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“I have a surprise for you tonight,” said April, using her flirty voice.

“The sexy kind?” I asked. My face flushed.

“Are you game?”

“If you’re planning, April, always.”

“I’ve been listening to your wants.”

“Uh huh.”

“I already texted you the time and address. Wear a skirt, sans undies.”

“You want me to think about it all day long.”

“Yes, that is my evil plan. And no matter what you consider, Mae, you’ll never guess this one.”

“I’ll be the judge of that.”

“Oh, baby, be ready.”

I read the text, but the location was unfamiliar. April knew I needed more, wanted more.

After work, I headed to the address, following her directions.

I was surprised that it was a club, The Erotic Café. The hostess took me to a table April had reserved.

“You have the seat of honor tonight, ma’am.”

“Thank you.”

“Care for a beverage?”

“House Chardonnay, please.”

“Enjoy your event.”

My event? What had April done and where was she?

Seductive music introduced scantily dressed, exotic women who paraded through the room, moving seductively to the beat. They headed toward a stage. It was Victoria Secret’s runway meets high-end strip club. That’s when I realized all the patrons were women. Arousal was instantaneous. Interest peaked.

A server handed me a note with my wine.

“You are secure. Adjust your skirt, so you are not sitting on fabric. Then enjoy. A.”

I adjusted my skirt as my favorite song began to play.

My automatic wetness reminded me I loved to be licked to this song.

I became aware that something was moving beneath me. A portion of my seat bottom seemed to be opening up. Okay, feel secure.

A warm breath blew on my vulva. I shivered. Then a light touch outlined my lips. Oh, yes. I wanted to sink further in the seat bottom to feel more. I enjoyed the tonguing as other customers enjoyed the performers.

A dancer stopped in front of me. She held her large breasts by my face and teased me. I smelled sex, and my hormones went into overdrive. “Is it good?” she asked.

At that moment, a tongue surged inside my wetness. Licking, twirling, sucking.

Everything swirled and pulsed.

The room.

The music.

The dance.

My sex.

AAAAaaaah. My orgasm shot through me like an electric current. I gripped my chair attempting not to rock too much.  I was in sex heaven.

Afterward, I composed myself and took a sip of crisp wine.

April joined me at the next song.

“April, I—.”

“Hot, isn’t it?” She kissed me, and I tasted myself on her lips.

“What? How?”

“You wanted novelty and public sex. The erotic café caters to every whim. The specialty of the night is Bottomless.” I glanced around the room. “Each woman gets eaten to her favorite song.”

“What a way to start the year.”

“Happy?”

Descriptions failed me. “Where’s a menu?  I want to plan an event for you.


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Writing for my three favorite places: Masturbation Monday, Wicked Wednesday and Flash Friday
I continue to follow my heart in writing and this story emerged in two parts. The January prompt of Flash Friday finished the story. I indeed started something. Thank you, Kayla Lords, Marie Rebelle, and FdotLeonora.

 
 
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Do people have public sex? It is a common fantasy. Tell me how you like my take on it.
 
The booming music moved me. Packed with the band’s crowd of fans, I danced to the beat. The surrounding bodies pressed against me and made us feel like one. 

I was horny.

As I shifted with the vibrations, I surveyed the room. I wet my lips and my heart skipped a beat as my tongue slid over them. I felt hyper-sexual tonight. Everything and everyone turned me on.

Beside me, there was a redhead with luscious breasts. Hard nipples peeked through her sheer halter top. I imagined untying it, and nuzzling my face into the soft mounds, running my tongue on those nipples, and then dropping to my knees to smell her crotch. She saw me watching her and moved closer.

Seductive and genuine in her movements, she took my hands and danced with me. Pulling me close, she rubbed her breasts over mine. Her nipples raking across me were better than I imagined. She surprised me when her fingers settled to the sides of each breast and squeezed. I throbbed.

The blaring music matched my desire, loud and riveting. With our bodies up close and touching, she leaned in as if to speak in my ear. Her scent was lavender. She nipped my earlobe and traced her tongue around its edge. My panties were soaked. When she twirled me, I landed in his arms.

“This is how I like you,” he groaned in my ear, “wanted by others.” He walked his fingers down to my ass, and then pulled me to him, grinding me into his erection. “She wants you back.”

His looping, spinning motion added to my excitement and anticipation. As the redhead captured me, she dragged her body completely down mine, and I hummed. I was in sex heaven and then she cradled my face and kissed me. Plump, soft lips touched mine and fanned a smoldering fire inside me. I drew back to see the intent on her face. With my mouth open, inviting her tongue in, I kissed her back. Accepting the invitation, she sucked my tongue, as she wrapped her arms around me. Lust tasted good.

A strong hand on my shoulder broke the connection and hauled me away. With one turn, I was smashed up against a hard body.

“I can only take so much,” he said.

We moved to the music. His leg slipped between my legs and with every beat he pressed into my vulva. Short skirts are magical. I brought my hands up over my head and swayed with the music while humping his leg.

When the musical intensity increased, more people spilled onto the floor. Her warm natural body eased into the back of me. She enticed me. My skin vibrated.

“I want to fuck you here, now,” he said. “She wants to help.”

“Oh, yes.” The anticipation was killing me.

Packed in the middle of the dance floor, we were as invisible as we were seen. My man nodded and turned me facing her.

“He’s going to fuck you,” she yelled in my ear. I nodded.

“Ever done it here before?” I shook my head. Excitement and anxiety raced through me.

She mouthed, “You’ll love it,” as his rough pants rubbed up against my bare ass. His hands fiddled with his zipper. As a hot and hard erection nestled between my ass cheeks, he clutched my ass. I could barely breathe. She searched my face as her hands roamed my body. The crowd pressed tighter around us. Her scent encased us. The pulse of the room played to my bones. Her body connected to mine. His cock sliding through my wet lips lit up my desire. Her tongue in my mouth, sweeter than any dessert had me craving more. He tilted my ass up for the right angle, and then he plunged inside me. The three of us were locked together pulsing to the music’s beat. With a bold move, I slipped my hand under her skirt and between her legs.

I slid my fingers into her wetness.

I circled her clit as if it was my own.

The three of us bounced up and down in time with the music. I screamed with the crowd, as the orgasm consumed me.

The pace of the next song changed, and I blinked back into my body. I focused on the flashing lights glancing off the walls. It was as if they sent the message to the world of my orgasm. I spun around within the crowd.

My sex crazed partners had evaporated.

Bringing both hands to my face, I took a deep breath. I tingled. Proof.

I threw up my hands, laughing, dancing, and wiggling.

I did it. My unanticipated dance moves opened a sexy door. I wondered what my next public sex adventure would be?


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“Darn, it’s cold outside.” The front door slammed and the wind whipped under my skirt and assaulted my warm flesh.

“Who brings Florida clothes for a northern winter trip?”

“You didn’t turn the heat on in the truck, did you?”

“Nope. I wanted the visit down memory lane to be authentic.”

“What a load.”

“You realize this is an anniversary, Joy?”

“Twenty years.” I nudged him with my elbow. “Think we’re flexible enough to do this?”

“Are you kidding? When you told me you were coming to visit, and wanted to ride in the truck, all I could think about was what I wanted to do with you. I’ve been exercising.”

I chuckled. “I remember our first time. You were bigger than I ever imagined. Length and width.”

“Still am.”

Bubba opened the truck door and I climbed in. It was cold as he drove to our high school make-out spot. I snuggled up next to him. This truck had been our get away, our place of sexual discovery. I was transported back in time. He parked and I shivered from the temperature and the excitement.

“Bubba, your truck, this place, they hold great memories.”

“I know. If it ain’t broke don’t fix it.”

“I didn’t know if you would give me the time of day.”

“Really, why?” He put his arm around the back of the bench seat and tugged on a strand of hair.

“I treated you like dirt, left without saying good bye, and haven’t really stayed in touch.”

“Hey, everyone knew you weren’t meant to stay.” It was nice to hear him confirm it. “Your momma keeps me posted on the adventures of your life.”

“You make it seem glamorous.”

“Well, compared to hunting, fishing, and field work, it is.”

I laughed. “I couldn’t get away fast enough.”

“Anybody who knew you could see your exit coming a mile away.”

“Bubba, there were things I treasured here with you.”

“I’m listening.”

“You and I had a lot of firsts.”

“Uh-huh.”

Bubba rested his calloused hand on my bare thigh, touching familiar territory. The warmth seared me like the first time he touched me. I had to tell him.

“Bubba, you were the first and still the best oral sex, I have ever received.”

“Well, I’m glad that you appreciate my talents. Maybe I’ve improved with age.”

“Is that possible?” I turned and lay down on the seat. I dropped my knees out to the sides as I shifted the material of my skirt.

“Lordy, girl. You are all fancy now, hairless. You aren’t trying to give me a heart attack, are you?”

I shook my head. Bubba pushed me back towards the door as he slid those rough hands under my bare ass and pulled me to his mouth. The past and the present toyed with me and both were hot as hell. Bubba pressed his thumbs into that space by my tendon, which only he knew. Hovering over me, he blew softly on my sex before he dipped his tongue in.

“Hmmm. You still taste like peaches, Joy.”

I wiggled. “You are the only guy to ever say that.”

“You drip like a ripe peach, too.”

“Are you going to keep describing or get back to tasting?”

“Impatient as always, I see.”

Bubba traced my sex with his tongue and pulled my clit between his lips. His tongue danced on it. I wanted to levitate, but his hands kept me where he wanted me.

“You’ve got some new moves, I see.”

“You inspire me.” Bubba used his thumb on my clit, as he tongue drew down into my center. He pushed it, in and out, teasing me of things to come. “Do you still trust me, Joy?”

“You may be the only man I trust.”

“I’m going to make you feel good.”

I am wetter than the first night we tried this. How is this possible twenty years later?

“Let me see your breasts.”

As I pushed up my shirt and unfastened the front clasp of my bra, I felt him spreading my wetness further down my perineum and over my asshole. What exactly did he have planned?

“Bubba?”

“It’s all good, Joy. I thought we’d share another first together. Let me see you pinch your nipples.”

I clasped each breast in my hands and rolled my nipples between my thumb and forefinger.

“You still do that with such conviction.”

“My nipples are as sensitive as ever.”

“I was counting on that, don’t stop.”

As I lay there working my hands, Bubba kissed my bare skin and then sucked my flesh into his mouth. While his mouth and tongue explored, his thumb went on an adventure inside my wetness. I could feel the lubrication running out of me. He used his forefinger to spread it up and down my rosette. I clawed my nipples as he sucked me and pushed his thumb in and out of me. My panting filled the truck cab.

“Bubba, you’ve got me there. I’m coming.”

His effort intensified like a Florida hurricane. As the orgasm opened me wide, he inserted a finger into my asshole while he pressed his thumb into my vagina. Filled full in two places and with his mouth working my clit, my orgasm could have shattered the windshield. Sheer pleasure. Bubba had done it again. How could I have left this?

I looked up into that handsome face covered in my juices, smiling at me.

“You never disappoint, Joy.”

“What do you want, Bubba?”

“I want you on your knees holding on to the gun rack.”

He tugged his jeans down and that long and wide erection emerged from his pants. I knelt on the bench seat facing the gun rack. My nipples were hard and cold.

“You going to hold on tight?”

“I am.”

He wrapped one arm around my body and squeezed a breast. I gasped. It was like I had buttons on my body that only Bubba knew how to trigger. Pushed up behind me, his erection rocked into the wetness.

“We have chemistry.”

“Maybe.”

“We were always so good together.”

“Come on. Give it to me, Bubba.”

“I love it when you think you are ordering me around.” He squeezed my ass and shoved his cock in me. He drilled me like it was the first and only time. “Oh, yes, you know the spot. Don’t stop.”

I pushed back as much as he pressed forward and the pace quickened. Brash and hard, we fucked. When that orgasm crashed through me, I held on to the rack. My breasts rode the seam on the back of the seat as I stared at the deer decal.

The irony wasn’t lost on me. I was looking back at the best sex of my life while hanging on to a gun rack, like a deer in the headlights and hoping like crazy I’d get to do it again.

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One year ago this week, Marie Rebelle hosted my guest post and launched my erotic writing to the world. Here is the story that started it all. Thanks Marie. xoxox

            “Now. Pick up where we left off. Summarize and be quick about it,” said Amy. As I watched, she whipped her tee-shirt off her tasty body and left the bed.

            “You make it difficult to think straight when you tease me like this.” I reached out to stroke her leg. It was an effort because every part of my body ached. She scooted backward out of my grasp. We had stayed up late and the all night activities registered in my muscles.

            She shook her head and smiled. “Summarize, my dear.”

            When she cradled those luscious breasts in the palms of her hands, and her thumbs swirled over the tightened nipples, I knew she was going to push me. Lack of sleep muddled my mind and worked on other parts of me that appeared to be ready to go.

            “You don’t play fair, do you?” I scrubbed my hands over my face to wake up.

            “It’s all about getting you what you want. Summarize. Now, Clint.” She slid one hand down into her panties staring straight at me. I smelled her sweet scent in the air and my mind kicked into sex overdrive. I wanted to explore her tight, warm space. She raised a playful, but stern eyebrow and mouthed, “Now.”

            “Dr. Schnarch’s quantum sexual response model says that physical stimuli combined with psychological processes equal total stimulus level.”

            She hooked her thumbs in her panties and began to ease them down her thighs. “And?”

            I imagined my hands on her thighs, so soft and supple. “Physical is about the quality and quantity of touch and psychological deals with emotional and cognitive processing.”

            Turning her back to me, she bent over pushing her panties down and off. Then, upside down, she peered at me through her spread legs. “Anything special about psychological processes?”

            She set up this view to drive me crazy. Her wiggling ass issued my favorite invitation. She knew exactly how to tempt me. “Intrapsychic and relationship components modulate the psychological processes which are sorely underestimated.” At this moment, I appreciated how much I had personally underestimated them. But mostly, I didn’t understand how any brain process worked in my head because all the blood in my body had to be in my penis.

            From her head down vantage point, Amy’s hand slid over her wet, bare, glistening vulva. My breath hitched. She outlined her lips then slapped herself. The smack demonstrated how wet she was. My heart rate increased. She plunged two fingers inside as she moaned, “Lastly?”

            I rose up on the bed, ready. “When total levels of stimulation reach two distinct response thresholds, then physiological changes associated with adequate sexual functioning occur.”

            “Which means what, big boy?” She sucked on her wet fingers. My penis twitched, and I wanted a taste of her.

            “Arousal threshold is a woman’s lubrication or a man’s erection.”

            She licked her fingers. “Yes, tell me more.”

            Her eyes widened as I took my penis in hand and gave it a couple of good strokes. “Then there is orgasm threshold. It’s a reflex. Just like arousal, it requires necessary and sufficient total stimulation to reach the threshold.”

            She straightened up and turned. Giggling, she sashayed to the bed. “You just might get that A on this exam. Now it’s time for the lab review so that I can discern your aptitude for threshold understanding.”

            I put my hand around her waist and pulled her down to the bed and hovered over her. I pressed my penis into her folds and slid my length up and down in her wetness. “Discern away. But we both have sufficiently activated arousal threshold.”

            “Uh huh, but I have to test you on orgasm threshold.”

            I nudged her with a little pelvis rock reminding her where my penis was. “Yeah, I think we might be headed that way.”

            “Wait a minute. I get to decide how you will demonstrate the percentages.”

            I smirked and shook my head at her thoughtful but spirited reviewing efforts.

            She ran her finger tips over my shoulders and up and down my arms causing a shiver. “Do I want you to provide more physical stimuli or more psychological stimuli or equal parts of both to get to total stimuli?”

            I settled my body weight on top of her and whispered in her ear, “I’ll do whatever you want, but just know, I’m returning the favor.”

            She pushed me back up and searched my face. “Wait, what do you mean?”

            “The female sexual anatomy exam is in two weeks. I’m taking charge of your review. It’s going to be detailed, hands on, and extremely slow paced. And best of all, you have two weeks to imagine my teaching techniques, so beginning tomorrow, wear only skirts and no panties.”

            Her pupils dilated and heated desire crossed her face. She threaded her hands in my hair and brought us nose to nose. “You know what. You’ve got a handle on these psychological processes. We need to move on to lots of quality physical stimuli, the pumping and thrusting variety, so I can test your orgasm threshold.”

            As I gazed into her face, I recognized her signs of frustration and need. She was on the edge. I didn’t move a muscle. “Uh, huh. What’s the magic word?”

            “Now.” 

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“Check your phone. Secret Santa left you a surprise,” said Marshall, as he pinched Lily’s butt and ushered everyone out of the house.

“I call shotgun,” yelled Lily’s nephew.

It seemed to take forever, but everyone finally left to ride around and look at the holiday lights.

With her cell phone in hand, Lily proceeded to the bedroom and dropped herself on the bed. Vacationing with the family was a nightmare in privacy. She knew Marshall had left her something special. She searched under her pillow and grabbed her vibrator.

Wanting her hands free, she hiked up her dress, clicked the vibrator on and slid it inside her panties to hold it in place. The hum and vibration eased her into play time.

Searching her phone, she wondered what video Marshall prepared for her. He knew what she liked. She opened the file and was surprised that the video was of her, them. When had he taken videos of me masturbating and us having sex?

It was a compilation tape highlighting a woman’s sexual delight. It was their year in review.

The vibrator purred as she wiggled her pelvis to his voice, his rasp, and his words. Lily re-lived her panting, her gasping, and her cooing as she moved to the rhythm of her throbbing clit. They were a good couple. That little rascal. He didn’t do this for her; he did it for them to get off.

Her orgasm was building when she heard the front door slam. No, no, no. She yanked the vibrator out of her panties. She debated for a second and then took her panties off, before heading to the living room.

“How were the lights?”

The crowd chimed in. “Great. Colorful. Musical.”

“Wonderful.” She nailed Marshall with a stare. “Marshall, I want you to show me your favorite ones, now.”

“Be quick about it, Lily. Food will be ready when you get back.”

“Thanks, Mom.”

Lily shoved Marshall out the front door. Snow crunched under her feet as they moved toward their Jeep Cherokee.

“Drive to a secluded spot and fast.”

“You didn’t like the video.”

“I loved the video.”

“No big O, yet?”

“I guess I needed one more ingredient.”

They got in the car, and Marshall drove a half-mile and parked at the end of the street. Holiday lights were in view, but they were in the shadows.

“Push your seat all the way back.” Lily hiked herself over the console and sat on Marshall’s lap. Her left knee was dug into the console while her right one was wedged between into the seat and the door.

He smirked at her.

“If I had known this would get us away from the fam, I’d have done it earlier,” he said chuckling.

“Stop talking and get your cock out.”

“No foreplay then.”

He fumbled with his belt and zipper then his rock-hard erection emerged.

“Ho, ho, ho, you don’t need any foreplay.”

“You could give me a minute to catch up.”

“You silly man. While you were looking at the lights, I know you were thinking about this.” She stroked Marshall’s cock imagining how good it would feel somewhere else. “You wondered what I was doing, how I was doing it.”

“Yeah, I did.” His fingers tickled her bare thighs.

The winter air began to affect the space in the car. Their warm breath fogged up the windows and she giggled.

“I haven’t had sex in a car since high school.”

“Pretty sexy, huh?”

“You’re sexy.”

“You say the nicest things when you want my cock. Go ahead, take it.”

Lily rose up on Marshall’s lap.

“But I want to feel how wet you are before you claim me.”

“Are you writing a cheesy romance novel to go with your video?”

“Would that get you off?” Marshall chuckled easing his hands around her ass and then groaned when Lily pushed her hot, wet lips against his erection.

“You are wet.”

“You know how to get me there, babe. And I’m claiming you now.”

As she lowered herself onto Marshall’s cock, she kissed him. He tasted like Christmas—candy canes and sugar cookies. His callused hands roamed over each butt cheek.

“Hmmm, so good, babe.”

As he pulled her closer, she moved up and down. Lily couldn’t believe that the driver’s seat provided the perfect angle on her clit as she slid up and down him. When Marshall pushed up into her center, she wound her fingers through this curly hair and tugged with every stroke. His urgent fingers dug into her shoulders, and he began driving her body down on him.

“Yes, fuck me, Marshall.”

Marshall moaned, and the spring in the seat creaked like their mattress. Lily wished this had been taped. His heavy breathing turned her on, and this time as it echoed in the small space in the car, it was perfect. His orgasm sent her over the edge, and she came hard on him.

With his cock still inside her, she stroked Marshall’s hair, and she snuggled up against his chest. He wrapped his arms around her. With these stolen moments to cherish, this became Lily’s favorite Christmas. In her sex haze, she cataloged every sound, taste, and sensation for future fantasy material. Seeing holiday lights would never be the same.


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“I’ll be home by 7 pm. No putting me off. We are trimming the tree,” said Clarence.

“That is my least favorite part about the holidays,” said Ruthie. He heard her sadness through the phone.

“Yeah, and you never told me why.”

“You know, parents, tradition. ‘Do it my way.’ As a kid, it was a mandatory performance and never fun.”

“Suppose I guarantee you this year would be fun. Would you say yes?”

“Maybe?”

“What if I focused on you?”

“Sounds appealing.”

“Okay, I’ll bring some supplies. Would you make mulled wine with cinnamon sticks and cloves?”

“Alright. But I better have fun.”

Clarence loved everything about the holidays— the bright colors, yummy tastes, and fresh smells. He had been dreaming of a new sex event with Ruthie, and this was his chance. He wanted sex to be wrapped like a Christmas gift.

As he opened the front door, the aroma hit him, and his shoulders relaxed. The Douglas fir provided the low note to this holiday perfume, and it warmed him when he smelled the wine. Chocolate floated on the air. Cookies, too. It was everything he hoped for, spicy, sweet and pungent.

“Ruthie, it smells great in here.”

She came around the corner dressed in an elf costume, but she looked more like the Christmas maid.

“Well, this is a surprise.”

“Yeah, when they delivered the tree, I decided there was no reason for you to live in my holiday funk.” She twirled in front of me, grinning. “Do you like?”

Clarence sat his bag and packages down. “Yes, come here.” He grabbed her hand and placed it on his erection. “Instant response.”

“Is this where we start?” She waggled her eyebrows at him.

“No.”

He opened a bag, pulled out the Christmas lights and the present for Ruthie.

“This is where we start.”

“For me?”

“An early Christmas present. Go ahead, open it.”

Ruthie ripped through the wrapping and peered at the gift.

“Well, that is an interesting shape.”

“It’s the latest in vibrating pleasure for women, and it’s going to take you places now.”

“Now?”

“I’m going to tease you while we decorate the tree.”

“You are?” Ruthie’s skin brightened to a holiday shade of red.

“Yes, so slip out of your panties and let me see your bare breasts.” With a frenzied motion on the package, Clarence pulled out the tree lights while Ruthie removed her panties and pulled her breasts out of the skimpy top.

“Come sit by the tree.”

Clarence had moved a straight back chair beside the tree and dropped the lights there.

As Ruthie settled in the chair, Clarence asked her to place her hands on her thighs and scoot her butt to the end of the seat. He spread her legs so he could see the heart of her and then he picked up a string of lights.

“Clarence, what are you doing?”

“I intend to light you up and then trim the tree.”

Clarence saw Ruthie’s chest rise and fall in anticipation. She had wanted him to tie her up. The timing was perfect. With intricate detail, he wrapped the lights around her hands and thighs anchoring them together. He lashed her legs to each chair leg. Her tongue darted out to lick her lips. Then he decorated her breasts in a crisscross fashion, pausing to kiss each nipple. Clarence inhaled a deep breath taking in the scent of wine, and freshness of the tree. He imagined how the colors would highlight her skin when he turned the lights on.

“How are you feeling, Ruthie?”

“A little horny here.”

Ruthie knew that Clarence was turned on and not just by his erection. He had slowed things down; he was methodical and steady, intently focused on pleasure. After he had covered her in lights, he moved to work on the tree. She always enjoyed his attention to detail.

 “Are you enjoying our decorating party so far?”

“Yes, what happens when you turn the lights on?”

“The real holiday festivities begin. You’ll tell me where to hang ornaments.”

“I will?” The excitement registered in her voice.

Clarence flipped the switch and colored lights danced everywhere. Ruthie was more beautiful than he could have imagined. After selecting the first decoration, he picked up the vibrator and turned it on.

“You must be still now. I don’t want you to break the lights.”

“I’ll try.”

He rubbed the ornament against her breast and across her nipples, and he relished her intake of breath. Squatting between her legs, he teased her vulva with the vibrator. Her skin continued to flush.

“Oh, Clarence.”

“Feels good?”

She squeaked out a yes and swallowed, as she worked to breathe.

Clarence continued with his plan for the evening, taking Ruthie to the edge, ornament by ornament.

He sipped wine and shared it with her. When it dribbled down her chin, he licked it off her skin. He touched her with all the love he had for trimming the tree. And in a new tradition for her, he placed every ornament exactly where she suggested.

“We are down to the star.”

“Thank goodness. I’m a sex puddle here; I need relief, Clarence.”

After he had placed the topper on the tree, he settled between her legs.

“Ruthie, what is Santa going to say? Have you been naughty or nice?”

“How about naughtily nice?”

As Clarence centered the vibrator on her clit, she began shaking. He knew it would take almost nothing for her to explode. Up on his knees, he kissed her and tasted the cinnamon on her lips. Her frantic tongue met his, as he inserted his fingers inside her wet space. His left hand rolled the vibrator, the fingers on his other hand used a piston-like motion in her channel and his tongue mated with hers. The chair creaked, as her butt and pelvis moved with her orgasm until all her contractions subsided.

“Get me out of these lights; I have to touch you.”

“You like the new tradition.”

He worked quickly getting the lights off her body, admiring the marks on her flesh. She threw her arms around him.

“Are you kidding, you made me see stars. Tree trimming has been altered forever.”

“I like the sound of that.”

She pushed him back so she could see his face. “But Clarence, Santa thinks you’ve been a naughty boy. He left switches.”

“He did?”

Ruthie massaged his erection. “I have some ideas about how I can put them to good use.” She winked, looked at the light strands, and slapped his ass. 

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Read from the beginning The Business of Pleasure

Georgianna lifted her face off Jarvis’s stomach and blew out a long breath. Things were moving fast, and she wanted to slow it down. First, Jarvis, a porn director, had expertly fingered her to orgasm at the bar, and second, her curious Samuel had gone down on Jarvis in the hotel suite. I won’t be rushed. She replayed a lusty loop of sexual images, and they fogged her mind.

Both men stared at her waiting for a response about their two-man invitation. She stood and walked around the sofa feeling like a lioness circling her prey.

“Am I clear there was no videotape?”

“Scouts honor, babe. We were on the up and up.”

“You were until you read my story and hooked up with Jarvis.”

“Woah, I didn’t think you’d be mad. I thought you would be pleased with my effort.”

She pondered his words. Her husband was a sight on his knees beside a half-naked and now limp-dicked Jarvis.

“You are right. This encounter was out of your comfort zone, Samuel.” The contrast was stark as she admired the ease with which Jarvis displayed himself. “But what’s in it for you Jarvis?”

“I like couples. They charge me up. New people. New activities.”

Hmmm. New activities? Why not try something new? I write naughtily, can I behave that way?

“Gentleman, I appreciate your efforts here, and I thoroughly enjoyed our play. As to your invitation, I’d like to do that next week. ” She tilted her head and eyed them both. A new scene played in her mind’s eye, and she added to the mix, today’s sexy scents and tastes.

“Jarvis, when she gets that look, anything goes. Baby, if you are running the show, you know I’m in.”

“I am at your disposal for anything. Tell me the time and place, and I’ll be there,” said Jarvis.

“Next Saturday, 7 pm.  Back here. I’ll book the room.

****

Georgianna went to her favorite sex toy shop Saturday afternoon. She trusted her intuition to guide her. With Jarvis being adventurous and Samuel a little sheepish for reading her material, Georgianna wanted a fantasy to make things hot. Could she do this? Samuel had watched Jarvis toy with her with his fingers, so maybe Samuel needed to see her do that with Jarvis.

It must have been the energy in the store, but ideas flowed non-stop. Georgianna settled on a vibrating dildo, condoms, and lots of lube.  

During the week she had ordered some red leather for the event, so she was ready. She would embody this new persona as best she could. Georgianna always wanted control; that’s what her Ex had taken away from her.

Georgianna arrived at the hotel before the men. After she had prepared the space, she changed into the red leather bustier with cutaways for each breast and a garter belt with black stockings. She slid her hands over her soft breasts, the sleek leather, and the silk stockings. The textures excited her. This outfit which highlighted her naked genitals and full breasts would surprise Samuel. The idea aroused her.

At 7 pm the door opened, and the two men entered, chatting with one another. As they walked into the suite, and Samuel saw her, he froze. Jarvis nodded his appreciation.

“Clothes off, Gentlemen. Put them on the chair over there.”

Jarvis moved quickly; Samuel stood still gawking.

“That was a directive, Samuel. Don’t make Madame G. unhappy.”

A thrill ran through her as she uttered those words. Never had she expected power to feel this good.

“Samuel, say, yes, Madame G.”

Samuel stuttered the words while gazing at her and he began removing his clothes. Jarvis was ahead of him.

“Madame G, how may I serve you tonight?”

“Jarvis, please go over to the bed and kneel on all fours.”

“Yes, Madame.”

“Samuel, you will follow me to the bedroom, understand? That won’t be a problem, will it? You two told me you would take my directions or be my slaves.”

“Yes, Madam.” She smirked to herself knowing that Samuel was totally out of his element. Glancing over her shoulder, Georgianna saw his hesitant facial expression. His body sent a different message. She beamed at how rock hard he was.

Jarvis had knelt on the edge of the bed, so his sculpted ass was in view when they walked in. For a split second, Georgianna wondered if she could do this, but the feeling of exhilaration and arousal dismissed her doubt.

“Samuel, look how Jarvis has displayed himself so perfectly for me. Go over and stroke his cock and tell me whose is harder.”

Samuel paused and took in the view.

“Wait. Rub your cock between Jarvis’s ass cheeks first.” Samuel turned to her as if he misunderstood the instructions. “It’s what I want, Samuel. Please me. I have lube.”

Madame G picked up the tube and squirted some in her hand and then applied it to Samuel’s erection taking care to make him feel good. Samuel sucked in whistling air. He moved to Jarvis and sandwiched his erection in his crack. He rocked up and down with his body’s weight.

“Good prep, Samuel. Now move over so you can reach his cock.” While Samuel compared cock hardness, Georgianna danced her fingers over Jarvis’s firm body. She bent and rubbed her erect nipples across his ass. New activity, new sensations.

“How are you doing, Jarvis?”

“Very well, Madame.”

“Excellent. Samuel, is his cock hard as yours?”

“Yes, Madame.”

“Jarvis, I want you flat on your back. Samuel you will kneel beside Jarvis, facing me. I want you to see everything.”

As they got situated, Georgianna retrieved the condoms and vibrator. She opened the condom packet, took the condom out and rolled it down the vibrator. When Samuel turned around, she held it like a conquering tool of an Amazon woman.

“Georgianna, what are you doing with that thing?”

“That’s for later.” She placed it on the bed and went about covering her fingers in lube.

“Jarvis was inside of me; I thought I’d return the favor, and you’d get a front row seat.”

“Yes, Madame. I would love to please you in that way,” said Jarvis. And just like in the bar, Samuel clinched his jaw. Raw arousal.

“We’re going to drive him crazy Samuel. You do a hand job while I work magic to his prostate.” Georgianna massaged Jarvis’s ass as she slipped her fingers between his cheeks and began to stroke his skin. Breathy, wet gasps from Jarvis filled the room as Samuel started fisting Jarvis’s cock. Her sizzling reaction surprised her as these men obeyed her wishes. She wanted more. Change of plan.

“Jarvis, take your cock. Samuel, come behind me. Use your lips.”

Georgianna bent over bracing herself on the bed with one hand. Samuel’s large rough hands caressed her ass as his tongue teased her slippery folds. Samuel’s mouth and tongue never disappointed and with this angle, his bobbing was perfect. As Samuel pushed his tongue into her, she eased her fingers into Jarvis. He stroked his cock faster.

“Yes, Madame. Thank you. That’s the spot.”

Samuel’s fingers dug into Georgianna’s skin, holding her in place as he attended her lips and clit. Every time Samuel pushed into her; she pushed into Jarvis and Jarvis keep the beat with his cock. They created a three-person rhythm. Samuel hummed across her skin like a human vibrator. The sexual aroma hung in the air, and Georgianna licked her lips. Jarvis’s jerky motions signaled his orgasm. Georgianna was lightheaded as her orgasm approached.

“Oh, yes,” said Georgianna. Samuel’s tongue ignited her. As she teetered on the edge of her explosion, her fingers slipped out of Jarvis, and she anchored both her hands beside his hips. She leaned forward, surrendering to the men’s movements and let the delightful sensations engulf her. Samuel remained relentless; he continued to lick, nibble, and suck.

As Samuel consumed Georgianna, Jarvis matched the intensity when he sat up. He wrapped his arms around her and devoured her lips. Enveloped in warm, wet suction, from top to bottom, Georgianna soared again.

As her orgasm subsided, Jarvis pulled her to the bed.

Samuel smacked her ass and chuckled. “Now, let’s talk about that vibrator. Exactly what did you have in mind?” 

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“Jarvis, thank you for joining us. My wife is something, isn’t she?”

Georgianna rose from her knees, licked her lips still tasting Samuel, and turned toward Jarvis. “That she is, Samuel.”

Eyeing Jarvis from around Georgianna’s body, Samuel pulled up his trousers.

“I must say, this is a fun party to be invited to. Not sure of the social protocol after these sexual events.”

“I’ll get some drinks,” said Georgianna. “Please, make yourselves comfortable.”

When Georgianna came back with a tray of drinks, Jarvis was sitting on the couch. Samuel was beside him, bent over unzipping Jarvis’s pants.

“Well, that’s comfortable.”

“You told me it was about taking control.”

Georgianna sat the tray on the coffee table and picked up a drink.

“Georgianna, I must come clean. There is more to this get together than you know. Samuel put an ad on a sex site about making a fantasy reality. I contacted him, and he shared a partial of your story.”

“What?”

“Did you think I would go for a stranger fingering you, babe?” She looked from Jarvis to Samuel. “It had to be somebody I vetted, so Jarvis and I met. I don’t do random.” Clutching her glass, Georgianna sat beside Jarvis, surprised.

“You’ve been reading my story all along?” Samuel nodded yes. “So it was the desire in the bar?”“Yes. Heat for your responses and what might happen later. Your story allowed me to explore something I wanted to do with you, share a man. He had you, and now we can have him.”

Her skinned burned from the scrutiny of each man as she searched Samuel’s eyes. He smiled at her. How could she be mad and turned on at the same time?

“This can be our time. As you can see Jarvis, already voted, he is here.”

“You bet I am. After that bar scene, I want more.”

“Jarvis did get you worked up baby, didn’t he?”

She lifted her glass and took a big gulp not wanting to wash Samuel’s taste away. “Yes, he did.”

Samuel had caught Georgianna off guard. Her nervous energy was channeled into her grip on the glass.

“We’ve done part one. I can get us started on part two if you want.”

Georgianna was in disbelief. Her husband, who never took the lead, had taken the lead. And that was what she had always wanted.

“Are you sure?”

“I am.”

“Jarvis, you know it’s about a couple sharing a mutual blow job.”

“That’s what I read.”

The scene played out in her head, and she grinned at Samuel and gave a slight nod.

“Ok, Jarvis. You’re up,” said Samuel.

“Yes.” Jarvis lifted his body, unfastened his pants, and pushed them down his legs.

Georgianna’s words echoed for Samuel. “Take what you want and give as you see fit.” Samuel massaged Jarvis’s thigh, and Georgianna’s skin erupted in goose bumps. The bobbing erection was between them. As they each moved their hands up his thighs, their heads lowered closer to his lap. Samuel was going after this man’s cock, and Georgianna was ablaze. Arousal. Desire. Passion. Her husband had touched her heart and her pussy at the same time.

When Samuel stuck his tongue out and paused, Georgianna put her hand around Jarvis’s cock and stroked once up and down.

“That’s the touch,” said Jarvis.

Locking eyes with Samuel, she waited. Samuel bent closer to the head of the cock and Georgianna leaned forward. Her husband was doing what she had written, and it consumed her in heat and wetness.

When Samuel’s tongue touched the cock, she surged forward to join him. Their warm tongues met together on the hard cock. She was lost in the excitement tongue and tip with Samuel while Jarvis had thrown his head back and closed his eyes, moaning.

“This feels incredible. Two tongues, yes.”

“And one mouth,” said Samuel as he sucked the tip in and went down on Jarvis.

“AAahhh, so good.”

While Samuel’s mouth went up and down exploring, Georgianna squeezed her legs together and pulsed to put pressure on her clit. The men’s groans filled the air and Georgianna’s her heart pounded. The heavy breathing mingled with wet slurping took her to new heights. When Samuel’s thick lips suctioned perfectly around Jarvis’s penis, she had to speak.

“Take him all the way down your throat, Samuel. Let him fuck your mouth.”

Jarvis reached out for both of their heads; he guided Samuel. Georgianna knew when Samuel hit the right stride because Jarvis threaded his fingers in her hair and yanked in rhythm.

“I’m coming.” Jarvis held Samuel’s head down as Samuel worked to swallow. When the jerky contractions stopped, Samuel stared at Georgianna. She threw her arm around his shoulder and kissed him passionately which caused them to topple onto Jarvis’s abdomen. Jarvis stroked their heads as they kissed.

“I have to say I like the real life version of this story,” said Jarvis.

Looking at Samuel, Georgianna mouthed, “Thank you.”

“Jarvis, thanks for being a willing playmate.”

“Believe me; it was my pleasure.”

“Do you want to do that last part today?”

“What last part,” asked Georgianna? She moved a lock of hair behind Samuel’s ear

“You aren’t the only creative one in the group, Georgianna. I’m a porn director.”

Georgianna’s face lost color. Samuel knew those words took her to a bad the memory that still lurked in her mind. No one liked being videoed without consent.

“No, no babe, there was no video. Jarvis just helped me consider the next part of this story.”

“What next part?”

“He helped me create a little fantasy for you. It includes two men ravishing your body, but only if you want us to. We would take directions or be your slaves.”

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Samuel Mason left the bar and went to his hotel suite. After ten minutes of pacing, he heard the metal door click, and his wife’s concerned voice filled the room.

“Samuel, you didn’t wait for me?” She crossed the room and stood at his side.

“No, I didn’t.”

Samuel Mason had just watched his wife, Georgianna, get finger fucked downstairs in the hotel bar.

“Are you okay? Please tell me you are alright with what happened.” He stared out the window into the city lights.

“It was hotter than I expected.” The glass reflected the intensity on his face. “You seduced me and fucked me, at the same time.”

The man had fingered Georgianna to orgasm because Samuel told her that’s what he wanted. It had taken days to convince her.

“Were you comparing him to me?” His jaw muscle bulged from gritting his teeth.

 “What?”

She took his hand. “Come on let’s sit down.” She pulled him onto the couch, and the two of them nestled there.

“I didn’t think of it that way, Samuel. I thought of him as a character in my book and we acted out a scene. I focused on providing what you wanted. Did I manage that?”

“You did.” He stroked her leg. “It was thrilling to me. I hope you liked it.”

“I enjoyed you. Feeling connected to your desire across the bar was everything.”

“He seemed tuned to your desire. Your sex flushed skin glowed…” She looked up suspiciously, waiting for him to finish his thought. “Did his touch motivate you?”

“His touch was secondary. It was the interactional part with you that stood out. I realized I wanted you closer to the physical action.”

“That’s why you gave him the room key?”

“Yes, I told him to come up in an hour.”

“What now?”

“He’s game. What would you like to do, Samuel?”

They cuddled on the couch. Samuel fiddled with her fingers while he thought. Would he tell her? Last week, she had caught him reading a scene from her manuscript. That’s probably how today’s idea hatched. He wondered if she knew what he wanted.

Samuel drew Georgianna into a hug, feeling warmth and love from her. They sat connected for a while; he wasn’t sure how long. If he couldn’t tell her, who could he tell?

He whispered, “I want to suck his cock with you.”

Georgianna twisted her head so she could see him clearly. He knew she wasn’t judging him, but what were her thoughts?

“I’ve always wanted to act out the fantasies I write; I didn’t know if you would be interested.”

Had she read his mind? Samuel sat up and gazed at her. His heart pumped faster. He looked at his watch.

“Tell me what you like about giving head while you do me.” Georgianna looked down at his obvious erection. “He’ll be here soon. Show me.”

“Talking about it got you ready, huh?”

Samuel arched an eyebrow at her, and she chuckled. He pressed into her and gave her a passionate kiss.

“Keep humoring me.”

“Okay. I like the control.” She reached over and unzipped his pants. “I feel like a temptress, taking what I want and giving it to you as I see fit.”

Samuel wasted no time. He stood and unfastened his pants and dropped them to the floor. His cock jutted out in front of her face.

“What makes it inviting to you?” he asked. Georgianna cupped his balls as she licked his tender skin.

“Men’s bodies are a contradiction. You are soft and tender below the part where you are rock hard.” She stroked his erection with one hand and held his balls with the other while she sucked on his the sac. His temples pounded with blood flow. “You smell like a man dipped in a sexual elixir. It’s what stirs me to taste.” She held his penis in one hand and dragged her tongue from his balls to his tip. “I wonder if you’d experience a man the same way.”

He cradled her face in his hands, “I wonder, too. What’s it like, the texture and taste of my cock?”

“Soft, satin-like and the pre-cum is a little salty. The minute my tongue touches it, it’s like I’m pulling your essence from you.”

 Georgiana kissed his fingers and then lowered her mouth onto the head of his erection. She swirled her tongue on the pre-cum, and her action produced more. Her efforts sent Samuel to the edge of no return. She sucked him in further, and he rocked quickly into her mouth. She helped him unleash all his desires, emotional and physical. Samuel shut his eyes and thrust his cock into her mouth. She moaned. He continued driving in-between her lips, over and over, until he exploded.

A hot mouth on his cock was familiar, but he wanted to take one in his mouth.

Georgianna had upped the sexual ante. There was no mistaking her intent when she sent that keycard in the unknown man’s direction. She sealed her action when she blew Samuel a kiss.  Those same lips were now sealed on his cock, proving her love to him, giving him what he asked for.

After his orgasm, Georgianna kissed, licked, and cleaned him up.

“You two are something. Am I going to get this kind of action?”

The voice surprised Samuel, and he opened his eyes. There was the man from the bar, grinning.  He looked to Georgianna, whose smile reassured.

“Samuel, may I introduce Jarvis Styles. Jarvis, this is my husband, Samuel Mason.” 

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Today’s fantasy wore a form-fitting, red cocktail dress. Jarvis Stiles loved a woman who could wear a bold color. The short length highlighted shapely legs with black, delicate heels and the scalloped neckline accentuated her full, beautiful breasts. This sighting was why he liked holidays in a big city hotel; people were festive and dressy.

From where he read his newspaper, she glided back and forth across the lobby to the beat of the piano music and then stopped. She looked around and waited.

After a while, she entered the bar. She embodied grace and elegance. Perched on a barstool, she drank a light orange drink, alone. Jarvis rose from his chair, walked over and sat on the stool beside her.

“What a color. What’s that you’re drinking?”

“A peach Bellini.”

“Interesting choice.”

“A nod to Hemingway,” she said, smiling.

“Oh, a writer.”

“Yes, I am.” Her luscious lips shimmered with the residue of the drink.

“So, authors are enthralled with Hemingway.”

“Hmmm.”

“Are you here for writing business or pleasure?”

Her soft chuckle was alluring. “How about the business of pleasure?” She swirled her finger around the rim of the glass and then licked it. “You?”

Jarvis imagined how that finger would taste, sucking it into his mouth.

“Business. I unwind after a long day of meetings by people-watching.”

“You were looking at me?”

“I was. You are fascinating and stunning.”

“Why thank you. Perhaps, given your interest, you might help me with a little writing project.”

“But I’m not a writer.”

Her eyes pleaded with him to play. “Tell me what you thought when you saw me.”

“That’s easy. First, who would keep a beautiful, sexy woman like you waiting? Second, who was the lucky bloke meeting you?”

“Oh, my, you have been watching.”

“Yes, and since, no one met you, here I am.” Her light eyes danced with glee.

“So, here we are, strangers, in a bar. If this were a sexual scene, how would it play out?”

He smirked. “It would be easier to show you.”

“Are you sure, you’re not a writer?” She squinted at him in a playful manner and said, “Please, show me.”

Jarvis put his arm around the back of her chair and leaned in nuzzling her short hair. A light citrus and floral mix tickled his nose.

“My touch is known to make women squirm.” He kissed her behind her ear and lingered dabbing his tongue tasting. “Then goose bumps would follow. How am I doing?”

She picked up her drink and sipped slowly. “Very well, my body response confirms your reputation.”

“Next, my fingertips would play here.” He traced her soft skin at the scalloped curves of the dress hem. “It would make you wonder how my touch would feel in other places.” Her heart rate picked up, and her skin flushed.

“What other places?” The breathy quality of her question inspired him.

He moved his stool closer and placed his lips on her ear. “That warm and sopping, wet place, between your legs.”

She turned, attempting to read him while she inhaled his masculine confidence. “Can I receive that touch here at the bar?”

“You could; people would notice.” His captivating words combined with his efforts on her skin tempted her.

“What if I wanted them to see?” She licked her lips, swallowed, and inhaled a steady, deep breath.  

“Then, it would start like this.” He placed his hand on her shoulder and rubbed his thumb back and forth on her collar bone. She shivered, tilted her head, and offered her neck. He kissed her lightly on her jaw. Pressing his body into the side of hers, he kissed her again behind her ear as his hand crept under her dress edging closer to her wetness. Any keen observer would know what he was doing.

“Did we get his attention?” She nodded to the man sitting at the circular bar across from them. Jarvis glanced that way.

“His and mine, yes, but I’m much more interested in how well I got your attention.” As if it were show and tell, she spread her legs apart. He stroked her satin panties appreciating the wetness and caressed her swollen bud. She whimpered.

“Shall I continue showing?”

“Oh, yes.” She picked up her glass nonchalantly and took another taste. As she drank in the liquid courage, he pressed his finger firmly up and down her center. She wiggled in her chair trying to get closer. He pushed under the edge of her panties and made skin to skin contact.

“Keep going. Finger fuck me, right now.” This fantasy woman’s whispered words fueled his fire.

“You are as bold as your dress suggests. With pleasure.”

He inserted his two fingers inside her hot, wet space, and she hummed. He slid his fingers in and out knowing she worked to keep her passion in check since she was in public. When she cooed, he used his thumb on her clit. Her contractions on his fingers started when the man across the bar leaned forward to catch every nuance. She came hard and muffled her sounds while she kept her eyes locked on the man across the way. Jarvis looked over and saw the heated expression on his face. There was power in knowing another man desired what he had.

“He knows you responded to me and he’s turned on.”

“I believe he is.”

“Me, too.”

Jarvis removed his hand from under her dress and propped his elbow on the bar in front of her. Remaining close, he rubbed his thumb and two fingers together as he meditated on the essence there. She picked up his hand and kissed the fingers that had been inside of her. Her tongue’s light licking buckled his knees.

“Thank you for helping me with my business and pleasure tonight.”

“I’m not sure what I did besides the pleasuring part, but you are welcome.”

She smiled at him.

“You helped me create the beginning of my next erotic story.”

“I did?”

“By any chance, would you like to see how the story unfolds?” He had never received an invitation as enticing as this woman was offering.

“Yes. But tell me, I must know, is this how you do all your writing research?”

“No, not usually. My husband put this fantasy on his Fucket List, and I agreed to entertain the idea.” She looked over and grinned at the man across the bar. “Judging from his response, he got more than he bargained for.”

“That man is your husband?”

“He is. He wasn’t sure I would act out this fantasy, so he won’t be expecting me to do this.” She pulled a key card from her bra and laid it on the bar and then blew a kiss to her husband. “Would you like to join us in an hour?”

Jarvis turned toward her husband to see his reaction. Desire rolled off of him like waves in a tsunami. Yes, I do believe I would like to see how this story ends. Jarvis took the keycard without hesitation. He stood tall, took her small hand in his and kissed it. “Not an invitation I can refuse. I think you’re helping me create my Fucket List.” 

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