Our First Time: Anthology of a Menage

by Jennifer O'Donnell

  By the time they got to the room, Eric was hard, his dick bulging against his tight jeans. Casey looked at it, folded her lips and bit them until they almost bled. Eric pulled her in close to him, just as he did with Amanda, and starting kissing her slowly. Then he vigorously ripped off her top, rubbing the tips of her nipples slowly until they got hard. This sent a thrill through her body and she started trembling, her eyes rolling back in her head. In fact, she was enjoying it so much that she grabbed one of her breasts and shoved it in his mouth. Eric looked up at her, trying to smile with his mouth stuffed with her tit.

  Casey soon got bored with Eric sucking on her boobs so she lifted her tight fitting dress and shifted her panties to the side, looking at Eric with cute puppy eyes. Eric stuck his tongue out his mouth, and licked all around the corners of his mouth to tease Casey. He had practiced on Amanda earlier that morning, so Casey would be a breeze. He bent his head down and raced his tongue around her clit, like he was on a race track, bringing bursts of pleasure to her face and eventually a river of cum, flowed out of her cunt. Casey’s hands were braced on the door, and she bucked her cunt forward into his face. His eyes and nose got covered with cum so she took her fingers and wiped the cum from his face and put it in his mouth. Eric seemed delighted to eat it and Casey gave him a freaky smile, indicating that they weren’t finished.

  “Ah... Ah... Eric!” Casey gasped with pleasure, as he pushed his cock into her tight, white pussy, and slowly moved in and out with his huge black cock. Casey moaned his name and then she screamed. The pain became so intense that when she tried to call his name, she only gasped. “Wow, you’re so big!” She grabbed him by the waist trying to push him in deeper.

  By then, Eric realized that he hadn’t used any protection, and pulled out. As he scrambled for the condom in his pocket, Casey turned and said, “WTF are you doing? You don’t need that, just fuck me,” she said roughly. Eric wanted to please her so he pushed himself back in, and fucked for a long time until he finally burst a huge load into her pussy.

  When they were finished Casey dipped her fingers in the white, sticky goodness and tasted it. “Yum,” she said, slowly rubbing the head of his dick. As he stood up, she kneeled and licked the excess cum off of Eric’s dick. When she finished he took his long cock and gently slapped it all over her face as he watched the excess cum fly all over the place. “Wow, Eric, you fuck better than my husband!”He smiled gracefully as he slowly zipped up his pants, and leaned in for one last kiss before leaving the club.

  As Eric quietly made his way back into the apartment, the lights in the hallway flipped on. Amanda stood there looking angry and she moved toward him as if to attack. He stood there at the door wondering what in the hell he would say to quell her rage. “Eric what have I ever done to you to make you treat me this way? You keep leaving and not letting me know where you’re going. I was worried sick!”

  “Babe, I was just chilling, OK? You were asleep and I didn’t want to wake you, so I let you sleep, is that a crime?” “No, Eric, but if you let me know you were going out, I wouldn’t have minded. Baby, please don’t do this again. Wake me up and say something.” she pleaded. Eric engulfed Amanda in his arms, kissing her on the forehead and rubbing her back. “Babe, I love you OK, never forget that,” he whispered gently.

  The following day, Eric took Amanda on a short cruise to the other side of the island. To Eric’s surprise there was a second MAG’S establishment located on the far side. Amanda, also familiar with the club, had pointed it out to Eric. He glimpsed over his shoulder, and acted as though surprised even though he had already seen it. “I love, MAG’S,and by the way I was there last night, when you disappeared...” She felt tension arising again as she spoke about it. “... but let’s not talk about it again.” She reached over and took his hand and held it. Eric looked toward a boat passing by as he remembered what had taken place the night before. Then quietly he bent his head down and kissed his wife who was much shorter in stature.

  They spent the day at a wildlife park, toured a museum and then decided to go shopping. Both of them were always on top of the latest styles, so Rainbow was the store for them. They ran in to a lot of people, who had come from a variety of cultures, and spoke English with an array of accents, some of which they couldbarelyunderstand.

  Amanda was strikingly beautiful and dressed in a way that showed a lot of skin. Her looks and stimulating personality drew eyes her way. Eric, on the other hand was rough in appearance and over-protective toward Amanda. He looked at her admirers in a way that made them drop their eyes. Each time he succeeded in this, he thought of the way he’d deceived her, and it made him feel guilty.

  Later in the day they dropped all their belongings at Luggage Safety, changed their clothes and headed down to MAG’S to relax until the boat was due for departure. As they walked into the club, Eric was surprised to see his favorite band, The Rock and Rollers on stage. He was totally taken aback to see them live, and right in front of him. Amanda knew they were Eric’s favorite artists and she decided she was going to do whatever it took to get Eric an introduction to his rock idols.

  Amanda shoved her way through the crowd, holding Eric’s hand and dragging him along behind her. As they got closer to the stage they were stopped by a “VIP ONLY” sign. Amanda hesitated as she didn’t want to break any rules. Eric was so bemused by the bands unexpected appearance that their position in the audience was good enough for him, and he started dancing while pantomiming his hands as though holding a guitar. Amanda looked at her outrageously happy husband and smiled to herself. Silently she kept repeating, “Eric has just got to meet this band, he’s just got to.”

  After five consecutive songs, all of which Eric knew, the band finally took a break. Eric was still so amazed to see the Rock and Rollers at MAG’S that he was practically speechless. Amanda grabbed Eric’s hand again in an attempt to maneuver him backstage for an autograph or some piece of memorabilia that he could cherish. Consequently they were stalled by two big, muscular bodyguards stationed at the backstage entrance. Amanda went all out and offered the men a $600 US bribe to let them pass. Eric was sure this wouldn’t work, but it did. The guards let them in, but added sharply, “Don’t stay long and don’t cause any trouble, or you’re out of here!” Amanda looked at him confidently and pushed herself past them, with Eric right behind her.

  When they got backstage, the entire band stared at them vacantly. “Who are you?” queried Marquise, the lead singer. “Well, I’m Amanda and this is my husband, Eric, who is a huge fan of the band.” “So we guess you guys want an autograph?” questioned another band member. “Yeah...that would be great,” Eric stammered. As they went for a pen, Marquises’ phone rang and it was their manager. When he got off the phone, he ordered the entire band to pack up quickly as the tour bus was pulling up outside.

  Marquise apologized for not being able to produce the requested autograph, but told him they’d be hitting the road uptown to appear at MAG’S on the following night. Excitement grew on Eric’s face as he realized he’d be able to see them perform again. Marquise reached into his back pocket and took out a VIP ticket for each of them. Eric lit up with excitement and Amanda felt she’d accomplished her goal and then some.

  When they got back to their home away from home, they were still brimming with excitement. Eric called for room service and ordered the most expensive bottle of wine. He was truly appreciative of Amanda’s efforts and determination to connect him with the band. “Honey, I think our vacation may go over-budget.” “Hmm... remember that we have countless bills to pay back at home,” Amanda interjected. “Oh, come on baby, we don’t know when we’ll be on a trip like this again. Let’s not worry about anything. Besides, a big check is due from my work on the UK project---everything will be okay,” He kissed her on the neck. Amanda was pleased at his ability to go with the flow and forced herself to have faith in the process.

  That night was by far the best night that Eric and Amanda had had shared on their vaca
tion. They talked throughout the night and bragged about their adventures as teenagers. They even did some romantic, reminiscing about their first meeting. “It was magical, Amanda. Your eyes were so bright, and that short, blue dress you wore brought out their color.” Amanda’s eyes lit up and she felt like crying. Eric came close and cuddled her in his arms. She rested her head on his shoulder and replied, “When I first saw you, it was like something pierced my heart. That day was a chocolate paradise. Your skin was so smooth and your dark brown eyes complemented your skin color. When I saw you I instantly got a tingling feeling, it was love at first-sight.”

  Amanda looked up at Eric and saw him smiling endlessly, his cheeks glowing with happiness. She leaned forward, gave him a big kiss on the cheek and told him how much she loved him. Things were going well for them on that particular night, and Amanda wanted their bond to continue and strengthen. If only they could communicate on this level for the rest of their lives, their relationship would be five-star. “Babe, I guess you need to drink more often, you‘re more open when you do,” Amanda said smiling. Eric regarded her with a dim look, giving her the impression that she had irritated him and shut down a once exultant conversation. Amanda immediately came out of their half- embrace and gave him a sad look, hoping to show him that she was sorry for the remark. Eric might have been more open when he drank alcohol, but it could also make him moody and oblivious.

  The following day, as Amanda woke up, she realized that the other side of the bed was still made up as though it had never been touched. She had fallen asleep on the bed and it was obvious that Eric hadn’t slept with her. Amanda instantly grew troubled, and quickly slipped out of bed in search of Eric.

  He was lying on the floor, probably still wasted from the wine. As she stepped over him, she mistakenly tripped over his leg. He looked up at her, “Oh, my sweetness, you’re up.” Eric’s good mood came as a surprise. “Did you sleep here?” she questioned. “Yeah, honey, I remember putting you to bed, then stumbled out here looking for some water. I guess I never made it back.” Amanda looked at him with love-filled eyes; they sparkled like a Champaign glass. She knelt down on the floor and as her eyes held his, she slowly caressed his chest and repeated the words, “I love you.” The mood was sweet again.

  They spent most of the day trying on different outfits. They wanted to look sharp to match the VIP status bequeathed by the lead singer himself. This was a blast for Eric who always dressed like a millionaire, and this night would be no exception. As the hours went by, Amanda made her final selection, but Eric still had not made up his mind. Amanda considered it her duty to help her husband make the best choice suitable to the occasion. He was pleased when he beheld her suggestion. It was the outfit designated for their special night out on the island, but she was now suggesting that he wear it to MAG’S.

  Purple lights in the distance signaled they were approaching MAG’S. Eric pushed his head out window of the cab excitedly. “That train ride took forever; I can’t handle being in this car much longer. Amanda patted his shoulder and replied, “Babe, patience is the key,” Eric looked at her with a funny smirk on his face, and shook his head as if to dismiss the comment.

  “Finally,” Eric exclaimed as he exited the car. As they walked toward the door, they noticed the same bodyguards that were backstage the night before. One of them remarked, “You guys again? Anyhow, Marquise told us to let you in free of charge, so go on in, before I change my mind.” Amanda looked at him with disgust, as if she wanted to spit in his face. Eric saw the look in her eye, grabbed her and sped away, thanking the insolent guardian of the gate. Eric had come too far to let anything mess up this opportunity.

  Lights were flashing and the crowd was very large; the VIP section was packed. Luckily for the duo, Marquise saw them at a distance and waved his hand for them to come over. “You guys can go up into the balcony, Marquise directed, pointing up over his head. “The balcony is for the more exclusive VIP’S--- this is for you Eric, I hope you enjoy.” Eric’s smile grew wider than the ocean, his cheeks almost touching the rims of his eyes. He would have a seat with full, unobstructed view of the band. He could have wished for nothing more.

  During the performance, Marquise mentioned Eric’s name, dedicating a song to him. “Okay, they’re kind of going overboard,” remarked Eric. “No honey, they care about their fans, you’re just one of the lucky ones,” replied Amanda. Eric sang all the songs along with the band, since he knew every word. Occasionally he would imitate the guitarists making their moves and he was so accurate in his portrayal, the people in the crowd who noticed him could tell that he was a die hard fan.

  At the end of the show Eric went backstage to give the band his favorable review of their awesome performance. He even went so far as to tell them about little errors they made that no one noticed except for him. It was clear to the band members that this guy was the ultimate fan and one that they wouldn’t forget. They sat around with Eric for a couple hours and when Eric mentioned that he played a little guitar and would love to get in some instruction, they were intrigued, but their time was tight. MAG’S turned out to be their last stop in the area and they would soon be on the road. “Look, bro’ we understand you’re a big fan and stuff, but we don’t think we’ll be able to help out; we’re really booked up.” explained Marquise. “Oh, come on guys, I’ll do anything to get a couple of guitar practice sessions. It would mean more to me than anything.” begged Eric. Marquise noticed his desperation and decided to offer a radical and insane deal. He took Eric aside and asked him a question, “So that lady you came here with, she’s your wife right?” Eric stared at him awkwardly, “Yes she is, and she’s the love of my life.”Marquis continued, “Let’s lay down a little deal, I see that your wife as a very hot and sexy woman. I think I’d like to fuck her, and in return you’ll receive free guitar lessons while I’m here.”

  Eric stood and looked at Marquis for a moment, wondering why the hell he would want to fuck his wife, when a lot of groupies pounded on his door day and night for the privilege. Then he recalled his own heated encounter with Casey and suddenly decided that he could go along with Marquis’ proposal. As they were sealing up the deal, Amanda walked into the room in a state of fury. “You bitch,” she screamed, slapping Eric in the face. Eric bent his head in shame, and then grabbed her hand as she turned to walk away. “Look, I have something to tell you,”

  Eric wasn’t able to look Amanda in the eyes. “What the hell is it?” Amanda retorted abruptly. “Me and that Casey girl, we...we... um, kind of...” Amanda looked at him closely, hoping he wasn’t going to say what she thought he would. He was yelling, “We, had sex and that’s why I went along with Marquise---so we could be even!” blurted Eric. Amanda starred at him angrily, wondering who the hell she had married. Yet, in her anger and anguish, it occurred to her that fucking Marquis would be good revenge.

  She turned away from Eric. Slowly and seductively, walked over to Marquise and gave him a long French kiss while grabbing his dick. Marquise’s eyes opened wide with lust as he looked over at Eric and gave him a “thumbs up”. Amanda looked at Marquis suggestively, “There’s more where that came from,” and led Marquis out of the room throwing a seductive look back at Eric. “Bro, your gonna get some amazing guitar lessons if she keeps this up,” Marquis chuckled. Eric glanced at him a little and laughed as though he didn’t have a care in the world. “I’ll be available until Friday, right here at MAG’S, just make sure to bring this sexy wife of yours, and everything will go great.” Then Marquis offered his hand to seal the deal and it was only on their way out that Eric noticed the way Amanda was staring at Marquis, with an ultra-seductive expression on her face.

  When they returned home, Amanda didn’t speak to Eric for the entire night, until she noticed him come out of the shower. Amanda felt sexed up and she always had a weakness for her husband’s birthday suit, and he knew it. He always understood just what to do to get her to come around. Amanda reached over to his side of the bed in an e
ffort to grab Eric’s large swinging cock. He stood there and let her play with it, even pushing the tip in the corner of her mouth. She didn’t say a word, but was hypnotized by his body and his huge, black cock. Eric, irritated with his wife’s continuing silence, stuffed his cock deep into her mouth until she made a chocking sound. She pushed him out of her mouth and hissed, “You bitch, what was that for?” “I knew it would get you to talk to me,” replied Eric. Amanda looked at him as though she wanted to slap him, but refrained. His dick tasted good to her and she wanted more, but knew she would have to speak to him before she could put it in her mouth again.

  They conversed until Amanda had completely agreed to Eric’s deal with Marquise.Ericrewarded her by immediately stuffing his dick back into her mouth. She sucked his cock until it was looking a little pale and by that time Eric was falling asleep. She pulled his dick out her mouth, stuffed it back into his boxer shorts and kissed his sleeping eyes. Amanda wasn’t too thrilled about fucking a man she barely knew, but her husband wanted it, and in her mind this was a good reason for her to do it, besides Marquis was a stud---so why not use it as an opportunity?

  The following day, Amanda and Eric had a bit of time to kill before his guitar lesson so they went out. Eric was surprised to see Casey behind the counter in one of the shops they visited. With his wife busy looking at crafts and objetd’artat the back of the store, Eric rushed to the counter and spoke quietly, “Do you work here now?” She looked at Eric as though she could fuck him right then and there, but changed her tune when she saw Amanda walking towards them. She replied quickly, “Yeah, I work here when I’m off from dancing.” Eric nonchalantly stepped away from the counter as his wife approached.