Dirty Erotica Sex Stories

by Jenny Ramshard

  “I like to watch you eat,” I sighed.

  “Where was all this sexual energy last night,” Stacey groaned as she pointed down at the tent in my pajama pants. I shrugged; I didn’t know how to answer. It had only happened a few times, but every now and again I couldn’t perform in the bedroom. It had nothing to do with Stacey, she was perfect. “Do I need to start bringing cereal to bed?”

  “Maybe, I mean it couldn’t hurt, right?” I looked down to see my eggs were burning. I had been lost on those luscious lips for far too long. I scooped the eggs onto a plate and ate them, even though they were terrible. Most of the egg was still stuck to the bottom of the pan. I was always struggling with staying in the moment.

  “So when do you need to leave for work?” Stacey was quizzing me. She assumed I was going to forget everything she had said at the table that morning.

  “3,” I sounded all cocky as I thought I was sure that I had heard that number this morning.

  “We need to be at the airport for three,” Stacey laughed. “Don’t worry, I already told your assistant about our plans. Elisa is going to lead you through the day like always. What would you do without that girl?”

  ***

  Work was going fine. My first two subjects were late, but that was fairly standard. I was billing the magazine by the hour anyway, so I didn’t really care when they showed up. Elisa was keeping me posted on their whereabouts, and she was going to make sure I was on time to the airport. I adjusted the lighting and checked my lens for the third time.

  When the subjects still hadn’t shown up I headed to the craft services table and got a bagel. I was standing there waiting for the toaster to pop when I felt a large hand clamp down on my shoulder.

  “I heard you were heading out for a week or so?” It was Leonardo, an Italian underwear model. I had known him for a long time, but I had only been forced to talk to him after I started dating Stacey. Leonardo had done a few shoots with my wife, and he always seemed eager to talk about it.

  “Yeah, we’re going on vacation,” I said with as much energy as I could muster. I always felt like he was actually stealing my energy from me as we talked. The more exhausted I seemed, the more energized he became. He was like an energy vampire.

  “Surf and sand, or what?” I only nodded to the question, and Leonardo just kept talking. “That’s awesome, get Stacey out in some skimpy bikini. She is such a piece! How did a geek like you ever land a babe like that? Just kidding, but seriously though, you’re batting like three notches above your league.”

  “Thanks? I guess?” I grabbed the bagel as soon as the toaster popped. I had a peanut butter packet and a plastic knife, and I was out of there.

  “Send me a postcard,” Leonardo joked as he started looking over the food spread out on the table. I waved to him without turning around.

  “Are they here yet?” I asked Elisa when I got back to the studio space. Elisa shook her head and shrugged. She was on the phone with one of their managers. When she got off the phone I took her aside. “Do I deserve Stacey?”

  “What does that mean?” Elisa asked as if she didn’t understand the question. “She’s like a ten, and you’re a solid six on looks, but you have a lot of good qualities. You’re very artistic, and you smell nice…” Elisa could see that all of the words after six were not going through.

  “A six?”

  “If you were five inches taller, you’d be an eight,” Elisa said these words as if they meant something good. “You are a great guy, and I would sleep with you, if that helps.”

  I smiled weakly and wandered off to check the equipment for the millionth time. I wasn’t sure why this was hitting me so hard. I had always known that Stacey was beautiful. She was an underwear model, and I was a photographer. In high school I was the tech geek, and she was a cheerleader.

  I tried to put it out of my mind and just focus on work. Eventually the subjects arrived. It was a tall blond woman, and a large black man. Elisa got them into makeup and as I watched them strip down together, I started to feel a tingle in my pants. It happened all the time. I was always trying to make my photo shoots hot. It was my job, and I always told myself that it should turn me on. That was the mark of a hot photo.

  I was feeling the inspirations flowing through me already. “Wow, do you need me to take care of that?” Elisa said as she pointed to the boner that was displacing my jeans. I started to feel the heat rising in my cheeks.

  “That was a one-time thing,” I reminded Elisa. “I just needed to get through the rest of the day.”

  “Stacey understood,” Elisa laughed. “It was just a hand job, and what’s a handy between friends?” Elisa laughed again, and I couldn’t help myself, I laughed too. It was a marathon work day, and I really felt like I was going to explode. I called Stacey, but she was at fashion show. The handy from my assistant was actually Stacey’s suggestion.

  “That was a desperate situation,” I sighed. This situation was actually reminding me of that one. There was something about the contrasting skin tones and the rippling muscles that got me going. I started adjusting the lighting again, but this time I really wanted to highlight that contrast. I was excited about the photoshoot and it seemed to put my marital problems out of my head for the time being.

  We finished the shoot and I was rushed out the door and into a waiting taxi. Stacey was already there with all of our bags. I just had to meet her at the airport. I was still worked up, and I was hoping that it would last until we got to the hotel.

  Chapter 2

  “The flight was pretty uneventful,” I said as we got into the taxi.

  “You took a Gravol and slept through the whole thing,” Stacey laughed as she loaded the trunk of the cab. The car itself was an old beater, and I caught the driver staring at Stacey’s ass. I had already caught a lot of guys staring at her. Stacey was 5’10”, blonde, and her pale skin really made her stand out in this crowd.

  “What is with you today?” Stacey sighed as we got out of the cab. “You’re even more spaced out than usual.”

  “I was just thinking about something,” I said as we walked into the hotel. I was busy checking in as a young bell hop chatted up my wife. I was having a hard time focusing as the brazen kid; he had to be 18, flirted with my wife right in front of me. Stacey was eating it up. She loved the attention.

  “Bobby will show you to your room,” the front desk clerk said as he rang the bell. He rang it again when Bobby didn’t even turn away from Stacey.

  “Oh, yes sir, no problem, mon,” Bobby said as he ran over to grab the bags. He was getting quite a look from his supervisors.

  I looked over at Stacey and I could see the flush in her cheeks. “Come on, let’s get to the room,” she sighed as I looked at her. She was clearly into Bobby, and I felt that twitch in my pants again.

  Bobby would not leave the room at first. He took an extra-long time showing Stacey all of the knobs in the shower, and how to work the appliances in the kitchen. We had a fully loaded suite. “Just call for Bobby if you need anything.” He was finally out the door.

  It was only noon, but I was still feeling drowsy. I wanted to take a nap before I did anything else. “That’s fine,” Stacey called from the bathroom. She came out in her string bikini. “I will be at the pool when you’re done.”

  I was going to ask her if she wanted to nap with me, but she didn’t wait for a reply. Stacey was out the door. She didn’t even wear a wrap. She was just headed to walk through the hotel in an outfit that covered less than most underwear. She was going to walk through a lobby where all of the men had barely been able to keep their eyes off her in jeans.

  Just thinking about all of the men staring at my wife was getting me hard. I tried to stop thinking about it, but I could just see her walking through the lobby. Bobby would offer to help her with anything that she needed. Suddenly, the image shifted and I was thinking about Bobby and Stacey as they rolled around on the very bed that I was laying on.

  I took off my pants,
and started to rub my cock, I was lying to myself as I tried to pretend I was just adjusting at first. The more I thought about Bobby and Stacey, the more I couldn’t stop adjusting. It was a horrible thought really; I mean, that was my wife. It was scary to think that she might find more pleasure with another man, but it was also exciting, and shameful, which is always exciting.

  “You’re so much bigger than my husband,” dream Stacey was saying. Her breasts were swaying to the rhythm of Bobby’s thunderous thrusts. She had her back arched properly, and then her eyes locked on mine; they were lost in a sea of ecstasy.

  That was all it took. I was done, but I hadn’t really made a plan. I had gotten it all over my boxers and the jeans that I hadn’t taken all the way off. It was a really soppy mess. I got cleaned up and got into a bathing suit and headed out to the pool.

  I was nervous as I got in the elevator. I wasn’t sure what I was going to see when I got down to the pool. Stacey had never given me any reason not to trust her. I had no idea why I was getting so worked up. Her sex with Bobby was something that was happening in my head, but it felt so real. I almost believed that it was happening, and as worried as I was, it was definitely making me hard.

  I got to the pool. It was a huge pool that snaked and curved around the lavishly decorated patio area. It looked better than the brochure. I scanned the seats for Stacey, but then I saw a huge crowd of guys near the swim-up bar. I only needed to see them to know what was behind that wall of black guys.

  “So how could he just let you come down here lookin’ like that?” I couldn’t see the man saying the words, but his voice was deep, and I almost lost my nerve. I tried to get through the throng, but no one was moving for me.

  “Just need to get a drink, guys,” I said, but that only got a looks of derision. I looked around the side of a big man.

  “He trusts me,” I heard her voice. Stacey was saying the right things, but I could hear the flirty tone in her voice. She was enjoying having all of these men crowded around her. I gave up on trying to get through the crowd and I got out to walk to the back of the bar.

  “But does he trust me,” I heard the man say. Every time he spoke I felt myself shake and tingle. I could feel the sexual energy in every syllable.

  I wanted to get into the pool again, but I couldn’t face this guy. I could already feel the heat rising in my cheeks. I was only going to make things worse. I looked around and then I found a lounge chair off to the side of the bar. I could still see both of them, but I was behind a fern, and I was pretty sure they couldn’t see me.

  “Why, what are you going to do to me?” Stacey added a little giggle to the end of that sentence that almost got me there. She was thinking about what this man could do to her, and how he would make her feel. I could see it in her face. Suddenly I wished I had my camera and a telephoto lens. The moment was so perfect.

  I would’ve titled the photo ‘Predator vs. Prey.’ He was leaning forward, and his smile seemed aggressive, and hungry. Stacey had her arms up on the bar, and she was letting her butt bob in the water behind her, with only a tiny little string keeping the hunter from his prize. I could see his eyes taking in her form.

  I got out my phone and I took a photo of them. I had the sound turned off, and I knew that they wouldn’t hear me. Their eyes were locked on each other. I took a few more shots.

  “Sir, you aren’t allowed to sneak photos of guests here,” a waiter said, he had come up from behind me.

  “You don’t understand, that’s my wife,” I said in a hushed voice, but then I saw the man talking to my wife look over at me. He smiled and I ran. I was not about to explain any of this to anyone. I didn’t see if Stacey saw me. I decided it was best if I went back to the room and lay down.

  Chapter 3

  “Are you okay honey?” Stacey said as she came back into the room. She was still a little wet as she lay on the bed and gave me a kiss. “What did I just step in?”

  “My pants got wet,” I lied terribly. “I was splashing my face with water and feeling a little disoriented.” I was kicking myself for leaving the dirty pants on the floor.

  “Well, are you feeling better now?” Stacey asked.

  “Yeah, I am ready to go get some food,” I suggested. I just wanted to stay away from the pool.

  “Great!” Stacey seemed way too excited for the outburst to be about food. Stacey barely ate food. She ate the green crap the food eats. “I just got invited to go see a live band at a club just down the road. Apparently they have great food.”

  I was going to protest, because I had a feeling I knew who was meeting us at this club, but I couldn’t explain my objections without telling her about the pool and the pictures, and likely the real reason that my pants were wet.

  We got to the club. It looked like a barn from the outside, but the large windows had all been thrown open and it had that makeshift look that gives a place the traditional island feel. I was trying to come up with an argument, but normally I was the one leading us to places like this, out of some weird obsession with authenticity.

  “Isn’t this place perfect?” Stacey was loving it. She looked amazing in her little yellow sun dress, and I tried to smile. This perfect creature was on my arm. I should be the happiest man in the world. We walked into the club and grabbed a table. The tables and chairs didn’t match at all. It really was perfect.

  “What is the name of the band?” I asked. Stacey shrugged

  “They’re called Perfect Sunrise,” it was the man from the pool. He grabbed a chair and sat at our table. Stacey moved over slightly for the man and I could see she was excited. “Simon.”

  “Lawrence,” I said, I took Simon’s hand, but my fingers didn’t reach all the way to end of his palm so he crushed my hand when he shook it.

  “Sorry, about that, Larry, I hope I didn’t hurt you,” Simon said the words, but he didn’t look very sorry at all. “Stacey tells me you’re a photographer; she showed me some of your work. It’s most intriguing.”

  “Yeah, I do mostly magazine stuff right now,” I said as I watched Simon eye fuck my wife. “That’s where the money is, but I’ve done hundreds of gallery shows as well.”

  “You’re an artist,” Simon smiled as he looked at me for the first time since he sat at the table. “I would love to see the pictures you got this afternoon by the pool.”

  “What?” Stacey and I said the same word, but the tone was totally different. She was confused and I was mortified.

  “You were by the pool?” Stacey seemed to be putting things together in her head. “Why didn’t you come see me?”

  “I was going to, but I…”

  “But hotel security got him out of the pool area for taking pictures of us,” Simon said as if he was laying down a straight flush.

  “It was a misunderstanding,” I tried to explain. “You looked so perfect, and I had the perfect light…you know how I get.”

  “Yes, I know how,” Simon interrupted Stacey. “You saw a big black man flirting with your wife, and you wanted to see where it was going to go.” I was already blushing, but I knew I had to be beet red now. “You know that she’s too good for you, and you wanted to see a real man with your wife. I get it, you’re an artist, you see me standing beside your wife, and you want to know what me fucking her would look like. The pleasure, the ecstasy…oh, here they go.”

  The band had started to play, and Simon stood up and took Stacey’s hand. She didn’t even look at me as they headed out on the dance floor. Simon was nearly a foot taller than Stacey and his muscle shirt was barely covering his massively muscled body. Stacey looked so petite dancing up against him.

  Stacey pressed herself back against Simon, grinding her hips into his as she ran her hands along his thighs. She looked over at me, and she smiled. I was nervous, but I got my phone out and I moved around the room. I found the lighting that I wanted. I started taking her picture. Stacey knew how to tease the camera.

  I followed them around the dance floor, staying to the ou
tside. I kept snapping pictures as they danced to the Caribbean rhythm. Simon was getting more aggressive the longer they danced. He grabbed at her legs, and stomach, but then he started cupping her breasts and pinching her nipples. Stacey was letting him do whatever he wanted.

  Simon led Stacey off the dance floor and into the bathroom. I followed right behind them. They were already making out like crazy when I got in there. I was snapping pictures, but I needed to get out of these pants. My boner was starting to hurt.

  “The lighting is all wrong,” I said, “Stacey, I can’t get a good picture of you here. We need to get back to the hotel room and the good camera. That way I can set up some good shots.” For a minute I thought Stacey didn’t care at all about the pictures anymore. “The lighting is bad.”