildos.
	"The flesh colored ones look even more unnatural than the bright 
colors," Isabel says.  "Let's get red or purple or something."
	"How about blue?" Mark asks, holding up a long, thin ultramarine 
silicone dildo.
	"Perfect."
	They grab a bottle of lube from one of the other displays and then 
head to the counter to pay.
	Returning home, the purchases are set aside until evening.  Their 
anticipation grows throughout the rest of the day, and Isabel whispers 
suggestions about what she will do to him later that night, when Mark comes 
into the kitchen to see if she needs help cooking.  After dinner, she 
disappears into the bedroom while he reads email.  When she returns, she's 
wearing her sexiest satin nightgown, with nothing but the strap-on underneath.
	She wanders downstairs to his office, and nearly starts laughing when 
he turns around to look at her.
	"It feels unbearably obscene, having this poking out in front, but I 
had to try it this way," she tells him.
	"Mmm, I like it even better than that photo."
	"You'd better!  Want to come here and see what we can do with this?"
	He gets up from his chair.  As he stands there with his arms around 
her she rubs the fake cock against him.  "I always love it when you grind 
against me," she says.  "How does it feel when I do it to you?"
	"It makes me want to find out what else you can do."
	Looking slightly predatory, she leads him to the bedroom.
	Once there, he undresses as she dims the lights.  She walks up behind 
him as he's finishing, and wraps her arms around his chest, pressing herself 
against him.  "Hmm, I'd need a step-stool to take you from behind like this.  
Too bad."
	"I'm sure we have one somewhere."
	"Maybe next time."
	He turns around to kiss her, enjoying the feel of smooth cloth and the 
hardness between her legs pressing against him.  She breaks away from him, and 
moves towards the bed.  He follows.  They lie down, side by side, kissing 
wetly.  He reaches for the lube which is lying ready on the bedside table, and 
hands it to her.  "I think you should start with your fingers, first."
	"This probably isn't the best position.  What if you get on your hands 
and knees so your ass is open to me?"
	He rearranges himself, and she pours lube onto her hand, lubricating 
her fingers.  He breathes deeply, trying to relax.  Slowly, she pushes at his 
asshole, sliding her index finger inside him, up to the second knuckle.  "How 
does that feel?"
	"A little odd, but okay.  Wait a minute before going any deeper."
	He relaxes a little more, letting her further inside.  She tries 
wiggling her finger slightly, which elicits a moan from him.  "Ohhh... mmm, I 
think you can do a second finger now if you're careful."
	She pulls out and then pushes at him again, this time with a second 
digit.  She feels his anus dilate to accept her as she slides back inside.  
Then she begins to stroke her fingers in and out, enjoying the sound of his 
breathing as it becomes more ragged.
	Thinking that he might be open enough now, she asks, "Ready for the 
real thing, for me to fuck you with my cock?"
	"Mmm, Bella, yes, give it to me."
	She lifts the nightgown to expose herself, and applies lube to the 
dildo, rocking her hips back and forth a little as she strokes it, trying to 
imagine what it would feel like if this were her own flesh, attached to her.  
The way the base of the dildo presses against her stimulates her clit just 
enough that for a moment she can believe it's real.
	She gets onto her knees, positioning herself behind him, and uses one 
hand on his hip and the other on the dildo to guide them together.  The tip 
enters him, and she holds it there for a moment before going further.  He's 
moaning loudly now, every time she moves, more vocal than she's ever heard 
him.  She pushes a little more into him, hands firmly on his waist.
	"Fuck me Bella," he groans, and she slides the rest of the way in.  
She fucks him slowly, firmly, as he strokes his own cock, now rock-hard.  She 
twists her hips a little, feeling the grind against her clit and letting it 
grind back into him.  Holding him, controlling him, it's in and out and in 
again and it feels so good, better than she imagined.  He cries fuck me, fuck 
me, repeating like a chant, and then he's coming with a hissing yessss.  She 
can feel him twitch, and he falls forward onto the bed, exhausted, dislodging 
her from his ass.
	She sits quietly for a moment, watching his sweaty body lying on the 
bed, pleased with her work.  He turns over to look at her and smiles.  "Mmm.  
That was good."
	"We can do it again.  I don't have to wait for this thing to get hard, 
you know," she teases.
	"Uh, no.  I get the impression I'd be a complete wreck before you even 
started to get tired."
	Isabel smirks.  "Well, then I think I'll go clean this off."
	"Want some help?  A shower is sounding nice, right about now."
	"Oooh, good idea.  Wash my back and I'll wash yours?"
	"You're on."
	Laughing, they get up and head for the bathroom.