Sexy Addiction

by Naughty Aphrodite

  “No, no…” Gemma swirled her wine thoughtfully. “But I think that was the usual mixture of single beds and the back seat of cars. Oh, though once I did have sex in a crane.”

  “I didn’t know that,” said Brandon, looking impressed. “When?”

  “In my second year of college, I briefly dated a construction guy. One night he took me to his site and showed me around and we did it in the cockpit or whatever it’s called. He was the operator, so he had the keys.”

  “Atta girl,” said Brandon. “My wife is so much cooler than me. Did she tell you she studied art in college?”

  “She did,” Matt laughed.

  “Now that would be something I would love to do,” said Gemma wistfully.

  “What?”

  “Have sex in an art museum. Like in the Louvre or something.”

  “But all the paintings would be watching you!” Brandon replied, looking horrified. It was getting dark, and he fished a lighter out of his pocket, reaching for the closest citronella candle.

  “Yeah, I’m with Brandon on this one,” said Matt, passing Brandon another candle. “Personally, my dream is the top of the Empire State building. I mean, not the very top, but the viewing platform. I’d bend her over the railing so that we’d both have an incredible view. Maybe on July 4th. That way there’d be fireworks,” he grinned.

  “And you’d put them on a timer so they went off just as you came?” Brandon suggested, laughing and putting away the lighter.

  “Ooh, I hadn’t thought of that. You, my friend, are brilliant. So,” Matt nudged Brandon’s leg with his knee, “what about you?”

  “Oh, I’m boring,” said Brandon. “I’ve always wanted to have a threesome. You know, just me and two ladies.”

  Gemma raised an eyebrow, trailing one finger up and down the stem of her wine glass. “Should I ask around at spin class?”

  “Would you, sweetheart?” Brandon joked.

  “Though you know, I wouldn’t say no to a threesome with you two,” Gemma giggled, pointing her wine glass at Brandon and Matt. “It’s not every day a woman finds herself with two such handsome men in her home, after all!”

  Suddenly realizing what she’d said, Gemma blushed. “Oh my God, I mean…I don’t know what came over me. The wine’s really gone to my head. I’m so sorry.”

  Brandon and Matt glanced at each other then back at Gemma. “Don’t apologize,” said Matt.

  “I mean, we are both extremely good-looking, it’s true,” said Brandon. Matt nodded, but Gemma still looked embarrassed.

  “Hey, Gemma, don’t worry about it,” Matt reached across the table and put his hand on hers. “We’re all friends here. It’s ok. Honestly, I’m flattered.”

  “Thanks,” she smiled. “I’m -- I’m going to go get dessert. I’ll be right back.”

  When she’d disappeared into the house, Brandon turned to Matt. “Have you ever slept with a guy before?”

  Matt nodded, sipping his wine. “Once.”

  “How was it?”

  “It was great. He really knew what to do with his tongue,” Matt winked. “What about you?”

  Brandon toyed with his wine glass. “No, never,” he replied. He looked up at Matt, “But that’s not to say I wouldn’t.”

  Matt’s knee was still touching Brandon’s thigh and he leaned forward, resting his hand a little higher up. “Well, there’s no time like the present,” he said, his mouth next to Brandon’s ear.

  Brandon turned his head, looking down into Matt’s dark smiling eyes. He licked his lips and pressed them to Matt’s. He tasted like wine.

  There was a crash as Gemma dropped the plates of pie she was holding. The men broke apart, turning to her. “I…,” she said, standing frozen in the open French doors.

  “Why don’t you come join us?” Matt asked.

  “I…” Gemma said again. Slowly, she came towards them, still looking unsure. “Am I hallucinating?”

  The men laughed, and Brandon turned so that he was straddling the bench. He patted the space between him and Matt, “Sit here, sweetheart.”

  Gemma sat, resting her back against her husband’s chest so that she faced Matt. Brandon pulled her hair up in one hand, planting kisses on her neck, his other hand stroking her thigh. Matt turned to face Gemma, inching closer. Gently, he kissed her mouth. She gasped.

  Wanting a better angle, Matt slid closer still, pulling Gemma’s legs over his thighs and hooking his own over Brandon’s so that they were all straddling each other. He kissed Gemma again, with more force, and reached around her, grabbing hold of Brandon’s hips and drawing them closer together. Brandon bit his wife’s neck, his hands running under her shirt to cup her breasts. He rolled her nipples between his fingers, and she moaned into Matt’s mouth.

  Gemma could feel their erections pressing into her, Brandon’s hard against her ass and Matt’s nudging her thigh. Brandon pulled her shirt over her head while Matt undid her bra. She arched her back, wrapping her arms around her husband’s neck. One hand still kneading her breast, Brandon undid the fly of her jeans and slid two fingers into her, his thumb teasing her clit. Matt bent forward, taking one of her breasts into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the rigid nipple again and again. He put his hands down the back Brandon’s jeans, squeezing the other man’s ass.

  Gemma gasped and moaned, one hand clenching in each man’s hair. Brandon’s fingers were curled inward, rubbing her G-spot faster and faster. Above, Matt licked the pale skin between her breasts then pushed them together, sucking both her nipples at once. Her body tightened around Brandon’s fingers and she bucked her hips as, unable to control herself any longer, she came.

  “God, we need to get out of these clothes,” said Matt hoarsely when she was done. He picked Gemma up, putting her on the table before turning back to Brandon. Pulling the other man’s shirt off and undoing his jeans, Matt bent over, lowering his mouth to the tip of Brandon’s dick. Gasping at the sensation, Brandon buried his fingers in Matt’s hair, turning to watch his wife. She was panting, her mouth open, her tongue licking her lips as she watched Matt blow her husband. She had kicked off her pants and Brandon could clearly see her masturbating, her fingers teasing and rubbing her slick, swollen vulva. Brandon groaned.

  Matt sat up, kissing Brandon, who pulled off the other man’s shirt. Gemma moved quickly, sliding between the two of them on the bench. Kneeling, her ass pressing against her husband’s erection, she trailed kisses along Matt’s chest, pushing down his pants and taking his cock deep into her mouth all at once. Matt moaned, grabbing her by her hair. Brandon raised her hips, dipping his face to kiss the cheeks of her ass, lightly running his tongue between them, flicking her hole. She groaned around Matt, her tongue working furiously as she moved up and down his shaft.

  Suddenly, Matt stopped her. She looked up, confused, as he moved to sit on the table, his legs spread. He smiled at Brandon over Gemma’s head, turning Gemma around and guiding her head back down to his throbbing cock. Brandon, getting the drift, stood up, getting into position. And, finally, while Gemma gorged herself on Matt, he buried himself deep inside the warm wet folds of her pussy. Gemma’s fingers clenched on Matt’s thighs as Brandon began to thrust, gently at first, then harder and harder, his hands tight on her hips. Matt gasped above her as Gemma pumped his slick cock faster and faster, keeping pace with her husband’s deep plunges. The sound of her ass smacking against Brandon’s stomach as he drilled into her drove all three of them wild.

  Suddenly, Gemma stood up, shocking both men and Brandon moaned piteously. But, one hand on each of their chests, she turned and slowly, gently, eased herself down onto Matt’s glistening dick. It had a long time since she’d tried anal, but she remembered loving it. Matt couldn’t believe his luck and he groaned, biting her shoulder at the feel of her impossibly tight ass close around him. “Come here, baby,” she whispered to Brandon, opening her arms to him.

  “Oh God,” her husband moaned. Already near th
e brink, he hopped the bench and bent to slid himself back into his wife. Raising a leg, he put one foot on the table, using that to rock himself deeper into her. Gemma braced herself on Brandon’s shoulders. Matt’s hands gripped her hips. Brandon’s hands fisted in Matt’s hair. Gamma lowered herself onto the men, slowly at first, then faster, until she was fucking them as hard as she could. Their slippery, sweaty bodies moved in unison, pumping furiously. Gemma threw her head back, unable to keep from screaming when she felt them come, her own body tightening in orgasm, her nails digging into Brandon’s back, Matt’s hands clenching on her thighs, pinning her to him.

  There was silence for a moment as they gasped for breath, leaning against each other.

  “Oh my God,” Matt whispered finally. “Holy shit, that felt so good.”

  “Yeah,” said Brandon, leaning down to kiss Matt’s shoulder. “Great idea, sweetheart.”

  Gemma laughed weakly, exhausted. “You guys maybe want to go to bed?”

  Matt nodded, resting his head on her shoulder blades. “Would you mind?”

  “Not at all,” said Brandon. “Besides the night’s still young. Who knows what could happen?”

  They all laughed as they disentangled themselves. Leaving their clothes where they were, they went up to bed, their arms around each other. Sweaty and exhausted as they were, when they got into bed, their bodies next to one another, Gemma felt Brandon’s cock harden again and, catching Matt’s eye, she licked her lips in anticipation.

  ***

  “Well, I can’t thank you guys enough for the past two weeks,” said Matt. He was freshly dressed and showered and standing in their front door. “Especially last night. It was one to remember.”

  “We should be thanking you,” said Brandon. “You reminded us of what’s really important.” He put his arm around Gemma, kissing her hair.

  “And don’t you forget it!” said Matt with a smile. “I gotta run, though, or I’ll be late for my flight.” He looked at them then leaned forward, kissing both of them on the lips; long, lingering kisses.

  “Let us know if you’re ever back in town,” said Gemma as he left.

  “Of course!” he called, waving as he got into the taxi.

  Gemma shut the door behind him, leaning against it and looking up at her husband. Brandon moved closer, smiling down at her.

  “Brandon, what are you --” But, in one quick movement, he had picked her up, pressing her back to the door. “Aren’t you tired?” she asked a little breathlessly.

  “Not in the least,” he murmured, nipping her earlobe.

  Gemma threw her head back, laughing. “Good,” she said, kissing him. “Me neither.”

  Her legs wrapped around his hips, Brandon carried his wife back up to bed.

  THE END

  The Memory Of You

  Chapter 1

  “Dr. Pace where are you going?”

  Caleb Pace stopped in his tracks at the shriek and turned to watch the Head Nurse, Tiffany Kang, as she hurried from the ER to stand in his way.

  “My work day has long ended,” he responded.

  She glared at him as though he were delirious. “The Director of Doldam hospital will be arriving at any moment. He is not an ordinary patient, you have to stay to welcome him.”

  It was his turn now to shoot her an incredulous look, after which he stepped to the side and continued on his way. She hurried ahead of him and blocked his path once more, arms outstretched in to keep him from leaving.

  “Dr. Pace, please stay. And moreover, it is a Friday night. The ER might be plunged into chaos at any minute. You rarely ever leave on nights like this!”

  “I have somewhere to be, Nurse Kang,” he said quietly.

  “Can’t it wait?” she cried.

  “It cannot,” Caleb replied. “Dr. Reed and Garner are on call. They will handle whatever comes in my absence.”

  “We need you,” the nurse pleaded as he continued on his way.

  “I have you,” he said, without looking back. However, just before he shut the double doors to the hospital behind him, he shot her a glance. “Manage it all until I return. I will be back in two hours.”

  The relief in her tone was instant. “Thank you, Dr. Pace,” she said and returned to the ER.

  Caleb gave a deep sigh as he got into his car and drove away into the dark night. In a little under an hour, he arrived at the cemetery with a bouquet of peonies in one hand and a candle. He found her grave almost without thought, and sat down upon the grass in front of it, lighting his candle and placing the peonies by the side of her tombstone.

  “I’m back,” he said, as he read the name engraved upon the marble marker. Aisha Graves. He retrieved the scotch whiskey flask from his coat and took a deep long drink. “If I had known I would come visit so often, perhaps I would have had them bury you at the Lakehouse. At least it’d give me a reason to come home at night.”

  He took another slug of liquor, corked the flask and placed it aside. “I cannot stay long today,” he said. “It’s a Friday night.” He smiled at the memory that slid through his mind. “You used to dread Friday nights. Its relation to how much more people got into accidents plagued you to no end.” Caleb chuckled in recollection. “You were a great surgeon, a bit scatterbrained but, still great. It would have been nice if you were here to give me a hand.”

  “I’m thinking of quitting,” he said. “When I work, day in and night out, it all seems bearable, but in the quiet moments, such as now, I ask myself what I’m doing.”

  He let out a heavy sigh and took yet another drink from the flask as he stared into the dark gloomy night. There were tombstones all around him, but he paid it no mind. The quieter it was, the better. “It’s been four years now, and I still have not healed. I do not want to, but at the same time it worries me that I’ll become so damaged that even the escape that surgeries have become to me will no longer suffice.”

  “It’s all your fault,” he said, with a sadistic smile. “You should have stayed… been a bit more patient. Now I’m forced to talk more to you than I ever did when you were still here.” He muttered to himself. “You never goddamn respond.”

  Tears suddenly rushed to his eyes, so he looked away, and despite his better judgment, picked up the flask and took one last drink of hard liquor before returning it to his pocket.

  His phone began to ring then and at first, he ignored it, but it didn’t stop, and he knew that it would not. So he picked it up and listened calmly to the frantic voice of the head nurse. This was a new record. He had barely been gone for an hour and there was already chaos. How he hated Friday nights.

  “An accident has just been reported on Highway 55. Five vehicles and a truck are involved.”

  “How many patients?”

  “We’re not certain yet. The ambulance has just been called to the scene.”

  “They’re not there yet? Then how did you…”

  “Dr. Kate Hades informed me- the Doldam Director’s daughter. They were heading here from the city and met the collision. She was accompanied by two doctors excluding her father, so they are performing emergency first aid, and rounding up the patients.”

  “Alright, I’ll be there when my second hour is up.”

  “We need you this instant!” she roared. “They will be here any minute now.”

  “Get the two doctors on call.”

  “Dr. Garner has just bailed. He complained of food poisoning and went home.”

  Bastard, Caleb swore under his breath and blew out his candle. “I’m on my way.”

  It took him thirty-five minutes to arrive at the ER, and the moment he did, he was bombarded with reports.

  “Where is the Lidocaine and suture set I asked for?” someone barked from the opposite end of the ER, just as three nurses hurried towards Caleb. The first one to reach him jammed a chest X-ray into his hands. “Dr. Pace, he has a low BP and oxygen. He has already been given treatment for his shock.”

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nbsp; Multiple rib fractures on the right, bilateral pleural effusions, Caleb thought to himself as he studied the film. “Give him high flow oxygen and send him away to OR three to await me. He needs surgery right away.”

  “Yes doctor!” she hurried off and another took her place.

  “Dr. Reed sent me. He has a patient with a flail chest and cardiac tamponade and another with an incised wound in the leg. He needs surgery to repair the artery.”

  “Contact the Director to immediately take this up otherwise the blood loss will increase the area of necrosis and he will lose that leg. Call Dr. Cart at Mayo Clinic and immediately arrange to send the cardiac tamponade patient to him.”