by Tina Pollick
“I know. Jackse sent me.” He cupped her chin. “I would not be here without his blessing. Though I will confess to wanting you since I saw you at the Ambassador’s Gala last month.”
Last month. The last time she and her husband had sex. “I didn’t see you there.” Pulling her mind back to mundane topics kept her from swaying towards him, from putting one hand on his chest to see if it were as hard as it looked, and his skin as soft.
“I stopped in for a moment to chat with the Bardori Ambassador. You were wearing a yellow gown, almost the color of your top. Your back and shoulders were bared. A yellow topaz necklace hung above the tops of your beautiful breasts, and the full skirt made me wonder about your legs.” Raul glanced down. “They’re as long and toned as I thought they might be.” He smiled, almost wolfishly. “Your husband and I had a chat. He recognized me and said that you watched my show every afternoon. Once you called out my name in bed.”
Her cheeks burned. She had, early on in their relationship, when Jackse was still learning her body, and she had been silly enough to think it could be just like it was on screen. “Years ago,” she muttered.
“Then maybe we can make it happen again. Call your husband if you need to, but he approves.” Raul caressed her lip with his thumb, then let his hand fall to his side.
Her lips tingled. “Oh,” she said, not quite sure she could form any other words. Her fantasy had just walked in the door, announced he was here to see her needs, or at least that was the way he acted, and she…stood there like a dumbstruck teenager. Anya took a deep breath. “I will, thank you.”
“Do me a favor first?” Raul asked.
Anything. She paused.
“Take your hair down. I want to see it spilling over your bare shoulders.”
Anya reached up, thankful her hand didn’t shake and undid the clasp that held her hair in a twist. The reddish brown waves fell, a few slid over her shoulders, the ends circling over her breasts.
“Beautiful,” Raul said. “Go call your husband. I will wait.”
She crossed the living room to their communications center. She didn’t call her husband at work and wondered what she’d tell his secretary. She quickly tapped in the commands, and a moment later Jackse’s handsome face shown on the screen. He grinned, the faint lines at the corners of his grey eyes making him look even more handsome. “Anya, how lovely. I thought you might be calling.”
She glanced over her shoulder, but there was no way he could see Raul lounging against their counter. “We have a visitor,” she said, not quite sure how to phrase her request.
“Of course we do. I’d hoped our friend would arrive today. Whatever it is that you’d like to do, you know it’s okay with me. I wish I could talk longer, my dear, but I have a meeting to go to. I love you. I hope this surprise visit makes you very happy.” Jackse glanced at the door. “See you when I get home.” He ended the communication.
Anya took a moment to absorb her husband’s words. He’d known Raul would be there today and hoped that she would be very happy. Even his permission, “whatever she would like to do” had indicated that he’d known and was happy. “Why me?” she asked as she turned back to Raul. “You could have anyone in several galaxies.”
He straightened and shrugged those magnificent shoulders. “It might surprise you to know that I’ve known your husband for a very long time. We had some adventures together, you might say. My future on the show is uncertain, though no one can know that. My co-star is difficult, and she tires of my refusals. In truth, I’d like to retire, use my stardom for good, but live a quiet life with maybe a beautiful woman.” He crossed the room to her again. “The gala was not the first time I’ve seen you, or your picture, Anya. And I’ve wanted you from the first moment I saw you.” He cupped her chin and leaned forward, brushing his lips across hers. “Will you make my fantasies come true?” he asked, then cupped the back of her head and kissed her.
Anya swayed against him. Her hands went to his chest, and to her delight, his skin was as soft, and his muscles as hard as she’d imagined. His lips moved across hers, tasting and claiming. When he slid his tongue along her lower lip, she opened to him. The first touch of his tongue against hers sent electricity through her veins, and when he shifted his weight so his erection pressed against her stomach, her pussy grew wet with need.
Raul masterfully conquered her mouth. His tongue teased, never quite giving her exactly what she wanted. He fisted his hand in her hair, his other skimming along her side. He stroked the hem of her halter, finally slipping a finger beneath to stroke the side of her breast. She whimpered into his mouth. She slid her hands to his shoulders, holding onto his solidness and strength.
He ended the kiss and walked them across the room to the counter. Pressing her back against it, he slid both his hands beneath her halter. It slid over her breasts, releasing them. He tugged the garment upward, and she lifted her arms so he could remove it completely. “Perfect,” he whispered and palmed each breast in turn.
Her puckered nipples pointed at him, demanding his touch. Behind him, the communications screen flickered, and she saw her husband’s face. He smiled and winked at her. Seeing him there, knowing he approved of her actions aroused her even more. She arched her back, offering her breasts to Raul, as much as she was showing them to the man she loved. Raul bent and nuzzled her soft skin.
Anya moaned.
Raul teased her nipple with his lips. The bud drew even tighter and when he sucked it into his mouth, she cried out with pleasure. His hand went to her other breast, caressing and playing with the nipple, while he used his tongue to play with the other. Her sex ached and she smelled her own arousal. She curled her hands into fists, lest she slid one beneath the waistband of her shorts and rub her clit until she came.
Her breaths turned to pants.
Raul’s free hand went to the waist of her shorts, almost as if he’d read her mind. A flick of his wrist and the button opened. He lowered the zipper, then shoved her shorts down. She wore no underwear.
He released her nipple. “Had I known you were naked beneath these…” he drew a long breath. “I must taste you.” He grabbed her waist and lifted her onto the counter. She had a good view of the screen; Jackse had an even better view of her. Raul placed his hands on the insides of her thighs and spread them wide. “Does it turn you on to know that your husband is watching?” Raul asked.
“Yes,” she answered with a breathy voice. She cupped her breasts and stroked her fingers across the nipples.
“Yes, play with your pretty tits,” he said. He slid his hands from the inside of her knees to the edges of her labia, the caress deliberate. “You’re so wet.” He stroked her. His finger slid easily inside to touch her engorged clit. “Nice,” he said, his voice a mere rumble against her skin. He lowered his head to kiss her inner thigh. “Keep playing with your breasts. I’m sure your husband is enjoying the sight.”
So was she. Looking down at his head between her legs, his hair shiny and touchable, and knowing that he was inches from her pussy had her so aroused she could hardly think straight. With her right hand, she reached down and stroked Raul’s hair just as his lips brushed against her labia. She gasped, closing her eyes to better savor the pleasure he stoked inside of her.
Raul murmured against her skin, then kissed her intimately. Her left hand fell to the counter. She gripped the edge to hold herself upright. Raul reached behind her to cup her ass as he slid his tongue between her labia to swirl it around her clit. She opened her eyes, caught a flash of her husband’s approving grin, then closed them again with a moan.
She was so close to coming. She teetered on the edge, her entire body balanced on the precipice.
Raul sucked on her clit.
A single bolt of pleasure shot through her, sending her over the edge. She cried out and shuddered as her orgasm roared through her. Struggling to catch her breath, she tried to come back down gracefully, tried to make some sort of attempt at not completely shattering at t
he touch of Raul’s lips on her pussy. His fingers tightened on her ass.
At last he showed some mercy, for he lifted his head to grin. “Beautiful. You’re beautiful.”
His words pulled her back to reality and awareness of her own body. A breeze from the air circulation system cooled her heated skin. She drew a deep breath, her chest rising and falling as she fought to regain her equilibrium. When she glanced at the screen to see her husband, it was dark.
“Oh my,” she said, knowing the words were wholly inadequate.
“Indeed.” Raul rose to his feet and his hands slid to her waist. He helped her off the counter, then swept her into his arms. “Where is your bedroom?”
She pointed to the one door. With long strides, Raul carried her across her living room, and she glanced again at the blank screen. A tendril of worry settled in her gut. Opening her mouth, she wanted to say something. In her mind, she knew she should tell him not to do this, but her sex wanted his cock, and she wanted this virile man to make love to her. A flush crept over her cheeks.
The motion-activated door slid open and Raul carried her inside. Her bed—her wedding bed—looked far different from his arms. The automatic lights turned on low and the soundtrack of a waterfall with ambient music began to play. She relaxed as she always did, and when Raul laid her naked body down on the bed, she didn’t move a muscle.
She did, however, enjoy the view. His broad, hairless chest presented a tanned picture of masculinity. A slight trail of hair led beneath the waistband of his pants, and with a flick of his wrist, he opened them. They fell to the ground. Moments later, he toed off his shoes, then stepped out of his pants. He didn’t wear any underwear, and his thick, long erection pointed up towards his navel.
Her pussy contracted at his length and girth. She’d been deposited on the bed on her back, and she sat up, bracing her body on her elbows. Words, talk about protection and such, hovered on the back of her tongue, unsaid. She had her nanobot injection and had nothing to fear from any diseases. No doubt Raul had the same. From the living room, she thought she heard the hum of the door, except it only answered to hers and her husband’s codes. She licked her lips, feeling deliciously naughty and anticipating what was to happen next.
Raul drank in the sight of her. He moved closer to the bed until he rested a knee on the edge. It dipped beneath his weight, and she held her breath.
“On your hands and knees,” Raul said. “Make sure you’re facing the door.” Pausing, he waited for her to move.
It took a moment for her to register the strange request, then she took the position. Looking at the door, she had a moment of hope that maybe it would open and her husband would come in. Fucking doggy-style was one of the positions she loved. From the heavy sway of her breasts to way she felt dominated, it was a secret fantasy of hers. Maybe her husband had told Raul? Jackse liked watching her breasts and playing with them when he made love to her. He thought taking her from behind wasn’t fitting.
She spread her legs, making sure Raul had a good view of her sex. Looking over her shoulder, she grinned at the sight of him on his knees, stroking his cock. “Like this?”
“Oh yeah,” he said. Reaching for her ass, he grinned. “Keep looking at the door.”
She stared at the silver expanse of metal, finding it hard not to glance behind her. The bed dipped again, and she felt Raul move behind her. His hand on her ass moved to her waist, and he used both hands to keep her still. The head of his cock brushed against her labia. Shifting her legs wider, she invited him to penetrate her.
“Just a moment longer.” He must have cupped the base of his cock with one hand, because he released her with his right hand, and then his head was sliding along her labia.
Anya moaned.
The door slid open.
Her husband stood there, belt unfastened and dangling open, the top button on his trousers undone. He smiled at her. “Beautiful. You’re so beautiful, honey.”
Raul filled her, centimeter by oh-so-good centimeter. As he moved, so did her husband, until he stood right next to her. His trousers were undone, and he’d slipped his cock free from his underwear. His erection hovered right in front of her face.
Breathing in the musky, aroused scent of him, Anya was overcome with a new wave of lust for her husband.
Raul fully penetrated her. He didn’t move. Didn’t speak either, and Anya had a surreal moment of having her pussy filled by a virtual stranger while she stretched to take her husband’s cock into her mouth. Some unspoken signal must have passed between the two men, or maybe her mouth on Jackse’s erection was all it took, because Raul began to move.
Her senses centered in on her pussy and her mouth. She tongued her husband’s shaft, playing with the tip, then stroking along the length. She’d given head before, had thought it was okay. This time, in this way, she used her mouth to make love to him, to fuck him as they hadn’t in a really long time. The low rumbles of appreciation Jackse was making told her just how good she was doing.
Raul filled her again, his hands once more firmly around her waist. He held her still from behind while Jackse tangled his fingers in her long hair, holding her head still. He moved his hips, gently sliding his cock in and out of her mouth as she licked and sucked him. Hollowing her cheeks, she relaxed her throat to take him deeper.
Jackse made an inarticulate noise.
Raul increased his speed.
Anya curled her fingers into the luxurious comforter, seeking anything to ground herself against the dual onslaught of pleasure. Her own arousal increased. Her nipples beaded so tightly they hurt and her clit throbbed. If only Raul would move one of his hands to stroke her. Instead, he kept her immobile.
She couldn’t growl her frustration around the cock in her mouth. Her fantasy was being controlled by these two men, and on one hand she didn’t mind. Giving her body into their care and keeping, knowing Jackse had orchestrated this, had done this to care for her and her fantasies aroused her beyond belief. Not being able to find release, frustrated her.
“Do you think we could make her come now?” Raul asked, his voice husky.
“Oh yeah. Touch her clit and she’ll go off like a rocket.” Jackse said, triumph in his voice. “Then I want my turn.” He released her hair and gently slipped his cock free from her lips. “Would you like to come, honey?”
“Yes,” she begged.
Raul moved his hand. Too slow for her, but he was moving it, and his fingers grazed her hip, then moved to more intimate territory.
She held her breath, hoping that he wouldn’t pause and tease her for some reason. Softly, he caressed her curls, then lower until he stroked her. There, his finger slid through her creamy wetness to find her clit, and he circled it with tantalizing slowness. She moved her hips against his finger, aware that she was also working his cock.
“Come for me,” Raul said, his voice soft and distant above her.
She couldn’t hold back any longer. The pleasure built, the way he shifted his hips, just so, moving his cock inside her and the swirl of his finger driving her over the edge. He tapped her clit once, just once, and she came with a primal scream. Distantly, she heard Raul shout as he came; she was so lost in her own pleasure that it barely registered that he’d found his. Closing her eyes, she saw flashes of white light as ectasy filled her. Her knees wobbled, and gently, she felt herself being lowered to the bed.
She lay cradled between two male bodies. Opening her eyes, she saw Raul on her left, a place usually taken by Jackse. He lay on her right, and it was he who held her close to his chest. She snuggled against him, noting his erection nudging her hip.
“I love you,” Jackse whispered. “It was beautiful to see you with Raul.” He kissed the top of her head.
“She’s a treasure,” he said. “When she’s recovered we’ll have to discuss my offer.”
“Offer?” She blinked and stifled a yawn. Lethargy held her to the mattress, her body relaxed and boneless. She wanted to have a conversation, figure
out what he meant by offer. But not now. Not after some of the best sex she’d had in a while.
“We’ll talk later,” Jackse said. “Rest.”
*****
She awakened to the sound of male voices and the smell of a scrumptious dinner. Sometime while she’d slept someone had covered her with a light sheet. She tossed it aside and sat up, taking a moment to draw a deep breath and process what had just happened. Her husband had sent a soap star to her house to make love to her, and had watched. She slid out of bed and went to the bathroom. A quick shower, and wrapping herself in her favorite plush robe, and she felt ready to face the men.
Men.
Two of them.
She struggled to wrap her mind around it, especially since one of them was a man that she’d enjoyed watching on television. Some of her fantasies had revolved around them, and frankly, he’d fulfilled a couple of them earlier in the day. The door slid open and she moved into her living room. The din of conversation quieted.
“Anya,” Jackse said. “Come, sit. I’m just finishing dinner.”
The urge to ask her husband who he was and what he’d done with her husband nearly overwhelmed her. Instead she grinned like an idiot when she saw Raul sitting at the counter, the stem of a wine glass held loosely in his fingers. “It smells good,” she said, then took the chair at the counter next to Raul. A third stool sat on the end, to her right, so she’d be between the men. Words spoken just as she was drifting off, came back to mind. “You said something about an offer?”
Raul turned and smiled at her. He must have had a shower because his hair was damp and he smelled like Jackse’s soap. “When I met your husband at the gala, I knew the time was right. We’d spoken about this for a while, about my goals once I retired from the show. I have my own apartments on this floor—”
She gasped, never realizing he’d lived so close.
“Yes, I was able to secure an apartment on this floor about a year ago. I stay here in frequently. I will be making this station my home base very soon. I mentioned that Jackse and I had shared adventures in our younger years. That included women, and we’ve always found that we enjoy sharing our treasures. You, dear Anya, are our treasure. I would like to be a part of yours and Jackse’s lives, if you’d let me.”