by Autumn Sand
“Oh, don’t worry, you’re just a casual observer and will not be participating…that is, unless you want to. Do you? Would you like to participate? Would you like to touch yourself while we explore? Maybe your partner can touch you instead. Feel free to—all of that and more is welcome. Matter of fact, we encourage it. We want you coming… and coming… and coming again. But the most important thing before we walk through that first door is to have fun, sip champagne, and don’t forget to touch yourself whenever the mood strikes you. I know I will.
“We welcome you all to Club Forbidden.”
Door One
Jan
I place my plate in the dishwasher and close the door. The loud ticking of the kitchen clock on the wall breaks the monotonous silence of the tiny apartment I’ve lived in for the last five years. My cell phone beeps on the counter. I reach for it and stare at the lit-up screen.
Deb: Jan, are you ready? The show will start soon.
I read her message and smile. She knows I’m ready for the show. I look forward to it each week; my little guilty pleasure only she knows about. I bang out the quick reply.
Me: You know it. I was just about to grab my glass of wine and head to the living room to watch.
Her response is lightning fast.
Deb: Good, I’ve been waiting for this all week too. I can’t wait. Gotta go and finish up before showtime.
Me: Absolutely, go do what you have to do, and I’ll see you later.
Deb: ’Kay.
I place the phone back on the counter and start the dishwasher, then open the cabinet and pull out a wine glass. I pull out a bottle of wine from the fridge that I’ve had chilling for an hour, just for this moment. When I enter the living room, I place the glass and bottle on the windowsill next to the large comfortable chair where I usually sit during the show. I flip off the living room light, making the room instantly dark, with just a sliver of light coming from the kitchen. The street lights outside sparkle like diamonds from the window’s view. I grab the television remote and turn off the TV. I usually prefer silence when the show is on.
Finally, I’m seated in my favorite chair, facing the window. Excitement courses through me as I wait for the show to begin. I look at my watch, then stare at the building across the yard from my own, and wait.
One of my neighbors is walking his dog outside, and a couple a few yards away from him are making out. I reach for my bottle opener and open the chilled wine.
I’m pouring a glassful of my favorite Shiraz when my neighbor from the apartment in the adjacent building stands and walks towards the door. He takes long quick strides and I grab my binoculars, not wanting to miss a thing. He doesn’t look through the peephole like most city people would do, but instead, instantly opens the door, pulling her in, and they kiss with a maddening passion that causes something inside of me to stir back to life.
He paws at her like a carnal animal that is ready to devour her. She does the same in equal fervor, both of them in desperation of want and need of each other. She stops momentarily and pushes him away, then flips her long black hair over her shoulder. He pouts for a second and returns to her with desperation in his eyes. She slaps him; he looks at her in shock as she stands in her pointed heels and laughs. Anger flashes across his face, then he slaps her back. Her hand flies to her cheek and her eyes well with unshed tears. He walks over and reaches out to touch her, but she smacks his hand away and backs herself against the wall. A look of shock comes over her face when she realizes she has nowhere else to hide, or even run. He places his hands on either side of her head and leans in, licking her chin, and her eyes flicker. With her fuck-me shoes on, she comes to a little less than shoulder height to him and his towering frame. His muscles flex in the tight white material of his shirt.
He flicks his tongue over her earlobe, the tiny stud disappearing into his hot mouth, and her legs begin to quiver. He takes his hand and opens one button, exposing the top of her bra and the place where she has a tiny rose tattoo, while he licks the side her neck. Another button; he licks the other side, leaving her skin glistening after each swipe of his tongue. The last button pops free and he pushes down the material, slowly exposing her shoulder. He licks but this time takes a tiny nip, marking her skin.
She reaches her hand up and grabs his curly dark hair in her fist, as her eyes close and her mouth parts, exposing the whites of her teeth. Now the other shoulder is exposed, and he doesn’t take long to move to it and continue to work his magic. She wipes the back of her hand against the tiny beads of sweat that have formed above her brow. Her chest rises and falls in quick succession.
I lift my drink again to my lips and pout when I realize it’s empty. I don’t want to look away for fear I might miss something. I reach out blindly for the bottle but miss and knock all of its contents to the floor in a puddled mess. I inwardly groan at the loss of my expensive wine, but as quickly as I dropped it, it is forgotten as I concentrate on the scene playing out before me.
He kisses the side of her neck and her head falls back. Her eyes close and she bites her bottom lip.
My dick strains against my pants, and I can’t take the pressure anymore. I place the binoculars down and rise to set free my throbbing erection. I undo my pants and let them fall to the floor around my ankles. My boxers soon join my pants. My dick was hard all day thinking about this. I couldn’t concentrate at work and made a few mistakes on my boss’s report because I couldn’t get my goddamn mind off what is about to take place tonight. I wrap my hand around my dick and begin to stroke, long and hard, precum coating the tip of my finger as I rub my thumb around the head. I close my eyes and pretend for a moment it’s her mouth on my dick instead of just my hand.
When I open my eyes, I see the two of them lying on the couch. She, in her purple lace bra and matching lace panties, and he, in his boxer briefs. She wraps her hands around his waist and plays with the band of his briefs as she kisses him.
I realize I forgot my other items and step around my articles of clothing, quickly walking to the bedroom to grab the lotion and towel, then hurrying back to the show. I take my seat and place my recently acquired items at my sides and lift the binoculars back to my eyes.
Her head is tilted towards the window as she slides his briefs over the round of his ass cheeks. I feel as if she can see me and I drop my binoculars for a moment, my heart pounding feverishly in my chest.
Thump, thump. Thump, thump. Thump, thump.
Pills, pills, I need my pills. I rise and run to the bedroom for a second time. I find the prescription and swallow the tiny tablet that dissolves in my mouth, quickly regulating my broken heart. The heart that can’t be repaired, and given only a few months to live. I promised myself then that I would live my life to the fullest. When I left the doctor’s office that day, I tossed aside any propriety I had, and I emerged a happier man. Whatever people in polite social circles consider forbidden, I now enjoy partaking in or watching. If only I had done this shit years ago—so many fucking years wasted.
Ahh, my show. I need to get back. I walk back to the living room and take the best seat in the house, binoculars in hand.
She is now naked and on her knees, while he fucks her mouth with all ten fucking thick inches of himself. His ass cheeks clench as her jaw muscles work their fucking magic on him. He places one hand on top of her head and guides her deeper. Her eyes snap open at the sudden deepness down her throat, and tears drip down the side of her eye, but she doesn’t stop. I envy him in every way imaginable.
I reach for the lotion and pump the cream onto my hands, then toss the bottle to the floor. The lotion is cool against my hot cock. I hiss when my fingers slide up and down in slick motions. Holding the binoculars with one hand and my dick in the other, I feel like fucking King Kong right now.
She fingers her clit as she sucks him, taking him deeper and ever deeper. A look of surprise crosses her face when he suddenly pulls out and ejaculates his warm seed on her face. He pumps himself a few more times,
his release falling on his thighs and legs. From her kneeling position on the floor, she looks up at him, smiles, and then stands. He reaches over to turn the lamp out, but she stops him and lays on the couch, her legs open and waiting for him.
Her eyes close as she fingers herself with one hand and touches her breasts with the other. He watches, just mere inches from her as he strokes his dick back to life again. He goes from semi-erect to hard in just four strokes. He places himself over her, his heavy dick standing strong and ready. She spreads her legs wider, her pussy eager and ready for him.
His thigh muscles flex as he slowly guides himself down and into her heat. Her back arches up, and he takes a pink erect nipple into his mouth. Her hands reach up and grasp his shoulders as he pistons into her in long, fluid motions.
He is rough with his attack, grabbing her by the hair and yanking, exposing her neck that is now peppered with red heat marks. As if he was a vampire, he attacks her neck with the same vigor he attacks her pussy.
Fuck, I’m close. I’m so fucking close. I can feel that delicious pull in my gut, going all the way down to my dick. My testicles begin to tighten. Yeah, so fucking close.
She reaches her finger in between them to rub her clitoris as he jackhammers into her in a relentless attack. Yeah, this is a fucking attack, and he ain’t taking any prisoners. Her mouth falls open as her orgasm hits her in a wave, and her eyes roll to the back of her head.
He pumps into her some more, and her arms flail as if to say she can’t take any more. Yeah, take that fucking dick, you fucking whore, take it. He suddenly collapses on top of her as my dick shoots off a motherload.
“Fuuuuccckkkk.” I groan out my release, my dick still pulsing out cum, all over the wall and my legs. I settle into my chair, too exhausted to move, and my eyes settle on my binoculars on the floor.
I look across the courtyard and see her rise from the couch, slowly gathering her clothes as he lays on the couch, dick in his hand, watching her get dressed. Disappointment floods me as I realize the show is over and I too should get dressed. I use the towel to wipe down the wall, gather my belongings, and head to the bathroom to take a shower.
When I step under the hot spray of water, I feel relaxed and back to life again. I lean my head against the shower walls, allowing the hot pelts of water to hit my back. I stand like this for a long time, lost in my own thoughts, when I feel a cold draft in the bathroom. Then I hear the sliding of the shower door.
I feel her arms around my waist from behind. She kisses my neck, smelling like him.
“You enjoyed the show?” my wife murmurs in my ear.
A slow smile spreads across my lips as I turn around and kiss her neck. “You fucking bet I did.”
“He said he can’t make it next week, but he can do it the week after.”
I nod and kiss the top of her head. “No problem. I’ll write it into the schedule.”
Thank you to all of my readers who took the time to read this book. This is absolutely my favorite part. Well, it’s my second favorite, the first being typing “The End.”
I could never thank these people enough who have helped me make this happen. It takes an army to build a book, trust me it does, and I am very blessed to have a wonderful team of people behind me. A round of applause to my PA, Becky Hensley and my Admin, Tracy Willoughby, both of whom have been a tremendous help to me with brainstorming and everything else that goes into making these books come to life.
A warm hug to Jennifer Reynolds who is not only my PA but a trusted friend. Thanks to Ronin Anderson for everything he has done for me throughout the years and, of course, all of the laughs we have on our designated drinking nights! To Tina Spurlock of Page Turner, for being such an incredible friend that I am blessed to have. To Jenn Wood, who is not only my editor but also a good friend and supporter. Colleen Noyes of Itsy-Bitsy Book Bits—thank you for being patient with me as I pushed back the release of this book more times than either of us can count.
Of course, I have to thank my street team, Autumn’s Twisted Sisters, and my fan group, Autumn’s Twisted Hearts! What an incredible group these ladies are. They are very supportive, and I love them to pieces.
As I get older, I learn, and I grow each day, but one thing I’ll never grow out of is my need for my mom. My heart is full of thanks and appreciation for her and for standing behind me. Last but not least, I can’t forget my cheering squad, Carl Kent from Powersmith Studios, Richard Rauch, and Danny Chin.
Best,
Autumn
Autumn Sand lives in Brooklyn, New York with her mother. She works as an Inventory Manager by day and writes the tales that entertain readers at night. Autumn stumbled onto writing at the suggestion of a friend during a particularly trying time in her life. In what started out as an outlet to keep her mind off of a life problem, she found genuine love and affection for the craft of writing and the connection she gets with her readers.
When not writing, Autumn loves hanging out with her friends and having a laugh at either herself or things that amuse her in life. She is rarely without her Jack and Coke in hand.
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