There was nothing else.
Velodona thrust inside her, and she howled at the sudden fullness. Ravaging Beatriz’s mouth with her own, Velodona swallowed her cries while her body writhed above her.
The tip of a tentacle swept through the pool of slick beneath them. It slid between the cheeks of Beatriz’s ass. Pulsing against the furled muscle, it dipped inside, slow and insistent until the flesh yielded to her.
Pulling back, Velodona panted, “Open for me, love. I want all of you. Will you give me everything?”
“Suas. I’m yours.” The words were spoken without hesitation. “Take it. It’s for you. I would give you anything. Tudo.” Everything.
“There you are, my pet,” Velodona murmured. “I want your orgasm. Give it to me. Come.” She thrust two fingers into Beatriz’s mouth and reached down to grind against her clit with her other hand.
Beatriz sucked hard, cheeks hollowing. Every inch of her was possessed. Owned. The inner walls of her cunt spasmed.
“Did you hear me? Come.”
A final slap against her pussy robbed Beatriz of breath, and she seized, her existence reduced to that single moment. She felt nothing but pleasure, and then even that faded, and she was weightless, free.
A CONSTRUCTED THREESOME
Dr. J.
In the distance, I heard a truck engine. After a door slammed shut, stomping feet through the front door followed.
“Hey, Lucas, where are you?”
“Keep walking toward the back, Justin.”
I pounded the last nail into the board on the platform and grinned to myself as I prepared for my thirtieth-anniversary celebration. Two of them. The beginning of my marriage coincided with the opening of my construction business. Walking around my creation that sat in the middle of the partially hung drywall, I grabbed a corner and rocked it, checking for stability. Even for simple projects like this, my inner craftsman showed through.
When Justin reached the large family room, he stared at the wood and metal structure in the center. He turned and busted out a smile.
“Damn, I’m getting hard just thinking about how this will go down.”
He rubbed his crotch and walked closer.
“Well, you’re here to help me get the focus right.” I gave his dick a quick squeeze. His hands landed on my shoulders, and his playful fingers dug into my muscles. Ava’s ringtone coming from my pocket broke us apart. When I hit answer, her sobbing floored me.
“Ava, baby, what’s going on?”
As she blubbered, it was difficult to catch her words. “Slow down. Breathe. Tell me what you’re talking about.”
“We have to cancel tomorrow night. I had the perfect gift set up for us, and it’s all falling apart.”
For three decades, Ava had been the rock and the driving, sexual force of our relationship. You don’t stay together with someone this long without love, trust, and sexual adventure. I wanted to start our next thirty years by showing her I was fully committed to taking on a leading role in our sex life.
“I’ve got us covered, babe.”
She sniffled. “Really?”
“It’s the big 3-0. I want to do my part.”
“Are you sure, Luc?”
“Afterwards, you can tell me how I did, okay?”
“Okay. I’ll go anniversary shopping to do my part.”
“That’s my love.”
When I ended the call, I shoved my cell back in my pocket and turned to Justin.
“Are we in trouble, Lucas?”
I winked at Justin. “Nah, the first part of the plan fell into place.”
My arrangements would take precedence for tomorrow night. Ava had planned for a troupe of folks to dance naked for us. I intercepted a call from the company verifying the date, and she had no clue I’d canceled them.
Justin ambled around my stage, looked up to the adjustable bar with attached metal rings and knobs, and patted the side table. “This is something else, Lucas. You are a master at your craft. Not just your specific surprise, but this house. Ava will freak out. You have pulled off the impossible.”
“Thanks for the kind words, J, and I’m happy you agreed to it all.”
Dodging Ava’s immediate disaster, I may have pulled off the impossible feat of an anniversary surprise, but she’s the reason Justin is here.
Two years back, Ava announced she wanted to explore a threesome. I reluctantly agreed when she wanted it to be with a man. We had met many people interested in being with us, but when we met Justin, we knew we had located our sexual unicorn. Never had I thought I’d be in a polyamorous relationship, much less with a man, but Justin added the perfect flavor. Open-mindedness may be the secret to our thirty years.
Justin’s renowned photography drew Ava to him. Maybe we all connected in the creative world. I loved watching him fuck Ava, and when she asked to see us together, I threw myself into it for her. Tonight’s celebration would be incomplete without Justin.
“Did you get my email, J?”
“Yeah, hang on.” Justin looked at his phone. “You had pretty detailed things you wanted going on. I have to ask; do we get to improvise?” He waggled his eyebrows, and I shook my head laughing.
“You know how we roll, man. Consider it a sexual menu from which to choose. The bigger job is the element of surprise.”
Justin continued reading.
“Yeah, that’s a huge element. So, I’m riding with Ava in the limo to meet you here?”
“Yes, you get to blindfold her.”
“Our witchy woman will not like that.”
We both laughed. Ava’s representation of the world was visual. She liked to survey her landscape, and everything must look just so. But tomorrow tonight, I wanted her in a feeling place: this was all about sensation.
“Do you think my presence will give away the surprise?”
Would it?
“I don’t believe so, but you could throw her off with an anniversary present.”
“What are you thinking, Luc?”
“How about a Shibari arm binding demo on the drive over? That’ll get her into sensations. She’s wanted you to do that, to experience the feel of the knots before we bind her for a sexual experience.”
“Great idea. Ava loves decoration and showing her boldness in public.” He stared at me for a second. “Colored rope, too. I’ll find out what she’s wearing then plan to decorate both arms.”
“Good luck with that.”
“I have my ways, Lucas.” He rubbed his chin as I saw him putting a plan in motion.
“Okay, but make sure you leave a loop at the wrist ends so I can attach her hands on the bar.” I pointed to the sound system. “Do you think this will fool her?”
I grabbed the remote from atop the metal box and hit the on button. Justin strained to listen as I turned up the volume.
“It sounds like a club.”
“Yeah, it is. I recorded it the night we were at Embers. I’m setting the stage, pun intended. She’ll think we’re in a crowd.”
“I can see her shaking now, Lucas.”
“Okay, so remember to put the noise-canceling headphones on her before you get out of the limo.”
Ava’s probably expecting our tried-and-true fancy dinner celebration with her last-minute debacle, but not this anniversary.
“I think we’ll have fun, Luc. It looks like you have everything under control. Call me if you need anything, and I’ll see you tomorrow night.”
“Thanks, Justin. Same to you.” I clapped his back. “And I’m looking forward to everything.”
I had arrived at the construction site when my phone rang with the expected call.
“Lucas, Ava is throwing a fit about the blindfold. She has threatened the driver if he drives off.”
“Give her the phone, Justin.” In the background, my spitfire spewed her favorite rant words.
“Lucas Mark Johnson, I am not parading around in public with my eyes covered.”
Yes, my witchy woman had arriv
ed, right on time.
“Darling, when have I ever paraded you around in public?”
“I know you are taking me to Antoine’s with last-minute planning and all. I refuse to be led into that restaurant wearing this mask.”
I chuckled under my breath.
“Do you think for this big anniversary, I’d pick Antoine’s?”
“What? That’s not where we’re going?”
“No, it’s not. Let Justin put the blindfold on you.” I closed my eyes and imagined the look Ava was giving Justin. He’d be earning sainthood tonight. “Ava, darling, I want you to get with my program.”
All the sounds from the limo stilled, and then she whispered, “You have a program?”
“You’ll find out after you’re blindfolded.”
“Lucas, tell me.”
Ava’s “do it my way,” seductive voice called to my cock, and it wanted to respond. My call to her body, mind, and soul had to be bigger. “If I wanted to tell you, there wouldn’t be a blindfold. You are mine tonight, Ava, to pleasure as I see fit. I’m honoring our first thirty years and ushering in the next. Now let Justin do his work, so we’ll have a night to remember.”
I knew her so well. It would be at least thirty seconds before she agreed.
“All right, Lucas, but if you parade me around Antoine’s, there will be hell to pay.”
“Not Antoine’s. Put Justin on the phone.”
“Yeah, Lucas?”
“Just a heads-up, the headphones will be as bad, but I think you can handle it. See you shortly.”
Right on schedule, the limo pulled up, and I was at the front door to aid Justin with Ava. When he helped her out of the car, and she righted herself, I witnessed a vision. The black cocktail dress, the intricate design of purple rope on each arm created by Justin brought out her sensuality. She gripped Justin’s arm as he reached the steps. I motioned for him to stop. Standing in front of Ava in the night air was intoxicating. I lifted the headphone off one ear.
“Hey, beautiful.”
She turned her head to my voice. “Hey, Luc.” She twisted her body around trying to catch the sounds.
“I see you decided to join my party.”
“Did I have a choice?” An edge of frustration in her voice landed on my heart.
“You always have a choice, even if you don’t like it when I’m in charge.” She jutted her jaw out as she straightened her stance. “Thank you for having J do the rope. I feel kinky, and I can’t wait to see it.” She paused. “Ah, I don’t hear traffic, so we’re not at Antoine’s. Are those tree frogs croaking? Where the hell are we?”
“You are so hot when you’re riled up. Get ready for this adventure like it was thirty years ago.” I grasped her hand and squeezed. We had eloped, at her insistence, taking our best friends with us to Vegas.
She chuckled and sighed. “I was the insistent one then, but if you’re with me, I’m good.” Her trusting voice, the one I remembered from our wedding night, touched me. “I will always be with you. Let’s get this party rolling.”
I covered her ear and motioned for Justin to go in ahead of us, so he could activate the sound system. I waited a few moments, nuzzling Ava’s neck, admiring her as I traced the rope knots. I was turned on and wondered how long I could make this event last. When I felt the bass notes rumble, I guided Ava up the steps and opened the door.
Ava clutched my arm as we walked, much like during our short wedding processional. As we approached my surprise, with the music blaring, I removed her headphones.
Ava shouted at me, “Where are we?”
I ignored her question and spoke in her ear. “Would you like a drink?” She nodded.
Justin handed me her favorite one, and I held it under her nose.
“The bubbles tickle, Luc.” She gasped. “A St. Germain martini. You remembered.” We had discovered it on our tenth anniversary. It had turned her into a sex maniac.
“Take a sip.” I lifted it to her lips, relishing the ease with which she tasted. When Ava stopped sipping, she nodded her head to the beat of the music.
“Luc, I need a gulp since you brought me visually impaired to a club.”
That’s my wife, bolstering her courage. This time she threw her head back a little further and opened her mouth wider. All I could think about was how many times those gorgeous lips had been wrapped around my cock.
“Ava, I hope you enjoyed the appetizers in the limo because dinner is a long way off. Come this way. There’s a special place for us.”
“As long as you have martinis for me, I’m good.”
I walked her to my platform. “Two steps up, love.”
Justin came to her opposite side and grasped her arm as I had.
“Oh, my God. Justin, you’re still here? What is going on, Luc? Talk.”
“Not yet.”
When she reached the top of the platform, we positioned her under the bar. As the music boomed, I stroked her cheek and kissed those luscious lips.
“I’m giving you what you wanted. Lift your arms.”
“I don’t understand. What’s happening?” she asked, her tone laced with irritation and interest.
“Ava, you trust me, I know.” I stroked her arm and then kissed her again. “If you want to find out, lift.”
When Ava lifted her arms, I affixed the rope loops to a clip on the metal ring. I traced my fingers down her arms, feeling her softness, and she shivered. The sexy dress Ava wore tonight would be a causality of the event, but so worth it. I could only imagine what she was thinking.
Justin had positioned his camera with the remote trigger and had been snapping pictures all along. He signaled me when he was satisfied with his shots and moved toward the sound system. After we undressed and prepared our surprise, he turned off the club sounds. I watched Ava fidget, a real bonus of my surprise. Sex with Ava was unprecedented and always hot when agitation was present.
“We’re not in a club? You have me bound. What is that smell?”
“No, Ava, no club, but if you can name the scents, the blindfold comes off.”
She wiggled like a worm on a fishing hook. Her breasts jiggled, and when Justin eyed me, I thought my dick might explode. She twisted her head in different directions and sniffed.
“It’s musty and a little wet. Hmmm. Concrete dust. I swear I smell, pressure-treated wood. Lucas, are we at a construction site?”
The eagerness in her voice pushed me forward, and I lifted off the mask.
Her reaction was priceless. She stared at my bare chest with her mouth hanging open before scanning down to my tool belt riding my naked hips, my semi-hard cock, bare legs, and my work boots. After she gazed around the open, high beam ceiling and the stacked drywall against the partially installed wall, she saw Justin decked out the same way, and a tear slipped down her cheek.
“Happy anniversary,” I said, as I wiped the drop.
“I get a threesome at your construction site?”
“I have it on good authority it was what you wanted.”
“Wait until I get a hold of Jody.”
“Is that to hug or kill her?”
Two months back, Ava’s best friend Jody tattled that while on girls’ night, playing Truth or Dare, Ava picked truth. She wanted to be bound up at a construction site for a threesome. My brain detonated because that was something I could make happen, but there’s no way she could know about the rest.
Ava grinned. “I guess that depends on how well you execute this fantasy.”
“Always trying to run the show.” I held out my hand. “Justin, the electric scissors, please.”
Her eyes, the size of saucers, missed nothing. With the scissors in my grasp, I dragged them across her lips. She shuddered, and I smelled her arousal like an uncorked bottle of vintage wine. I flipped the switch, and they whirred to life.
“My dress?”
“Your dress.”
With the ease of a master, I started at the hem and sheared the dress up the middle. When the shredded
clothes landed on the floor, Ava watched me intently.
“Holy hell.”
As she hung there grinning, I looked at Justin.
“Why should Ava have all the fun, Luc? I wanted you to have a present, too.”
Around Ava’s breasts were intricately knotted thin ropes, which met in the space between her breasts and ran down her abdomen. The ropes diverged past her belly button and created two circles around her legs like panty lines. With this and the cord on her arms, she was a stunner.
“Do you like it, Luc?” asked Ava, moisture seeping out the corner of her eyes.
“Oh, yes. Thank you both.” My chest pounded and I rubbed my cock on her thigh.
“You feel good,” she said.
“I’m guessing this is better than Antoine’s?”
“So much better.”
Stark naked and dangling from my bar in her purple rope art, Ava was a siren made to worship. Justin must have felt it too because his camera clicking exploded.
“I’m your subject tonight, J?”
“You and the rope work.” Ava dropped her head back to view her hands.
“Spectacular J, thank you.”
“Justin, hand me the compressor hose, please.”
When it was tight in my hand, I hit the button, and a stream of air burst forth.
Ava tried to reposition her legs, but I stopped her movement with my hand.
“This is my arena, Ava. I wield my tools how and where I want them.” She pouted before I blew the air through her hair. She accepted it like it was a massage. When bursts teased her sensitive nipples, her body convulsed.
“Needy?” I turned toward Justin. “You want to help Ava out?”
As I alternated the direct air to each nipple, Justin kneaded her breasts and sucked her nubs. Ava’s body moved like a wave, rising and falling with the action.
“Spread your legs now, Ava.” I dropped to my knees to see her wetness; I smelled her arousal, earthy and robust. I intended to drive her insane with the air on her clit. If she thought the hot tub jets were sensational, this application would change her mind. I had a front-row seat to her response.
“Luc, this is so, so naughty.”
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