by Candy Caine
Suddenly I heard a voice behind me. “Man, this fucking show is better than the one on stage.”
That did it. I felt Margo stiffen. She began to moan as her vulva convulsed. From the corner of my eye, I saw a guy take out his member and begin to jack off furiously.
“Would you like to finish me off, little lady?” the stranger gasped.
Margo merely gave out a throaty laugh as she hopped off the counter. “Looks like you’re doing just fine without me.” Then turning back to me, she said, “Hmm. Now that I’ve had dessert, I’m ready for some dinner.”
We linked arms and walked out of the men’s room, laughing.
Unlike my unpredictable girlfriend, my wife, Carrie, is a conventional lover, and modest to the point of being shy. In fact, undressing in front of other women often gives her the willies. I can never picture her doing any of the outrageous things that Margo has done. You can’t imagine how often I’ve wished Carrie to be more daring and less inhibited. Like, for instance, the time we went to a movie a few months back.
Carrie and I were sitting in the darkened theater. I had draped my arm loosely about her shoulders. When I began to stroke one of her tits with the tip of my finger, she pushed my hand away.
“What’s wrong?” I whispered.
“Someone might see.”
Poor Carrie is always so caught up in how people might perceive her. Because of this, she rarely displays any form of affection in public. I blame this on her cold fish of a mother who probably caused her husband to jack off to Hustler magazine in the bathroom for relief.
Margo and I often talk after having sex. She’s quite intelligent and we discuss virtually everything. Had she been born in an earlier age, she would have been a most delightful courtesan. During one of our post-coital conversations she asked me if I had any fantasies.
“I do have a fantasy and often think about it.”
“Tell me,” she said, propping her head on her elbow.
“I long to be part of a ménage à trois.”
“Really?”
“Are you surprised?”
“No, not at all. I have often thought about it myself.”
I couldn’t help but smile at that. We were so in tune. Wouldn’t it be wonderful if Carrie felt the same way?
“And do you have a fantasy?” I asked.
“Yes. I want to be stranded on some faraway island with ten well-hung, handsome men.”
She must have seen the dismay on my face, for she laughed. “Oh, Jeremy, my sweet, you’re included, of course.” And with that she straddled me, rubbing her pussy against my cock, as she began to tease one of my nipples with her teeth. I felt a surge of desire within me as my cock awoke from its short nap.
Margo nestled herself down on me and began to move up and down like a well-oiled piston. I drew her closer so that I could suck on her luscious tits as I split the globes of her ass. She loved it when I stroked the tender area between her pussy and ass. As the fire of pleasure built within me, her gasping breaths told me she was close. I slipped a finger into her ass and set her off. Seeing and hearing her delight, I let myself go and filled her. She collapsed into a sweet heap on top of me. I could feel her heart rapidly beating against my chest. I wrapped my arms around her slender back, feeling content.
* * *
It was four months later and I had quite forgotten my discussions of fantasies with Margo. She left a message on my cell phone one morning. I smiled when I saw her number, remembering that Thursday was approaching. I called her back.
“Yes, my sweet,” I said.
“Hello, my love. Meet me at the Vincent Hotel, room 216, Thursday night at eight-thirty. I have a most intriguing surprise for you.”
“Really? Won’t you give me a hint?”
“Then it won’t be a surprise. All I can say is that it will be a night you’ll never forget.”
I could feel my groin responding to her words. She’d never disappointed me before. After hanging up with her, my mind raced through several different scenarios as I wondered what was in store for me. The anticipation was overwhelming, and I could hardly wait for the following evening.
By the time I got home that night, I was still aroused. I had stopped to pick up a bottle of chilled wine for dinner. Carrie greeted me at the door and I handed it to her.
“What’s the occasion?”
“A tiny celebration of my love for you?”
Her large, blue eyes twinkled. “I didn’t know we needed a special occasion for that.”
“Actually, we don’t. I just felt the wine would be a nice touch,” I said, taking her into my arms and kissing her.
During dinner, we sat opposite each other. Carrie sipped her wine as she kicked off her shoes and got more comfortable. I noticed a wicked little smile form on her face as she began to stroke the inside of my thigh with her toes. Those toes moved higher until they reached the tip of my cock.
“Is my honey horny?” I asked.
“More than you can imagine.”
“What would you like to do about it?”
“Slow-dance.”
I got up, walked over to our CDs and selected one from our make-out collection. A moment later, music filled the room and Carrie was in my arms, her lithe body molded to mine.
We began to move to the music. My attention was drawn to her pelvis pressing against my hardness. I cupped her bottom as she fitted herself around me. Her hair smelled like a bouquet of freshly picked flowers. I tiptoed my fingers through it. I felt her wetness through her summer shift and panties. I lowered my mouth and began to kiss the tops of her heaving breasts.
Reaching underneath her dress, I slipped a finger into her panties and teased her clit. She moved her bottom around it, obviously desiring more. To accommodate her, I slipped her panties down and she stepped out of them. We continued to move to the music.
I unzipped her shift so I could free her breasts and fasten my mouth on one. A moment later she pulled away and stepped out of her dress. Her hands fumbled with my zipper and she released my aching cock. I backed her up against the sitting-room wall and lifted her onto my rigid tool. I hammered into her. She twisted her fingers in my hair. Her breaths were nearly gasps as I felt her body begin to convulse. She moaned in pleasure and I came, shooting warm jets of cum into her.
Carrie smiled contentedly as she slipped her slender arms about my neck.
“I love you, darling,” I said, meaning every word.
She smiled knowingly.
* * *
I knocked on 216. Margo, clad in a sheer flowered robe and wearing a mask, whipped the door open.
“Why the mask?”
“To heighten the pleasure. Sex with a stranger, the ultimate fantasy.”
“But I already know it’s you.”
“True. But you don’t know the third member of our ménage à trois,” she said, handing me a drink.
My heart leapt. She’d remembered my fantasy. And in her own clever way was putting an exciting spin on it.
She led me into the dark room lit only by a candle on either side of the bed. Stretched out on the king-size bed was her matching book-end. Another long-legged woman with black hair was dressed in the same manner.
Margo interrupted my thoughts. “I want to establish certain ground rules.”
“All right.”
“First, don’t try to remove the other woman’s mask. Don’t try to engage her in any form of conversation, either. She’s not going to talk to you. Second, you’ve got to obey my commands. Do you think you can go along with that?”
I nodded.
“Good,” Margo said. “Let the game begin!”
A moment later the other woman joined her and together they removed all my clothing, ignoring my stiff rod, which greeted them both. They pushed me onto the bed and proceeded to tie my wrists to the bedposts. My pulse began to race. Could they hear my heart beating?
The women divided my body up according to some imaginary line. They began to plant kisses
on my thighs, their lips and tongues working in unison, moving upward, driving me crazy. I longed to touch them, but when I tried, my restraints only tightened. They met at my cock and shared it by licking and stroking it with their tongues. I was fully aroused.
Jealously, I watched as their tongues touched and they began kissing each other. I wanted to be a part of it, and yet, they ignored me. Margo slipped the robe off the other woman’s shoulders. Her breasts were large and luscious with nipples that begged to be suckled. Margo teased one into a firm bud with her tongue as she fanned the nipple of the other. I felt like a voyeur, spying on them, and my mouth went dry. My cock ached as the mystery woman sighed. She in turn opened Margo’s robe and stroked her breasts one at a time, before slowly running her tongue over one nipple, then the other. My prick twitched in envy. The two women had become lost in each other, seeming to forget about me.
Margo stood and let her robe drop to the floor. The other woman did the same. They both climbed naked onto the bed and knelt face to face. Then, arms about each other, they began to kiss, tonguing each other as their kisses became more passionate. I was nearly hypnotized by their show, which I came to realize was all for me. And I was enjoying every blessed, torturous moment.
Margo lay back and the other woman began to tongue her glistening cunt, teasing her clit as she reached up to touch her breasts. Margo slipped two fingers into the other woman’s pussy. I watched as she gyrated around it. It wasn’t long before Margo climaxed and they switched positions.
I feasted my eyes on the spectacle unfolding before me. My cock had remained painfully rigid the entire time and desperately needed some attention. I feared it was merely going to be a coupling and not a threesome.
Finally the two women seemed to remember that I was in the room and shifted their attention to me. The mystery woman began to suck my cock as Margo held on to the backboard and lowered herself over my face. The smell and taste of her pussy juice was intoxicating and I found myself lapping it up like a hungry puppy.
I exploded in the mystery woman’s mouth almost immediately and she sucked my prick dry nearly the same time that Margo came and covered my face with her love juice. Finally the women released me from my restraints.
Feeling like a child let loose in a candy shop, I was finally free to indulge. The stranger’s body was pure poetry. She had long, silky limbs that met at a smoothly shaved pussy that glimmered in the light. I buried my head in her hot snatch. Margo took my flaccid cock and began to breathe new life into it.
I rolled over onto my back. The woman took my cue by kneeling over my mouth and tongue. This gave Margo room to lower herself down onto my rejuvenated tool. With her incredible muscles she was able to snap her snatch tightly around me, and she rode me as if I were an Arabian stallion. I was surprised at my own response, for I could feel another climax building.
They say timing is everything. Perhaps the three of us gave new meaning to that old adage, for we all seemed to explode within moments of one another. The stranger above me threw her head back as her breath was broken into long, shuddering pants. When she did that I thought about Carrie. Suddenly feeling guilty, I swept that thought from my mind.
Margo had already gotten off me and was pouring wine into three glasses. The other woman had slid down my chest and was gazing up at me.
“You were wonderful,” I said. “Thank you for joining Margo and me tonight.”
“You’re welcome,” she said, turning on the light. Then she eased off her mask and black wig, shaking out her full head of long, blond hair.
I gasped. It was my own wife, Carrie!
DEVIL OR ANGEL
I parked my car and once more checked the address Diana had given me. The swanky building across the street had to be it. On a nurse’s salary, she must cut corners to afford the rent. I went inside and was greeted by a uniformed doorman.
“Good evening, sir. May I help you?”
“I’m here to visit Diana Golden.”
“One moment please,” he said, stepping around his desk to the phone.
I watched him discreetly speak into the phone and replace it in its holder. “Just take the elevator to the top floor.”
I thanked him and proceeded toward the elevator. The elevator was quick and opened onto a floor with only one door. Was this a penthouse apartment? I wondered as I approached the door. I was about to knock when I noticed the door was ajar. I guessed it had something to do with the surprise Diana had mentioned, as if seeing this apartment wasn’t surprise enough. Pushing the door fully open, I went inside, but stopped dead in my tracks when I heard “Get down on your knees, slave!” followed quickly by the unmistakable sound of a whip slapping flesh. At first I thought the voice was coming from a skin flick on the TV. Not that my sweet Diana would ever watch such stuff. But when the voice commanded “Closer, bitch!” I realized it was Diana. And that, I found totally unbelievable.
I should know—I’d been dating Diana for nearly three months. As far as I was concerned, she was an angel. Kind, gentle and always ready to help someone. In fact, when I’d first opened my eyes in the hospital after being involved in a nasty auto accident, her beautiful, angelic face, with its smooth café-au-lait skin, finely sculpted high cheekbones and smiling, soft-brown doe eyes, was the first thing I’d seen. And she wasn’t only a pretty face.
As she’d bent over me to dab at the perspiration on my brow, my eyes fell to the rise of her ample breasts swelling above her bra. She wore a fresh scent that reminded me of a rose garden. I felt a stirring in my groin, letting me know at least that part of my anatomy was still in working order.
I remember trying to lift my head, but the room had begun to swim around me. “Whoa…when did I get on the merry-go-round?”
“You’ve had a bad concussion. You’ll feel much better if you don’t try to sit up.”
She had a sweet, soothing voice and such gentle, caring hands. Seeing her had been what made my short stay in the hospital tolerable.
That tender scene in my memory was rudely pushed aside when I heard Diana distinctly command, “Pleasure me, bitch!”
I followed the sounds to a bedroom and peered through a half-open door. When my brain translated what my eyes saw, I stood there rooted to the floor in shock.
Diana was dressed in an outrageous outfit of black leather and latex. She wore a garter belt with fishnet stockings, and leather boots with six-inch spike heels that looked lethal. I couldn’t miss the ugly, thick, metal-studded collar around her slender neck. She wore black leather gloves and held a nasty-looking whip. A skin-tight latex corset with cut-outs for her breasts finished off the outfit. One of her long legs rested on a chair, exposing her pussy. Her black hair was loose and wild-looking, while her lips were like two blood-red gashes. She hardly resembled the sweet Diana I knew and loved.
On all fours on the floor in front of her was a dark-haired woman wearing only pink garters and fishnet stockings. Around her neck was a thick, spiked dog collar that was attached to a leash. Her more-than-ample bare ass bore a pattern of angry red stripes.
“That’s it, slave, make me come.”
I watched as the woman licked and sucked Diana’s clit. The expression on Diana’s face was sheer, self-absorbed pleasure. Suddenly I found myself being turned on. So this was the big surprise Diana had been hinting at. Yeah, it was a real surprise, all right—a shock was more like it.
My mind reeled back to the other night as we’d cuddled in the afterglow of our sweet lovemaking. We had met at a motel centrally located between both our jobs. “Let’s do something different next Saturday,” she’d said.
“Like what?” I was open to suggestions.
Her face brightened and a secretive smile completed the transformation.
“What?” I asked again.
Her smile grew. And so did my curiosity. But all she said was, “Come to my place on Saturday night.”
“What do you have in mind?” I really wanted to know at this point.
“It’s a surprise,” she said with a mischievous glint in her eye.
I gave her my best “please tell me or I’ll die” look, but it didn’t work. Finally she’d ended the conversation with, “If I told you, it wouldn’t be a surprise, would it?”
Now, as I stood rooted to the floor like some Peeping Tom, my thoughts were racing. Why hadn’t I detected this side of Diana? Half of me was repelled by what I saw, and half was aroused. Maybe I should turn around and just get out of here. A tiny voice in the back of my head told me it would be the right thing to do. It was my cock, however, straining painfully against my jeans, that had the deciding vote, silencing that tiny voice of reason.
I’d been so deep in thought I hadn’t realized Diana was staring at me. She’d probably known I’d been there all along and had put on the little show for my benefit. However, I wasn’t prepared to become part of the act. Therefore, when she barked an order at me, it took me by surprise.
“Get those clothes off!” she commanded.
Because I hadn’t realized the order was directed at me, I didn’t react at first. An angry sounding “Now!” roused me to action. I took off my leather jacket and nearly freaked when I heard her say, “Show me your big white cock.”
Diana would never speak to me like that. I felt strange—this entire scene was becoming way too weird. I couldn’t fathom how I could be feeling so aroused and yet so…vulnerable. Especially now that Diana had kicked the kneeling woman to the side and was giving me her undivided attention.
As my jeans hit the floor and I stepped out of them, Diana ordered the other woman to look at me. When she didn’t obey quickly enough, Diana grabbed a handful of her hair and yanked her head up.
“Look how big and hard his cock is. You want to have that big white cock inside you, don’t you?”
In a small, trembling voice, the dark-haired woman replied, “Y-yes, Mistress.”
Diana’s eyes were cold, hard stones, yet they burned right through me when she told me to put my penis in the other woman’s mouth. I was still half wondering if I was dreaming and hesitated. I also hesitated because deep down inside I knew this would be the last chance I had to split before I got in over my head. Diana didn’t like that one bit. I was still arguing with myself when the decision was taken away from me. With unbelievable speed and agility, she whipped my buttocks. “You dare defy me?” And then she whipped me again.