‘Farfalle’ is the name for that pasta that is shaped like bow-ties. Or butterflies. In fact it is the Italian word for butterflies (singular is farfalla). And ‘olio’ is oil, but then you knew that already. You’ll have to read the story to find out what butterflies have to do with erotica. There’s plenty of oil too.

Carly was in a meeting at the government office where she worked, day-dreaming of how Kevin would be arriving at the airport later that afternoon. As she had explained to him the previous evening, she was tied up in the meeting (he promised her she would be tied up in her bedroom too) and so she would be at least half-an-hour later at the airport than his plane, if it was on-time. Kevin had proposed a forfeit as penance: she should shave off all her pubic hair, and be wearing her dark blue skirt with nothing underneath when she met him at the airport. Her schoolgirl skirt, he called it. He toyed with the idea of demanding she spend the day at the office pantiless but relented. She felt naked enough even so, with her small red thong as the only thing between the outside world and her pubis, completely smooth for the first time in her life.

The meeting had not got any more interesting. Carly stretched her legs out under the table thinking how they would be spread wide for Kevin’s eager cock in a short time. Long distance relationships had plenty of negatives, but one of the positives was the drawn-out anticipation and the intense reality of passionate sex when they were together. Carly felt her nipples start to harden as she imagined Kevin’s cock slowly easing into her. She glanced down at the swell of her firm breasts to make sure the points were not too obvious as the speaker at the screen droned on. Death by Powerpoint. Surely disbursing agricultural grants had never been made so boring.

At last her meeting was over. She went to her car to drive out to the airport. If his plane were on time it would have just landed already. No-one was around as she slipped off her thong sitting at the steering wheel of her car. Now she felt really exposed, her skirt suddenly feeling a lot shorter than it had all day. She drove to the airport. He was sitting there quite happily doing the crossword, his athletic body making his polo shirt look small. He looked up as she approached, smiling as he saw her skirt, imagining her nakedness underneath. He put his arms around her, stroking her ass-cheeks through the material of her skirt as they kissed. Soon they were driving out of the airport.

When they came to a quiet stretch of road, Kevin put his hand on Carly’s knee.

“I want to look at you before we get to the house and kids and dinner and stuff. Stop here,” he said, “A particularly good spot for seeing that rare pink flower, the Labia Carlyna.”

Carly pulled up her skirt and slid forward a bit in her seat so that he could look at her. He admired the deep cleft of her sex, denuded of the brown curls that normally decorated her lips. She parted her legs revealing her generous inner lips nestling in their valley like pink rose petals. Carly ran a finger between her lips, spreading her wetness around. As Paul watched she slowly pushed a finger into herself. A car drove by, oblivious of the pornographic scene they just passed.

“That looks really tasty,” Kevin said, “I shall enjoy licking it later. If you want me to, of course.”

“Kevin,” Carly joked, “you aren’t suggesting perverted oral sex are you?”

“If you object, then of course I shall give your reluctance the consideration it deserves. I shall tie you to the bed and then lick you!”

They drove off back to the house and domesticity reigned as the children were fed and eventually tucked up in bed. Kevin was lying on the living room floor when Carly came down from upstairs. He rolled onto his back to look at her. She faced him and then planted her feet on either side of his shoulders, so that he was looking right up her skirt.

“I seem to remember seeing something like that earlier this evening,” he said.

“I seem to remember you promising to lick it too,” said Carly. She undid the zip on her skirt and stepped out of it, before standing astride him again.

“The view keeps improving,” said Kevin.

She squatted down over his face. He stuck out his tongue and lightly licked her. She adjusted her position slightly so that the point of his tongue fell right on her clit. She reached down lower and with one hand held her smooth outer lips apart so that his tongue had unrestricted access to her clit. Her clit always felt harder when he was there than when she masturbated.

She saw the camera that he had got out while she had been upstairs. As he continued to lick her clit, she held the camera out in front of her pointing in roughly the right direction and pressed the shutter. She felt Kevin’s tongue push up inside her as she took another photograph, at shorter range this time. She thought that the contrast of her naked haunches, and her dark stockings, and her white blouse would make a photograph that was both sexy and artistic, the pinkness of his tongue pushing into the pinkness of her sex. As his tongue swirled around on her clit she felt her orgasm building, somehow different when it was his tongue rather than her own finger. Oral sex always seemed a most intimate act, and at the same time really friendly.

They went up to her bedroom. She volunteered to massage him. He lay on the bed as the stress of the day’s travel was worked out of his muscles. She reached between his legs and caressed his balls, her fingers smooth with massage oil. He lifted his body slightly so she could reach underneath him and stroke his cock with her oily fingers. Then it was her turn. Carly lay on her front as Kevin poured oil onto her back and relaxed her with long slow strokes the length of her body. He went lower, massaging her ass cheeks. He moved so that he straddled her, his cock resting in the oily crack of her ass. He reached forward and worked the knots out of her shoulders as she wriggled her ass against his cock. He moved his hips backwards and, without stopping massaging her shoulders, he slipped his oiled cock into her welcoming opening. While his fingers vigorously squeezed Carly’s shoulders, his cock vigorously fucked her. He felt Carly squeezing him with her cunt muscles, a sort of internal massage.

Kevin raised himself up a bit so that Carly could get her knees underneath her, her arse in the air, her shoulders pressed against the bed. Kevin knelt almost motionless behind Carly as she roughly drove her body back, impaling herself on his cock with each thrust. Kevin reached underneath her and pinched her clit between an oily finger and thumb, bringing her to a noisy climax almost instantly. He felt Carly’s body rhythmically milking him as she came and with a few more thrusts he was exploding into her cunt too.

When they woke up it was a lovely sunny morning. Carly proposed going for a run along the river. But Kevin had other ideas.

“No, we’ll just go for a walk. But you must wear the purple butterfly.”

Kevin held out a small box he picked up out of his suitcase. Carly opened it. The purple butterfly was a vibrator shaped like a butterfly. The tail of the butterfly was a vibrator. It came with elastic straps to hold it in place. Carly picked it up. Suddenly it started to buzz in her hand. It was remote-controlled. She stepped into the elastic harness that held it in place. It rested between Carly’s lips, the tail pressed against her clit. It was quiet for now although Carly couldn’t relax completely, knowing that Paul might turn it on at any moment.

They walked along the river until they came to a part where there was a wall set back from the path. Carly was very aware of the butterfly under her jeans, strapped against the smooth mound of her sex. But for now it remained still.

“Would you like to come leaning against that wall?” Kevin asked.

“OK,” said Carly, “but you must tell me an erotic story not just make the butterfly flutter.”

She went over and leaned against the wall. She expected Kevin to come and whisper a story in her ear as he sometimes did when they were in bed together. But he sat on a rock near where she leant against the wall and talked to her in a normal voice. Kevin slid the little switch in his pocket. Carly started to laugh as the butterfly buzzed between her lips. But it was exciting too.

“OK, I can concentrate now. Tell me an impromptu story.”

Kevin thought for a moment and then started his story. “One day Carly had to go to visit a farm in the mountains. It was at the head of a long valley, far from anywhere. She was surprised that the farmer Iain turned out to be a young man in his twenties, athletic and muscular from the hard work of farming the unpromising land. After they had discussed the grazing problem that had necessitated her visit, they went into the farmer’s kitchen. He offered her tea or ‘perhaps a beer as it is after 5′. Her first instinct was to stick with tea since she was effectively on-duty but since he was clearly having a beer himself she let him pour out two glasses. They talked about the problems of farming and Iain started to tell her that the biggest problem as far as he was concerned was the lack of women in rural towns. The local daughters tended to drift off to the cities. There was negligible traffic in the opposite direction. The romanticism of the life in the mountains was obvious on spring days when the sun shone and the hill-tops glistened in the crisp air. But those times were definitely tempered by the winter gales and the summer insects. Iain said his last girlfriend had moved out to go down to the big city. They still saw each other sometimes but mostly they just talked on the phone or sent e-mails. Carly revealed that she had a long distance relationship too, even further afield since her special person lived in another country. They talked about the kinds of things one said on the phone to maintain a relationship. Out of the blue Iain asked her if she ever played with herself when she talked to him on the phone. Perhaps it was the beer, but Carly found herself admitting it before she realised how surprised she was at the question. ‘Call him now,’ Iain suggested. He didn’t say anything more but Carly knew that he wanted her to call Kevin and masturbate while he watched. ‘You must stay sitting there,’ she said to him as she got up and went to the sofa where the phone was. She dialled Kevin’s number. She barely expected him to be there, but he answered almost immediately. ‘I am really randy right now,’ she said, ‘so read me an erotic story.’ She deliberately did not tell him where she was. He started to read her a story off his computer screen. She undid the button on her trousers, unzipped them and slipped a hand inside. Her clit was already standing to attention. Iain was rubbing the bulge in his trousers, watching her from the other side of the room. As she got more excited she pushed her trousers down around her ankles and parted her thighs. She was wearing a purple thong. She pulled it to one side so that Iain could see her pussy clearly. She felt a real mixture of people: the government employee and the slut all rolled into one. But she felt totally in control. Iain got out his cock and started to stroke it, watching her finger as it slid between her lips and over her clit. There was a pump for atomizing oil onto pans and baking sheets on the kitchen table. He picked it up and sprayed a light mist of oil onto his cock. He continued to stroke it, rubbing the oily shaft. Then he got up and misted her pussy too. She loved the feel of her fingers on her slippery lubricated lips. Iain sat back down but on the floor in front of her, just a few feet away from her, stroking his large cock all shiny with oil, worshipping her pussy with his eyes. He rubbed the oil over his balls as she watched.”

“I’m getting close to coming,” Carly said, as she leant against the wall, listening to the story, feeling the butterfly buzzing on her clit. She put her hands behind her against the cold stone of the wall.

Kevin continued his story. “Carly started to moan into the phone, telling Kevin how she was getting close, how she was coming. She could tell from Iain’s breathing that he was getting close too. She saw Iain’s cock spurt just as her own orgasm began. She told Kevin that she was coming, to carry on reading, that it was so good. Kevin said her timing was perfect since he had to rush off to a meeting.”

“I’m coming,” said Carly, bending her knees slightly so that she opened herself up a little more to the butterfly. As her orgasm subsided, Kevin slid the switch in his pocket to off. Carly got her breath back.

“You are so naughty,” she said. “The government doesn’t quite go that far to satisfy farming’s needs, although I’m sure some of the senator’s from rural states would like us to. But I have to admit it was a pretty exciting spur-of-the-moment story.”

They walked back along the river towards the city.

“Let’s go shopping,” Kevin said. “I have a book I need to buy.”

They went into Barnes and Noble. Kevin went and found his book while Carly looked at some books on some of the shelves at the back of the store. Suddenly she felt the butterfly in her jeans wake up again. Kevin had naughtily flicked the switch. He came up behind her and casually put his arm around her.

“Is this the erotica section?” he asked.

“Actually, it is the management section, but it is definitely pretty arousing.”

“Are you feeling suitably managed?”

“Definitely. I think I had better find the section on sexual harassment.”

The buzzing of the butterfly was not audible over the background music in the bookstore.

“I’m very discriminating about sex,” Kevin teased. “I want a girlfriend who is adventurous enough to come shopping with me.”

“Well, you won’t have long to wait. That is really good. I can’t decide if standing in a bookshop makes it more exciting or is unnerving. You will turn it off if anyone I know approaches me.”

“Maybe,” teased Kevin. He casually slid his hand down across her stomach, onto her jeans, feeling the soft vibration of the butterfly. He had a sex-education book in his hand and opened it to pictures of various sexual positions, definitely an arousing panorama. He moved to stand behind her, holding the book open in front of her so that she could see the arousing pictures of people fucking in different positions. She could feel his erection pushing against her bottom.

“I’m nearly coming,” whispered Carly, trying to look casual.

He turned the page over in the book to a new selection of sexual positions. Kevin could tell from the flush in her face that she was quietly coming, surprised at how normal she was managing to keep her breathing.

“Shall we go home,” he whispered as he turned the remote switch to off. “Or do you think we should go to the supermarket, or maybe church?”

“I think that that is enough remote-controlled fun for one morning. It’s a pity they don’t have one for men so I can get my own back. And I still want the one that you can control with your cell-phone!”

Back at home it was all kids and lunch and dinner and kid’s baths and tucking up-before they were alone again. Kevin amused himself a couple of times by flicking the butterfly’s switch for a moment, giving a pulse of vibration into Carly’s crotch, just to make her jump.

Kevin was clearing the last few dishes off the table. Carly suddenly said, “You still haven’t fucked me on my office desk yet. I think that you should fuck me on the dining room table for practice.”

Kevin left the room and returned with Carly’s bag of toys.

“Come over here then,” he said.

Carly came over. Kevin kissed her and pulled her T-shirt over her head. She had no bra on. Then he undid her trousers and pushed them down. Soon she was just wearing her thong. He put two black leather restraints around her ankles and two more around her wrists. He made her lean forward onto the table while remaining standing. Then he parted her legs and fixed her ankles to two of the legs of the table. The edge of the table was pressed against her hips. She put her hands above her head and Kevin fixed them to a chair at the other end of the table. Carly’s upper body was stretched out along the table. Her legs were parted wide and she was bent over invitingly.

Then he pulled her thong to one side, her pink cunt-lips on display inviting him in, the knob of the butterfly slightly incongruously jutting between her legs like a huge purple clit or a small cock. Kevin went over to the counter and came back with a bottle of olive oil. He poured some onto his hand and then rubbed it into Carly’s cunt, making sure to rub it well into all the folds of her lips, into the opening of her cunt, around and into her asshole. Then he poured more oil onto the table and smeared it under her body so that she was resting on a slippery oily table. He paid special attention to her tits, tweaking her nipples and making sure that there was lots of oil on the table under them.

Carly’s position meant that she could not really see what was going on behind her. She felt Kevin’s cock pushing into her cunt. She could not push back like she usually would because her wrists were tied tightly to the chair at the other end of the table. Kevin pushed into her hard, pushing her against the edge of the table, sliding her slightly up it on the slick oiled surface. With her olive oiled lips and her own wetness she was completely open to him. Suddenly the butterfly, which she had forgotten about, woke up and started to really vibrate on her clit. Kevin slowly fucked her as the butterfly buzzed, and in no time at all she was coming.

“Oh, that’s so good,” said Carly, reveling in the simultaneous feel of Kevin’s cock in her cunt and the butterfly masturbating her clit. As she came, Kevin just kept going, as, of course, did the butterfly.

“Stick your finger in my ass,” said Carly, enjoying the total sex feeling of being spread out on the hard oily table, tied open for Kevin’s pleasure.

Kevin reached for the olive oil and poured a little more into the crack of Carly’s ass. She could feel it running down between her cheeks. Kevin put his finger on the oily ring of her asshole and massaged it lightly, pushing slightly into it, gradually going deeper, fucking her asshole as his cock fucked her cunt and the butterfly fucked her clit.

“I’m coming again,” Carly breathed.

“…but don’t stop,” she continued.

Carly saw Kevin reach for the olive oil again. Carly could not see what he was doing but in fact he oiled his finger and started to fuck her asshole harder now, gradually working a second finger into her tightness.

“Oh that’s good,” said Carly.

“I’m going to come again,” whispered Carly, feeling Kevein’s fingers in her ass, Kevin’s cock fucking her, his balls banging on her lips, and the indefatigable butterfly still going.

Kevin was nearly coming too. He pulled out of Carly, took his finger out of her ass and spread her ass cheeks wide. He placed his cock head in the middle of her tight, rarely used hole. She squirmed a little and tried to move away but the table and the straps held her firmly in place. She moaned as he slowly forced his cock into her distended rear entrance

Carly felt Kevin thrust involuntarily into her as he came, felt his spunk inside her, adding to the already generous lubrication of olive oil. The butterfly suddenly went dormant.

Kevin untied Carly’s wrists and ankles. Kevin wanted to go straight up to bed but Carly, being a woman, insisted that they cleared up the table so that it would not be oily at breakfast time. Finally, they went upstairs. Kevin took off Carly’s thong and slipped the elastic of the butterfly over her hips so that she could step out of it. They got into the shower. Kevin washed off all the oil on Carly and then they got into bed.

“That was so good,” said Carly as they cuddled, “I had completely forgotten about the butterfly, and the oil everywhere was definitely sexy too.”

Kevin slipped down across her belly and was soon tasting the hard little peanut of her clit and the pink butterfly wings of her inner lips as he held her open. Even after the shower he could still taste the olive oil. Farfalle con olio.