“Lube on the nightstand,” she breathed, and it was Bryan himself who reached for the bottle and passed it off to Xavier who took it with a sly grin and a chuckle.
“Perhaps a slight change in position?” Xavier suggested, and Audrey stopped her movements long enough for Stacy to come slightly back down to earth and pay attention to what would be said. “As the gracious hosts, how would you like to do this?”
“Everyone can take me for a ride,” Bryan quipped, and Stacy snickered at the flush that had risen to his cheeks. As flippant as his tone was, Stacy knew that he secretly wanted it. She glanced to Xavier and nodded to convey that truth, and the two of them shared wicked grins.
Stacy turned in Bryan’s lap and pushed him flat on the bed, relishing in his wide-eyed, sharp intake of breath as Xavier moved behind her. She grabbed Audrey by the wrist to pull her close and pressed her lips to the other woman’s ear, whispering, “My husband loves it when a beautiful woman sits on his face.”
Audrey giggled, her breasts heaving with the excited breaths that she was taking. She bit her lip and coyly replied, “I will do my best to please.”
From the low whine that Bryan let out when she swung her curvaceous hips over his face, giving him the perfect view of her glistening lips and luscious ass, Stacy could tell that she was pleasing the both of them more than enough. She wriggled out of her panties and glanced behind her at Xavier, who was liberally lubing up his cock with a roguish grin.
“How does he like it?” he asked her. Bryan would have answered, if not for the fact that his tongue was buried deep in Audrey’s pussy, and she was rolling her hips sensually over his face with the most alluring little mewls of pleasure escaping from her lips.
“Hard,” Stacy breathed, trailing her fingers down between her legs at the sight; she rubbed desperately at her clit, not wanting to sink down onto Bryan’s beautiful, thick cock until he was already being pleasured from every other angle. After all, if it wasn’t for him, they wouldn’t be having this incredible experience together at all.
“But make him feel good,” she commanded, reaching her free hand down to tug at Bryan’s cock; his moan vibrated through Audrey, making the other woman cry out.
“Your wish is my command,” Xavier replied, and Stacy giggled as she watched him gently finger Bryan, who twitched beneath her and let out a low, desperate groan. Once he was ready, she kept her eyes on Xavier and paid close attention to the moment when he rubbed the head of his cock against her husband’s ass and then slid home. The gasp that Bryan let out choked off into silence as Stacy plunged down onto his cock at the same moment, letting out a satisfied moan at the familiar way that he stretched her.
Stacy met Audrey’s pale eyes once more, entranced by the way that they shimmered with lust as she rocked over her husband’s face. She reached towards the French woman and tugged her in for a passionate kiss, their tongues twining together as they both panted in pleasure; Stacy cried out as Audrey slid her thumb over her clit, flicking it as she rode Bryan’s cock.
Bryan let out the telling, desperate cry that he always did when he was getting close, and Stacy bounced vigorously on his cock, swiveling her hips in tantalizing circles as she squeezed around him and moaned, “Oh, come on baby.”
From her place over his face, Audrey giggled and matched Stacy’s movements, letting out a high keen as she began to reach her peak. Stacy let out another shaking moan as she felt herself beginning to tighten at all of the sensations that bombarded her mind and body—the feel of Bryan’s cock steadily hardening within her as he got close from being fucked by two people at once, the sensation of Audrey’s gentle but skilled touch as she rubbed her pussy, and the sight of Bryan’s tongue rapidly flickering against the soft, pretty pink flesh between the other woman’s legs all mixed together into the most heady cocktail of pleasure that she had ever experienced.
Behind her, she felt Xavier stiffen and heard him groan in barely intelligible French, reaching his peak with a harsh shudder; beneath her, Bryan cried out and did the same, and Stacy gasped and screamed her pleasure as her own orgasm ripped through her, sending waves of ecstasy rippling throughout her body. She rode those waves until even the aftershocks passed, leaving her twitching and gasping, utterly satisfied.
Audrey fell against her, breathless, as Xavier leaned forward and pressed his brow to her shoulder, sighing in contentment. Stacy looked over the other woman’s shoulder and gave Bryan a lethargic smile, which he returned with a broad, ecstatic grin of his own. They reached for each other and linked hands, and he let out a soft chuckle, his eyes gleaming brightly in the light of day that streamed through their bedroom window.
“Ten out of ten,” he murmured, and Stacy snorted. “Would bang again.”
Chapter 5
“What do you mean they didn’t say that in the review?” Bryan cried a few days later from his place by the stovetop. Dinner was coming along wonderfully, Stacy having handed him the kitchen reins for once.
She glanced up from her place on the couch, phone in hand and the SleepEasy app open on the screen. She giggled and shook her head, saying, “Honey, that joke was only funny the first time you made it.”
Bryan rolled his eyes and let out a mock-exasperated sigh and replied, “Okay, fine. What did they say about us?”
Stacy grinned and turned back to the review that had just been left on their page. “Stacy and Bryan were the perfect, attentive hosts. We spent hours having all manner of fun together, and we hope to visit again someday soon. They took care of our every need. Five stars,” she said, grinning at the suggestive undertones that she could read in the words that Audrey and Xavier had left on their page.
Bryan chuckled and stirred the pot on the stove. He shot Stacy an impish grin and said, “It really was fun. I wouldn’t mind doing it again sometime.”
Stacy’s brows flew up, but she gave him a grin of her own as the heart fluttered happily in her chest. “Really?” she asked, and she only beamed wider when her husband nodded. She sat back with a pleased laugh and said, “Well who knows? Maybe the next couple we host will have the same… inclinations.”
“I was thinking maybe we should host our home to only couples from now on, actually,” he said, sounding almost sheepish. “You know… so we might be able to have another fun experience sometime.”
Stacy gave him a suggestive look and slowly nodded, and his eyes lit up when he realized that she was completely on board with the idea. “You know what?” she chirped, tapping her phone’s touch screen to edit their settings. “I think we’re going to do just that.”
THE END
Full Helping
Chapter 1
It was spring in Boston and everything was lush and glistening from last night’s rain. Boston was one of Simon Kavel’s favorite cities to visit because, in his opinion, it had some of the best running paths in all of the United States. Secretly, that was one of the reasons he’d decided to open the latest branch of his restaurant there. It would give him one more excuse to visit.
Simon’s preferred running route was along the Charles River, the green waters of the river taking him through Cambridge and past the Science Museum. The only drawback was that, because the route was so scenic, it was also very popular. Simon had to get up extra early if he wanted the path (mostly) to himself. But he didn’t mind. He was used to getting up early and he loved Boston’s pastel-colored dawns - especially in the spring when the cherry trees were blooming and the grass was covered in dew.
As he ran, Simon reviewed the day’s schedule in his head. When he got back from his run he and his assistant Jack were going over scripts for next week’s episodes and then prepping for Simon’s interview with Oprah later that day. After that, he had a book signing downtown. Then lunch and then, Jack had promised him, he would have a few hours off to relax before going to meet Oprah. Ashley had already said she would be coming by to visit and Simon could hardly wait. Ashley was another reason Simon liked Boston so much.
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er Oprah, there were resumes for the new restaurant, then dinner, then menu-planning. Simon nearly groaned out loud. He did his best to keep his runs free of work-related thoughts, but it didn’t always happen. Simon was a celebrity chef with four (soon to be five) restaurants to his name. He loved his job, but it could be a bit all-consuming sometimes. But he knew that at the end of the day he would never trade it for anything else. He’d spent all his life working to be where he was now.
Simon had grown up in San Diego with his over-worked single mother. On weekends, as soon as he was old enough, she would take him out to the country to stay with his grandmother so that she could have a moment to herself. It was his grandmother who had taught Simon to cook, using the vegetables she grew in her small back garden. It wasn’t long before his mother was coming home to freshly cooked meals. No matter what he cooked – and because he loved to experiment some meals had been a lot better than others – his mother would pronounce it the most delicious thing she’d ever eaten.
Despite the taunts of his friends, he’d taken Home Economics all through high school, solidifying the techniques his grandmother had taught him. To keep the other boys off his back, he’d joined the rugby team – it took up less of his time than football and still made him too fit to picks fights with. Being the only boy in Home Ec. had its advantages as well: all the girls found the combination of his dark good looks and undeniable cooking abilities irresistible. By his senior year, he’d dated nearly all of them. He graduated a charming, confident, driven young man and was soon accepted to premier culinary academies from Los Angeles to New York.
However, halfway through his chef’s training, he’d dropped out. The school moved too slowly for his liking. By the age of 20, Simon had opened his own restaurant in San Francisco, focusing on seasonal, local ingredients served with flair. His restaurant was an enormous success and soon he was opening branches in New York, Austin, and Los Angeles. His L.A branch became a hit with several Hollywood starlets and soon he was being requested as a caterer for private parties. If they could find him, guests would badger him about a cookbook so that they could have their staff prepare his recipes at home.
But a cookbook wasn’t really his style and, instead, he began a cooking show, which was much more in line with his lively, chatty personality. Now, nearly a decade after opening his first restaurant, he was opening his fifth and, finally, publishing a cookbook. Between filming, interviews, and book signings, he was run off his feet. Not to mention the actual managing of his businesses. Luckily, he also had a small horde of staff that kept everything running more or less smoothly and, next month, he was taking a vacation for the first time in three years. He couldn’t wait. He had the whole thing planned: a culinary adventure across Indonesia and Malaysia.
Simon brushed sweat from his forehead. He and his crew only had three more cities to visit before he flew to Kuala Lumpur. He repeated their names like a mantra: Miami, Phoenix, back to Boston, Miami, Phoenix, back to Boston. As he pounded across the first of several footbridges, he could almost taste the fresh mangoes and spicy peanut sauce. Simon smiled as the sun rose over Boston. His life was a madhouse, but he loved it all the same.
***
Simon had just gotten back from lunch with Jack when there was a knock at his hotel room door. A no-nonsense, you-will-open-this-door-right-now sort of knock. And Simon did just that.
“Ashley,” he said, grinning like a ten-year-old who’d just been told he’d be having his birthday party at Disney World.
“Hey, darling. Long time no see. I thought you’d forgotten about me.” Ashley stood in the doorway, arms crossed, one hip jutting to the side, straining the tight fabric of her minimal turquoise dress. She smiled, licking her glossy pink lips. A small, shiny gold handbag was tucked under one arm.
“How could anyone forget you, Ashley?” Simon asked, eyeing her from top to bottom.
Ashley chuckled, putting a finger to his chest. “Take a picture, it’ll last longer, sweetheart. Are you gonna let me in or do you just wanna look at me all afternoon?”
“I could look at you forever,” Simon replied, but he ran his hand across her hip to cup her ass and draw her into his hotel suite. With one finger, he reached to stroke the thin lace of her panties only find she wasn’t wearing any. His finger touched smooth skin and he nearly moaned.
“Getting right down to business, aren’t you, Simon?” Ashley pushed him away, laughing. She kicked the door closed with the toe of her leopard-print stiletto.
“That’s reason you’re here, isn’t it?” asked Simon as Ashley dropped her bag on the kitchen table.
“Sure, but you could dress it up a bit. Or maybe next time you’re in town I won’t bother.” She cocked a perfectly manicured eyebrow at him.
But they both knew that wasn’t true. Ashley and Simon had met several years ago, at a time when Simon was only mildly famous and somewhat busy. He’d been in town to do a series of episodes featuring local Boston seafood and they had met over drinks at a publicity mixer. It had been lust at first sight. Literally. They were having sex in a supply closet 15 minutes after they’d first said hello. Now every time he came to Boston he texted her his itinerary to see if she had time to get together.
“Sorry,” he said, lifting up her mane of tawny hair and kissing her neck. “I just got carried away. It’s been such a long time.”
Humming appreciatively, Ashley let her head fall back, exposing her cleavage. Simon eyed the star-shaped pendant that lay perfectly nestled between her tanned breasts and licked his lips. “I wouldn’t want to discourage you from getting carried away,” she said, her bubbly voice growing husky. She hooked two fingers into the waistband of his jeans, eyeing his growing erection the same way he was eyeing her breasts.
They caught each other’s eye and grinned, already anticipating a fantastic afternoon. Ashley undid his fly and pushed down his jeans, her mouth hot and demanding against his lips. He squeezed her ass, hoisting her onto his hips so that he could kiss her breasts. Kicking his jeans off as he walked, he carried her to the couch.
Her tight dress had ridden up on her hips and he could feel the warmth of her bare pussy against his stomach as she yanked his shirt over his head. One hand sliding up her silky thigh, he undid the zipper on her dress and pulled it up and off her. With a wicked smiled, she leaned back, resting her hands on his knees, arching her back to give him the best view of her toned stomach and lacy black bra. Simon groaned approvingly.
He pulled her up by her hips, bringing her toward him so that he could get his mouth on her tantalizing flesh. Drawing his tongue across her opening, he slid it quickly in and out before drawing it up to trace her clit. Gasping, Ashley braced herself against the wall behind them, looking down so she could watch him eat her out. He sucked her clit, flicking and licking it with his tongue as she rocked her hips in time to his ministrations. She moaned his name, already soaking wet already, and Simon felt his cock twitch in response. He let his tongue roam down between her slick folds, running it up and down, teasing her clit from time to time. Simon could feel his erection throb as he continued playing with her, her warm juices covering his chin. Listening to her gasp and moan made him impossibly hard.
With one hand, he undid her bra, using the other guide her back down. But, instead of bringing her down onto his eager cock, he rested her higher up. Her wet pussy slid along his stomach, his well-defined abs putting pressure on her clit as he took one pert breast into his warm mouth and then the other, playing with her nipples like he had played on her clit. He pushed her a little lower until he could feel the cheeks of her ass pressing against his erection. Ashley moaned, leaning into his mouth, grinding against his abs.
Reaching into a jar on the table next to the couch, Simon pulled out a condom. Quickly, he tore open the foil and reached around Ashley to put it on. She smiled wickedly and sat up, moving back to position herself above him. Very gently, she took the tip of his impatient erection into her, sliding just over the ridge of its head be
fore lifting herself off entirely.
“That’s not fair,” Simon whimpered.
Ashley chuckled, one hand on his shoulder to balance herself, the other gently fondling his balls. “You’ll thank me in the end,” she replied, lowering herself onto his head again, her body eagerly tightening around him. Simon moved to pull her down further, but she was already on him again, her glistening opening teasing the very tip of his straining dick. Simon groaned helplessly.
“Simon?” Just as Ashley had been about to take him fully inside of her, there was a knock at the door. “Simon, we need you downstairs in five minutes. You’ve got that interview with Oprah.”
“What?” Simon croaked. “The Oprah interview isn’t for another 2 hours.”
“Nope, her schedule changed. They just let us know. Sorry, man. Whatever you’re doing stop it and get out here. And wear your blue shirt.”
“Oh God,” Simon moaned, his head falling back against the couch. “I’ll be right there,” he called to his assistant on the other side of the door.
“I’m timing you,” came the skeptical reply. “Five minutes.”
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