by Anthology
As soon as we make our way up to the suite, I go check on her. Her chest is rising and falling evenly and she looks calm. I know she hears me enter the room and I can practically see her eyes darting from side to side under that blindfold. No sense in trying baby. I whisper in her ear how much I love her and I want her to truly enjoy tonight as my gift to her. Her third wish is about to come true. With my face still lowered, I can hear a faint gasp escape her when she hears the men’s voices coming from the living area. “That’s right. You hear three men. They are going to take good care of you tonight, and I’m going to love watching every moment of you coming undone my little slut.” I untie her wrists and take the spreader bar off. I want her to be able to touch and feel them since I have no plans on taking that blindfold off. She takes a deep breath and without a word nods that she is ready.
I motion for them to enter the room. I’d already told them I didn’t want a lot of talking just a lot of doing. All three men take her in from head to toe and I know they like what they see. They move to the sides of the bed and caress her beautiful form all over. Her back arches and they sate her need by caressing her breasts and roaming to her pussy. She’s got six hands all over her exploring every inch. Welcome to sensory overload baby. One of them bends down and takes a nipple in his mouth. If I remember correctly that dudes name is Jared. As if on cue the guy on the other side of the bed, Matt, takes the other nipple in his mouth using his hand to squeeze it to a nice hard peak. He must have bitten a bit because she fucking squirms and moans. I know she loves that. Before long they are all stripped naked and stroking their dicks eager to move things along. I just sit back in my chair, sipping my cocktail and take it all in. Fuck! Who knew watching live like this could be so hot! My eyes are on her. Scanning her body, watching for any signs of distress. The only thing I want to see is pure unadulterated pleasure.
The third dude, Craig, has been exploring her pussy with his fingers for a while now. I understand the draw. His fingers are soaking wet as he pumps them in and out of her. He doesn’t know her body as well as I fucking do, but with those other two licking and biting her nipples, it shouldn’t take much longer. I take a moment to watch her face as she comes closer and closer to the edge. Craig moves in and blows cool air on her clit while spreading those beautiful lips apart. Her gasp reverberates in my fucking dick and I hold onto every ounce of control I possibly can. Craig moves in for the kill licking her from ass to clit stopping to roll his tongue around that little nub. I see him move down and he’s tongue fucking her greedy hole while pinching her clit while the other two are feasting on her breasts and neck. Oh yeah. Here we go.
“Oooooohhhhhh FUUUCK!” she cries. Her whole body is shaking as she fists the sheets and bends her knees squirming with overwhelming pleasure. Ride that wave, baby. Then come back so you can do it again and again. Before she gets a chance to recover Jared has the tip of his dick touching her lips. She opens up like a good girl and moves her tongue to explore every inch. For the first time her hands move from her sides and she grabs hold of it, stroking and pumping while sucking and bobbing her mouth over it. I must admit my wife gives great head. I fucking taught her everything she knows. I wish that was my dick right now. I see Craig’s had enough of licking her pussy and is slipping a condom on. He hovers over her and strokes his length across her slick pussy then pushes in. I think she just about bit Jared which makes me chuckle. That’s right, soon you will have all your holes full. Matt is feeling a bit left out and I hear him quietly encourage her to suck his dick too as he stands on the other side of the bed leaning in placing the tip close to her mouth. Each of her hands is now wrapped around a dick as she takes turns sucking both of them while getting fucked by Craig. She’s close again, I can feel it in my balls.
“Aaaaaaghhhhh!!! FUCK!” she screams a little louder than I would like for a hotel room. But this is Vegas and I’m sure they’ve heard a lot worse through these thin walls. Craig is thrusting balls deep and is right behind her with his own orgasm. By the look on his face she had his cock in a vice grip and he stood no chance. Jared follows suit and is blowing his load down her throat. While Craig finds the trash can in the bathroom the other two maneuver Amelia on top of Matt. He’s busy placing the condom on his rock hard shaft while my wife takes the time to finally explore his body. Her mouth drops as she glides her hands up and down his arms and chest. “Holy Shit,” she exclaims. Her hands take in every muscular plane of the bodybuilder below her and I’m pretty sure she wishes she could see it. She will have to settle for touching this time. Matt lubricates his cock with her soaking wet pussy as she hovers over it. He utters his first words encouraging her to sink down on it slowly. She sinks onto him and shudders as he engages her g-spot. She doesn’t stay still long and starts bobbing up and down riding him like she does so well.
Both Craig and Jared are standing next to the bed taking it all in, stroking their dicks back to full hardness. It doesn’t take long. Amelia is close again. She bobs up and down and throws her head back arching her beautiful tits out lost in the moment. Jared wraps it up, applies some lube and climbs on the bed behind her. With his hands on her shoulders he guides her down to lay on top of Matt. He picks up where she left off pumping into her from below. Jared guides one and then two fingers in her tight little rosebud opening her up for him. That’s about all she needs as she hurtles off the cliff once again. Using that as his opportunity he gently places his cock in her forbidden entrance and slowly pushes forward. She’s beside herself. I’m watching her breathing closely. I can tell she works hard to relax and take him all in. You can do it baby. I silently encourage her. She’s never had two men at the same time.
I lean forward with my elbows on my knees and take it all in. It’s taking them a few minutes to coordinate a rhythm. Matt pushing in from below while Jared is pulling out from above. She doesn’t know whether she’s coming or going. Craig climbs up to the front of the bed and smacks the tip of his cock to her mouth. She takes the hint and opens wide. He slides all the way in and she bobs up and down on every thrust from the men below and behind her. Fuck me. That is a sight to see. My wife with all three holes filled. I resist the urge to take a picture. I don’t ever want her to see it. The memory can be so much more powerful than viewing a picture. I take a moment to scan from top to bottom marking it all in my mind. My beautiful sexy as sin wife on all fours with a cock in her mouth, a cock in her pussy and a cock in her ass. Matt blows his load first pounding her pussy from below with Jared right behind him squeezed by her tight little hole. Craig bottoms out in that gorgeous mouth of hers and shoots his load down her throat.
All three of them pull out slowly and move to clean up and get dressed. They know I don’t fucking plan on having them stick around. That was the score before they ever even agreed to this little escapade. As soon as they leave her side she collapses face down into the soft bedding below. I’m at her side, to comfort her and let her know I am here. I move her to her side and wipe her face down with a soft warm cloth and clean up her tender swollen pussy. Then I lovingly kiss her face and tell her how proud I am and how much I love her. I hope this wish is everything she dreamed of and then some. Moving the covers over her body I encourage her to drink some water and sleep. Stripping down I curl in behind her and wrap my arms tight holding her close. She simply moans and then drifts asleep. I’m not even close to tired but I know she needs me here. Holding her. Loving her.
CHAPTER FIVE
There’s a knock on the door as room service arrives. Amelia is still passed out in bed. She woke up briefly sometime around 3 am and whispered, “I love you,” then fell back asleep. I couldn’t help but smile as I drifted back too.
I look over and she opens her eyes right as I am tipping the guy. I didn’t want to disturb her but I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t happy to see her awake. I crawl into bed, with fresh fruit within range. We lie there most of the morning and talk about last night. I tell her about my time on the casino floor trying to find a few wi
lling guys. It took more time than I thought it would. She laughs when I tell her about those fucking suits at the craps table, thinking it was a scam. She just giggles and shyly admits she was happy I ran into those ‘muscular’ guys. I explain to her that they were weight lifting coaches in town for a convention.
She talked about the three men and how it felt to have them all over her body at the same time. I watch her expressions as she described the feelings that tore through her. She uses the term sensory overload more than once and I consider that a success. No surprise her favorite part was at the end when all three men were taking her simultaneously. Stuffed with three cocks in every hole.
Not every guy would be able to handle watching his girl with another man, much less three. But a connection like ours will never be lost. No matter who we invite into our bed. Our bond feels stronger than ever. Her trust in me. Her love for me. Mine for her.
We head home from Vegas and before we know it several months have passed. My birthday is upon us and I don’t care much. Amelia wants to celebrate and I hate to see her pout so I go with the flow. My only request is to keep it simple and low key. She invites a few friends over to our loft and we relax feasting on Thai takeout and plenty of wine. She knows exactly what I like. After everyone leaves we just chill on the rug in the living room. Our backs leaning on the couch. We finish our wine and put off cleaning up. After a few minutes she hops up and runs to the kitchen real quick as if she forgot something and I’m left wondering. I hear her tinkering and then a flick. Turning around I see her beaming and softly singing me Happy Birthday as she comes back to me with a single cupcake and a lit candle. It’s burning fast so she rushes in front of me as she finishes her serenade. I can’t help but think how lucky I am.
“My gift to you is to grant you a wish, with no restrictions!” she says, overly excited.
I know exactly what to wish for so I take a deep breath, close my eyes and blow out the candle solidifying it. As I open them I look back at her. “I want to tell you my wish.”
I set the cupcake down. Pushing forward, I move so she has no choice but to fall to her back with me hovering above her. Leaning on one elbow, I place my hand on her face moving her hair away so I can get the full view I desire. I move in and kiss her with every ounce of passion I have. My hand behind her neck holding her to me. Her body goes limp as she submits to me. That’s it Amelia. Give yourself to me.
I lean in close to her ear.
“My wish is to grant you three more wishes.”
THE END
Love’s Notion
CHAPTER ONE
I was 12 years old. He was the same age. We were both fresh faced, naive, and surely hesitant but eager participants; to discover love, or at the very least, something deeper. Finding ourselves at Belinda Huntington’s home - an overindulged precocious girl – for her birthday party, where the main source of entertainment would be an exceedingly slippery game of spin-the-bottle. My mother drove me to her house; a renovated Victorian echoing the charm and social status of the occupants who were oblivious to their good fortune, living within steps of the River Walk. We lived in a modest residence by comparison. Being blessed with a mature sense of self, I knew an invitation to Belinda’s party was seen as the ultimate compliment and unexpectedly, she had extended one to me. Unexpected, for a quiet and studious girl who knew her lack of social popularity excluded her from most events, such as these.
I remember being nervous, entering her lavish home, cautiously ascending the staircase to the upper third floor family room and secretly pondering where to position myself, reluctantly blushing as I sat courageously beside my first crush. His name was Marc Tullford. He was rare, one of the lucky ones, with a unique cool name just because he had a ‘c’ instead of a ‘k’; and was smarter than most with seemingly little effort. Marc was blessed with big hands and arms that looked like they belonged on someone much taller. He had dark hair and green eyes which were rimmed with thick lashes. Through the grade school years, I had observed him from afar; although unfortunately, few words were exchanged between us. I was shy, he was not. Unintentionally, I had committed to my memory bank, that unmistakable feeling of tummy butterflies and pure unsolicited exhilaration, just by being close to him.
So there we were, sitting in Belinda’s third floor family room. We ate hot dogs and sipped on sweet root beer floats. I remember the food and everything about the first boy I ever kissed.
I had not spoken to, nor heard of Marc since then. As I drove, I wondered what made my mind wander back to those adolescent moments of sexual awakening. Coming home after all these years? Or the fact that I was driving for days, and I had examined every aspect of my adult life with no foregone conclusions? I was now searching my treasure chest of childhood memories for possible insight.
Self examination: unattached single woman, mid-30s, knowingly attractive, highly educated, charmed personality...absolutely acceptable, if I say so myself! To most, the absenteeism of male suitors was surely a product of my overzealous quest for career advancement. Perhaps some questioned my demeanour; years past gleefully gossiping at every possible opportunity. And either explanation was surely justifiable as to why this lovely young woman was unattached. Inwardly, I knew my perfectly acceptable status didn’t equate to preferable, to me.
Finally heading south and seeing the mileage sign, being tired but relieved that I’m on highway 35, San Antonio was only minutes away. I can’t believe I’m moving back home! Driving from Chicago was a long haul, but thankfully it was a one-way trip.
“Vivian, you are all woman, there is nothing you can’t do. Yeah well, a few things...never mind, don’t let your mind wander there, stay awake and keep driving,” I said out loud as if hearing the sound of my voice made me less lonely.
Solitude naturally procured this habit of me speaking out loud, while driving, and was perhaps the only quirky thing about me. Or so I thought. Plus, knowing that the occasional witness would assume I was speaking into my phone helped justify the idiosyncrasy. Yes, knowing no one could ever hear me, I would have inspirational natter on most interstates.
Urban expansion coupled with a decade of renewal had not escaped San Antonio, but the one thing that remained; a charming river aligned with restaurants, shops, and spellbound visitors: the River Walk. Purposely purchasing my condo within steps and a breathtaking view of the river was the prudent thing to do. I was alone; hence living close to the bustle of people was the precise backdrop for happiness. My family lives here in San Antonio, and I was returning home.
Pulling into the underground garage, I loaded my arms with as much as I could carry, and walked toward the elevator. My furniture was delivered the week prior, along with my personal belongings which were neatly packed. Twelve stories up, I turned the key and opened the door to my new home.
I was fortunate to have a week to unpack and finish decorating my condo and putting everything in its place. Choosing a creamy white palate with splashes of color on the walls and decorative accents made the space stylish and current. I loved to decorate. Slick and modern furnishings complimented me and my lifestyle. That said, what I really longed for was a Georgian style home, filled with comfortable furniture and a family of my own, but I knew that was not feasible.
As the hospital administrator, my new position was lucrative but demanding. Keeping abreast of medical advances, government regulations, technology, and the ever-evolving health care insurance and financing options, was relentless. The hospital was conveniently located a few city blocks from a new state-of-the-art fitness club which I joined on my very first day at work. Everything suited me, and I was ready to work and start my new life - right back where it all began.
At the club, I signed up for a massage with Salina who apparently gave fabulous and effective rubdowns. I asked her to concentrate on my upper neck region; she was so good that I almost fell asleep. My mind wandered. I had no experience with women, but was always a little curious. Women being so pretty and sexy, that they are
often the main appetizer in my sexual fantasies. Could a fantasy become a reality? Would I be able to ever go through with it? No one would ever find out. I wasn’t sure if I would like it. With new beginnings, I felt like being a bit of a rebel. After all, there would only be one way to satisfy my curiosity.
A month had passed. My new job was proceeding along as expected and I was also able to visit with my parents on a regular basis. A family dinner on Sunday night, where attendance was mandatory, was something to look forward to at the end of each weekend. Playing and interacting with my two nephews was the highlight by far. I loved that feeling every time I heard them say ‘Aunt Vivie.’ Visiting with family was even more enjoyable when a Spurs game was blaring from the flat screen; hoping for a win as all of us yelled. Yes, I was right back where I should be, with family.
Deciding to make an effort to socialize beyond work associates, I became friendly with my neighbors at the condo and especially Salina from the fitness club, who always seemed to be overly talkative. Either my fitness friend was attracted to me or wanted to assist me in my never-ending pursuit of physical perfection.
It was Sunday night, after our family dinner, and I decided to unpack a few of the remaining boxes. My condo had a den which housed a bookshelf, desk and a small sitting area. Opening one of the boxes, I placed my childhood photo albums on the vacant shelf. Accidently, one album fell to the ground. Looking down at it, I glanced at the photo of my grade 7 school class. Picking it up, I smiled as I scanned my classmates, loving the dated hair and clothes, only to notice one particular person. Is that him, Marc Tullford? What a coincidence. I was just thinking about him on my drive from Chicago. Whatever happened to him? I got very sick in grade 8 and missed a lot of the school year, and after that, I lost touch with most of those kids. My family had moved to a nicer home and I found myself attending a high school in a completely different neighborhood.