Recreational Activities

Content Advisory: Contains explicit scenes of m/f anal sex.

The third day of their luxury break on the Caribbean island of St. Kitts dawned hot and bright, and once again, Lisa’s husband was nowhere to be found.

Lisa stretched her slim, naked body under the sheet. Her skin was already sun-kissed from their first few days and her tan looked even darker against the white cotton. Above the bed, a wooden paddle fan spun a gentle breeze and from outside the window came the sound of birdsong.

Her hand strayed to the other side of the bed. Tristan’s side was still warm; he hadn’t been up for long.

Lisa searched her memory, trying to recall what adventure he was out on that morning. Sailing? Scuba-diving? Game fishing? She knew she shouldn’t complain; her husband’s love of all things sporty and adventurous kept his body as hard and lean as it was at the age of thirty-four. However, her idea of a perfect vacation consisted of lying pool-side for hours on end, a favorite steamy paperback in hand and a cocktail by her side. Even after five years of marriage, their choice of activities weren’t exactly compatible.

Lisa swung her slender brown legs off the side of the bed and stood. Still naked, she made her way to the mini-bar fridge and helped herself to a bottle of sparkling mineral water. Despite the relatively early hour, the day was already warm. With her hand, wet with condensation from the bottle, she applied the cool moisture to her décolletage and temple.

The luxury room was complete with a private garden and a huge outside rain-shower. After the antics of the previous night, she needed to take a shower and rinse off her clammy skin before heading out to the pool.

The memory made her squeeze her thighs together, taking pleasure in the lingering tingle in her loins. She’d never grow tired of Tristan’s body moving above, and under, and inside hers. It was just a shame they never got the chance to continue the evening’s love making into the morning. Tristan was always up at first light to attack that day’s adventure.

Lisa took a swig from the bottle and made her way outside to the tiled shower area. A large silver shower head protruded from the wall, circling directly above her head. Another couple of nozzles were attached to the wall on either side, creating a three way experience.

She turned on the tap and water hammered onto the tiles. Lisa put the bottled water on the floor and stepped in, the cool water rinsing off her hot body. Tipping her head back, she let the water run through her long brunette hair, swishing down her spine. She closed her eyes and allowed the water to pummel her.

Warm hands circled from behind, cupping her breasts. Lisa shrieked, her heart clambering into her throat. She tried to spin around but a hard, naked body pinned against hers and a voice whispered in her ear, “Stay right where you are.”

Lisa grinned, but her pulse stayed high.

“Tristan!” she protested but they both knew she didn’t mean it.

His warm lips met with the side of her neck, sending goose bumps across her skin. Fingers massaged her breasts, rolling her nipples into hard nubs, sending shock waves of pleasure coursing down between her thighs. His lips nibbled and teased their way down to her shoulder and Lisa pressed back against him, the length of his cock rigid against her lower spine.

She wanted to reach back but Tristan had her firmly in his grip, his arms wrapped around her body. He pushed her up against the shower wall, her hot nipples meeting with the cool tiles.

He released his hold on her and took one of the side shower nozzles off the wall. Using the spray, he held the head against the skin of her shoulders, the hard stream of water massaging her skin and muscles.

Gradually, Tristan moved the showerhead down. His other hand traveled down the front of her body, skirting her flat stomach. He pressed his palm against her pubic bone, pushing her ass out toward him.

“Bend over for me, baby,” he said, his mouth hot against her ear.

With her hands braced against the tile wall and trembling in anticipation, she did as she was told, arching her back and bending to forty-five degrees. Her ass pushed back against him, but he backed away slightly, and continued the downward movement of the shower.

The hard stream massaged the creamy curve of her buttocks. Lisa dropped her head and moaned, knowing exactly where he was going.

Using the shower head, he aimed the blast at the tight ring of her ass. The stimulation made her gasp, the individual jets pummeling the sensitive area. The stimulus caused deep contractions within her pussy, all of her internal muscles pulsing in a heady flow of pleasure.

With his free hand, Tristan reached around her body, his fingers seeking the sensitive hooded nub between her thighs. He flicked her clit, sending little tremors of bliss through her. He slid two fingers down her folds, separating her, and pushed a finger inside, slicking his digit in her cream.

Lisa whimpered, her eyes squeezed shut.

Tristan dropped the showerhead and moved them both out of the flow of water. He withdrew his finger and used her moisture to lubricate her star. His body was wet and taut against hers, his erection rock hard against her hip.

He circled the tight hole and slowly pushed a finger into her ass. Lisa instinctively tightened at the slight burn when he pushed past the tight ring of muscle.

“Relax, baby. You know I’d never hurt you.”

Totally trusting of him, she relaxed, her muscles loosening, allowing him access. Lisa groaned again and pushed back on his hand. He reached around her body with his other hand and located her clit once again. With slow, firm circles he massaged the sensitive spot, all the while sliding his finger in and out of her ass.

The sensations built within her, a tightly wound coil in the pit of her belly. She knew she wouldn’t last long. Already her body started to take over, every muscle tightening and relaxing in a pace to match her husband’s rhythm in her ass.

After five years of marriage, Tristan could read every sign her body threw at him. Knowing she was right on the peak, he slowed his movements and slipped his finger from her body.

“Don’t come yet,” he told her. The bell end of his cock nudged her lower back. “You think you can take all of me?”

“Use the baby-oil,” she gasped, jerking her head toward the small clear bottle she kept in the shower to keep her skin soft after a day in the sun.

He picked it up and she heard the click of the cap opening. The next moment, cool fluid dribbled over her ass and Tristan’s hands returned to work on her, smoothing the oil into the smooth curves of her buttocks. He pulled her ass cheeks apart, tipping more oil so it ran over her pucker.

“That wasn’t quite what I planned for you to do with it,” she half-moaned, half-laughed.

He dropped a kiss on her shoulder, “I know, but I couldn’t resist. I adore seeing you all oiled up.”

Lisa twisted her head back to watch Tristan trickle oil onto the length of his cock. She loved watching his strong fingers wrapped around that beautiful long dick and he massaged himself, his hand skimming up over his length and back down again.

His body leaned over her back and the smooth head of his cock nudged her tight opening. Ready to take him, only a little pressure was needed to push the bell inside her. They stilled for a moment, allowing her muscles to stretch around his girth.

With only a slight shifting, he slowly inched the full length of his cock deep into her ass. “Oh, God,” she cried, her head spinning in a combination pleasure and a sharp sting of pain. Her palms flattened against the tiles, using the wall for support as Tristan moved into her, her muscles rippling around the length of his cock.

Thrusting slowly and carefully at first, he built up momentum. His hand found her clit once again but instead of the slow circles he knew would build her up, he used the fast flicks that would tip her over the edge.

In a sudden burst, Lisa’s orgasm powered over her, her whole body a tingling mass of ecstasy, spreading from her center out over her limbs. She cried out loud, the sound echoing in the confined space, her eyes squeezed tight, her mind rolling with pleasure. Tristan managed to hold himself until the last waves of her orgasm jolted over her and then he pulled from her body, letting go of his own release, hot cum spurting over her back and buttocks.

They stood together for a moment, catching their breath, and then Tristan pulled her back under the water, rinsing her clean.

Lisa twisted around to face him, her cheeks flushed, her legs weak. His messy brown hair spiked in all directions, his dark brown eyes taking her in with a cheeky twinkle.

“I thought you were going fishing this morning,” she said, wrapping her arms around his neck and planting a long, slow kiss on his mouth.

He returned the kiss, his arms encircling her waist, pulling her hard against him before breaking the contact. “Diving,” he corrected her with a grin. “But I couldn’t get my beautiful wife off my mind and decided we should have a little recreational activity of our own this morning.”

Lisa grinned against his mouth. “And there was me thinking we didn’t have any activities we could do together,” she said.

“As long as our main interest is each other.”      

         

“Of course,” she said. “Now are you going to carry me back to bed or are you going to run off and leave me for something more exciting?”

He scooped her up in his arms. “Nothing is more exciting than you.”

~*~

M.K. Elliott

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Pleasure Planet - Part Three

Content Advisory: M/F oral sex, graphic language.

When we last left Pleasure Planet, Andromeda and Hector had consummated their very new relationship in the hot pools on Pleasure Realm Nine.

All the way back to the room Hector’s hand touched some part of my body. My back, my shoulder, my ass when nobody was looking. I’m woman enough to admit I liked his attention. Although he’d made it clear there was more sweet lovin’ to come, I appreciated the reassurance of his intimate caresses. Nothing worse than feeling trampy after a wild fling.

He wasn’t chatty like me and didn’t seem uncomfortable as we rode the elevator in silence. I forced myself to relax and act natural. I wasn’t sure what that meant exactly. Acting too at ease with the situation would insinuate I did this kind of thing all the time—which I did not. But I didn’t want to appear awkward either, so I crossed my arms over my chest and stared straight ahead. In hindsight I probably looked more cold than cool.

“So, you said something about eating.” Hector really knew how to work up my appetite. “What did you have in mind?”

I kept my inquiry nonchalant, not wanting to sound like I needed a twelve-step program for food addiction. I can get a little cranky when I’m hungry and wanted to head that ugliness off at the pass.

“How about Nova’s?”

“Uh…” I blinked a few times and stepped out of the elevator. Nova’s was the most expensive restaurant in Pleasure Palace. “Aren’t they booked up months in advance?”

“I have a standing reservation.” Hector pressed his hand to the key pad of our room and the door slid open. “After you.”

This man was full of surprises. I preceded him in, the door whooshing shut behind us.

“Sounds perfect.”

It really did. I wasn’t the type to plan three months ahead for a dinner reservation. I’m more of a “what sounds good” kind of eater, which normally landed me at Phil’s Universal Pancake House around midnight. I used to scoff at people who planned out their lives. Thought it took the spontaneity out of the moment. But I was wrong. Tonight Hector’s organized geekiness would give me an opportunity to dine at a place I’d always wanted to try, but never had the wherewithal to plan for.

“It’s rather formal.” He pulled a black suite out of his transport bag and gently shook it. “Do you have appropriate attire?”

“Yes,” I bit out. Wow, I went from amazed to irritated in under a second. What? Did I look like the kind of woman who couldn’t possibly own a dress? Well, I’d show him. “I have the perfect thing.”

I grabbed my duffle bag and headed to the bathroom. Hector’s ignored me, now absorbed with punching the buttons on the steam and pressing chamber. As far as I knew, he’d never seen me decked out for a night of fun. Since most of my life was spent working, I’m usually shrouded in a white, wrinkled lab coat or wearing cargo pants and a t-shirt. Never had a reason to primp on Crystalar, never had anybody to impress—until now.

I showered quickly and stepped into the drying bay. One good thing about short, spiky hair is that it doesn’t take a lot of coiffeuring. A few strong blast of hot air and voila, done.

I went light on the makeup, after all, Hector seemed to like the more natural me. A little blush, a little more mascara, some mauve lip gloss and I was ready for the dress. Short, black and clingy. The soft material slid over my body and hugged all the right places, falling a few inches above my knees. I sent up a prayer of thanks for the transformation of my body. Again, not planned, just dumb luck born out of boredom.

I slid on five silver bangle bracelets, hooked a thin silver chain around my neck, and put on delicate pair of silver chandelier earrings. A wicked smile crept across my lips as I decided to forgo my lacey black thong. Wouldn’t Hector be surprised when he found out I’d decided to go commando? And he would find out.

 Stepping back, I eyed myself in the mirror. Nice. I dug in my bag for my black sandals. The shoes weren’t so high I’d break an ankle if the bartender over-served me, but were still ultra-feminine, right down to the black ribbon that wrapped around my ankle.

I fluffed my hair, took a deep breath and stepped out of the bathroom. Hector stood with his back to me, wearing only his boxers. I stopped and raked his body with my gaze. Would I ever get used to seeing him like this, cut, tan, and drop dead sexy?

I think I did one of those girly sighs because he glanced over his shoulder at me. His reaction was good, appropriate, the kind of reaction you want from a man when you’ve put forth a little effort.

He laid his suit on the bed and walked toward me. My eyes traveled across his chest and down the channel that dipped into his low-slung waistband. Unable to stop myself, I licked my lips. His cock swelled under the light fabric and suddenly I wasn’t all that concerned with making the reservation at Nova’s.

“We’ll never get out of here if you keep looking at me that way,” he said.

I glanced at his face. His eyes were dark with desire. Call me a troublemaker, but the forbidden fruit was dangling too close to resist. I reached out and stroked him. His hands ran up my arms and massaged my shoulders.

“How much time until the reservation?” I purred.

He arched a brow. “Thirty minutes.”

I slid to my knees, his cock still draped but directly in front of my face. “Plenty of time.”

He didn’t speak, just stared at me as if waiting to see what I would do—hoping I’d do what I was about to do. Have I mentioned that I love his green eyes? Sometimes they’re the only part of Hector that convey what he’s thinking and right now they were pleading for me to continue.

I hooked my index fingers on the elastic of his boxers and tugged them down. His erection sprang free and again, I marveled at the wonderful surprise of his body. My fingers wrapped around his shaft and I felt it harden under my touch. I probably shouldn’t have gotten an ego boost from that. Most cocks get hard when you touch them, but the look of desperate hunger on his face had me patting myself on the back—just a bit.

My lips hovered less than an inch for his swollen tip. I let my warm breath flow over the head, teasing him. He pushed against my hand. I opened my mouth and he slipped inside. No need to torture the poor man longer than necessary, after all, we were on a schedule.

My tongue swirled around the head as I pulled free, but instantly wrapped my lips around him again and took him deep. A low groan squeezed from Hector’s throat and his head lolled back. His jaw clenched and unclenched as he threaded his fingers through my hair. Another good thing about my hairstyle, you can’t really mess it up.

I slowly pulled back, sucking hard. My hand followed my lips with a firm caress. His fingers tightened almost painfully, but I kind of liked it. There was something about seeing Hector come unraveled that spiked my passion and determination. With a steady rhythm I drew him in and out of my mouth, tunneling him along my moist tongue, drawing his pleasure out with each stroke. His cock grew, stretching my jaw. Any wider and this blow job would end in a hand job. The man was blessed.

He reached between us and cupped his balls. His breathing quickened as I increased the pressure and speed of my assault. I filed stroking his balls away for later use. It seemed to be an effective maneuver.

His other hand gripped the back of my head and gently guided me against him, not too fast and not too deep. I reach around his body and cupped his ass. The man had me on the edge as he made love to my mouth with his beautiful cock.

I knew he was close from the rasps panting above me. God he was beautiful, all twisted steel and brains. The perfect combination. My nipples ached to be plucked and the heat pooling between my legs was almost unbearable. I let go of his ass to stroke my pussy. It wouldn't take much to send me over the edge. Just the sounds of his moans and the feel of his cock in my mouth nearly had me coming. I rubbed my clit in time with his thrusts.

At some point I stopped sucking him off and let him take control. Never thrusting past the point of comfort, he fucked my mouth, over and over. My finger worked my swollen nub and I let go of his cock with my other hand to tug at my nipple. I tottered—on the edge—waiting. His body stiffened and he growled as his warm come spurted against my throat. I dipped my finger into my wet pussy, rubbed my clit and followed him over the edge. Sweet nebulas, this man knew how to make me hot. He leaned forward and braced a hand against the bathroom doorframe. He tasted clean and I swallowed every last drop, not permitting him to pull away.

After a minute, he straightened, wrapped his hands around my upper arms and pulled me up. I was grateful for the assistance, because though I’d never admit it to Hector, my left foot had fallen asleep while I'd been pleasuring us. Every painful prickle was worth the price to see him lose control.

He crushed me against his chest and kissed me deep, not at all creeped out by the taste of his come in my mouth. Cool. Another passionate minute—or five passed before I broke the kiss and stepped out of his arms. “

We have ten minutes until our reservation.” He took a step toward me and I backed up.

“Fuck the reservation,” he said.

I pointed toward the bathroom. “Like hell. Get ready. You’re feeding me.” I gave him my most seductive smile. “I suggest you eat. You’re going to need your strength.”

****

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“What are you doing here, Rena?” He wiped the bar with a white hand towel. His white t-shirt fit snug, showing off a well toned but not overly muscular body.

“Hello to you, too. I see not much has changed.” She slid onto a barstool and put her purse on the counter. “Aren’t you supposed to take my order?”

He didn’t answer but set a glass down and filled it with Maker’s Mark.

She slid a twenty across to him and looked around the mostly empty room. The Trading Post wouldn’t be hopping until Friday night when there would be standing room only.  

He pushed the money back and his face softened. “You know your money is no good here. How have you been?”

Rena sipped the gold liquid in her glass. “I’ve been okay. How about you?”

“Not bad. What brings you back this time?”

She laughed. “You know this is home base, babe. I always come back.”

Rena had been leaving her hometown and coming back since she graduated high school. She’d been leaving Mitch Callahan and coming back to him for the last ten years. She took his virginity the summer after ninth grade. She fully expected that one of these times, he’d be engaged or a have a girlfriend when she returned.

So far, her timing had worked out and she could come home and fall into his arms until she had to go again. Rena never made any promises and he never asked for any. The situation was understood. He wasn’t obligated to wait for her and she wasn’t obligated to come back.

He smiled, revealing the dimples that melted her heart and her panties. “Need a place to crash tonight?”

She’d been with a lot of men. She fucked for gifts, for a place to sleep and for fun. They were all meaningless sins of the flesh. Only Mitch made her feel something more than the physical pleasure. She could let herself go completely with him.

She bit her lip. “If you’ll have me.”

“You know I can’t say ‘no’ to you.” He leaned across the bar and kissed her lips.

“Why are you so good to me, Mitch?”

“You know the answer to that.”

Looking down at her glass, she swirled the bourbon and took a deep drink. She knew he loved her. He’d have to, to put up with her.

“Are you closing tonight?”

He looked at his watch. “No. Ken is closing. I can leave in thirty.”

“What’s new? Catch me up on the haps?”

“Not much to tell. You know how it is. Greg and Jamie are getting a divorce.”

“Really? That’s too bad.” She downed the last of her bourbon.

He told her about the new fountain at city hall and the recent spike in car thefts; things that were a big deal in a small town. Then he rounded the bar and took her hand. “Let’s get out of here.”

Rena hopped off the stool and walked beside him. “I missed you,” she whispered in his ear.

He looked down at her. “Ditto.”

She followed him in her car and parked behind his truck. His house felt like home to her even though she declined his offer of a key and never stayed for more than a week at a time. She opened her trunk and he picked up her suitcase and carried it inside.

His house always smelled like aftershave, like him. That familiar clean scent. She closed her eyes and inhaled.

He put her suitcase on the couch and turned the kitchen light on. “Are you hungry?”

“A little.” She smiled and took her jacket off. Hanging it on the back of a dining room chair, she walked across the room and joined him by the refrigerator. 

“Sandwich?”

“Sure.”

He knew what she liked. Turkey and cheese, dry. They sat at the table and ate quietly. He put their dishes into the dishwasher.

They picked up right where they left off before her last hiatus. He led her to the bathroom and pressed her back to the wall. His hands slid up the back of her blouse and unhooked her bra.

She unbuttoned the front of her shirt and pulled it off her shoulders and he slipped her bra down her arms.

“Jesus, I really did miss you.” He lowered his mouth to her breast, sucking her already hard nipple into his mouth.

She inhaled and ran her fingers over his head, through his short brown hair.

He unzipped her pants and pushed them down her legs.

She stepped out and pushed him back, ripping his shirt over his head. His pants came off and they were a tangle of limbs. He lowered her to the floor and crawled between her thighs. His eyes narrowed while he stared at her face.

She knew that look. It was always the same the first time after she returned. Hard, fast, primal. A reclaiming.

Mitch pushed her legs open and slipped two fingers inside her, priming her for his thick cock. He kissed her hard while his thumb massaged her clit.

Her pussy dripped in anticipation. She needed him insider her. “Now, Mitch. Please,” she implored.

Removing his hand, he angled his body between her thighs and drove his cock deep inside her.

She gasped, grabbing his shoulders. Nobody took her body and soul like Mitch could.

He held her hips and thrust into her with marked deliberation.

“Oh, God,” she whispered. Only with him could she completely drop her guard and let him have all of her. And that was what she missed; what she searched for but never found.

His breath hissed through his teeth as he bit her neck. His hands slid up her body and along her arms where he locked his fingers with hers.

Her chest tightened with every beat of her heart. She turned her head to the side. Every nerve ending in her body hummed.

Mitch plunged hard into her and his cock throbbed, spilling his warmth.

Her breath hitched and her body shuddered beneath him.

He touched her chin and turned her face toward him. He kissed her lips. “I’m glad you’re here, baby.”

“Me, too.” She tried to smile.

*****

Rena woke to the smell of coffee and bacon. Stretching her body, she rolled out of bed and pulled his t-shirt over her head. She didn’t bother looking for her panties. The shirt hung to her knees anyway. She padded into the kitchen and he handed her a cup of coffee.

“Thank you.”

“Did you sleep well?” he asked, removing strips of crisp bacon from a pan and placing them on a plate covered by a paper towel. Another plate already held a pile of steaming scrambled eggs. He carried both to the table.

“Yes. I always do when I’m here.”

He scooped food onto a plate and slid it in front of her. “What about when you’re not here?”

“Not so much.” She sipped her coffee and picked at her food.

“Don’t leave again.” He kept his eyes on his plate. “Stay.”

“Why? Why do you want me?”

“I love you, Rena. I have since ninth grade.”

“But, why?”

“Because I know the real you.”

After breakfast, Rena rinsed the plates and put them in the dishwasher. 

Mitch moved in behind her. He lifted her hair up and kissed the back of her neck.

She put the last plate in the dishwasher and closed her eyes.

His hand slipped under the t-shirt and trailed up the back of her thigh. He turned her to face him and pulled the shirt over her head, tossing it on the floor. Picking her up, he carried her to the table and placed her on the edge. Mitch knelt between her legs and buried his face in her pussy. His soft lips closed around her clit and he sucked gently while slipping a finger inside her.

She gripped his head, her orgasm instantly building. The muscles in her legs tightened, curling her toes.

He moved his finger faster, curving it up to stimulate her G-spot. His other hand caressed her breast, pinching her nipple.

“God, baby.” Her eyes rolled back and she moaned. Time stood still and her body contracted. Her pussy clenched on his finger and her clit throbbed between his lips.

Before the contractions stopped, he stood up and unbuckled his pants. Taking his thick cock in his hand, he guided it to her wet pussy. He pushed inside her slowly.

She whimpered and reached for him, pulling his face to hers. She kissed him.

He pulled out and slid back in, repeating the motion over and over until his balls slapped her ass with every thrust. His tongue darted into her mouth, licking across her teeth. He cupped her breast and squeezed it hard.

She didn’t want the kiss to end. In that moment, the connection felt like life support. If Mitch pulled away she would flat line. Her heart would stop. She would die.

Is this what love feels like?

The feeling that I won’t be able to draw a breath if he’s not connected to me?

My blood will no longer rush?

My eyes will no longer see?

She imagined how he must have felt every time she walked out the door. Tears stung her eyes and her throat burned.

His body tensed over hers and he looked at her face. “What’s wrong?”

She stared at him, unable to find her voice.

“Are you okay?” He smoothed her hair away from her face.

She nodded. “I love you, Mitch.”

His lips parted and he blinked. “What?”

“I love you. Tell me to stay,” she whispered.

“Stay,” he replied. “For good.”

“I will. I’m finally home. For good.”

Look for Melissa’s next short story on October 23, 2011!

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The Voluptuous Correspondence of Lady, Installment Ten

by Alice Gaines

My dearest Richard,

I write to tell you my impressions of Sir Walter Udney and the tests he put to us before he'd allow us to attend one of his salons. I must admit to some shock at my own behavior in his presence, and even though I had your love and support throughout the exercise...one might even call it an ordeal…immediately thereafter I felt unable to discuss what had just happened. So, I remained silent during the brief time we had together before I climbed into my carriage for the short journey back to X's townhouse.

I knew I should be mortified by what I'd done. I should certainly have felt more than a little embarrassment. Instead, I only felt excitement, my pearl still tingling, and...sinful thing...only wanting more of what any refined English lady should reject out of hand.

Let me tell you all my feelings, good and bad. I ask you to respond with all truthfulness. If what I did repulsed you, pray tell me now. We'll never return to Sir Walter's den of sin and find some other way to satisfy our insatiable need for each other.

When we first entered Sir Walter's house, all seemed as it should in an English gentleman's city home. Everything was not just elegant but understated in a way that suggested the owner valued modesty rather than ostentation. The front hallway had a hush that one expects in places where matters of great gravity are handled.

I don't know what I expected from his sitting room, but that also seemed quite in order, with the right sort of furnishings and nothing that would indicate more secret chambers for sinister uses. When Sir Walter joined us, he did stare at me, letting his gaze travel from the tips of my slippers to the top of my head. Assessing me. Though he said nothing, he seemed pleased, and he smiled as he directed us to chairs.

Given the setting, I was unprepared for his questions. You and X are the only men with whom I’d ever discussed sex, my darling. My conversations with X amount to little more than his telling me when to expect his presence in my bedroom. Only you and I have ever shared sweet, passion-laden words. I found myself stumbling as I attempted to answer Sir Walter's enquiries. He seemed pleased to have flustered me, and his demands grew more and more intimate.

Yes, I'd sucked on a man's cock and enjoyed it. Yes, I'd spent with nothing more than manipulation of my pearl. Yes, I'd shared my body with other females and knew how to make them spend, too. Yes, I'd performed for the enjoyment of people looking on. Yes, yes, yes, until I hardly knew what I was testifying to as his questions came faster and faster.

Then he turned to you. He asked if you could become erect again shortly after spending. He asked if you enjoyed watching women gamahuching each other. He asked if you'd be willing to share my body with other men.

That last made you hesitate. When you looked toward me, I tried to tell you that I'd understand if you refused. But Sir Walter cut me off with a glare.

“I asked your lover, madam,” he said. “You shall not answer for him.”

Thus rebuked, I settled back in my chair but tried to tell you with my eyes that I'd love you no matter what you said.

“If she wants,” you said finally. “I'd never deny her anything.”

Before we'd walked into that sitting room, I would have told you I couldn't love or want you any more than I already did. I would have been lying. Another man might have refused, considering me his exclusive property. You, my darling, had agreed to share me if it would give me pleasure. I resolved in that moment that, no matter what we might encounter in Sir Walter's salon, I'd do my utmost to not only satisfy you but to also make you proud.

Sir Walter grunted, in approval or scorn, I couldn't tell, but he turned his stern gaze on me.

“Now then, my lady,” he said. “Are you ready for your test?”

Looking back now, I wonder that only I had to prove myself and you were spared. Perhaps it was for Sir Walter's pleasure to have me submit to his will. Perhaps he thought me the weaker link...someone you'd brought along but who didn't truly desire adventure for my own enjoyment. At the time, I would have done anything to prove my mettle.

I hardly expected him to order me to strip out of my clothing and sit before him as the Lord made me. I needed your help with my stays, and thank heaven, Sir Walter allowed that. He watched the entire time it took to free me from my clothing, his expression unreadable.

I must tell you, my darling, that nothing in our romps prepared me for the trial of making myself naked in front of a strange man who'd not so much as expressed an interest in me. X has seldom seen me completely nude. Indeed, before I became your lover, I'd hardly looked at my own body since childhood. Our sexual explorations have given me such freedom, but then, we've always indulged when consumed with passion. Even the young women we played with in the country were equal participants in lustful play.

Still, when I’d finished disrobing and resumed my seat, I lifted my chin and met Sir Walter's stare with a determined one of my own. I would not show him any fear. He seemed impressed that I'd met his demands thus far and leaned forward, his gaze keen. “Well enough. Now put your fingers between the lips of your pussy and bring yourself to climax.”

All the air seemed sucked out of my lungs. No one had ever made such a demand of me, and certainly not a stranger who still wore all his clothing and seemed to take no interest in me sexually.

I looked to you for guidance, and found you as astonished as I was. You tried to object, but Sir Walter raised a hand, again commanding that I must make up my own mind and not appeal to you for help.
In the end, the decision came down to me. Would I refuse, as any sane woman would? Or would I comply, thereby gaining access to sexual exploits past anything you or I had ever enjoyed? The expression on Sir　Walter's face finally gave me my answer. I could tell that he expected me to surrender to fear and modesty. With that realization, my mind was made up. I wouldn't let him get the best of me. I wouldn't let him force me to back down.

No, I'd assert my own power as a woman and a sexual being. Though men often think themselves superior creatures in every aspect of life, in the enjoyment of sex, my gender can bring yours -- and Sir Walter's -- to your knees. Most of you must rest for hours between orgasms, while we can experience several climaxes within a short period of time. We’re far more sensual creatures, talented in appreciating all the senses while men go through life hardly seeing the world around them.

To prove the truth of that fact, I leaned back in my chair and separated the lips of my sex so that Sir Walter had a direct view of the most private parts of my body. In my own way, I was saying to him, I don't fear you, but you should worship me.
 
Now uplifted and, honestly, euphoric, I proceeded to stroke my pearl with one index finger while still keeping the lips parted with my other hand. The nubbin had already elongated and hardened, thus the sensation of elation I'd experienced. I stared at Sir Walter the entire time as my body began the slow climb to full arousal.

In my mind's eye, I pictured Sir Walter becoming erect as he watched me touching myself. I imagined that he wanted me and would soon entreat me to bring myself to his lap so that I could slide down onto him and give him relief from a heightened lust he hadn't expected to experience from merely watching a woman touch herself. I'd refuse him, of course. I'd make him sit and watch what he'd ordered and give him nothing else, no matter how he begged. The sense of domination drove my own sexual response even higher. I would achieve the task and afterward put my clothing back on and leave the room with my head held high.

I continued stroking myself in the way that most excites me. You discovered the exact rhythm, my darling, and so by using the rolling and then fluttering of a finger over my pearl, I transformed my touch into yours. Now, instead of asserting my dominance over Sir Walter, I immersed myself in memories of all the many times you've caressed me with your fingers or tongue. I remembered all the times your beautiful rod has penetrated my body for the benefit of our mutual pleasure. I pictured you inside me as I sped toward the inevitable.

I would climax, sitting there in that proper sitting room with two fully-clothed men looking on. I would gain us entry to London's most exclusive voluptuous salon. Not even you would accomplish that, my darling. I would.

That last thought drove me over the edge. I laid my head back against the chair and made the final surge upward. When the climax claimed me, I released a loud cry as my sex went wild, tightening rhythmically. In my altered state, I thought I heard Sir Walter grunt again. I might have imagined it. I couldn’t fathom the reason, in any case. I could only slump against the chair, drugged with pleasure. I hardly returned to reality as you helped me dress myself and leave Sir Walter’s house.

Because we spoke no more than a few words afterward, I’ve come to fear that perhaps my performance had disturbed you. As creative as we’ve been in matters of sex, I’m sure you hadn’t expected me to do something like that. I certainly hadn’t. Please do write back immediately and tell me that you still honor and love me the way you did before. I’ll hardly sleep until I have your reassurance.

Your worried lover,

X

Three's Not Always a Crowd

Content advisory: m/f/m sex, anal play

Nerves had her heart fluttering in her chest in time to the butterflies in her stomach. Beth stepped off the boat onto a tropical paradise. What had ever possessed her to choose a place like Decadent for vacation?

Sure, her relationship with John had ended badly. Her fault, of course. And over the very thing she’d signed herself up for here at this hedonistic resort. Of course, here she had nothing to lose.

If she hadn’t been blindsided by what he wanted, perhaps she and John could have worked through the impasse. She’d had the last three weeks to think about what he’d asked for and if she were honest with herself, she was intrigued. Hence the trip here.

A handsome man approached and offered his hand. “Ms. Jorgensen, welcome. I’m Max Striker, director of guest services.”

As she shook hands with him, she sent a surreptitious glance over him, noting his dark good looks and well-defined muscles straining his seams. Hmm, if everyone that worked here looked like him, maybe this wasn’t a bad idea after all.

“Thank you, Mr. Striker. Will you be part of my fantasy here?” Heat washed up her cheeks at her brazenness. Less than five minutes at this place and already she’d turned into a hussy.

Max chuckled and tucked her hand under his arm, leading her away from the dock. “As lovely as you are, I’m off the market, so to speak. We’ve arranged a special stay for you, but I wanted to meet with you personally to assure you.”

“Assure me of what?”

“While we’ve made arrangements, if anything or anyone doesn’t meet your expectations or desires, I want you to let me know. A change can be made in an instant.”

“Okaaay.”

“I know everything sounds a bit cryptic, but we’re doing something a little different in your situation and I want to make sure that you’re agreeable. To everything.”

“Now you’ve got me worried.”

“No, please. I’m sorry. I think it will all become clear in a few moments. I’m going to introduce you to one of the gentlemen in a moment, a slight departure of our normal experience, but as I said, I want to know personally that you’re fine with it.”

The tension that had calmed after meeting Max roared back to life. They’d done something different than usual for her. Why? It seemed the guy they were meeting was the cause. Who could it be? It did help a little that Max wanted to make sure she was comfortable with everything.

They approached a small bungalow hidden within the trees and tropical flowers. The bellman that had been following surged ahead and deposited the bags on the porch. At a nod from Max, he tipped his hat at her and returned the way they’d come.

As she and Max ascended the steps, the door opened and her brain stopped mid-whirl while her mouth dropped open.

What!?!

Her ex-boyfriend stood in the doorway wearing only jeans. His smooth, broad chest rippled as he reached for the frame. A lock of brown hair fell into his dark gaze and her hand moved instinctively to push it back as she’d done so many times before.

Catching herself before either man noticed, she redirected the hand to her temples and rubbed small circles as her mind raced to process this new development. What was John doing here and how had he known she’d be here? Or had he chosen this place to fulfill the desires she hadn’t and this was some kind of cosmic joke?

Max cleared his throat. “I see you do know each other. Ms. Jorgensen, Mr. Anderson came to me and presented a compelling case to be involved in your fantasy vacation. I was unsure, and still am, but remember, this is completely up to you. If you don’t agree, we’ll move you immediately and set up the traditional package.”

The guest director’s speech tore John’s gaze away and panic crossed his face.

“Beth, please. Let’s talk. Afterward, I’ll leave if you want, but give me this one chance.” His eyes pleaded as hard as his words.

John had come here and arranged this surprise? Confusion filled her. He’d walked away three weeks ago, only returning once to pick up his things. No talk then. Why now? Her mind swirled with possibilities, but the only way to find out was to talk to him.

“Thank you, Max. For everything. I’ll agree to speak with him and I’ll call you with my decision either way.”

“Just dial 431 from any phone on the island. It will ring me directly.” Max squeezed her hand and retreated, leaving her alone with the man who’d broken her heart.

They stared at each for a long moment. God, he looked hot. Somehow it didn’t seem fair that he looked better to her now than when he’d left.

John pulled her up the steps and into the cottage. “Come in. You look great, Bethie.”

The use of her nickname kick-started her brain and she withdrew from him, walking to the other side of the room. Distance and a couch stood between them and she was glad of the barrier. She’d need it for this conversation.

“What are you doing here? How did you know I’d be here?”

A sad look crossed his face, but he nodded and sat in the chair. “The day I came over to get my stuff and leave your key, I found the brochure for this place.”

At least she knew the how. Now for the why.

“I know I screwed up, springing Kevin on you like that. After the first night apart, I knew I needed to figure out how to get you back. I thought I’d wait until you calmed down, but then I found the brochure. I knew I had to do something or lose you forever.”

“Why didn’t you say anything that day?”

“I didn’t know what to say and I didn’t want to damage our relationship even more. So I waited.”

He scooted forward and rested his forearms on his knees. “I don’t understand, Bethie. You were against a threesome with me and Kevin, but you came here to experience it?”

Beth sighed and ran a hand through her hair. She was sure she came off like a schizophrenic idiot to him, yet he was still here. Maybe she hadn’t ruined everything?

“You’re right. I was shocked and hurt and angry when you invited your brother into our bed. I’d never considered anything like that before and it went against everything I’d grown up believing.

“But then I had time think. And to miss you.” She offered a sad smile and moved around the sofa, falling into the cushions. “The more I thought about it, the more it fascinated me. I wished I hadn’t freaked out on you.”

John left his seat and kneeled in front of her, placing his palm on her knee. “I miss you, Bethie. I miss us. If you don’t want a threesome, I’ll understand, but I need you back. Can we try again?”

Tears burned her eyes and she blinked to keep them from falling. “I’d like that. I miss us, too. From now on, though, no more surprises without time for me to think.”

He swept her into his arms and held her tight. “Deal.”

Capturing her face in his hands, he pressed his lips to hers, and plunged his tongue inside when she opened for him. Heat raced through her body at his remembered touch, culminating in her pussy. Her panties dampened as need built, faster for their time apart.

With a jerk, John pulled himself away.

Confusion, laced with passion, muddied her thinking. “What’s wrong?”

John sat back on his feet, his hands gripping his knees while he struggled to catch his breath. “Nothing. I just need…to tell you….”

“Tell me what?”

He looked at her through half-lidded eyes. “God, I want you.”

“Okay.” With a grin, she slid onto the floor with him.

“Wait.”

She frowned. What was the problem? Was this some elaborate joke? “What’s wrong?”

A door on the other side of the room opened and John’s brother walked in.

“Kevin?”

“He’s trying to tell you about me, but he can’t think with his big head when you’re around.” With a nervous smile, he joined them in the middle of the living room, taking the chair that John had abandoned.

Sighing, John found his voice. “When I found out what fantasy package you’d signed up for, I’d hoped that if we could patch things up, you might reconsider Kevin. If not, I understand. If you want more time to think about it, it’s cool. Please don’t be mad. I was hedging my bets.”

Beth looked between the two men. For twins, they looked nothing alike. Where John had brown hair and eyes, his brother was blond with green eyes. Both had a similar build. If she were honest with herself, she found them both attractive.

“I’m not angry, but tell me why this is so important to you. Most men wouldn’t want to share their girlfriend.”

“I wouldn’t with anyone, but Kev. I can’t explain it, but with our bond, it’s almost a compulsion. We’ve always shared everything important.”

She couldn’t pretend to understand, but since he’d opened the door to the possibility, she couldn’t get it out of her head. At night, she’d imagine it while she masturbated.

“Is this a one-time thing or something permanent?”

“That’s up to you. We’d like to be a dedicated threesome, but if that’s not what you want, I’ll take you any way I can get you.”

“I’m open to trying it. The rest we’ll take as it comes.”

At her words, both men approached. Kevin moved to the couch behind her, massaging her shoulders while John claimed her mouth again. The fire he’d started moments ago roared back to life, higher and hotter.

Kevin’s hands moved from her shoulders down to her breasts. Her breath caught as he kneaded the sensitive globes, zeroing in on her nipples. Moisture flooded her pussy as she leaned into his touch.

Breaking their kiss, John pulled her up onto her knees and turned her towards his brother. The bulge straining Kevin’s pants enticed her and she reached for him, undoing the button and zipper while John smoothed her skirt up over her ass and lowered her panties. She lifted one knee, then the other, as John slid the scrap of lace off her legs.

Turning her attention back to the erection in front of her, she pulled Kevin’s cock out. It stood up in greeting, smooth head marred by a drop of pre-come. With a gentle push, John propelled her forward and she licked the salty treat. He tasted so good. Different from John, but good.

A groan from Kevin spurred her on and she swirled her tongue around the head before taking his cock in her mouth. She sucked, circled his rod and sucked again. His hands tangled in her hair as he pumped into her mouth.

As though not to be forgotten, John’s finger found her clit. Gentle at first, he rubbed in a circular motion, adding more pressure as she humped against his hand. Kevin had taken over the blow job, fucking her face and she lost herself in John’s touch as he brought her to the edge of climax.

Before she could totter over the side, he moved away from the sensitive bundle of nerves to plunge two fingers deep inside her. With unerring accuracy, he flicked her g-spot with each thrust, causing the coil in her tummy to tighten.

He removed his fingers and moved back to her clit. After another round of teasing, she couldn’t take anymore. The taste of Kevin on her tongue, the eroticism of him dominating her, coupled with John bringing her to the peak, only to deny her….

She broke.

Needing to find release, she moaned around Kevin’s cock.

“She needs to come, bro.”

Almost sobbing at Kevin’s words, she tried to nod her head. John’s hands left her completely, only to be replaced by his dick. He pushed into her pussy, not stopping until fully buried.

Pulling out, he lunged back in and the brothers soon found a rhythm. Kevin’s balls tightened and she sucked harder, determined to make him lose control as they’d done to her.

Kevin groaned. “I’m gonna….”

At those words, John eased his pinky into her tight rosette and matched tempo with his thrusts. Kevin stilled, holding her in place while he emptied himself down her throat. As he pulled from her mouth, he steadied her while John increased his speed.

Tighter and tighter, tension spiraled through her as her muscles contracted. So close, she just needed….

John pinched her clit, breaking the twisting tautness inside her as she flew over the peak she’d been hovering around. Screaming, she held onto Kevin while John drove into her one, two, three more times before finding his own release.

After resting for a few moments, John withdrew from her and stood. Hefting her into his arms, he carried her into the bedroom. His brother followed, bypassing them for the bathroom.

Lethargic and sated, she lay compliant while John undressed her. Kevin joined them, wiping her with a warm wash cloth. Both men disrobed and slid in on either side of her. Cuddled between the two men, she wondered why she’d been so freaked before. This had been the most erotic and mind-blowing sex she’d ever had.

As they drifted into slumber, she sighed. Yeah, she could get used to this.

****

Please return on October 11th for the next rendezvous by Scarlett.

~~Scarlett Jameson~~

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