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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.”
“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?”
“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.”
“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?”
“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.”Continue Reading The Business of Pleasure ~4~
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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.
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.”
“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.” Continue Reading The Business of Pleasure ~3~
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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.”
“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.”
“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.”
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.”
“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.” Read The Business of Pleasure ~2~
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It had been a long workweek, and with Friday here, I was ready to unwind. When I walked in my bedroom, I discovered two, lovely women lying in my bed. They each had a hand in the other’s panties and were moaning. Their tangled limbs shaped the letter X. My wife and her friend Gia embodied my most desired fantasy.
“What took you so long, Stan?”
“Tate, what is going on?”
“We were playing truth or dare. I picked dare.”
“What was the dare?”
“Gia dared me to make out with her when you got home from work?”
My body roared to readiness. I was so hard; I could pound nails. It was what I asked Tate to do.
“Do you want to play?”
“Do you choose truth or dare?” asked Gia.
How many ways could this go? They continued teasing me with the motion of lapping tongues tasting and fingers rolling in panties. The aroma in the air was so thick with their sex scent I could taste it, a blend of tang and musk.
“I choose truth.”
“Would you like to watch us explore each other?”
Both women rolled to the center of the bed on their bellies and gazed at me.
“Oh, babe, we got you hard.”
“That’s what I wanted to see. Move closer to the bed,” said Gia. I stepped forward. “Unzip your pants and get that cock out.”
“Tate, I need to know that you are inviting me.”
“I am. You heard Gia, get that cock out.”
Both women slid to their knees, moving like dancing sirens. Their bodies’ curves and angles were luscious. I dropped my pants to the floor.
“You told me he was large, but I had to see with my own eyes. Stroke it,” said Gia.
“Give me more incentive.”
As the two of them unhooked their bras and kissed, I grabbed my cock. They pinched nipples and groaned. I leisurely fisted my erection stroking to match their sounds.
“Take your panties off, too. I want to see between those lovely legs.” They shimmied out of the panties. Gia was totally bare in contrast to the hair patch Tate had on her mound. “Please continue exploring.”
The passion and curiosity shared between the two women surprised me. It contained connection and honesty. My tongue and lips craved to trace all the places their fingers moved on each other. Their tender touches and lusty sounds reminded me that women move in ways men don’t, by nature. There was a poetic quality that they shared with me.
“Tate, do to Gia, what I want to do to you.”
Tate never hesitated. She demonstrated her love for me in this romantic gesture. “Gia, roll over and face Stan.” Tate kissed her thighs and ran her fingers lightly up Gia’s stomach and cupped both breasts, squeezing. An exquisite moan erupted from Gia.
“Pay close attention, Stan.”
She trailed kisses down Gia’s backbone, and when she reached her tailbone, she pushed Gia’s shoulders down to the bed. Her ass hovered at Tate’s face. Massaging each cheek, she continued to sprinkle kisses over her ass. Would she do it?
“Gia, I think Stan is enjoying this. Spread your legs a little wider. I need access to…everything.”
With her legs separated, Tate dipped her lips low and licked Gia’s wet folds. Tate’s faced glowed with moisture. I imagined sucking Tate’s lips and clit like she was doing to Gia.
“Stan, Gia tastes divine. Her skin is soft and warm. I wonder what else might make her crazy hot.” I was close to coming. But I had to know, would she do it? Would she tongue Gia’s asshole and kiss her there?
As if Tate was mind reading, she placed her hands on Gia’s butt and tongued her from her pussy up into her ass. She buried her face there making the most delicious sounds I ever heard while Gia screamed in delight.
“Gia, you feel good. I’m going to pull your cheeks apart and stick my tongue in—”
“Stan, wake up. I don’t want to be late to the party.” Groggy, I rolled over to see Tate dressed for a night out. “Wow, I was out of it.”
“Yeah, you were. Now get rolling. We leave in fifteen minutes. Gia wants to have drinks first.”
“Well, yes, silly. We invited Gia to ride with us. What is with you?”
What was with me? I awoke from the hottest dream in the world, and the three of us were heading out. How would I contain myself?
Tate lingered at the door. “Hey, babe, I know it’s been a long week. Are you up for some extra fun tonight?”
“Sure, what did you have in mind?”
“Since I met your dare, I dare you to go commando.” My dare, wait. It was a dream, right?
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“What? Carol and Armand’s annual Halloween gathering is a swinger’s event?”
“Yeah, it’s perfect. We can go incognito.”
“Dressed like that lovely ghost you are strangling on your erection? No.”
Roger loved Halloween and role play, and he used every body part to that end.
“Baby, don’t you like my ghost?”
“I like it real.” I snatched the white makeshift ghost costume off his penis. Clothes are for people, not this lovely erection.” I stroked his cock.
“Okay, but you’d be up for holiday costumes to add an extra intrigue to our first swinging opportunity?”
I kissed him on the tip of his penis.
Roger organized our sex plans, and he set up something he thought we would both enjoy. Since I was tentative about a more adventurous sexual lifestyle, he eased me in. He arranged a wife swap with another couple. I trusted him. We attend the party as one part of a pair, and meet our matches when we arrived at the party.
Roger bought our outfits. He was decked out as a Top Gun pilot, and I was Zorro’s mate. My breasts were cinched up in a bustier top. I liked the sexy feel of the open armlets and mid-drift top riding above my hip-hugging, tight skirt, and boots. No panties. I wanted Roger to be proud and get what he wanted.
As I put the finishing touches of the mask and hat on me, I channeled Zorro’s masked woman. How would I service my masked man? How would Zorro service me? What would Roger like?
As soon as we reached the party, Roger left to circulate and see if our couple had arrived. I headed to the bar to pick up a glass of wine and take the edge off my jitters. When I saw my man behind the bar, every hair on my body stood on end at once. Roger never shared that Zorro was tall and built. He could be a movie star. Tonight may be my lucky night. I called on my inner bad girl self to take charge; that’s what Roger would want. Enjoying the view of my match boosted my confidence as I transformed into the type of woman who would be with this man.
“Hello, tall, dark and Zorro.”
“Hello,” I noted his appreciation with the slow but full once over of my body. “Alright. My counterpart for the evening.” I blushed. “You look lovely in your mask and hat.” He winked at me.
“Oh, please. If we are a match, then I’ll call you Z.”
“But of course. And what shall I call you?” I looked him over, and I purred. I felt like a hellcat in heat.
“Kitty will do.”
“May I get you a drink, Kitty?”
“My usual is white wine, but I believe a shot of tequila might be more appropriate.”
“Coming right up. Want that with a lime?”
“Yes, please, Z.” He appeared at ease as he stood behind the wooden structure. Clearly, he had done this before. “May I ask you a question?”
“How often do you do this?”
He pulled out a shot glass and plunked it on the counter. Picking up the tequila bottle, he poured the shot and pushed the glass my way. “I make the event rounds.” He slid the salt shaker toward me and sat a bowl of lime wedges beside it.
“This is my first time.” I sprinkled salt on my hand and tipped back the shot. After I had licked the salt, I bit into the lime.
“Carol and Armand throw great parties. I bet you will find everything to your liking.”
“I am pretty sure, I have.” The familiar burn and taste of the tequila warmed my insides and bolstered my courage.
He grinned at me. Okay, Hellcat, it’s now or never.
I loved the surprised expression on his face, as I came around beside him. He gazed up and down my body causing me to sizzle. The combination of alcohol and the scent of the mixers made for a heady cocktail, and I was ready to taste.
“So you have a plan back here, Kitty?”
“I believe I do.”
I scanned the room, searching for my husband, but he was absent. I ducked down, hidden, and on my knees in front of Zorro. I took my hat off to give me more room and popped my breasts out of the bustier for optimal viewing pleasure. If I was doing this, I might as well give it all I’ve got.
The look on Z’s face was priceless.
“Are you ready, big boy?”
“With a gorgeous willing woman on her knees, who wouldn’t be up for this fantasy?”
I pulled myself up by the waist of his pants and rubbed my face at his zipper, checking to see if the equipment felt as good as it looked. Rewarded with exquisite stiffness, I unzipped his fly. His smell combined with the liquor and citrus aroma turned me on. I pushed my hand into the opening, thrilled with direct skin contact. “Well, you came ready to play tonight.”
“And you too, Kitty.”
Pulling out his thick erection, I kissed it from the tip to the base.
“We’ve got company, Kitty,” he whispered.
“Hi, what can I get you to drink?”
“Two glasses of Chardonnay, please.”
“You got it.”
He looked at me as he bent over and reached into the refrigerator and grabbed the Chardonnay bottle. At that moment, I performed my magic on his erection by going all the way down. An unexpected moan added to my delight.
“You okay, man?”
“Oh, yeah. I pulled a muscle working out and bending over reminded me of it.”
The clink of the bottle to the glasses let me know he was having trouble staying focused on tending the drink. He shook while I sucked his dick. I pulled him closer to me with enthusiastic sucking while I bobbed to the beat of the music playing.
“Here you go, sir.”
After the man had left with the glasses, Z’s hands squeezed my shoulders. “Okay, Kitty. We are moving this merrymaking.” I popped my mouth off him, and as he wiggled putting his erection back in his pants, I got the girls situated in my bustier.
“This way,” he said.
The door behind us led to the outdoor patio and pool area. Z hurried me along the crisp quietness to the side of the pool house, out of sight by guests.
“Great tricks and treats, Kitty. Are you sure about this?”
I nodded yes, and he turned me to face the wall. The echo of his pants unzipping made me wetter. He rubbed a hand up my thigh to my ass and dipped into my folds.
“All skin and you are ready. Um huh.” After he had pushed my skirt to my waist, he nudged his cock between my full, wet lips. “Is this how you thought tonight would be?”
“I didn’t know what to expect?”
“You got me charged up with your sucking and wow, it made you a dripping mess. I’d love to drill you hard?”
“Let me have it, Z.”
Holding my hips tight with two hands, he pulled my ass to him.
“Bend your arms and lean into the wall to cushion yourself.” He rocked back and forth lubing himself between my drenched pussy lips which stimulated every sexual nerve cell I had. My tilted ass wiggled, and I wanted to feel him inside me.
“I want your breasts. They are luscious.”
“Oh, yes. Squeeze and pinch, hard.”
Our bodies molded and accommodated to his movements. After he slid his hand in my bustier squeezing and pinching me, I circled my clit, and he rammed his cock inside me. The combined sensations filled me and shot me off into another level of pleasure. Oh, damn. Roger wanted to see this, but I can’t stop now.
“Fuck me, Z. Make your mark.”
With his arms anchored to my body, he became a piston engine. In my mind, I was Zorro’s woman, pretending the crack of his whip caused me to surge toward him and into my being. His frantic movements came faster, and I tossed my hair as if I had become the whip. A wild cry burst from my mouth as my orgasm ascended and his groan matched mine. Outdoor mating animals had nothing on us. We slumped against the wall, slowing our breathing and the creaky night sounds surrounded us. Burning firewood laced the air. When had it gotten cold?
I straightened up and righted my clothes while Z did the same.
“I hope it was what you liked, Z.”
“You’re kidding, right? We must do it again.”
“We’ll see. I’d better go find my mates.”
“Let’s have a shot together, for good measure.”
Walking across the patio, I knew that Roger would be proud because I took the initiative. We walked back to the clubhouse, and I picked up my hat and put it on. Zorro poured us both a shot. As I smashed the glass back to the bar top, Roger called my name.
I smiled and turned to face him. There, in front of me, stood a masked Zorro and a Top Gun instructor. I swallowed hard.
“Honey, I know you were nervous, so I decided to introduce you to Johnny and Linda before we got official with our plans.”
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Julianna tied Lowell’s arms to the bed in the instruction room.
“Master Orlando will be unhappy with you for switching places with me, sir.”
“Yep, and I don’t care.” Her face remained perplexed, as she affixed my bindings.
“Julianna, when he’s in teaching mode, he teaches. That’s the code.”
“It’s Periwinkle’s turn with him, isn’t it?”
I pulled on the bindings checking their range of movement. “Yes.”
I hadn’t seen Periwinkle since the night on the hard wooden table when she wrapped her beautiful mouth around my cock.
“You need to be careful, master. I recognize that look you are sporting.”
I understood what Julianna meant. We had both been interested in her, and she picked Orlando over me. That was a long time ago. This connection was different.
“Do you want the blindfold?”
“No. I want to see them.”
“Yes, sir, Master Lowell. I’ll let Master Orlando know you are ready.”
For Orlando, teaching pre-empted everything else. He was such a head case about instruction, and I used that to my advantage. Tonight’s scheduled lesson: How to pleasure two on one. Orlando taught stellar double-timing techniques. I should remember, we created the process together. He would pleasure my cock while he showed Periwinkle how to and while he did, that should humiliate him. I, unlike the others, knew how to tap into that part of him which was still quite active and alive. We discerned everything about each other’s sexual proclivities because we trained together when Service House opened.
The metal door handle jiggled and snapped me back to the moment. My cock responded to Periwinkle entering the room. I inhaled her light, magnolia scent and it aroused me fully.
“What are you doing here, Master Lowell? Where is Julianna?”
“Slight change of plan. We had to shuffle around because a trainee left ill. I moved her elsewhere.”
The heat rolled off Orlando, as he attempted to suppress his pissed off feelings, but I was more interested in Periwinkle, who concentrated her focus on my erection. A range of emotions raced across her face, and I guessed she was replaying our last time together—strapped to the table. She had received intense pleasure between her legs, as she sucked the life out of me.
Orlando dismissed this current exchange and moved into training. “Periwinkle, there is much to learn about engaging all the senses to the cock orgasm.”
“Double timing is a wonderful way to share and accentuate pleasure for the recipient. We can take them to the edge of ecstasy, back off, or provide non-stop stimulation. We can choose to engage the subject or not.”
“Yes, sir. What is our focus today?”
“Today, we are going to concentrate on the enjoyment that the givers create together.” What? No. That isn’t today’s lesson.
And with that statement, Orlando smirked at me and commenced his class. Break education protocol was against the house rule. I was the designated subject, and now I was at his mercy.
Orlando savored demonstrating hands-on techniques. I could barely concentrate on the incredible sensations going through my body, as I seethed inside for his topping me. Damn, him.
His fingers stroked under my balls and down my ass, he slid his mouth further up my cock, so did Periwinkle. She was a natural. The suction on my cock from each of them pulled all the arousal from me. Did she recognize how magical her touch was? I wanted her. I realized too late what Orlando had done.
They each alternated between long, licking strokes and going down on me, and then they licked me at the same time. When each of their mouths hit the perfect balance on my tip, they rolled their tongues around. That unhinged me. I don’t know why, but it always had, and Orlando knew it. I was coming. He nailed me with his eyes just as their tongues danced on my tip and then onto their lips that pressed together. I could hear him thinking, “Take that, Lowell.”
Kissing passionately, they released my cock to spurt into the air. The physical sensation ripped through me wasted as the emotional dissatisfaction left me aching, again.
“Thank you, Periwinkle. We will debrief at the end of the night. This session is over, go prepare for your next one.”
“Yes, sir.” She didn’t look at me until she reached the door when she was out of sight of Orlando’s perusal. Her look haunted me, sad and contrite. She didn’t understand, but I can help her to see. With her gentle touch, the door closed.
“Lowell. What the fuck? You were out of line here. Watch yourself. I say what goes. You don’t.”
“Orlando, you and I understand that free will is still part of this process. If she wants me, she can have me. Now untie me so I can get to my next session.” He unfastened my restraints with a dismissive attitude and then headed to the door.
I waited until his hand was on the doorknob.
“I’m doing anal training today, with Periwinkle.”
His fists clenched at his sides, as his spine straightened. I enjoyed that the tips of his ears reddened as he exited the room fuming.
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The breeze picked up, and I chose my steps carefully while we moved through the woods. As the mountain air blew through my hair, chill bumps covered my body. I inhaled the sharp, October air that held a hint of campfire smoke. Leon’s firm grip on my hand hurt. Was he afraid I would change my mind?
“We’re almost there, Melody.”
“How will we know if they are—?”
“Babe, it’s called Swinger’s Bridge.” Never did I imagine that a weekend getaway to spice up our sex life would lead to this?
Leon’s internet research found this place and here we were. The wind whistled through the gorge, as we stepped onto the suspended rope bridge. The irony wasn’t lost on me. I teetered on the bridge, literally and figuratively. In the vulnerable middle, I would have to decide to step into something innovative. As the wind gusts circled me, my brain swirled with “what ifs.” When we headed out toward the center, the air current sang with voices.
My feet halted us on the bridge. “I’m not sure I can do this, Leon.”
“Sure you can. It’s about us. What we like. We don’t have to do anything we don’t want to. We’ll leave if we don’t like the vibe.” He nuzzled my forehead and then planted his signature passionate kiss on my mouth, filling me with his burning desire. The idea of being sexual with other people turned him on, and he wanted to share that with me. I was clueless about the draw for him, but I had to admit a tiny part of me was curious as I prepared to take this leap of faith with him.
I hugged him tightly.
“Okay, for us.”
As we approached the center of the bridge, the voices grew louder. Are my eyes deceiving me?
“Melody. Leon,” said Cara, shaking her head. “What are you two doing here?”
Leon looked as shocked as me to see our neighbors. “We were having a weekend getaway.”
“That’s obvious, but I meant what are you doing here on the bridge?”
“I, uh-uh…,” said Leon.
“Hey, no need to be embarrassed. If I’d known you were into swinging, we could have stayed at home,” said Jeremy chuckling.
“You’ve done this before?” I asked.
“We come up here several times a year to meet new people and have some fun,” said Cara. “This is the first time we have run into someone that we know.”
Electricity sizzled through me. I considered Cara and Jeremy the quiet couple in the neighborhood. Until now, I never imagined them a sexually adventurous couple.
“How does this work, Cara?” I asked.
“Usually we chat for a few minutes to get to know the couple. We touch a little to explore our chemistry.” Both Cara and Jeremy observed us with eager eyes.
I glanced at Leon. He was smiling, of course. I knew he found this surprise perfect; he didn’t know that I did too. It was better for me that it was with friends. Endless possibilities filtered through my mind.
Shifting my weight from one foot to the next, I hoped my anxiousness didn’t show. “How do you decide what to do, Cara?”
“We are pretty straight forward. We name what we like and see if that appeals.”
“Okay, what do you like?” asked Leon.
“I have always been attracted to you two, so I’m up for anything,” said Jeremy.
“That sounds good to me,” said Leon.
“Slow down fellas. I suggest we kiss a little first,” said Cara. She was tuned into my mixed feelings, anxious and excited.
You didn’t have to tell Leon twice. He stepped right up in front of Cara, and she kissed him. It made me hot watching.
“Melody, what about us?” said Jeremy.
I moved fast, so my brain couldn’t short circuit my efforts. I threw my arms around his neck, settled my breasts in his chest and kissed the shit out of him. When we pulled back, Leon and Melody were staring at us.
“All right for me,” I said.
“Great. Let’s switch it up. Female to female. Male to male,” said Cara, taking charge.
My mind slipped into a most curious and wicked place. “Let us go first, so I can watch the guys,” I blurted out.
When Cara’s soft lips touched mine, and her breasts nestled into me, I indeed had found something different and exciting. She tasted like crisp, mountain apples, laced with smoke. I sighed, and Cara squeezed my breast. Hunger ran through me.
When I opened my eyes, the guys were inches from our face, observing. That was hot, too.
“Okay, gents. Your turn,” said Cara.
I held my breath. I had no clue how Leon would respond. Jeremy took charge of the kiss, and above the wind, a whimper emerged from Leon. Yearning to touch him, I snuggled my body to his back. As I wrapped my arms around him, I held Jeremy’s arms, too. Cara did the same. We were one big lump of lust standing in the middle of swinger’s bridge, and at that moment, I decided to leap.
“You’re hard as a rock, Leon. Let’s go to our condo,” said Jeremy. “It’s close by.”
We drove in silence; our sexual energy could have driven the car. I focused on it to keep my mind from thinking. The winds of change swirled inside me. Maybe tonight’s adventures would spice things up for us.
We arrived at a mountain-view condo, and Jeremy and Cara ushered us in.
“Come this way; the guys will be along shortly.”
Heading down the hall to the master suite, Melody dropped clothes as she walked. She was nude, stunningly bare when we arrived. I was mesmerized.
“Let’s get you more comfortable, Melody.” I felt like a doll being undressed. The care with which she worked moved me. I had no idea what would happen next. Melody smiled. “You are gorgeous. I have always wanted to be with you.”
She kissed me. Her thumb and forefinger massaged my nipple and then her other hand sank into my wet folds. I sucked her tongue into my mouth and savored all her touches. I never heard the guys arrive, so it surprised me when big, warm hands massaged my ass. Had I ever experienced anything this erotic?
Melody pulled me to the bed.
“Hop on guys. I want you to face each other. Get as close as you can, so your butts touch and then lie back.” Leon draped his legs over Jeremy’s. Two massive cocks looked like statues ready for admiration and love. What a view.
“Melody, let’s lick Leon’s cock together.”
Leon grinned, and I enjoyed that sensation. We ran our mouths along his length. I felt Jeremy’s hand on my ass. He wiggled his fingers at my wet opening and rubbed his erection on my cheek, teasing me to taste him and I did.
“Cara, Melody’s mouth is to die for.”
“I know, babe. I could tell from Melody’s kiss you would love it.
We alternated licking and sucking both cocks, together and separately. I was about to explode.
“Let us be proper hosts, tonight and give you a taste of the swinging lifestyle,” said Jeremy.
“Great idea, babe. What’s the plan?”
“Leon, you lay out flat on the bed. Melody, you kneel to his right side so you can kiss him. Cara and I will do the rest. Okay?”
“Okay,” we said in unison.
I gazed into Leon’s eyes, at the same time Melody wiggled her tongue in my slit and I saw stars. Judging from Leon’s response, it coincided with Jeremy sucking him. Leon grabbed my head attempting to get control. I did the same. We locked in the craziest of kisses. Other parts of our bodies were getting serviced, and we poured all the excitement in our kissing.
Leon lifted my face and scrutinized me. “Is it good, hon?”
“Oh, my, Leon. Aaaaghhh, Melody.” Melody worked a circular motion on my clit. She sucked me and then introduced a dildo inside my channel. It hit the spot. The vibrator and I both hummed.
“Jeremy, suck it, yes. Just like that. Ooooh yea.”
“Lift your legs up, Leon.”
“What are you doing, Jeremy?”
“If Melody gets a g-spot massage, it is only fair that you get a prostate one.”
When Jeremy plied his lubed fingers into Leon, Leon wrapped his arms around my shoulders and crushed me with a kiss. The intensity grew. My body met the vibrator strokes and my entire body shook.
Leon’s tongue began a surging motion, unlike anything he had ever done before. I imagined he mimicked Jeremy’s action to his asshole. As my orgasm hit its peak, I broke free from Leon’s mouth and screamed. Leon echoed me. I collapsed on top of him, and we rocked in each other arms.
As Jeremy and Cara pleasured themselves, I floated with the rocking bed, exhausted with Leon. Soon the couple plopped beside us.
“Well, mates, what do you think?” asked Cara.
Leon stroked my hair and kissed the top of my head. “Impressive.”
His glassy eyes shone with love for me. “I agree, Leon. Spice works.” I swatted his butt. “Maybe, you’ll get some pegging action when we get home.”
Leon waggled his eyebrows at me.
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“Anybody claimed this cot?” A sweet, shaky voice directed my attention away from my iPad. I had been watching an action movie to help forget my break up troubles.
“No. It’s yours.” A college girl sat her backpack beside the cot and sat facing me. Her shorts peeked out the bottom of her rain jacket that coordinated with her Keen sandals. When she pulled the hood off, I glimpsed a scared and beautiful face. Well, hello. She could be a distraction.
“How long have you been here?” she asked. I sat up and met her frightened eyes.
“I got here early, about six hours ago. Let the evacuation countdown begin.”
“Have you ever stayed in a hurricane shelter before?”
“Yeah, it’s livelier to stay here and be with the cool people than alone in my apartment. I’m a local bartender, so I know a lot of folks.” I hoped my banter helped settle her fear. “What about you?”
“No, never a shelter much less a hurricane. I was passing through seeing the sites when the storm approached. I figured this was my best bet since I don’t know anyone in the area.”
“You’ve never been in a hurricane before?”
“No, I’m from Kansas. I’ve experienced lots of tornados.”
“Probably similar except we get storm surge. That part can be nerve wracking. You here alone?”
“Uh huh, I’m headed to an internship in North Carolina.”
“Cool. Have you been on our barrier island before?”
“No, I must admit, I feel a little anxious. The shelter workers said I got the last spot. We are closed in.”
“Alright, they do a good job here. Want to get some food and then get settled in?”
“That sounds nice.”
“My name is Charlie.”
“Thanks, Charlie. I’m Laurie.”
Laurie shrugged off her coat after I suggested a tour of the facility and some food. I enjoyed the woman under the jacket, all curves, and legs. Delivering my favorite one-liners from the bar, I got her laughing. My youngest child personality seemed to be winning her over. We chatted about island life and college opportunities. It surprised me that we had so much in common. After eating, we played a rousing game of bingo with some of the island old-timers. They flirted with Laurie, and I enjoyed her reaction to them, a lovely blushing pink tone.
When the game folded, we went back to the sleeping area. The stale air and body sweat permeated the gym. The storm was going in full force, and the wailing wind produced eerie sounds. We sat on our designated cots arranging our belongings.
“Charlie, I’m sensitive to loud noises. I have a favor to ask.”
“If I get scared would you be amenable to me bunking with you?”
“No problem. Climb on in.” Yes, hot woman, hop in my bed.
With our blankets and pillows, we got situated on our cots. Knowing that a desirable, interesting woman was horizontal next to me drove me insane. After reading a novel in an attempt to put Laurie out of my mind, I managed to fall asleep. A loud crash woke me and then a wobbly, warm body slid in behind me. I pulled the light blanket over us. “It’s okay. We are safe here.”
When another wind gust picked up, Laurie spooned so close to me that I felt her heart through my back. She put one arm around my waist under my tee-shirt, and I patted my hand on hers. Be a gentleman, Charlie.
She wiggled, squeaking the cot, and it felt like I was a pair of jeans she was trying to fit in to. My penis started a dance in my gym shorts. The more the wind gusts and banging shook us, the tighter she held me. I sucked in a deep breath when she dropped her hand on my hip and brushed my erection.
As the storm intensification was heightening, Laurie took comfort in my body. I floated like I was in a dream. She tightened her grip on my hip and moved her mouth near my ear.
“Charlie, is it okay if I hold your cock?” Hold on to anything you want; I have gone to heaven.
“Do what you need to do.”
Her warm hand dipped past the waistband of my shorts and made direct contact with my erection. We were in the corner of the middle school gymnasium, covered up by a flimsy blanket. Even with people all around us, I was in a sexual trance as she held and then rubbed my cock. Tentative, she was not. As her calming mechanism worked for her, my pleasure sensation surged out of control. I considered that the entire room, families with children, would hear me, so I shifted to my back to gain access to her mouth. She molded her body to my movements.
“Thank you, Charlie,” she whispered in my ear.
“I think I should be thanking you, Laurie.” My hand wound around her hair, and I pulled her mouth to mine when she started stroking me in earnest. I captured her mouth and indulged in the sweetest tongue ever. It was as if the fury of the storm lived between us and our tongues told the story. I moaned and deposited all my sounds in her mouth. I was pretty sure no one could hear us because the storm had gotten deafening.
I wondered if this was how primitive tribes had had sex, with family members all around them or Native American Indians in a teepee or even camping with a group in a tent. As she touched me, those thoughts vanished. Frankly, I didn’t care who knew; her efforts were phenomenal.
I was as attached to her mouth and tongue as she was to my cock, and I slipped one hand over her breast. She groaned, and I felt a hard nipple under my fingertips.
“Charlie, pretend I’m fucking you.”
Those words put me over the edge. As I was about to cum, I sealed our mouths with a kiss to keep my moan contained. Never had I imagined that I would be jerked off in the middle of a hurricane surrounded by evacuees. I hoped that my spasmodic body remained hidden from the room’s view while under the blanket. My Bob Marley tee-shirt soaked up my plentiful spurts. After I had shot my load, I held Laurie close, thinking about her last words.
We fell asleep, and when we awoke, to our surprise, the worse was over.
“Thank you, Charlie, for helping me with my storm anxiety.”
“No problem, Laurie. It won’t be long until we are out today, maybe you could come with me and check out how my apartment fared.”
“I do have a couple more days scheduled for the island. That sounds like a fun idea.”
“Great. My cock and I would like the opportunity to thank you for sharing your excellent calming techniques with me.”
Laurie laughed. “I should be embarrassed, but I’m not. I had fun, Charlie.”
“You can be my shelter bunk mate anytime.”
Prepared to leave, we gathered out belongings and stood in line to exit. One of the bingo players, Dan, came up behind us. He slapped me on my back and leaned toward my ear opposite of Laurie.
“Charlie, I want you to make sure you show Laurie a good time before she leaves the island.”
“I will Dan, I promise.”
“Ah to be young again. I hope you can satisfy Laurie as well as she satisfied you.”
“Did you think in a room full of people, we wouldn’t know what you all were up, too?” He elbowed me in my side. “Do an old guy a favor. Make sure she gets as good as she gave.”
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It was our regular Friday game night with my friends. This crowd hated my single status so on occasion they would surprise me with a new guy. Tonight was one of those nights.
I arrived with my traditional barbecue chicken dip and spotted the new guy the second I walked in. Making a bee-line for the kitchen, I sought out Sheila.
“Who’s responsible for this tonight?” I sat the casserole dish and chips on the counter, anchored my hands to my hips, and turned prepared to blast Sheila.
“It’s not what you think, Alice.”
“Oh? You’ve rounded out the numbers tonight what am I supposed to think?” I opened the chip bag, selected one, scooped into the dip and then popped it in my mouth.
“Here. Take this beer and hear me out.”
“Fine.” I took a sip to settle down.
“The new guy is Jorge. He is making a presentation for my company this week. I felt inhospitable for not entertaining an out of town guest.”
“So this wasn’t a fix-up.”
“Nope. He’ll be gone next week.”
“Good. Okay, then. Sorry, I jumped the gun. Who picked tonight’s game?”
“Stanley. He took the liberty of creating the teams.”
“Great. So I’m with the new guy?”
“And we’re playing what?”
“Well, at least I won’t look like an idiot acting things out for Charades or Pictionary with someone I’ve never met.”
“I think you can handle Scrabble.”
We walked to the family room. The others were around the table setting up the board. I glimpsed over to Jorge. He laughed with the others. I had to admit he was hot and I liked men who appeared at ease in a group. Since I knew my friends weren’t meddling, maybe tonight will be fun.
“Hi Jorge, I’m Alice. Welcome to this crazy group. I hear we are partners.”
“Hi Alice, I hope you have a sense of humor. I’m a math guy, not a spelling guy. You aren’t a cut-throat competitive player, are you?”
I shook my head laughing. “Hardly. We’ll make it a fun time.”
He placed his hand on my back as we moved to our designated spot on the piano bench. That simple hand gesture and touch spoke volumes; his hand hello was even more enticing than his sexy voice. We sat on the bench, hip to hip and shoulder to shoulder. It was nice and inviting.
He pulled our team’s seven playing tiles and set them on the holder.
“I decided to add a new element to tonight’s game,” said Stanley. I held my breath. He always stirred things up. “Tonight is a sexy night. We’ll create words from the wonderful world of sexuality. Everything counts including slang and phrases. Holy crap.
Stanley smirked at me because he knew I wouldn’t make a scene in front of the new guy.
“Wow, you may carry us tonight,” said Jorge. He smiled and patted my knee. His touch shot tingles all the way to my crotch.
“I enjoy changing the tiles around for visual aid, do you mind?” I asked.
“Sounds good to me.”
I moved the tiles around, searching for words. I had plenty of sex words in my head. Jorge stirred them up, and my interest level was engaged.
While I worked, Stanley played first and spelled SNATCH. Hello, sex.
I wiggled on the bench, and Jorge turned to me, his face framed with a questioning look. The second turn provided TITS. The third turn laid out HOMO. How could placing sex words on the Scrabble board make me horny?
Staring at our tiles, I propped my elbows on my knees and my chin on my fists and considered the wetness of my panties.
Jorge took the opportunity to shuffle our tiles looking for word possibilities and we both froze when he spelled the phrase, SUCKME.
Jorge whispered in my ear, “What do you think?” What did I think? What did I think of his play or the idea of one of us sucking?
I shifted toward him and looked into warm, caramel eyes with black flecks. His full lips smiled, and I considered the question. What did I think about the phrase or the idea, suck me. I’d love those lips on me, and if the fullness in his pants were suggestive of what was there, I would have a lot to suck. My imagination worked overtime.
“Play on the S?” I asked.
“Sounds good to me, but let’s just use the one word.” Jorge winked and picked up the tiles. He played UCK under the S.
“We’ve got a lot of things on the board to suck,” said Stanley and everyone laughed. I pulled new tiles from the bag adding to our letters as the next turn started. I shuffled the new tiles and MYPENIS emerged. I halted. It felt like we were playing an Ouija Board Scrabble game.
“I’m going to grab some more food.” Sexual energy ran through me as I stood up and headed for the kitchen. I placed my hands on the counter, steadying myself and let out a deep breath. I was so turned on. A warm body pressed against me.
“I sort of like this game, what about you?”
I was known as the slow, reasoned processor. Being impulsive wasn’t my thing, but it was today. Leaning back into his body, and feeling an erection nudging me, I rubbed my hand down his leg. It was decision time.
“You want me to suck you, Jorge?”
“Only if you want to, Alice.”
I faced Jorge. His beautiful mouth intrigued me. I grabbed his hand as I headed toward the kitchen door. “Stanley and Sheila, I left some things in the car, and Jorge and I are going to get them. We’ll be back.”
I opened the door, and we slipped out. I imagined my friends snickering. They didn’t even know what phrase sat on our tile holder.
“I have a van.” I pulled up the rear door, and we stepped into our new little world.
“I’m an equal opportunity player, Alice. Let’s both enjoy sucking.”
I don’t know whether it was his Spanish accent or the desire in his voice when he uttered the word sucking, but I couldn’t get my clothes off fast enough. He worked quickly, too and we lay down on the cargo mat.
“Come here and let me kiss you.” I moved on top of him and giggled. “What’s funny?”
“We’ve gone from a Sex Scrabble Ouija Board game to Strip Scrabble. This is some game night.”
“I take it this is not usually what happens?”
“No, never, but I like what it has served up.” I slid my hand over his hipbone and down to rub his erection.
“This will be the best out of town memory,” he said.
We kissed like first timers exploring new territory. With different touches and strokes, we found our way to shared intense pleasure. I was warm and enveloped in sex goodness. When we changed positions for our mouths to explore the sex territory, our moans reminded me of youthful exploits. Delight and passion cranked up, and I gave Jorge as good as I got. Our bodies fit together perfectly and in another unexpected event our orgasms surged together. Locked as one in ecstasy, we rocked together kissing and licking until we stilled. I cataloged the nip in the air and the scent of us in the van. It would always remind me of life-affirming choices.
I shivered and Jorge held me tighter.
“Ready to get back and play Scrabble?” asked Jorge.
I chuckled. “I wonder what words will show up this time.”
“Maybe, GROUP SEX?”
“You are one open minded guy. With this crowd, who knows?”
“Do we need letters to make it happen?”
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