A Family Affair - NSFW

Erin dreaded the Barlowe family get-togethers. She always felt so out of place at these grand events. Growing up in a blue-collar household with a factory worker for a father and a schoolteacher for a mother, they never had much money, but they made it work. Marrying into money was an eye-opening mind fuck.

 

She had met Warwick in grad school; he was a professor, but not her professor. He was forty-seven years old to her twenty-eight. It wasn’t his money or the age gap that interested her. It was their shared love of literature and history, as well as how kind he had seemed. They had been married for almost ten years. In fact, their anniversary was around the corner, mere months from now. He was still kind, but seemed to have lost interest in their marriage, but more specifically, in Erin.

 

She had tried everything to re-interest him; lingerie, pheromones, sex toys, even opening their marriage, but none of it seemed to move him. He was too busy pursuing golf, his tenure at the university, and campaigning to become a locally elected official. Erin was all but forgotten.

 

She had thought about not accompanying him to this latest gala; the celebration of the 70^th wedding anniversary of his parents, Preston & Blythe Barlowe, but his family already only seemed to tolerate her. Skipping the event would cause far more problems than showing up, so she gritted her teeth, put her prettiest dress and fanciest lingerie on for herself, and went along with it.

 

The gathering was to be held at the country club his entire family belonged to. There would be rich stuffed shirts and botoxed babes from stem to stern. Even after all these years, Erin was out of her depth. She played the role of dutiful trophy wife well. She greeted and hugged and schmoozed all the people that barely looked her way any other day. It was going to be an endless day, as their events tended to start in the late morning and persist through the late evening.

 

Once brunch had concluded, the men, including Warwick and Preston, went to the greens to play eighteen holes of golf. Erin despised golf, so she stayed in the lounge. Once she had exhausted all the vapid topics with all the uninteresting women she could, Erin found a quiet chair by a window and mindlessly scrolled on her phone.

 

She knew she’d get a scolding later about not being sociable enough, but for what? None of the topics discussed interested her, and no one was interested in what she had to say, anyway. She was lost in a book she had pulled up on her phone when a voice came from in front of her.

 

“Hey Erin.” She looked up from her screen. Sawyer Whitlock, Warwick’s nephew, stood in front of her. She did her best to give him a smile, but it probably looked more like a grimace. He was one of the more tolerable family members, but she didn’t want to suffer through more small talk.

 

“Oh, hey Sawyer. How are you?” Erin asked as she stood to greet him politely. Sawyer went in to hug her and she returned the gesture. He was at least a head taller than her at five foot five, so her face pressed against his chest. His very firm chest. When did Sawyer get so… thick?

 

Erin caught a whiff of his cologne, and he smelled expensive. Of course he did. He came from money and worked a six-figure job and had since he got out of college. The scent went straight to her head… and lower.

 

“I’m good. How are you, sweetheart?”

 

“I’m well.”

 

Erin and Sawyer fell into easy conversation. They caught up, as it had been about five or six years since she’d seen him. She remembered when he was twenty-five at his college graduation party was the last time she remembered seeing him. He was now living in the city, but his girlfriend Sabrina had broken up with him a few months ago, so he was just trying to enjoy the casual dating scene.

 

“So how are you and Uncle Warwick?” he asked as he sipped his whiskey. She really did not want to discuss her rapidly failing marriage with any of his family members, lest it get back to him, shattering their image of wedded bliss. They’d likely just blame her for it, anyway. Not being a dutiful and attentive enough wife or some other asinine sexist garbage.

 

“Oh, we’re fine.”

 

“Must be pretty busy between his tenure and his campaigning.”

 

“Yes, he is quite the busy man these days,” she said with a sigh as she looked at her dwindling glass of wine.

 

“But really, how are you?”

 

“Fine, honest.”

 

“You don’t seem fine. Come on, Erin. Be straight with me.” Erin sighed.

 

“Not here. It appears you won’t let this go, so follow me,” she said as she gathered her purse and wine glass. Sawyer trailed after her. She slipped behind the mahogany door of the library, leaving it slightly ajar. Sawyer followed her to the dark leather couch, each perching themselves on an end so they could face one another.

 

“What’s been going on?” Erin looked down at the nearly empty wineglass in her hand and sighed again.

 

“Whatever I tell you doesn’t leave this room, okay?”

 

“Scout’s honor,” he said as he held up three fingers.

 

“Alright, alright, Boy Scout.” Erin smiled, probably for the first time that day. She relayed her and Warwick’s marriage woes, their dead bedroom, and everything else she had longed to tell somebody. Sawyer listened intently, only stopping her to ask clarifying questions or to offer his apologies.

 

When she finished telling him her story, he ran a hand over his face and stood. Sawyer went to the door.

 

“Wait… what are you doing?” she asked, panic rising as she took a few steps toward him to stop him. Closing the door quietly, he slid the bolt to lock it. He turned to look at her, and he wore an expression she’d never seen on him before. It was dark, almost predatory.

 

“I’m going to show you how a woman like you should be treated. How a woman should be teased. Savored,” he growled. A shiver slithered up her spine as he stalked back over to the couch and stood before her. Erin downed the rest of her wine and Sawyer took her glass and set it on the table next to the couch before he took her hands to help her stand. “That is… if you want me to,” said Sawyer as his hands ghosted up her arms. Erin’s eyes searched his face, trying to see the intent beyond the words.

 

“I…” she didn’t know what to say.

 

“If not, we can talk more, but nothing said or done will leave this room.” His gaze was intense and turned her knees to jelly. “What happens next is all up to you, okay?” he said as his hands caressed her upper arms in a gesture of comfort.      

 

“O-okay.”

 

“Okay, what, Erin?”

 

“Show me.” Her cheeks flushed a bright shade of magenta with that one command. A smile curled his lip, and his chest rumbled with a chuckle or a growl. Erin wasn’t sure anymore. Her heart threatened to leap from her chest, her vision was fuzzy around the edges, and her hearing was also distorted. Sawyer sounded like he was underwater. What had she just agreed to? Is this something she was really going to entertain? Yes… yes, it was.

 

Sawyer bent and his lips brushed hers, clearing her senses in an instant. The kiss was gentle at first, but that’s not what Erin needed. She wrapped her arms around his neck and fought her way into his mouth. Her tongue wrestled with his, frantic and messy. After what seemed like an eternity, they broke for air.

 

“Erin, fuck. I wasn’t expecting that,” he said breathlessly. Her hand dipped to worry at the tent in his suit pants. Sawyer’s body shuddered. “Or that,” he breathed out. Erin’s mouth curved into a devilish smile this time. As her hand went to his belt, Sawyer stopped her. “Hey, hey. No. This is about you,” he said as he moved her hand to her side before kissing her again.

 

“But I want…”

 

“You’ll get… but first,” Sawyer cut himself off by dropping to his knees in front of her. His gaze never left hers as he hiked the skirt of her dress up, exposing her fancy lingerie beneath. “Well, another surprise,” he chuckled.

 

“I… it was for me. To make me feel better.”

 

“No need to explain. Excellent choice though,” he said as his fingers slipped around the band of her slinky, lacy thong and slid it down her legs and stashed it in his jacket pocket. Before she could protest that she’d need those back, his face was buried in her cunt. Erin clapped her hand over her mouth after a surprised yelp liberated itself from her throat. Sawyer paused.

 

“Shhh. You don’t want to get caught, do you?” he asked as his gaze flicked up to hers. With her hand still over her mouth and her watery eyes wide, she shook her head. “That’s a good girl,” he said before digging back in. Her head swam and her knees threatened to buckle. Sawyer must have sensed it, because he wrapped his arms around her legs and picked her up. She stifled another surprised screech as he carried her to the couch and set her gently on the cushions. “It might be easier this way,” said Sawyer before he spread her legs with his large hands.

 

“Oh…” was all Erin could say. He dipped his head to lay a kiss on her perfectly manicured mound.

 

“Is this still okay?” he asked, his eyes locked with hers. Erin nodded. “No. I need you to use your words. I need to hear it.” Erin felt like she was going to explode. Her cheeks burned and her heartbeat in her ears.

 

“Please,” she said.

 

“Please what?” he asked as his fingers trailed through her leaking slit. Erin’s eyes fluttered, and a shuddered breath escaped her.

 

“Savor me.”

 

“You never need to ask me twice,” he said before he buried his face between her legs again. His tongue teased at her entrance before it slid through her folds to flick at her clit. Erin was so close already; it had been over a decade since anyone had done this for her. Warwick would never. The only person who has touched her here in the last seven years was herself. Sawyer felt so good. A long, low moan made its way from her chest as Sawyer feasted on her. “I can see that you aren’t going to be able to contain yourself. Maybe these will help keep you quiet,” he said as he pulled her lacy panties from his pocket.

 

“Oh,” she said, eyes wide. Before she could protest, Sawyer gently shoved the panties past her lips, making her squeak. Erin didn’t have time to even process it before he resumed his work between her legs. His tongue again slithered its way through her folds, tasting, teasing… savoring.

 

His tempo bounced between frantic and languid. The pressure would ebb and flow with each change. As he flicked at her clit, she was moving ever closer to the edge. Then he would change his pace. Erin gave a muffled protest. A chuckle drifted from Sawyer’s chest.

 

“I hope you’re enjoying the taste as much as I am… you’re like a tangy peach. The tenderest and most tantalizing flesh,” he growled as he continued lapping at her sweet flesh. As his tongue circled her most sensitive spot, Erin’s body trembled, her orgasm on the horizon. Sawyer dropped his rhythm back down and gave her slit another long, slow lick before he pulled away to watch her face.

 

Another muffled and incoherent protest through now drool soaked panties, Erin’s doe eyes wide and pleading. Her desperation made him chuckle… or was it a growl?

 

“You want more?” he asked.

 

Erin nodded.

 

“Oh, baby girl… let me show you what more really means,” he said. His fingers parted her folds, and it was zero to sixty from there. He sucked and flicked at her clit while he slipped two fingers into her. His touches didn’t let up one iota as she writhed and moaned and buried her fingers in his hair, raking his scalp with her perfectly posh nails.

 

His fingers crooked inside of her, and fireworks detonated behind her eyes. Erin’s orgasm crashed over her without warning. Her body shook and contorted in blissful rapture. Sawyer didn’t let up and worked her through her orgasm until she was whimpering and closing her legs around his head. When he finally came up for air, he chuckled at the sight before him.

 

Erin sagged against the couch, her chest heaving, drool dripping from her mouth down her chin to pool on her dress. Her eyes fluttered like they weren’t quite ready to see yet.

 

“You’re so pretty like this. Completely undone and fucked out.” Erin just made some incoherent noises as Sawyer leaned up and pulled the panties from her mouth, drying her chin the best he could. Her eyes still fluttered, and he gently cupped her face and patted it. “Come on, come back to me, Erin.”

 

She grunted and finally her eyes shot open, her breath catching in her throat. She wiped the rest of the spit from her chin with the back of her hand.

 

“I… s-sorry…” she stammered as she tried to close her legs and sit up. Sawyer’s hand pressed her against her chest, shoving her back, pinning her to the couch.

 

“Oh, my little bluebird, do you really think we are done here?”

 

“Wh--”

 

“No, sweet thing. We are not even close to being done,” he said before sliding his fingers back into her cunt.

 

“Ohh… ohhh…” Erin moaned.

 

“Now, now. Remember, we must be quiet, or do I need to gag you again?”

 

“N-no,” she stammered out.

 

“You sure?” he asked before he ducked his head and flicked at her clit with his tongue, forcing another sound from her. “Tsk, tsk,” he scolded before he stuffed her thong back into her mouth. “You’re going to give me another one.”

 

Erin garbled out a muffled question. Sawyer answered by sucking on her clit. Another muffled moan. He combined his hand and mouth again, sending Erin reeling. Within just a few strokes, she was writhing on the couch again. He pulled his mouth from her, but his fingers kept a steady pace, thrusting and curling.

 

“Oh, that’s it. One more, baby. Come on, I know you can give me one more,” he coaxed her before his mouth resumed its place on her clit. Her body convulsed as another orgasm took her. Sawyer worked her through this one too until she was a pile of thoughtless and boneless goo on the couch.

 

Her body buzzed with the receding bliss and her mind fuzzed out like an old TV left on too late. Her chest heaved as she floated down from her cloud of hazy euphoria. Sawyer pulled the panties free of her mouth once more.

 

“Come on Erin. Come back down to earth, sweetheart,” he said before he patted her cheek. She was a little slower to respond this time. Once she was coherent again, he smiled. “There she is. Here, I want you to have a taste, so you know how fucking sweet you are.” Her cheeks burned. She’d never had a man speak to her this way. Warwick would never.

 

Sawyer’s wet fingers ran along her bottom lip before she parted them ever so slightly. He slid them in, and Erin’s eyes fluttered closed. The taste of her was earthy and had a salty tang. It wasn’t unpleasant. Her tongue caressed and licked each finger until they were clean. “See how sweet you taste?”

 

“Mmhm,” she mumbled. The bulge in Sawyer’s pants beckoned to her. She wanted to return his incredibly generous favor. Erin’s hands reached for his belt, and his hands gripped hers to stop her.

 

“No, no, my little bluebird. Right now is for you. My treat will come later.” He pulled her to a standing position and spun her around, so her back was to his front. “How do you want me to fuck that sweet little cunt of yours? Bent over the table? Or the couch?” he whispered against her neck as his hands massaged her tits from behind. She stepped from his grasp and moved to the end of the couch, pausing by the armrest on the left side. Her fingers trailed over the rich brown leather.

 

“Here. I want you to fuck me here,” Erin said quietly, not even believing she’d uttered them out loud. A devilish grin slithered across Sawyer’s lips before he crossed the short distance.

 

“I was so hoping you’d say that,” he chuckled. His hand in the middle of her back bowed her down in front of him before he flicked the skirt of her dress over her hips, exposing her ass and drooling pussy. “I wish you could see what I’m seeing. So fucking beautiful.” The praise blushed her cheeks and made her ears throb.

 

Erin spared a look over her shoulder when she heard him working his belt open. She wanted a peek because she was a greedy little slut. If she was doing this, she wanted it all. Sawyer slipped his pants and boxers lower on his hips, freeing his cock. And what a cock it was. Thick and veiny with a perfect pink head, leaking just for her. The sign of Sawyer slowly pumping his juicy cock made her cunt flutter with anticipation. Feeling bolder than she had in over a decade, she teased Sawyer.

 

“Come on, just fuck me already,” she said as she wiggled her ass.

 

“Oh, now you’re just asking for it,” he laughed. Sawyer slid his cock through her slick folds, and she shuddered. His skin was searing against hers. She couldn’t wait to feel what it felt like inside her. Once her slick coated him, he slowly pushed in. Erin gasped. The stretch was exquisite; he split her inch by gloriously thick inch.

 

“Fuck,” she whined when he was fully inside, and her ass nestled against his hips.

 

“Jesus Christ,” he groaned as his hands gripped her hips. “You’re tight as fuck, Erin,” he gritted out as he pulled back slowly, only to sink back into her. The friction of their bodies against one another was intense. Their pace started gently, but their desperation drove the rhythm to punishing. Skin slapped against skin as Erin tried to muffle her cries with little success.

 

Sawyer pulled her upright and continued to thrust into her as he covered her mouth with his hand. Now that she was standing, she could see them in the ornate mirror that hung on the wall. Sawyer’s hair was wet with sweat and his face was rosy with the effort of his onslaught.

 

“Shhh, Erin. Be a good girl. You gotta be quiet here. If we were back at my place, I’d want to hear you. No… I’d need to hear you. I thought your laugh was my favorite thing about you until I made you moan. I love the way you moan for me, and I can’t wait to hear more, but right now, you must be quiet for me, okay?”

 

Erin could only nod her head. Sawyer never missed a beat as he spoke. He caught her gaze in the mirror as she watched him fuck her.

 

“You like what you see, bluebird? You like to watch?” Sawyer’s hand dropped from her mouth so she could speak.

 

“I want to see you. I want to watch you come.”

 

“I think I can arrange that,” he said as he unsheathed himself from her. He led her to the seats of the couch. Situating himself in the middle, he stroked his cock again. “Hop on, gorgeous,” he beckoned to her. Erin straddled his lap and impaled herself.

 

“Shit,” she sobbed. “F-fuck, you’re big,” she stammered before she began to rock her hips.

 

“That’s it, that’s my little bluebird. Fuck, you feel incredible.” Erin’s hands gripped his shoulder as she rode him hard. Sawyer’s hands settled on her hips again, urging her rhythm to frantic.

 

“Fuck,” she whined. The pressure inside her built again. Every roll of her hips fanned the flames until they exploded into an inferno, and she shattered around his cock. Erin clapped her hand over her mouth as she moaned and rode the waves of her orgasm.

“Fuck, I’m gonna come, Erin.” His words cleared the fuzziness in her head like a breeze.

 

“Not inside. I don’t want to be dripping all night,” she said before she launched herself off his lap and dropped to her knees and wrapped her lips around his cock as her eyes locked with his. Their flavors mingled on her tongue in a heady elixir as he exploded in her mouth.

 

“Fuuuuuck!” Sawyer moaned behind his own hand as she swallowed him down. She milked his cock for every drop it was worth until he shuddered under her touch. “Fuck, girl,” he chuckled.

 

Erin pulled off and left a kiss on the tip of his cock before she giggled. She rose to her feet while Sawyer righted himself and re-buckled his pants. Sawyer reached for her and pulled her in against his body before he kissed her deep and rough, his tongue dancing with hers. He pulled back and looked into her eyes.

 

“If you want to do this again, I’m open to it. If not, I understand.” Sawyer kissed her nose and made for the door before she could say anything.

 

She stared at the closed door, mulling his offer over in her head. Erin knew it was wrong, but she’d never experienced anything like what they’d just done. She decided she needed more time to think about it. Sleep on it for a while. Erin slipped from the room a few minutes after Sawyer, so they didn’t raise any suspicion.

 

 Later, after dinner, she heard the server ask Sawyer if he was interested in dessert. His gaze locked with Erin’s as he spoke.

“Oh, no, thank you. I had my dessert earlier,” he said as he gave her a wink.

 

Erin’s cheeks turned a muted shade of fuchsia. Warwick noticed and leaned in.

 

“Are you alright?”

 

“Oh, I’m fine. Just having a hot flash.” That’s when Erin decided she was going to see Sawyer again. And this time it would be somewhere she could moan his name.