I couldn’t stop myself though; I needed to feel this man’s skin. His touch seemed so familiar and it drove me to seek out more.
I pulled him over to the couch in front of Scott and Stacy and he sat down on the couch pulling me down to kneel over him.
He pulled my face to his, not kissing, only looking into my eyes.
“You have beautiful eyes, Ana. I never knew how beautiful.” He said as he ground up into me. “I want to watch your eyes as I fill you. Let me up, I want to undress.”
Normally I’d need a little more stimulation than that but I was ready to give him whatever he wanted from me.
I sat quietly as he undressed, watching him expose his gorgeous body before putting a condom on.
He came back to the couch and I straddled him once more.
I lost my self-control as I sank down onto him, his cock as familiar to me as my own hand. Letting my head drop into the crook of his neck, my eyes closed, I knew who this gorgeous man was.
“The Quiet Man.” I whispered as he took my face in his hand once more.
“Yes, I am. Now please, let me see your eyes.” He asked softly.
I opened my eyes and started to move onto him, my hands braced against the couch.
He held my hips, thrusting up into me, fucking me back as he groaned.
He listened to me, the noises of other revelers around us disappearing as we attuned to one another. I stared into his eyes, watching the color change, his expression growing tense but fascinated as we moved together.
We moved for what felt like hours, together, our gazes locked, until the world exploded and he followed with me.
We came together, his quiet gasp mixing with mine as we watched each other. My eyes widened, feeling him as I shuddered in his arms.
I came down slowly, our gazes still locked.
Finally, I heard the sound of shouts and applause around us. I looked around, smiling at the praise, and grinned back at John as the crowd around us exploded.
“Beautiful.” I heard Scott call and looked at him. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him so happy.
Chapter Three
“So you’re the Quiet Man?” I asked the fellow I now knew as John.
“Yes, apparently your husband and Miss Stacy wanted this little meeting to take place.” He said as he brought me a glass of wine and a plate of tiny sandwiches.
Our audience had soon disbursed and John and I were now in the kitchen, getting to know one another properly.
“Oh, so you know Stacy?” I asked, taking a nibble of a ham sandwich.
“Yes, for a while now. She wanted someone discreet, good at what they do, and trustworthy for your first time. I take it there was some malfunction and your husband saw that first time?” He asked as he settled in a chair beside me.
“It would seem so, yes. Scott has been very good about all of this. So does this mean we aren’t going to have anonymous sex anymore?” I asked, kind of sad for that loss.
“We can have whatever you like, Ana. You understand my needs and how I work; I don’t want to give that up. It was the only condition I placed on tonight.” He revealed, his eyes intense.
I have to say, I don’t know if I can stand that much intensity on a daily basis but I wasn’t ready to give up the bond I had with him either.
I’d come to learn that sex wasn’t always about love, and that love didn’t have to mean sex with all of my escapades, but bonds were formed with those you had sexual relations with often, whether you wanted to or not. That was dangerous territory I wasn’t willing to explore yet but I enjoyed my bond with John.
And no, I wasn’t ready to give that up yet either.
“I’m glad. I’d hate to have to give up our sessions.” I told him, my hand over his.
“Good, shall we see what else the night has to offer now?” John asked, taking my hand to help me up.
“Yes please. I’d like to see what Scott is up to in there.” I said with a grin at my lover.
My lover. I had lovers! I felt all grown up thinking of that.
Smiling, I walked into the living room where a trio were busy on the couch. I didn’t see Stacy or Scott
“I know where they are, care to join me?” I asked, heading for the stairs.
“I believe I will, for a while. I have to go shortly.” He let me know as we walked up the stairs.
Scott and Stacy were in her room, as I suspected, with another couple and a woman who’d come on her own. I didn’t think her bed would hold that many people but they’d all managed to find a way to fit on the bed.
There were several comfortable chairs in the room and John and I both took one. Settling in to watch the show, I realized I was still holding his hand when John’s tensed over mine, pulling my hand to his lap.
I was aware of the bulge under the pants he’d put back on and smoothed my hand over it, my long nails raking down the soft material of his pants.
I didn’t take my eyes off of the bed, however. Scott had Stacy on his cock, a woman on his face, and his right hand on the woman across from him, his fingers flicking at her clit.
His left arm was occupied, a finger in Stacy’s sucking mouth.
I watched the people on the bed in the golden light of dozens of glowing candles. Stacy was in heaven, they all were really, but she looked as she did when I was between her legs, completely enraptured.
I couldn’t really see Scott’s face, but the redhead bouncing on it seemed to be enjoying what he was doing to her.
John leaned over to me and spoke very softly.
“This really doesn’t bother you?” He asked, a perplexed look on his face.
“Not in the least.” I responded, just as quietly. “He’s enjoying himself, his exploring ideas about sexuality, the same as I have, and what the possibilities were. And later we’ll go home together, and keep living our life together, but we’ll be aware of how we’ve change, what we’ve experienced, and what we can do together. This is a dream come true for us. There is no jealousy.”
“A rather enlightened view.” John said before looking back at the excitement in front of them.
The couple at Scott’s side had shifted and the man was now at Scott’s head, the woman on her knees facing us. She was a pretty, black-haired woman with tanned skin and large breasts. Her dark red nipples were unlike any I’d ever seen before and they held my attention now that I could see them properly.
John heard my breathing change and looked over at me, then to where my gaze was glued.
“Ah, Mary has beautiful nipples, doesn’t she?” John asked, looking at my own taut nipples.
I wasn’t quite aware that my hand had started to move over John’s bulging zipper, but I felt it when his cock throbbed under my hand.
My chest arched as the man’s fingers played over my nipples, my gaze remaining on Mary’s large round nipples. I wanted to taste them, to feel their weight floating in my mouth as she crouched above me.
I looked up at her face to realize she was watching me, watching John touch me, and my nostrils flared as my hand gripped him tighter.
John moved my hand for a moment, opening his pants to let his cock spring free and I began to stroke him as I continued to watch the woman.
She grinned at me, licking her lips as her left hand grasped at her breast, offering it to me.
She knew I was caught between the temptation of John’s cock and her nipples.
“I have a solution.” John whispered into my ear, pulling my still naked body from the chair.
He took me to the edge of the bed and pushed down on my shoulder, my body leaning over towards the woman at the edge.
John knelt behind me, wrapping his cock in another condom as he explored my own throbbing slit.
My clit ached for his touch, the pulsing echoed by the clenching of my pussy as his fingers slid inside of me for a moment, stirring me, stretching me a little to prepare me for his girth.
The woman stared at me, her hand still offering the berry-like nipp
le to me and I moved my head forward as John finally plunged into me.
Chapter Four
Slowly, my mouth moved towards the dark flesh that had so tempted me that the ever so perceptive John sensed it.
The woman exuded a tangy, heady perfume that made me want to lick her even more and my eyes closed as my mouth closed around her skin.
I sighed through my nose as I felt her flesh in my mouth and eased my tongue around it.
Oh my, I thought, this was delicious and so wonderful. The nipple was as big around as my thumb and the harder I sucked, the more the woman moaned.
I timed my movements to John’s, his slow fucking motions not jolting me as I feared they would.
I was enjoying the moment and had forgotten about Scott and Stacy, but then I heard Scott crying out in a guttural tone that I recognized as the sound he made as he came.
The woman’s man had slowed his own fucking as he watched my mouth close around the woman but it quickly picked up as both she and Scott cried out.
My mouth sucked at her nipple desperately, trying to stay latched on and give her the pleasure she deserved. My left hand bracing me on the bed as John’s thrusts increased, his cock driving into me, railing me until I could no longer ignore it.
I felt his fingers, one on my ass, sliding to along the crack until he found my other entrance and then sliding into the orifice as his other hand found my clit. The man was talented!
Fucking like this can get confusing. You may want to concentrate on one but another is concentrating on you, trying to get you off, and if that lover is John, then they will most certainly succeed.
John broke my concentration just as the woman started to come, her face scrunched up in ecstasy.
The air was filled with the cries of passion of those around us, but John had my full attention now that his thumb was plunging in and out of my ass, in time with his cock, and the pressure of two fingers on my clit was shooting bright sparks behind my eyelids.
I heard his breath hitch, a sure signal that he was about to come and reached back to pull gently at his balls, wanting him to come only when I did.
He leaned over me then and spoke the first words he’d ever spoken to me while fucking me.
“Please Ana, let me come. I need to come in you so desperately. Please.” His words were so sweet, so imploring that I let him go.
My back arched and I fucked back into him, my flesh making a slapping noise against him as he thrust into me.
I tipped over the edge with his first soundless gasp, his body pushing into me from so many angles, I thought I’d hurt him from the pressure of my body squeezing.
As his pulse slowed, and my breath went from ragged to steady, John pulled out of me and moved, running light kisses up my back that made me shiver.
He bit that spot where my neck and shoulders met and spoke to me again.
“I can’t get enough of you. We’ll have to meet again soon. But now I have to go. I’ll email you soon.”
I kissed him goodbye as he dressed and went to the bed to move between Stacy and Scott.
“You two done in for the night?” I asked as the other people in the room left, their own passions spent.
“Not totally.” Stacy said, rolling over to kiss me while Scott went for that spot on my neck John had teased just a moment earlier.
The spot Scott knew drove me mad.
Another couple entered the room, a tall brown haired man and a tiny blonde woman with a boyish figure.
“I’m Adam, and this is Kate. May we join you?” The man asked.
“Shut the door and yes, you may.” Stacy said with a smile. “On the understanding, of course, that Ana here is our focus. We want to turn her inside out.”
The couple crawled onto the bed with us and Scott pulled me on top of him, my back to his front.
“Trust me.” He whispered, nodding at Stacy who moved in front of me with some lube in her hand.
Adam and Kate watched as Stacy dripped lube all over my pussy and ass, rubbing it into the crack of my ass before smearing Scott’s cock with it.
Then, as I lifted myself, Stacy held Scott’s erect cock as I slid down onto it. I was nervous about doing it this way but Scott talked me through it gently.
“I’ve been waiting all night for this. I came all up Stacy’s snatch earlier, thinking about it while John fucked you. Now, squeeze your ass inwards darling.” Scott stopped speaking, gasping as he felt me tightening around the head of his cock.
I didn’t have to wait for long before the muscles relaxed on their own, allowing Scott to pop right into me as he massaged my nipples. Stacy’s tongue on my clit as he moved into me certainly helped and I never felt a moment of pain.
The feeling of fullness was awkward but it soon turned to pleasure and Scott’s movements thrilled me deeply. I came quickly watching Stacy licking so adeptly at my pussy, but then she moved away and Scott spoke again.
“You, Adam? Okay, now, fuck my wife please.” The man’s woman handed him a condom and he slipped it on before moving between my thighs.
He was handsome but thin, his cock much like him, long and slim. He eased into me easily and I gasped.
Then Stacy and Kate moved to my tits and each one took a nipple into their mouths and my world exploded as the two men started moving within me, filling me better than I’ve ever been filled before.
I could not move, I could only be taken, and in that moment I gave up everything, every bit of control, and screamed out my pleasure.
I didn’t care who heard me, or how it sounded, because I couldn’t care less. Every nerve ending was singing and I was riding higher than I’d ever done before.
Just before Scott came, he whispered to me and I knew our lives together would always be this way, in pursuit of pleasure for and with each other.
“I love you like this, Ana, getting fucked. I love you baby.”
Chapter Five
It’s been six months since that party and Scott and I could not be happier. I’ve had to stop most of my escapades because, well, Scott and I found out it’s not so hard for me to get pregnant when he’s home at the right time.
That’s the most wonderful news we’ve had, besides Scott being home more often. He’s still working during the week, but he’s home on the weekends and we are happy with that arrangement. It means we can still enjoy some of our escapades. I’ve even watched him as he’s brought a lover to his hotel room at times and it’s been so damned hot for me to watch!
Stacy is moving in the month before the baby is born, just until I’ve recovered and can manage on my own.
We’d discussed her moving in permanently, but she likes her independence and it keeps people from talking. We understand that.
We aren’t her only lovers, the same as she isn’t ours, and we’re all comfortable and happy with that arrangement. It works for all of us, for now.
I suppose you’re wondering about the Quiet Man, John, the oh, so wonderful lover?
I still see him; he’s even been to the house with Scott both here and out of town. He likes knowing Scott is watching and apparently, I’m his favorite lover.
I suppose life will slow down once the baby comes, but we all have our favorite lovers and that won’t change. John gives me something that Scott and Stacy can’t, the same as they do.
Life is not totally perfect now, it can’t be when Scott isn’t home during the week, but it’s pretty close. When all of this started I was lonely, in need of attention and desperate for a human touch. Now I get my fill of it. But honestly, it’s still not enough because I always need more.
But now, at least, I know fulfillment is only a phone call away. For Scott and I both, and we wouldn’t have it any other way!
The End of the Story
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Table of Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter One
The click of her mouse sounded every few seconds as she flipped through the final spread of her online magazine. Andrea was satisfied and she would just need to send it to Trudy for her approval. She had never disagreed with Andrea before and she was sure that this time would be no exception.
She clicked again, sending the copy over to Trudy. She bit her lip, waiting for a minute afterward and then heard Trudy from across the office,
“Love it!” She said loudly, poking her head around the corner of her desk to smile at Andrea.
They smiled at each other, sighing with relief that the week’s work was complete. They spent most of their time together, working on the fashion and design magazine that they had started to publish online. After a year of hard work, everything was running smoothly.
Andrea was a slim blonde, tall and beautiful. Her hair was a little wavy so she kept it a little above her shoulders. She ran her hands through it often, she loved the feel of fingers through her hair. She took some of the photographs for their magazine, leaving most of the layout work to Trudy.
They were a great team. Andrea had met Trudy six years prior while they were in college. The way Trudy had approached her during a class they shared, Andrea had thought she was hitting on her at first. When Trudy clarified that she just needed a pen, Andrea blushed. They laughed about it later and soon became good friends.
Trudy got up from her chair, walking across the small space that they owned to the room that Andrea’s desk sat in. Beyond their two offices, there was a small room with a large window that opened up to the street. They had a couple of couches and a coffee table where they conducted interviews when necessary.
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