SECRET Revealed

by L. Marie Adeline

  “You’re gorgeous, you know that? Your skin, your ass …” he said, turning me to face him again, my breasts hovering over his face, and me so drenched by then, it was all I could do to restrain myself from climbing on him. And yet I was seized with something like … the giggles.

  “What’s funny?” he asked, his brown eyes looking up at me, his scratchy chin against my stomach.

  “You. This,” I said, now laughing openly, my hands in his hair, that hair.

  “You’re laughing at me?” he asked, collapsing back into the chair to lift his hips to strip off his jeans.

  “Oh, I don’t mean funny haha.”

  He smiled, pulling off his sweatshirt. For a fifty-something man, he was lean, not too muscular, just fit. I noticed white tufts of hair amid the black fur across his chest, beneath which his skin was burnished and tawny. His cock was among the nicest I’d seen, cut and fierce. He wrapped a hand around his erection, his eyes dancing across my body.

  “Touch yourself, Solange,” he said.

  You can do this. My hand traveled slowly down over my stomach, which I was tensing, sucking in. I tried not to think of the dozens of supermodels this man would have seen writhing naked beneath him. How many were mothers? How many had stretch marks? Were over forty? Had that awful red mark around their tummies from wearing control-top panties?

  Yet nothing in the MMS’s demeanor suggested he was anything less than pleased with what he was seeing. My fingers slid inside me. I closed my eyes; his attention too intense by now.

  You can do this. I opened my eyes again and followed his lead, becoming the assertive, sexy woman he assumed I was. As my frenzied fingers worked their magic, he took a condom out of that same little drawer and quickly slipped it on his thick cock. He slid down a little more on the chair, motioning me closer with his hand.

  “I want you to fuck me, Solange,” he said, as I straddled his firm thighs, my fingers getting lazy. I don’t think I have ever wanted something more; every ounce of me, from my hardened nipples to my weakened knees, wanted to fuck this man, to get him inside of me. I hovered over him for a few seconds, my fingers centering his tip beneath the opening of my wet slit. His fingers pressing the flesh on my thighs, he guided me down, and I sank around him, throbbing with every inch I took in. His mouth formed an O of utter astonishment, his brow knitted with the concentration of a man taking in every ounce of pleasure and committing it to memory, like he was filming this with his eyes, filing it away. I began to rise and fall, feeling his shaft press against my front wall where my g-spot, so often elusive, seemed to swell and awaken.

  “Look at you … fucking me,” he said, his hand giving me a light slap on my left cheek while his hips thrust up into me.

  I lost myself in the tide of hard and soft sensations, his cock pressing against that deep part of me, over and over, until he began to bring me to the brink of release. His hands traveled down to my hips, his fingertips raking my flesh as he fucked me harder, or maybe I was fucking him. All I know is the harder he gripped my hips, rocking my clit over his groin, the more difficult it became to fight back the tide that was washing over my body and mind.

  “Christ, you’re fucking gorgeous,” he growled, reaching up to cup my breast with one hand, while his other thumb stroked my fat clit just so. And then I felt the first spasm coming fast after that, my skin burning, my head rolling back, as another wave, a bigger, wider one, took me higher, to a new place of pleasure, where all I could do was laugh as he thrust into me, his hard cock cutting into the very core of me, his expression almost triumphant.

  What else can I call it but cuddling? That’s what we did after we fucked one more time on the hotel rug, pulling a coverlet beneath us, followed by more sex in the shower, where he explored my sore pussy with that famous mouth of his. Sated, we cuddled in the tufted king-sized bed in the other room of that luxurious suite, interrupted only when Room Service called back to confirm what kind of cake he had ordered a few minutes earlier.

  “I don’t know, all the cake,” the MMS said, rolling his eyes at me.

  Later, after he fed me a bite of chocolate layer cake, a nibble of strawberry pie, and a sliver of passion fruit cheesecake, he got up and fished around in the pockets of his discarded clothes. He returned to my side, theatrically placing a small purple box in the center of my naked belly.

  “And the winner is …” he whispered, lifting the gold foil lid. “You.”

  While he made the sound of a crowd going wild, I gently plucked out my Step Six charm, clutching it to my chest in an exaggerated display of gratefulness.

  “For me? Oh thank you, thank you so much,” I crooned. “And I’d like to thank the Academy, and of course my agent, and all the lawyers you generally have to thank in these situations, and the little people, of course …”

  “What about your co-star?”

  “Who? Nah, I’m going to take all the credit for this one,” I said, playfully shoving him away from my imaginary spotlight, blowing kisses to my imaginary fans.

  “As well you should, Solange Faraday,” he said, pulling me back into a giggly embrace. “As well you should.”

  CASSIE

  There were three reasons I agreed to help train Ewan for a threesome: 1) Matilda was right. I didn’t have the nerve to put “threesome” on my own fantasy list, despite the fact that it was something I’d always kind of wanted to try; 2) I was attracted to both Ewan, the redhead we’d be training, and Pauline, the S.E.C.R.E.T. member who would be the second woman in our triangle. She was gamine, lean and boyish. In fact, it was her flirty, sexy behavior with her husband at the Café that initially lured me into S.E.C.R.E.T., made me curious, made me want the sexual confidence she had; 3) I wanted to even things out with Jesse after his Step with Solange.

  This was the biggest reason.

  Juvenile, I know, and then Jesse one-upped me again by magnanimously offering to drive me to the Mansion the night of my training session, like it was no big deal to him, like a guy you’re sleeping with should be so generous as to drive you to a place where you’re probably going to have sex with someone else, maybe even with more than one person. He said he had to be at a “thing” in the Garden District anyway, so it was on his way. Ever since he walked in on Will and me sharing that intimate moment a few weeks earlier, Jesse had maintained his policy of waiting for me in his truck. The day of my threesome, I found him a half block over, in front of the bike shop.

  “Hey,” I said, hopping into the cab.

  We said very little on the way to the Mansion. I hadn’t given him much information about what was going on that night. I took S.E.C.R.E.T’s policies on gossip as seriously as he did. But when we pulled up, he asked if I knew whose Audi was in the driveway. I said that it could be my recruit’s.

  “When did you recruit someone?” he asked, throwing the truck into park.

  “Last year, at Audubon Park with Matilda. She had her eye on one guy, and I liked his friend.”

  That’s when I saw it: a subtle hint of jealousy flashed across his face; his nostrils flared, his eyes darted to the ground.

  “Well. You better get a move on,” he said. “Don’t leave Audi guy waiting.”

  I leaned over to give him a kiss just as he turned his head to adjust his side mirror. In another life, my earlier one, I would never have left a guy pouting in a truck. I would have pressed and prodded and found something to apologize for.

  This time I simply said, “Thanks for the ride,” before getting out, shutting the door of his truck and heading into the Mansion.

  For fun, Pauline and I chose the Harem Room, with its arches and columns, dim golden lighting, oceans of throws and pillows, and mattresses the size of area rugs. Pauline was already in the dressing room off the Jacuzzi area when I arrived, a glass of champagne in her hand. The room was small but opulent; dozens of toiletries and perfumes lined the mirrored counter, and there were plush chairs and benches along the walls.

  “You don’t mind if I sip?” she sai
d. “I don’t like being tipsy, just a bit loose.”

  “Fuck no. Good idea,” I said, pouring half a glass from the bottle chilling in a bucket by the sink.

  “You nervous?”

  “Not at all,” I said. I waited a beat. “Yes, I’m nervous. You sure we shouldn’t go with Kit? Or Angela? I mean, we’re supposed to be training him, and I’ve never …”

  She laughed and stepped towards me, the bathrobe gaping open to show her black garters. Her nipples were so pale they were almost invisible over the black lace demicups of the corset.

  “Cassie, trust me. You can’t really fuck this up.”

  I took a big gulp of champagne. Then another one. Pauline pried the glass from my hand.

  “That should just about do it, Cass,” she said, handing me the white lace copy of her outfit. “Put these on. I’ll go in there and warm him up. Give me ten, then I’ll call for you.”

  “Shouldn’t we both go together?”

  “It’s his first threesome. If we both start in on him, it’ll be a bit overwhelming.”

  “Right.”

  She disappeared through the small door leading to the Harem Room. I rolled up my pale silk stockings and dabbed a bit of jasmine oil behind my ears. The champagne helped my body to melt a little, to go liquid with possibility. I dragged my hand across my nerve-racked stomach and let it travel down, watching it in the mirror. I slid a finger along my panty line, then under. I had been thinking about this day for a while, so no wonder I was wet.

  I heard Pauline call my name. I moistened my lips with my tongue, letting my robe fall to the floor.

  If the light in the dressing room was dim, it was practically nonexistent in the Harem Room, save for the dozen or so red candles flickering along the fireplace mantel. I walked in just as Pauline, straddling Ewan, was kissing a gentle path down his neck to his chest, circling a nipple with her tiny, pointed tongue. She looked up and her eyes met mine.

  “Look who’s here,” she whispered to Ewan.

  Eyes glazed, mouth slack, he turned to face me, his expression that of a man scarcely able to believe his continued good fortune.

  “You’re from the park,” he said.

  Pauline continued making her way down his torso, her hands sliding under his jeans, tugging them off. I stepped towards them, remembering now what I had found sexy about him, his bratty smile, his light blue eyes that crinkled at the corners, his freckles, his messy red hair, his incredible soccer-player body.

  “Why don’t you come over here, gorgeous,” he purred, smoothing out a space next to him on the red satin sheets. “We’ve been waiting for you.”

  “That’s good,” Pauline cooed, as he adjusted himself so she could more easily remove his boxers.

  His beautiful erection landed along his thigh with an audible slap. Jesus Murphy. Pauline possessively wrapped her hand around it.

  “Hi,” I whispered, my hands on my hips, looking for my entrance. We knew each other not at all, and yet, from our meeting in the park last summer, to now—I felt proprietary towards Ewan. My heart was pounding. I leaned over and placed my hands on the mattress, then crawled towards him like a leopard to prey, letting him take in the way the corset pressed my breasts together. Ignoring Pauline, I caged his chin with my hand, kissing him fully, my tongue darting in and out of his warm mouth, let my hand trail down to meet Pauline’s hand, as both our fingers firmly danced up and down his cock, her mouth taking in his tip, my fingers getting caught up in her wet lips.

  One of his hands still circled and played with Pauline’s short, cute hair, while his other caressed my stomach, down the front of my panties, and he slid a long, muscular finger inside me. I glanced at Pauline, her mouth on his cock, sucking it, licking it, sending vibrating shocks through his body that I could feel. She stopped every once in a while to give him a bit of instruction.

  “If you like what I’m doing, tell me, darlin’, tell me. Tell me my mouth is magic.”

  “Fuck. It is. Your mouth is magic,” he murmured, looking down at her with astonishment.

  “What do you think of Cassie?”

  “She’s so beautiful,” he said, his eyes turning to take me in.

  I was beside them, on my knees, reaching back to kick off my heels.

  “Do you want to suck her tits? Say it, baby. Tell her to get herself naked like me. You can ask that.”

  “Okay, yeah, take your clothes off, Cassie,” he said.

  “She’s not wearing clothes, babe. She’s wearing lingerie. Why don’t you tell her to strip for you,” Pauline sweetly suggested, her gentle eye-roll perceptible only to me.

  I stood up next to the mattress and rolled down my panties. I let them dangle from my finger inches in front of Pauline. She grabbed them, smiling, and pulled me towards her, while Ewan clasped his hands behind his head. I looked at Pauline’s perfect little mouth. I had never kissed a girl, but how different could it be? As it turns out, it was entirely different. I soon understood why some men liked women so much. Her lips were fluttery, soft and sweet, but they kept me guessing, licking and flicking, sucking and biting my lips. Ewan whimpered involuntarily as he watched Pauline’s kisses make their way down my neck to my breasts. I looked at him, my eyes half closed.

  “Oh god, this is hot!” he said, and it was.

  Pauline stopped what she was doing. “Baby, don’t say ‘This is hot’ like you’re watching us on TV. Say, ‘You are hot.’ You. Use my name, use Cassie’s name. Tell me what I’m doing that’s making you so fucking hard. Have you seen this dick, Cassie? It’s a masterpiece.”

  Ewan groaned and grinned, his hand reaching up to pull me to him, as he told me how bad he wanted me to fuck him, how Pauline was making him crazy. She turned her attention now fully to his erection, kissing and nibbling the tip, while indicating to me to turn mine to his adorable, bliss-smeared face. He lifted my thigh over so that I was straddling him, my knees on either side of his rib cage. It blocked his view of the masterful blowjob Pauline was administering, but his warm hands circled my thighs as he gazed up at me. He lifted me so that I was suspended over his face, while he arched and moaned as Pauline’s oral ministrations brought him close to an orgasm.

  “Holy fuck,” he whispered. He was tortured by this in the best possible way.

  He stretched his hand up towards me.

  “I want your pussy in my mouth, Cassie,” he said. “Let me taste you.”

  My knees nearly buckled as I lowered onto him, his palm catching me, a thumb sliding over my clit as he centered me over his mouth, his tongue flicking me alive. I wanted to come fast, right then and there, my hands on the wall in front of me.

  I threw my head back; this wasn’t going to take long. He dragged his tongue from my back to front, thrusting it into me. I arched, my back to Pauline. His hands were now on my buttocks, squeezing them and rocking my pelvis over his mouth, as my knees dug into the pillows on either side of his face.

  “Feels so good,” I purred.

  Then I felt hands climb up, handling my breasts, but these hands were small and warm, and that’s when I realized Pauline was holding me from behind. As she eased down onto his cock, and he ate my pussy with increasing gratitude, she caressed and pinched my breasts. His deep, pleasurable moans sent waves through my body. She rode him behind me, using my body as leverage. As she fucked him harder and harder, she placed her dizzy, wet fingers on my ass, while Ewan’s tongue fucked me ferociously from the front.

  The rush built at a feverish pace. Too fast, too much.

  “Fuck, yes, yes, oh,” I screamed, my thighs split over Ewan’s face, Pauline’s fingers on me, in me, my whole body buzzing, convulsing, taking and taking, and then I came, hard, and loudly, feeling Ewan’s tongue as he began to lose it too, moaning directly into my body as Pauline rocked an orgasm out of him, taking one for herself as well. We were like a pleasure machine, feeding off one another from all angles. Hands and mouths and skin on skin, slowing to a rhythm, a beat, then a low pulse.

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p; Pauline collapsed against my back, both of us rolling off him, spent and giggly. For a few breathless moments, I lay next to him, my legs tangled in the red sheets, as Pauline curled behind me, her body smooth and small. Ewan lifted a muscular arm and laid it across both of us, protectively, gratefully, as I nestled into his chest. But I couldn’t sleep. I was wide awake.

  I pointed to the door to signal to Pauline that I had to go. She blew me a sleepy kiss. As I pulled the robe around me, I listened to her sweetly debrief Ewan on bits he could improve.

  “… talk about how her skin feels, and don’t just say she’s beautiful. You have to be more specific. Tell her you love her ass, how her mouth is sexy, that kind of thing. And focus more on Solange than on me. I won’t mind. Also, it’s not the time to be astonished. Try to be, like, “Yeah, man, of course two beautiful women are fucking me …”

  I closed the door behind them and bolted for home, anxious for my own bed but buzzing from the top of my head down to my toes. I felt like I had had an expert massage following a vigorous workout. I was glowing, energized and ready for anything.

  SOLANGE

  When I put a threesome on my fantasy list, I meant it, and I was ready and willing when the day came, right up to the moment my hand reached the knob of that door in the Mansion, the one leading to a room where two people, likely a man and a woman, or it could have been two men, or hell, two women for all I knew, were waiting for me on the other side.

  That’s when I froze.

  In the early, heady days of my courtship with Julius, I had brought up the idea of a threesome while we were inside one of our blissful, post-coital bubbles. I remember it was hotter than hell in our little back bedroom. He had just bought an air conditioner, the window-unit kind. After he had fully installed it, brackets and all, he realized the unit was too far from the nearest plug to actually turn it on. He laughed and fell on the bed, pulling me down with him. What I saw as a sad metaphor for a man who never finished a task properly, he saw as funny, and as a chance to get me naked again.