List of Sins: A Steamy Romance: Seduced by Lust

by Holt, S. w.

  I grew up in a small town outside of San Diego in a middle-class family. My parents were both professors at University and though they are retired, both of them still lecture and my mom is a published author. Being from a family of psychiatrists, it’s hard not analyzing everything to death. I do it to excess to where sometimes I drive myself crazy. We are still a close-knit family and spend as much time together as possible. As soon as we had Charlie, my parents decided to move closer to us so they can be a part of their one and only grandchild's life. I'm an only child though my parents would have liked to have had more kids, as it turned out, it was probably best they didn’t. With my having been sick as a kid, they wouldn’t have had the time for another child. We are still unsure if we want to give Charlie a sibling or if we want to focus all our attention on him and each other. It worked for my family. When I pressure Marcus about the idea, he tends to shy away from adding to our family anyway.

  “Hey there! What has you so serious? Don’t tell me you lost your party spirit already, we haven’t even had dessert yet!” Marcus's voice rumbles.

  “Don't worry, I'm still up for the rest of the evening. I was just thinking about Charlie and whether or not we should give him a little brother or sister...or if we should keep things as they are.”

  His hand tickles at my thigh, “Now is not the time to have a serious discussion about the future of our family, but I want to leave things the way they now. However, we can certainly practice...a lot!”

  “Somehow I absolutely knew you were going to say that.”

  “That predictable huh?”

  “Yes, I think most men have that same sentiment.”

  After a few more minutes, we are pulling into the circular drive of our Mediterranean style home. It's complete with white stucco, clay roof tiles, a large fountain in the middle of the driveway and well-placed palm trees. This home is literally my oasis, my haven. I love living here. When I was a girl, I would admire houses of this style but I never dared dream of owning one myself. But when Marcus and I were climbing up the property ladder, I vowed I would one day get a house like this one. So, when we decided to sell our last house and move closer to the beach, I insisted we look for something that would transport me to one of my favorite coastlines in the world. When this home came up on our radar, I knew it was going to be mine without ever having stepped foot inside.

  Now over a year and a half later, we are settled in and with it finally fully furnished and decorated, Amelia and Ryan are our first official guests with the home complete. Previous gatherings we practically had to pull up cardboard boxes for our guests. We have certainly come a long way.

  Once inside, I know I only have but a few moments before they will arrive. I set about putting the finishing touches on the desert of cake and handmade ice cream along with champagne, strawberries, and whipped cream. I know that Amelia won't touch the cake so the latter is more for her than anyone else.

  As I suspected, the bells chime and phase two of operation thirty-fifth birthday is about to commence.

  My nerves are now kicking in again. I wonder how many glasses of champagne I will need to calm these roaring jitters!

  Chapter Three

  With the birthday candles extinguished and Ryan fanning the smoke making snide comments about calling the fire department, I pop the cork of another bottle of bubbly and refill everyone's glasses. Filling mine to the rim, then taking another sip, I opt to forgo the cake too as I'm enjoying the buzz too much to eat.

  Marcus opens his cards from Ryan and Amelia, then I guide him to his home office for my official and more tangible gift to him.

  With our guests following, I flip on the light and sitting in the middle of the room is a new set of golf clubs in a brand new white leather bag with dark blue piping.

  His face lights up like a kid at Christmas, looking from me to the clubs, he quickly kisses me on the cheek then heads over to his new toys. “How did you know what to get me? These are very personal you know and so many to choose from.”

  I can feel my face beaming, “Yes, I know there are too many to choose from, but I did manage to get a ton of help from your dad.”

  He looks confused, “How is that possible? We haven’t seen them in months!”

  “Right and the last time they were in town while you were at work, we went shopping. I've had these for nearly three months now. I've been dying to give them to you and almost slipped several times especially last week when you were talking about going to the pro shop at the club to pick up a new set. I was about to come unglued.”

  Everyone laughs, but Ryan pipes up, “It looks like we will need to take these for a spin this weekend, you open Sunday?”

  Marcus looks at me, “Why don’t we all have brunch Sunday morning after Ryan and I break these in?”

  “I think we can manage that, Amelia what about you?”

  “Fine with me.” She looks at her glass, “I'm on empty, I'm going to refill.”

  “I'll come with you.” I respond quickly.

  “We'll all come with you,” Marcus interjects.

  After our glasses are refilled, Marcus comes over to me and says quietly in my ear, “You have really gone out of your way for an excellent birthday, when do I get to reward you? I don't think I can take lusting after you in this dress much longer!”

  I blush then turn to brush my lips against his. Instead, he grabs me by the face and plants a sensuous and intense kiss on me. At first I'm self-conscious but then I figure I had better get over my shyness and I give in. With his hands rubbing up and down my backside, we are putting on quite the display which does not go unnoticed.

  “Hey! I'd say get a room again, but we are in your home, maybe you should take this to your bedroom and we'll come watch.”

  I stiffen and Marcus lets out a deep chuckle. “Sounds like fun, but I'm afraid my modest bride wouldn’t be up for that.”

  “Well don’t be so sure of that, I think you might underestimate your bride my friend.”

  Marcus whips his head toward Ryan and now has a scowl on his face, “Now why would you say something like that? Do you know something I don’t know?” He looks back at me.

  I'm now chewing my lip which I know he noticed, “Why do I get the feeling you aren’t telling me something?”

  “Marcus cool it. There's nothing to say, especially if you try to ruin her surprise.” Amelia says in a low voice.

  “Okay, now I get the feeling you all are up to something.”

  I finally get the nerve to make my move, I take Marcus by the hand, “Follow me, I do have another surprise for you.” I look at my guests, “Is everyone set for drinks? If so, please join us.”

  As I lead everyone through the foyer to the stairs on up to the guest wing, I can feel Marcus's energy and it's telling me that he is apprehensive. I'm sure he'll change his tune soon.

  Upon arriving at the guest suites, I open the double doors to the larger of the two rooms. Inside, I already have more refreshments and music ready to play. Picking up the remote, I start the music and dim the overhead lighting. Flipping on the gas fireplace, I motion for everyone to take a seat.

  “I think we have you at a disadvantage. There is something that we have been keeping from you. This is the final of your birthday presents.”

  Marcus looks at me then to our guests then back to me then replies slowly, “And what would that be exactly?”

  With my stomach churning, I respond with more confidence than I actually possess, “Were going to have a foursome.” The words tumble out of my mouth like dice rolling in a game of Craps.

  I don’t think I have ever seen my husband's eyes bulge out of his head like that. Ever.

  “Is that okay?” I ask nervously.

  He takes a swig of his whiskey on the rocks, draining it down to the ice, “Well you'll have to give me a moment to process this.” Once again, he looks at Ryan and Amelia. “You guys are on board with this?”

  Amelia nodding, “Sure, we have a healthy sex life and hav
e had an occasional threesome, plus you are both attractive, so why not?”

  “I see. And you are okay with me banging your woman?” he says addressing Ryan.

  He shrugs nonchalantly, “Sure, I’m good. Besides, she's going home with me afterward and don’t forget how a foursome works, we all get something out of the deal.” He says smiling then looks straight at me. I feel a lump forming in my throat as I fight the urge to run from the room.

  Marcus nods, “Right, I get it.” Then he looks at me motioning me to come over to him.

  He pulls me down onto his lap then whispers, “Are you really okay with this?” Then he kisses me on the cheek making his way down my neck.

  With tingles traveling down my spine from his lips traveling around one of my trigger points. With my confidence quickly restored, I decide not to whisper my response, instead I speak so all can hear. “Yes, if there's one thing I know is that life is too short not to try something at least once as long as there's little chance of getting hurt...oh and if it's not illegal.” I giggle, “I think it will be fun and I feel safe because these are our dear friends. What could go wrong?”

  I feel his arousal poking me in my backside which causes my body to respond with a warming sensation in my core radiating down to my sex. I'm not entirely certain that I honestly want to do this, but I know it's on my husband's bucket list. In the end, we might as well get it crossed off before we are too old and wrinkly to enjoy it.

  The next few minutes become a blur, but next thing I know, we are all four dancing in the middle of the room to the thrusting house music. As I allow myself to loosen up, I notice that everyone else is doing the same. I look over and Marcus is now dancing and grinding on Amelia while she leans over and kisses Ryan. It's sweltering hot but a bit disturbing to me at the same time. I continue to dance by myself while watching my man with his hands all over another woman. It's sadistic really but I find that I can’t help feeling so turned on.

  Time feels like it standing still while the dancing and grinding becoming more intense. Amelia raises her arms, and the guys pull her dress up over her body discarding it somewhere on the floor. She runs her hands down her now almost naked body, but for her thong panties, she has nothing else on. Marcus doesn’t waste any time and is sucking at her breasts while Ryan has his hand shoved down her panties. She throws her head back moaning loudly, clawing at Marcus's face; she is not shy about showing all of us her pleasure.

  Feeling left out, I decide to jump into the action. I remove my dress and lay it carefully on the settee. I turn around just in time to see my husband have the rest of his clothing removed by Amelia. She immediately drops to her knees and begins sucking on his stiffness. It causes me to take pause for a moment while I take in the visual of Amelia on her knees with my husband's shaft in her mouth.

  With the two of them occupied, I take this as my cue to get involved instead of watching from the sidelines. Ryan just finished undressing himself, so I join him over by the bed. He pushes me up against it then takes his hand around the back of my head and starts kissing me with full tongue. My heart about leaps out of my body as his other hand reaches down between my legs, massaging my sex. Tentatively, I reach down to find that his erection is still contained by his boxers. He stops what he's doing to me to help me rid him of the last of his barrier. He helps me out of my lacy bra and panties which Marcus hasn’t seen yet since his attention is solely on pleasuring Amelia with his tongue. When I glance over and see him going to town on her, I wonder just how it is that he's so comfortable with all of this. Well, he is a guy after all, and his primal instincts have kicked in, which is abundantly evident by the fact that he has all but forgotten about me.

  Now that I am totally naked, I feel a little self-conscious. I have not been with another man since I met Marcus. I know this is what I signed up for by arranging this foursome, but it's going to feel strange for another guy to use my body for his pleasure.

  Ryan lifts me up onto the massive bed and pushes me up toward the pillows. I just get situated and with Ryan hovering over me about to insert the tip, I watch Marcus grab Amelia's hand leading her through the door to the adjoining room. I'm disappointed because I thought this was supposed to be a group effort, not separated by walls and doors.

  As I watch the door shut, I tell myself to not give it another thought. As I feel Ryan plunging himself into me with a hard, sharp thrust, I refocus all my attention on this aggressive man....for the time being.

  He leans down and with his mouth he envelops almost my entire breast. As he sucks and nibbles at the tip with a bit more force than I prefer, he slams himself in and out of me. I find my head buried further back into the downy pillows, and he continues to plow through my sex with a ferocity I've not experienced in a seriously long time. Marcus and I tend to make love. Where Ryan is forceful and determined to take what he wants. With his hands and mouth exploring me as he continues to pump, I find that despite the pleasure, my mind keeps thinking of my husband and Amelia in the other room. The only thing that brings me back is that my body has its own separate response. Due to Ryan’s manipulations, my core is already heading into my release. As the pressure builds, I sense Ryan is reaching his climax too. With one last plunge, he lets out a primal howl and then pumps himself in me in a rapid succession followed by his completely collapsing on top of me, which cuts short my orgasm.

  Lying underneath Ryan being unable to move, all I can think about is what's going on through that door. With his breathing finally quieted, I hear it...a shrill almost blood-curdling scream followed by loud heaves and then one more shriek. Pushing Ryan the rest of the way off me, I bolt straight up in bed. His hand snatches me firmly by my arm.

  “Relax. Everything's okay. That's just Meli, she lets it rip when she's being pummeled. I guess Marcus is seriously giving it to her.” He says crassly then chuckles.

  I whip my head around and see that his face is not that of a jealous man, but I detect complete approval.

  “So Amelia didn’t share with me how often you guys participate in this uh...kind of activity.”

  His eyebrows shoot up just as he starts stroking my arm with his fingertips. A gesture that is far too familiar. Given the situation, I choose to pretend that I'm ignoring his touches and wiggle out of arms reach.

  He laughs, “Does it matter?”

  “No, you just seem awfully comfortable that's all.”

  “At first it took some getting used to but after the first few times, I realized how much I benefit from the arrangement. We usually have an incredible time then we go home and enjoy each other again after we tell about our experience with the other couple.”

  “Well, if it works for you more power to you. Do you do this often?”

  He smiles, then licking his full and sensual lips he moves toward me, “Not often enough. You know you are a gorgeous woman. Sometimes you remind a little of a Hollywood siren from the days when women had curves that were dangerous to ride. I hope Marcus really appreciates just how sexy you are.”

  I giggle inwardly, “I think he does. Anyhow he's always telling me how much he enjoys my body.”

  Taking my hand, he pulls me back toward him while saying, “Let's go another round but this time, I want you to ride me.”

  After his compliments and hearing that the activities in the other room have picked up again, I decide to let myself go. I allow myself to enjoy the rest of the night without worrying about how I'll feel in the morning. That will come soon enough.

  Once mounted on Ryan, we proceed to explore each other, me with wild abandon and Ryan without shame. Though I seriously doubt that he ever feels any form of shame.

  When we finally collapse into the bed from sheer exhaustion, I strain to hear what's going on in the next room...all is silent. I prop myself up on one arm and strain to look at the clock on the mantle of the fireplace.

  “What's wrong?” Ryan asks sleepily.

  “I'm just trying to see what time it is,” I reply while leaning over him to
get a better view of the mantle.

  “Does it matter? I'd guess it to be at least two or three. Just relax.” He insists while pulling the covers up to his waist.

  Suddenly feeling nauseated, I reluctantly lie back down next to Ryan and as the room spins, I drift into a light, troubled sleep. I have no idea how long I slept because I never did find out what time it was before I zonked out. With the room illuminated by the sun, I would guess it is well into the morning by now.

  I slide out from under Ryan's arm and quietly slip out of the monster four post bed. As I quietly put on my underwear and bra, I look at the clock to see that it's earlier than I thought it being only just after seven. I don’t have to get Charlie until this afternoon so I hope after our guests leave that I can get a little nap.

  With my head pounding, each step I take feels like it's tightening the vice on my head. It occurs to me that I should have stopped drinking the champagne probably three glasses prior. Although I seriously doubt I would have gone through with things had I not used the libations as liquid confidence.