Open Your Legs Novels & Stories

His eyes followed me, brow furrowed. When I reached him, I didn’t stop right away. Instead, I placed my hands on his shoulders. He flinched, just slightly. And that almost made me laugh. I leaned in just enough for my voice to drop, softer now. “My dear husband…” I tilted my head, my gaze locking into his. “Let’s have an open marriage.” Silence. Yes, I would serve him that hot dish first.

I stammer frantically. "I can't keep holding this trap open with my feet and pull your leg out, too," he says desperately. "Let me think!" He crouches down, gripping the edges of the metal in his hands and exhales sharply when he finds he can keep it open with just the strength of his hands, rather than needing his full body weight. "See if you can pry your leg out," he says, holding it open. Sweat is beading on his brow. "Use your body as a lever to gain more force."

I start to swing my legs up and think we are done when Carter takes my leg and swings it back down, so I am sitting in front of him. He kneels in front of me and opens my legs. I try to keep them closed but he holds them a little tighter, “Trust me?” he asks. I look at him. Do I trust him. Yes. I nod slightly as he smiles and moves back to opening my legs. I still resist. Nobody has ever looked at me down there before.

You’re ready? Good. Because this time I’m not holding back. This time I’m going to wreck you completely. Lie back down. Right now. Spread those trembling legs as wide as they’ll go. I know they’re still weak from before, still quivering, but you’ll do it anyway. Hook your arms under your knees if you have to—pull yourself open like the filthy, desperate slut you’ve become for me.

“What?” “Sit! Now!” I sat immediately. “Lift your legs and spread them wide.” My face immediately went red. “What are you talking about?” When he didn’t respond I knew better to do it. I spread my legs wider. He hadn’t moved from his seat. “Good boy,” he murmured, a slow smile escaping his lips. “Spread your legs wider. Shoulder width. Let me see how desperate you already are.” I obeyed instantly, feet sliding apart . I felt Jerry’s voice hit me like a command I could not ignore. “Spread wide for me, Aiden. Legs open as far as they go. Show me that tight hole.”

"Just a little longer. Right now, I need you to spread your legs." I coughed, wondering if I heard him correctly. "You heard me," he clears up, and the knots in my stomach tighten. I play with the stitches on the inside hem of my skirt, slowly sliding my legs open, one touching the center console, the other the door. The ache in my stomach meets my thighs, warmth pooling in my core.

“Open your legs.” I blink at him. “Excuse me?” He doesn’t repeat himself. Just raises a brow like he’s already tired of this game and isn’t above flipping the board. I hold his stare a beat longer than I should, then slowly shift, knees parting just enough to keep from feeling fully exposed. My heart thuds once, hard. He stands up from his seat, then slides into the space between my thighs. His hands settle on my knees, steady pressure as he forces them wider.

I’m seriously screwed up but that makes two of us. “We’ll see,” he laughs huskily. “Lean back and open your legs.” His lips form a hard line as he waits for me to comply. I finally do as he asks even though it makes me uncomfortable to be open this way. He jerks my legs forward so they hang over the bed and uses his legs to spread them wider. “Grab the pillow at the top of the bed if you need to scream.” The fire flares to life in his eyes again and I’m burning in their flame.

Next text: “Sit on the chair in the corner. Spread your legs wide. Put one foot on each stool in front of you. Open up for me.” There was a low leather chair with two small stools positioned perfectly in front. I walked over, sat down, and followed the instructions. I leaned back, lifted my legs, and rested one foot on each stool so my pussy was completely exposed — spread open, wet, and on full display. I wasn’t even shy about it. The alcohol I’d had earlier was helping me feel bold and a little high. I waited like that, legs wide, heart hammering, pussy tingling in the cool air.

“Lie down and spread your legs for me like a good girl.” Although her legs are still shaking, she doesn’t take a second before complying. Fuck!