ROMANCE: Mr. Mystery: (New Adult Bad Boy Romance) (Contemporary Mystery Short Stories)

by Viva Fox

  I decided, at this point, the two of us had reached a level of familiarity with one another that me stopping by at his place to see what was going on couldn't possibly hurt anything, and accordingly I sped down the street in his direction, anxious and curious, and just the least bit fearful as to what I might find.

  And what that thing was proved itself even more shocking than I could have imagined...

  I noticed, walking up to his doorstep, that Derek's car was still sitting idly by in the driveway, as sure a sign as any that he was still at home. Maybe he was sick, I thought, and then a smile spread wide across my lips, at the thought that I wouldn't really mind all that much playing doctor with him...

  But then, I rang the doorbell, and a moment later, my jaw just about smashed against the floor at the sight of the man who greeted me.

  It was Daniel... Staring at me, grinning perversely, a smile that, in my state of shocked guilt, I could only think to interpret as threatening, devastating as hell, and my mind raced, scrambling, as I struggled to piece together what the hell the explanation for this might possibly be. And then, suddenly, a cold, icy chill ran through my body, and I began to fear seeing Derek's murdered body strewn out across the living room floor.

  “Jesus... Daniel... God, I... What are you doing here?”

  He didn't answer, however, and slowly the door creaked open a little bit further, to reveal the sight of Derek standing behind him, looking almost as darkly at me as my husband. At least he wasn't dead, I thought, although this did little to clarify what the hell was happening, much less how I should be reacting to all of it.

  It was Derek who spoke up in response to my query, his voice calm, collected, and yet so tantalizing that it made my legs tremble with every slow syllable that slipped out through his lips. “After the two of us had been... Meeting for a couple of weeks, it sank in for me that I really knew next to nothing about you. It really wasn't much of my business, I thought, but just out of curiosity, I decided to do a little bit of digging about you through social networking...”

  I swallowed hard, knowing this couldn't possibly end well on any level, but anxious to hear the conclusion of events all the same. I wanted my sentence swiftly, to simply get it over with and be done with it, and not have this guilt hanging over me any longer.

  “And, well,” he continued, “Imagine my surprise when I found out that you were a married woman. It took me a few moments to absorb this fact, and when I did, I realized that I couldn't be responsible for breaking apart a marriage. And so, I decided to do the most decent thing I could conceive of, and tell your husband the truth.”

  This was it, I thought, everything stopping around me, as I held my breath in terrified anticipation.

  “To my surprise, however,” he continued, with disturbing collectedness, “he was remarkably understanding about it all...”

  And then, taking over, my husband chimed in: “My only disappointment was that you didn't think to include me in your little extra fun as well...”

  And with that, my head spinning and my ears ringing with the words that I simply couldn't believe I was hearing, the door to the outside world was closed behind the three of us, and things became very, very perverse, very, very quickly.

  I was in shock, truth be told, as the two men began to ravish me, rolling me back and forth between their bodies, touching and groping and grasping, bestowing far more love onto a guilty adulteress than I was sure I deserved, but yet which I couldn't say I minded all the same.

  Their palms seemed to melt, to dissolve, and to slide all over me, and gradually my initial confusion gave way to sheer, carnal desire for this treasured triad, and any reservations I might have had about all of it quickly went melting away from my body.

  And now, God help me, they were peeling me out of my clothes, stripping me from the sports bra and jogging shorts, until I was down to nothing whatsoever but the tight little strap of my black thong panties. And their wet mouths pressed up against me, all over me, leeching onto whatever warm, wet surface they could find.

  They pecked up and down along my neck, they suckled on my engorged, excited tits, they smothered themselves against my stomach, and they even began to plant kisses across my buttocks, an act which, I had to say, aroused me even more than I could have imagined.

  And the kisses didn't stop at just me, either. Much to my surprise, my shock, and eventually my delight, the two studly men in my life had something of a bisexual streak in them. I stared, stupefied, as occasionally they would each break away from me in order to make out with each other, their tight, rugged cheeks compressed as they sucked on one another's beautiful faces, tongues jousting into one another, twisting together, soaking one another up as I watched from the sidelines in excitement, playing with my aroused nipples all the while as I witnessed them.

  And that certainly isn't to say they neglected little old me all the while, either. Not by a long shot. Before I knew it, I was being draped across the bed by these two hulking studs, who were ass naked by this point, their strapped, chiseled bodies positioning themselves around me, and their long, hot rods swaying, jiggling bouncing all over the place.

  Derek went down on me, sliding my thong from my ass and dipping his head between my thighs in that all too glorious way of his. I groaned, and squeezed myself tightly around him as he kissed my pussy, screwing his tongue around inside me, licking, slurping, and getting me so damn worked up that I thought I might not last throughout the entirety of the affair.

  Then, to even the playing field just a little bit and to split my concentration, Daniel came kneeling down in front of my face, and I parted my jaws wide to receive him. His cock tasted more wonderful than it ever had, and I serviced him as best I could in my ecstasy. Slowly I pushed my face back, forth, back, forth, back, forth up against him, deep throating him, choking myself on his immensity, and yet loving the fact all the while.

  He groaned with pleasure, tilting his head back, and beginning to stroke my hair affectionately. I decided to torment him even further as my head rang with delight, twisting and slurping my tongue around in a very special way, and loving the feeling of him throbbing inside me with the utmost pleasure.

  Suddenly, then, I saw Derek's hands appear around Daniel's sides, gripping onto my husband's ass for support as he ate me, and something about this aroused me, setting me over the edge and flying into the seediest of climaxes. I began to whimper, then to moan, and finally to scream, as the sensations raced through my body, and I nearly passed out from the sweet, carnal satisfaction.

  When I'd finished cumming, the two men extricated themselves from me, giving me a short break as I panted and wheezed in exhaustion there on the sweat-soaked bed. This wasn't to say I was without stimulation, however, as the two of them were putting on quite the show on the bed beside me...

  I began to rub my wet pussy wildly, masturbating to the sight of the two men curled up in one another's arms, sucking on one another's faces with more vehemence than ever, their hands firmly grasping one another's penises, stroking one another hard, quick, and brutally, and the entire tangle of limbs getting me worked up more than almost anything up to this point.

  It didn't take long at all for me to become revitalized while witnessing this sweet, lurid sight, and after a while I could no longer contain myself from crawling across the bed in their direction, imposing myself onto the pile, and twisting my sweaty form into that perversely beautiful tangle of limbs.

  The three of us reoriented ourselves on the bedspread once again, positioning our bodies into a triangular daisy chain, each of us ducked forward with our skulls against the genitals of the next person in the circle, and sucking on one another as though our very lives depended on it. This time, my husband was the one eating me, while I sucked off Derek, and Derek, finally deep-throated my husband again.

  This fact alone was enough to make me cum from just thinking about it for too long, but before I made my way up to the heights of climax, my husband was pulling his mouth away fr
om my crotch, grunting like a mad man- and, I realized, unloading in Derek's mouth.

  I could hardly stand the sweet sin of the whole ordeal by this point, and I thought, as I had on that first day with Derek, that it might all just be a dream. But God, how I hoped that I was wrong about that...

  Finally, the three of us got down to the filthy, beautiful business of fucking, impure and simple. They took turns climbing up on top of me, mounting me, and plowing me mercilessly, each man at a time, each stroking and pumping and pushing in the trail of the other. Derek was first, his lovemaking exquisitely familiar to me at this point, and yet the surprises he still somehow managed to throw my way never failing to blow my mind.

  This time around, he did me with my legs pushed up, my ankles held in place around my ears by my husband, pushing into me until I nearly fainted with pleasure. This time around, however, I didn't quite make it all the way up to the splendid heights of orgasm, falling just short of the mark- which isn't to say I was wholly disappointed as I unleashed his hot essence inside me, filling me up with himself, and at last pulling out, and leaving me shivering in my own sweat.

  And that was because now, my husband was mounting me in turn, flipping me over and climbing onto my body like an animal, and pushing himself inside me through the wake of my other lover's molten essence, a natural, perverse lubricant.

  And he began to thrust, to dig, to drill deeper and harder into me than ever, tearing screams of sweet pleasure from my throat, causing my head to bang with his bolting thrusts and making me burn with each upping of intensity. Again and again and again he pelted down into my deepest depths, continually reaching further and further in than I thought was humanly possible, and at last slamming down like a hammer, holding steady, and unleashing.

  And as he filled me yet again, I was pushed successfully past the point of my own endurance, my head racing, my heart thundering, and every damn nerve ending in my body lighting up with shock. I groaned, and moaned wildly, every ounce of me on fire with want and lust and satisfaction, and my union with my two lovers the sweetest, most wonderful thing in the world.

  At last, Daniel pulled out of me as well, and Derek added himself onto the pile. The three of us twisted together, making out tenderly and dissolving into one another for some time in the afterglow, drunk on one another's company, and simply unable to get enough.

  And good God, was it wonderful...

  It wasn't for a couple of weeks after that that I discovered I was pregnant that Daniel and I had been discussing, which, under normal circumstances, would have been great- except I had no earthly idea

  to whoto which of the two men was the child's father...

  *****

  THE END

  Secret Kisses

  He shifted his gaze in my direction and I knew he was the one my friend Tracy told me about. He wore the black blazer, white shirt and a red corsage that was supposed to match my dress. I got up and walked over to him with a confident smile on my face. I couldn’t tell whether he smiled back at me because of the masks but I knew he was excited by the bulge in his pants. Tracy had assured me that this place was discreet and I would have a great time. From the way events were unfolding, I could tell that she was right.

  I needed the discretion; I couldn’t afford being seen by the tabloids at a place like this, but I couldn’t also deny myself the pleasures that were being offered. My red hot dress, lips, nails and toes were the same shade of red and I had deliberately chosen that color to indicate ‘danger’. I wanted the powerful men to know what they were approaching and to warn the weaker, slower ones to stay away.

  I loved the décor of the place; it screamed of wanton sex and pleasure. The curtains were a deep shade of red and there were all types of sex toys available. The drugs being consumed at the party only got everyone more excited and that was exactly what I needed, pure excitement.

  I didn’t need any drugs to find it though, I had already found it. I stopped half way and with a nod dared him to meet me the rest of the way. He got the message loud and clear and didn’t bother to try to hide his erection as he walked over to me. My pussy started tingling as he ran his tongue over his supple lips and I knew I was in for a very good time.

  “You’re looking hot”, he whispered seductively in my ear and I could feel the moisture pooling in my thong panties. I don’t know why I bothered wearing them. If things went the way I wanted them to go, they would just get ripped off me and be ruined. But then, that’s always aroused me.

  I let him place his hands at the small of my back and he rubbed his very erect cock slowly up against my lower belly as he took a sip from his glass. I couldn’t tell what he was drinking until he leaned in closer and kissed me letting the liquor slip from his mouth to mine. I detected a mixture of gin and something else but I couldn’t tell exactly what it was. I was too busy enjoying the zingers of excitement and heat running through my body. He had barely touched me and I was ready to explode.

  “I want you to feel how ready I am for you”, I said.

  He took one look at my face and knew I was miles ahead of him. He slipped his fingers beneath my dress and found my thong. As I predicted, one little tug and it was out of the way. I could tell by his moan that he was pleased he now had full access.

  He played around with his fingers and I loved how he searched and kneaded, pinched and squeezed. I felt his erection pulsing against me and I wanted nothing more than to feel the length of him deep inside me. The room was dimly lit and everyone else in the room seemed to be having sex with someone. The few moans that escaped their throats turned me on even more and I didn’t want to miss out on all the fun.

  He took my hand and directed me to a lonely corner and pinned me to the wall. I wanted to ask his name but decided against it. I wasn’t here to make friends; I was here to indulge in my fantasies and have a good time. He lifted up my dress and got down on his knees before slipping his head in between my thighs and letting his tongue work around my clit. He placed both my thighs on his shoulders and from the way he effortlessly lifted me I could tell that he worked out a lot.

  An involuntary moan escaped my mouth and I felt like the world was at my feet and I was its Queen. No one had ever made me feel this good with their tongue, not even my husband. I blamed most of it on the drink that I just had and simply let go. He took his time with me; he was slow and caring for a stranger and handled me like a very fragile object.

  I could see a few more men walk around and look over at us with envy. One of them waved to us but I was too absorbed in the sensations overwhelming me to respond. He must have felt ignored as I watched him walk over to us and look at his friend having so much fun.

  “Hey, mind if I have a go at it?” he asked, but was completely ignored.

  I felt like a priced possession by the way my man was territorial didn’t want to share me, but at the same time, I wondered how good the stranger might be. With his head still under my dress he shooed the stranger away like one would a fly. He then got to his feet but still held on tightly to my legs. They were now firmly secure around his waist as he pulled me closer to him and whispered in my ear.

  “You are mine tonight, I don’t want to share”, he said before unzipping his pants and setting his very aroused cock free. It sprung to life as soon as his trousers hit the floor and I was mesmerized by the size of it. He was humongous and I thanked God that he couldn’t see my facial expression behind the mask.

  “My, oh my!” I let out as I stretched forward and could not resist the urge to grab hold of it and feel it pulsing. I felt him jolt at my touch and I moved closer to him. We were pelvis to pelvis as his pulsing cock probed in between my thighs.

  He then lifted me from the wall and placed me on my back on the cold marble floor. I loved how the cold floor caressed my skin and I stretched out my hands and let them lay carelessly opposite each other. He lifted my dress up to my waist and placed a hand over my mouth as the other hand travelled down to my crotch. He plunged two fingers deep
inside me and rubbed his thumb hard over my clit.

  A moan escaped my lips and I felt a shiver run up and down my spine. I could hear someone in the distance calling out for God at the top of her lungs and knew that she was either at her climax or on her way there. I envied her and wished that I too would get there sooner. Her screams turned me on and they intensified the desire I felt for this stranger who had come so highly recommended.

  For a brief moment I thought about my husband and what he would think if he saw me at such a place and a guilty feeling circled my heart. I easily pushed it out of my mind and focused on the pleasure I was feeling at this moment. After all, it wasn’t the first time I cheated on him and pushing it to the back of my mind was quite easy for me. My mind wandered back to previous events and I found myself thinking of what had brought me here. An ironic smile slowly formed on my face, life always had a way of playing tricks on you especially when you were not looking.