“What do you think?” I asked Daniel.

He took a breath which involved a lot of shoulders.

“I guess it looks okay,” he admitted. Reluctantly.

“I guess,” he added, almost honestly. “I mean, if you like it. I mean you must like it right, or otherwise, unless you inherited it, or something like that. You didn’t inherit it, did you Emma?”

“You think it’s ugly,” I accused him.

“No, no, not at all. Not ugly. Just, um, maybe a little ordinary.”

“Ordinary? In what way?”

“Non-descript?” he ventured.

At least he didn’t ask how much it cost.

“Was it a great bargain, or something like that?” he asked

“An unbelievable bargain,” I said. “It was essentially free.”

“Essentially?”

“Yeah. I sort of stole it.”

“Oh? Sort of?”

“Uh huh. I reverse portaled it.”

His face wrinkled. “What does that mean, exactly? That it isn’t real?”

“Oh, it’s real all right.”

“So you can sit it in and everything?”

“Yes, everything,” I said. “Oh, and one more thing. It’s called ‘The Naughty Chair.’”

“What does that entail?”

With a smiling smirk, I told him to take off his clothes and I’d show him.

I had the now naked Daniel stretch out on the floor. “Don’t I get to try out the chair?” he asked.

“Maybe later, if you play your cards right,” I said, stripping out of my own outfit. “Playing your cards, by the way, is a euphemism, or figure of speech, or something like that.”

I sat back on The Naughty Chair. “Ooh, this feels good. So good,” I crooned, shifting myself sensuously. “So good on my bare-naked butt.” I swiveled and shifted and lifted.

I reached down and around and let my hand play around with my ass. “Ooh, ooh, ooh,” I mock-moaned. My middle finger teased its way between my sex lips. “Oh,” I moaned, nothing mock about this utterance. “Oh Gosh, Daniel, this chair is making me so naughty.”

I couldn’t help but observe that Daniel had his hand around his cock, and his cock was fully erect.

“Yes, Daniel, stroke that fuck stick.” I don’t think I’d ever said ‘fuck stick’ before. Clearly the chair was having an impact.

“Faster Daniel. Harder. Make yourself come. I wanna see you come.”

With a groan and a jerk of his body, he came. More jerks. More cum. Me too. Coming.

His orgasm over, Daniel lay back. Me too. “Whew, that was good,” I said. “This Naughty Chair is really special, don’t you agree?”

Daniel gave me a disbelieving look. He shook his head. He smiled. He stood up, lifted me from the chair, sat himself down, and somehow socketed me onto his yet erect cock.

We hugged lovingly, and after a while the chair had its way with us.