Menage a Trois/Quatre

She retraced her steps. Thinking excitedly about seeing Eric, she was absent-minded when she took the alternate path. Ellen was some way down this path before it broke into three. She had never encountered this before.

“Damn it,” she muttered exasperatedly, looking for any familiar landmarks above the tree line, but the vegetation was overwhelmingly tall. She turned around again and went back the way she had come. As the shadows grew longer, unfamiliar thoughts flittered through her mind. Were the grasses clinging more to her legs as she brushed past? Did the scraggly branches of the bushes seem to claw at her arms and handbag?

Snap out of it, she thought.

She did not arrive back at the place where the path had broken into three. Instead it veered a sharp left which she had never encountered before, not even a few moments ago. Confusion was blooming into bewilderment. Thoughts of annoyance that she would be late were lost as the terrain became increasingly unfamiliar. She began to panic.

Heart thumping, she nearly cried out when rounding another corner of clinging leaves, she came within a meter of stumbling into someone.

“What—?”

Her eyes widened in shock.

A half-naked man stood before her. His perfectly muscled, naturally toned arms were folded carelessly and artfully across his broad, hairless chest. His admirable upper body tapered down over a well-ripped abdomen. Hanging almost effortlessly from his elegant waist were a pair of shimmering trousers of indescribable color—a confusing blue-gray that form-fitted to his perfectly muscled legs. These legs also seemed to be deliberately arranged, one crossed over the other as he leaned against a burned-out hollow trunk.

His pose of nonchalant arrogance gave the impression that somehow he had beckoned her and had waited for her for an indeterminable amount of time. Now that she was finally here, the moment seemed to hang in the balance—the shocking and unexpected were waiting to be unleashed.

Ellen could not help but blush, admiring this perfection of masculine physiognomy. She glanced up at his face.

And gasped.

His ice-blue eyes gazed at her hungrily, predatorily.

His sensual lips held a slight audacious curve, poised like those of a dangerous seducer.

She could not believe that sensible her almost swooned at the sight of him. She felt a rush of inexplicable faintness. The periphery of her vision blurred. He still had not uttered a word. How could she feel like she was falling under his spell?

A small voice screamed from somewhere inside her, Get away now! Get back home now! Run!

Now as she gazed down the length of the bar, watching her drool-worthy prey serve patrons with deft, practiced motions, Miranda was certain he was a natural blond. She guessed his pubic hair would be a shade or so darker. More to the point, would it surround a cock long and thick enough to satisfy her? For a moment, she let herself imagine how that cock might feel, thrusting into her vagina from behind.

        Flooded with fresh heat, she shifted on her barstool to examine his navy, uniform pants. Yep, even from a distance she could see there was weight behind his zipper, plus he had a stellar ass, taut, but well-curved. Better and better. Finally, she saw his hips shift in her direction. She sat up straighter, watching him approach with athletic grace and a welcoming smile.

        "Hello. Sorry to keep you waiting."

        Miranda's red-glossed mouth curved in response. "That's all right. I can see you're busy."

        "Yeah, we've got two, large conventions booked in for the rest of the week."

        His face was riveting, strong, square jaw, full mouth with a sumptuous lower lip and vivid blue eyes that spoke of Celtic blood. Late twenties Miranda guessed, roughly thirteen years younger than her. As her gaze drifted from the strong column of his throat, over his wide chest and the rock-hard biceps, stretching the short sleeves of his white shirt, Miranda almost purred with anticipation. "I'll have a double Scotch," she told him, "single malt with one ice cube."

        Aware his eyes were taking a good look as she spoke. Miranda wondered what he perceived. Though she wasn't conventionally beautiful, her nose a little large, most men found her looks intriguing. She was hoping this handsome, young stranger saw a woman very much in her prime. Those long hours in the gym and been worth it. Her upper body was now showing plenty of definition. Her full breasts nicely presented in the scooped-neckline of her form-fitting dress. And while her dark, shoulder-length hair was deliberately disheveled, her makeup and mascara had been skillfully applied to accentuate her best feature--her large, up-tilted, whisky-colored eyes.

        "Would you like to see the bar menu?" he asked. "I can recommend the fantail shrimp?"

        Savoring the sound of his Yorkshire brogue, tinged by a just-awakened huskiness, Miranda felt her body start to lubricate. She gave him her sexiest smile. "No, I'm good, thanks, just the scotch."

        His gaze lingered on her face before he nodded. "Right-o, just be a tick."

        As he moved to fix her drink, Miranda took in more details. The lights behind the bar highlighted the fine golden hair on his muscle-corded forearms. His hands were surprisingly elegant, the fingers long and lean with well-kept nails.

        Visualizing those competent fingers slipping beneath her black thong, Miranda wondered if he'd be surprised to find her slick vulva denuded of hair. Mmm. Maybe I won't have him take me from behind first time…perhaps I'll straddle him--

        "There you are, madam, our finest, single malt."

        Miranda looked up sharply, inhaling the smoky aroma of Scotch as he placed a glass in front of her, along with a fresh bowl of nuts.

        He stared into her watchful eyes. "Let me know if you need anything else."

        With her pussy getting wetter by the second, desperate to have it sliding over his cock, Miranda took the bull by the horns. "As a matter of fact, there is something else…"

        Starting to move away, Blondie, as she now thought of him, glanced over his shoulder, looking even more appealing as he quirked a fair eyebrow over those intensely blue eyes. "Hungry after all?"

        You have no idea. She moved slightly so one spaghetti strap of her dress slid down her shoulder. Her prey followed the motion. His gaze a few degrees hotter when it returned to her face. Miranda stared steadily. "If you're not encumbered, I'd really like to have you."

        She watched his pupils flare, wondering if this was a first for him. Though she'd never had trouble attracting the opposite sex, as fuckable as this guy was, he had to have oodles of women, and men, dying to get naked with him. She took a hasty sip of Scotch, preparing herself for rejection. Much to her relief, she saw a flicker of interest in his gaze.

 “Lie down, baby.” I kissed the back of his neck and he obeyed me, his cock already flying at full mast. I told him to remain on his right side, facing away from me and he turned to look at me.

“Please take that thing off. I want you naked, too.”

I nodded and removed the robe, his eager hand stoking my proud erection.

“You have such a gorgeous body. I love your muscles, Jimmy.”

I felt my chest puffing out like some ridiculous caricature from a Charles Atlas commercial. I got on the bed, and lying very close to him, I removed one of the mochi and fed him with my fingers. I watched the way he licked the red bean sauce and I hoped one day he’d lick my blood that way. We worked our way to the sweet potatoes and I told him to close his eyes. I held a small fried wedge smothered in honey up to his nose.

“Inhale, darling.” I kissed his shoulder as he took a deep breath and I saw the smile spread over his face as he bit into the morsel in my fingers. Then I took them away even as he was still licking honey from them.

“Do I still keep my eyes shut?”

“Especially now.” I kept my mouth at his ear and I picked up the small, covered jug. Good. It was still warm. I smoothed back the hair away from his ear, tilting his head to the angle I wanted and held the pot under his nose. Complete trust. He hadn’t opened his eyes and I waited for the scent of the honey to reach him. It didn’t take long.

“Mmm, that’s yummy.”

I poured a drop, just a drop behind his ear and he moaned when it hit his skin. I licked it and kept moving down the entire right side of his body. “Turn over, baby.” He turned over, and this time I had him move his left arm up so I could put a drop under his armpit. He went crazy then, grasping and pulling at me, flip-flopping on the thousand-thread count bed sheets, his cock leaking in my hungry hand as he started to sob. “Oh God…nobody has ever made me feel like this.”

Pouring the rest of the honey on my fingers, I gave them to him to suck and bent my head to take possession of his cock with my gluttonous mouth. He sucked on my

fingers with the same fury I did his hot, hard piston. When he came in my mouth, it was better than honey. It was the taste of everything we’d eaten.

It was the taste of love.

Lying side by side, kissing, licking, touching, I felt so much joy when he fell asleep, his head on my chest. I had no idea how we were going to top this night and I had no idea how I was going to cope with the idea of some stranger, probably several, invading his body the next night. But, for now, he was with me and he was safe. I hoped he felt loved, even though no such words were said.

“Where did you come from?” he suddenly asked, his fingers raking down my chest. “Where did you come from, Jimmy Thunder? How did you find me?”

“We just got lucky, I guess. You spotted me in the shower that day.”

He chuckled. “Is that what you thought? I’ve had my eye on you for months.”

My arms tightened around him. “Months? And you never said anything? What took you so long?”

I watched Kimo Wilder eating out my ass. He licked me like I was a woman. His woman.

Suddenly, he stopped. “Does this feel good?”

“Yes, oh yes.”

“You’re not going to come again, are you? I don’t want you to come until I’m inside you.”

I hadn’t even thought about how hard my cock was.  The tip was reaching for sky, purple-red, anxious for release.

“Don’t touch it,” I said. “I’ll last.”

“I don’t know that I can’t touch it,” he said, in wonderment. “It’s so pleased to see me.”

He dropped a small, possessive kiss on the shaft and went back to my asshole. I almost jumped from the thrill of having this magnificent warrior’s mouth back on me, licking me with all the passion, all the concentration he normally gave his wife.

Kimo kept at it and it was becoming harder and harder not to come. I focused on breathing, on not doing anything that would take his mouth away from me.

His tongue laved my asshole and I felt myself getting wetter and more open and he sensed it too, moaning into my deepest recesses.

He raised his head again and snarled, “You’re mine now, bitch. If I fuck you, there’s no going back.”

I grabbed his huge tool then, pointing it exactly where I needed it. We were clear now. I wanted his cock. He wanted ownership of me.

He let me guide him to me, then he brushed my hands away as he slowly entered me. The pleasure-pain engulfed me as Kimo Wilder eased himself into me.

“Oh God, you’re so warm in there. I had no idea.” He took his time, working his way into me, until my body accepted the biggest thing it had ever had inside it. “You’re so tight, Bobby.” He rotated his hips and the jolts of pain as he stretched and pulled at my ass muscles shifted to something else. Then he took that massive cock out of me.

“No, no,” I screamed. “Don’t take it away from me!”

And he thrust it back into me again.

“Beautiful mahou,” he said.” You have no idea how good this is.”

“I can make it better.” I started to contract my ass muscles and a look of astonishment crossed his face as he roared to an orgasm, sending his red-hot lava spilling into me.

My cock jerked with the weight of him on me and I reached down to pull myself off, but he was man enough to move my hand away.

“No, no, I want to do it.” He pulled on me in the way men jerk themselves off.

“No, like this,” I said, since I had to teach him. I like the hand curled around the prick, up over the head. He understood at once and took great delight in watching my own release as he slowed down the ass fucking he was giving me.

“I want to stay inside you. I want to do it again. You love getting fucked, don’t you?”

“I love getting fucked by you,” I said, surprising him by raising my head with him still impaling me and I licked his nipples.

“Oh…oh…shit, that’s good. Oh fuck…that one, baby. That one, mahou, the left one.”

Indeed, his left nipple was distended now and I sucked on it, knowing what messages it was sending to his cock. Fuck the mahou.

He started again in slow, circular, hula motions and I wished I could watch his ass muscles moving as he sawed in and out of me again. Nothing else mattered but this feeling of ecstasy we had created and I met each of his lunges as his cock got harder and harder and he pulled it all the way out, only to give it right back to me again. He threw my legs over his shoulders, holding them to him, giving him leverage, but also bringing me closer.

There was such fierce absorption on his face, a passion I have never seen before. His mouth opened and I rose to meet him. If there was resistance at first, it soon melted away as I sucked on his whole tongue and he dipped forward to feed it all to me.

Again I was teaching him. He could fuck my mouth with his tongue, bringing us both more joy.

He took his mouth from me, forcing himself down on me. I loved the feel of his hard, masculine body on mine, then he started to suck at my nipples, moving away again, intent on watching how it looked to find his cock in another man’s ass.

Suddenly, the skies opened up in a firework display of thunder and lightning.

“She’s here!” Kimo shouted. Oh, Pele,” he chanted in Hawaiian, screaming into the vast space of stars and sky, alive now with her own power play.

A strange, beautiful night glow filled the sky and I looked up to see millions of twinkling stars as my lover kept up a blistering pace inside me. I felt like Pele’s lover, Kamapua’a, had come back to mortal form, fucking me with his huge cock-tusk, letting her feel our eruptions, sharing the moment we sent each other out into the abyss.

He rose from the high, glassy surf, negotiating the gigantic waves like some ancient Hawaiian sea god, his long black hair caught back in a ponytail. His naked body glistened in the morning sun, his powerful thigh muscles rippling with each stride towards the shore. His full attention however, was focused on a man cantering across the sand toward him on a magnificent, jet-black stallion.

 The rider, clad only in white pants that clung to his lithe frame, wore a fishhook made of bone around his neck.

Hurricane Flossie had passed the Hawaiian Islands, leaving only big, warm waves and this brilliant morning sun. These two men had taken advantage of the exhilarating surf conditions at Halona Cove, just as we had. Only my roommate, Aloha and I, were still standing by our parked car on the road above them, surfboards in hand, watching these two men in love on that perfect, desolate curve of white sandy beach.

 The naked man, well over six feet tall, was looking up, his face radiant as the rider gazed down at him, mesmerized by the awesome specimen reaching up to him.

"Johnny, tell me I'm not dreaming. Tell me he's real," Aloha whispered to me. "That is the sexiest man I have ever seen. And look at that cock. He's huge!"

The naked man swung easily over the top of the horse. There was no saddle, only a thick blanket between the two men and the horse. From where we stood, we could see the tattoos covering half of the naked man's body, down the entire right side as he exchanged a long, heated kiss with his lover.

Their passion transmitting itself to us. My breath caught as Aloha breathed, "Och, look at the way he's kissing him. That's so hot it makes me want to fuck." His British accent made it sound like fook.

 "You always want to fuck." I was laughing now. We glanced back at the beach. The horse and its riders had vanished.

"Did you see that?" Aloha was running up and down the cliff's edge, but the two men were indeed gone. "They just disappeared."

I was not so surprised. I knew both men well. Lopaka, the man in white, had been my lover once. The sea god was Kimo, his partner for life.

"You know, I've seen that guy with the tattoos before. He's a hula dancer. A famous one." Aloha sounded obsessed. "I think his name is Kimo Wilder."

"Yeah, I know."

Aloha turned to me. "I had no idea he's gay. Man, that was so hot."

"So let's go home and fuck." I took the words right out of his mouth.

"Not so fast." Aloha had a look of wildness in his eye. "They can't have disappeared. They have to be somewhere."

I followed the sounds until they became increasingly louder. I halted mid step when I found them on the bed in another room. I gulped, taken aback at the sight of Kahanu on his belly, his stiff cock poking to the side, legs spread as Nohea fucked him like he was taking no prisoners. Kahanu’s ass rose to every single thrust, crying out as Nohea pulled out and plunged back in again in a savage display of sheer ownership.

“You think can bring that little bitch whore to our bed and get away with it?” Nohea asked. His hand was at Kahanu’s neck, holding on for support as he plunged back inside him again.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” Kahanu whimpered, as he took increasingly harder strokes.

“Gimme that ass, bitch, give it to me…that’s it.” Nohea was relentless.

I must have gasped because they both turned to look at me. “Nohea…Are you angry he brought me here?” I asked, wrapping my arms around my now shivering, naked body.

“Katie…baby…it’s just love games, baby.”

Kahanu was wild-eyed. I couldn’t keep my gaze off his muscular ass rising to take the internal beating he was thoroughly enjoying.

 “You want to make it better for him?” Nohea grinned.

“Can I suck his cock?” I asked.

“No. His cock is mine right now. Just watch and tell him how beautiful he looks getting fucked.”

Kahanu’s gaze was on me. “Let her have her cock. It belongs to her, too.” His voice raspy.

“Not yet, bitch. I want her to see how hard you come when I’m fucking you in the ass. Look at his cock, Katie. Oh…man, I’m gonna come. Kahanu…” He pulled out, gushing fresh cream and putting his cock right back into Kahanu’s insatiable ass.

“You better come, bitch, or I’m sending her home.” Nohea slapped Kahanu’s ass. Something registered with Kahanu because Nohea was pulling him toward him by the belly, drilling him deeper and harder. He didn’t even put a hand on that raging cock and Kahanu, whose arms went up to encircle Nohea’s head in a passionate embrace, came, shooting hot, sweaty cream all over the sheets.

“That’s better, bitch.” Nohea pushed him down on the bed. Kahanu was breathing heavily, still joined by the ass to Nohea’s body.

“I expect Kimo has the same problem with Lopaka.” Nohea stroked Kahanu’s neck and back.

“What problem is that?” I asked, still trying to absorb what I’d just seen.

“He fucks his man like a bitch in heat all day long and he still can’t knock him up.”

I did a swan dive across the bed to get my hands and mouth back on my husband’s body.

“Lovely, Lopaka, I’m not going anywhere.” He stroked my head in an absent-minded way, but I was already inside his shorts, lost in lust for that beautiful cock. Kimo tried to push himself away from me. “Honey…Lopaka…we have so much to do.” This was a first for him, denying me his cock, but then my tongue was on his perineum and he gasped. I eased him down to the bed, licking, sucking and gulping relentlessly at the space between his balls and ass. I got his shorts all the way off, felt him melting, his fingers threading through my long hair.

“Want me to stop?”

He hissed. “God no…” and I went back to work, aware of his rigid cock stroking the side of my face. How hard it was to ignore it and focus on his most private place. He thrashed about on the bed, his splendid, sinewy legs trying to pull me closer.

“Ooh…oh…” he murmured as I gave a few light licks to his balls. His poor cock kept jutting me in the face…wondering why it was being ignored, but I wanted total relaxation, total…acquiescence…before I gave it any respite.

“Baby…Lopaka…forgive me,” Kimo rasped. “I never meant to say no to you. I love you, Lopaka. Please, please, put your mouth on me.”

“Not yet.”

He ground out an infuriated, exasperated sigh, but I was moving in a slow, methodical way from his ass to his balls, my tongue flat against his skin and I heard his guttural moan. Glancing at his face, I saw him relishing the way I needed him, how my need to bring him unremitting pleasure was transmitting itself to him.

I took my tongue off him and his eyes widened in surprise.

“What…what are you doing?”

“Apologize for trying to stop me.”

“Yes! Yes! I apologize!”

“You don’t sound very sincere.” Scooting upward, I hovered over his face. “Open your mouth.”

He just looked at me.

“Open it.”

He slowly opened it and my tongue entered this prized cavern, seeking his, the other place where I’d learned I could bring him to a complete frenzy. I licked his tongue and felt the rush of fire, but I didn’t stop. He held his mouth open, his tongue hanging out. He couldn’t have stopped me bringing us both exquisite tortures if he wanted to.

Kimo had a tattoo of King Kamehameha on his tongue. Almost nobody knew about it, but it was another secret source of his power, therefore another hidden hot spot.

I gave that king a pretty good show of…loyalty, until I knew Kimo simply couldn’t take it anymore. He snatched my whole head in his hands screaming, “Take your cock, take it!” I lowered my mouth over his aching erection and I felt its heat, its contained power. I came away again, licking the head of his cock, the lovely vein between the head and the shaft and he flopped about, moving up, wanting more…I swallowed his cock in one smooth gulp, his eruption sending his ass into my waiting hands.

“Oh, Francois.”

He didn’t say a word. His hand grew a little more insistent at my back and he steered me inside the most stunning room I had ever been in. Ever. The room was huge and magnificent, opening onto a lanai on which stood a chaise and beyond it, a spectacular view of Diamond Head.

Francois stood behind me, his hands sliding down my hips, moving inward to my crotch, resting right on my cock. I knew loved my cock and indeed, enjoyed sucking it for hours.

His fingers moved to the belt buckle keeping him from what he wanted. I turned my face up to meet his and he kissed me, his tongue moving into my mouth as his hands negotiated my zipper. We soon got into a frenzy. We stripped each other in record time. I saw he was hard but he gestured outside.

“Get on that chaise, right now.”

“Somebody might see us.”

“Unlikely, from this vantage point, but the idea thrills me. I want people to watch me taking you.”

My breath stuck in my throat. A white guy and a black guy, naked, wearing big, hard cocks were probably not something you saw every day on the lanai of the Royal Suite. He knelt beside me on the warm apricot-colored tile. I moved my hand to his thigh as I lay down on the chaise as instructed.

He nudged my hand away, his mouth moving straight down to my famished cock. How could I still want him so badly when I’d been woken at four a.m. by his insistent cock poking at my ass? In the five months we’d been together, Francois showed me over and over again how much he wanted me. I felt my body moving as he toyed with my balls and ass.

“Open your legs,” he said, coming off my cock.

He was still beside me when I did as I was told, the only sounds in the world his insistent licking and sucking and the roar of the ocean. I heard voices far below us. Francois nudged my knees up, pulling my ass closer to his face. Nobody had ever eaten my ass the way he did. I felt his hot braids falling on my skin, felt the beads on the end rippling against my chest and belly.

I wanted him to fuck me. I had no idea if the chaise could hold us both but he moved to the foot of it now, bringing my ass down to him. He knelt, his cock hard and jutting up toward his belly, his mouth moving back to my hole. One hand encircled my shaft and he stroked upward. His other hand stroked at my ass cheeks. He slowly worked his thumb into my ass and I almost came when his eyes connected with mine.

He grunted. “Tough customer.” His tongue came out of his mouth as his thumb fucked me in a nice, demanding rhythm. He moved to my side again, his tongue bearing down on my left nipple. He licked it, slapped it gently a couple of times and I grabbed his hand at my ass. Francois knew what he was doing to me. He mouth opened and he sucked my nipple into it. I came with a cry, Francois suckling me until I stopped gushing all over him.

Francois took me mercy on me finally and let go of the nipple. My legs shook and I didn’t think I could keep them raised anymore. I was spent.

His face dipped down and he licked my juices from my belly and chest.

With a sigh, he removed his thumb from my ass.

He moved me back up the chaise, stood before me and I begged him to fuck me.

Francois got between my now hot thighs.

“Put me where you want me.”

Marek nodded at somebody behind me who started removing my clothes. I fought off the hands at first. I couldn't believe he wanted group sex right here on deck in broad daylight. He'd scared me with this sea piracy crap and now…somebody was maneuvering me into a doggy-style position. I was naked on my hands and knees and I felt a warm wet mouth surrounding my cock as Marek's big baby blues settled on me.

"Dragan, you are about to experience all your fantasies, baby. Right here on Shipwreck Bay. This is for all the marbles. If this doesn't make us even, I don't know what will. If you don't want to marry me…if you don't want to spend the rest of your life with me after this night is over, then I've taken a huge risk. I will have gambled and lost everything."

She blinked. He was right--she was their wife now. How peculiar.

"You forgot?" He was looking at her with more amusement dancing in his eyes. "Marn, Tamer, she forgot we were wed."

Blushing was a lost cause, but she did it anyway.

The other two turned and grinned from their places at the front of the shuttle.

"I don't know whether to be amused or offended." Marn snickered. Apparently, he was choosing amused.

Tamer took the other option. "I am offended. We haven't even had a chance to prove ourselves in private and already she has forgotten all about us."

The thought of facing them all in the bedroom at the same time was daunting, but she wasn't even sure that that was how it was going to work. Sure, her fantasies revolved around all of their hands on her with two of them inside her at the same time, but asking for that image to be fulfilled was beyond her. Well, it was beyond her now. Who knew what a few weeks with them would bring?

"I haven't forgotten about you, I just don't know what to think. How does this work?" Her phrase brought heated looks from all three. "I mean…I know how sex works, but is there a plan for this?"

It wasn't the proper subject for travelling a few thousand feet in the air, but the questions had been bubbling in her since she first met them.

"There is indeed an order to this. Marn is first, I am second and Zel is third." Tamer nodded to each in turn.

"Does that ever change?"

Zel laughed. "Only if Marn or Tamer die. If I may explain?" He was asking his comrades and they nodded.

"Marn is first, he will trigger ovulation. Tamer is second, he has insemination capabilities. I am third. I am the spare in case one of the others becomes incapacitated. It was a built-in backup in case of wounding or death."

She could feel how wide her eyes were. "So, to get pregnant…"

"You would have to take Marn and Tamer to your bed within hours."

"Oh." She thought about it, "But you and I could…"

"Anytime, anywhere, Pelly." His smouldering gaze caught and held hers as he came in close and licked her lips slowly. The kiss that came after was a continuation of the tasting and Pelly raised her hands to hold his head.

She wanted him against her, pressing into her and she whimpered as she fought the restraint of the seat belt.

"Zel. Zel!" Tamer's muttered curse registered with Pelly a moment before the delicious bundle of muscles and male that was Zel was ripped from her.

"Hey!" She was suddenly cold and horribly alone.

"Sh. Calm, Pelly. We don't want you transporting while we are in the air and it seems that Zel was overwhelmed by your charms. Laws of motion indicate that if you are moving when you travel, you will be moving when you land. We are at far too high a speed for that." Tamer was stroking her hair back from her face, soothing her.

She had been close to her transport level. If she hadn't been tied to the seat, she would have straddled Zel's thigh and rocked her way to orgasm. It wouldn't have taken long.

Tears pricked her eyes as she looked into Tamer's sympathetic gaze. "I am sorry. I didn't realize."

His fingers traced her cheek and neck. "It is fine. We should be in Morvin in an hour and home fifteen minutes after that. I hereby give you full leave to jump me and strip me at your discretion."

She chuckled weakly.

"Why don't you sit next to Marn for the rest of the flight? He is a little more stable than we are and I think you will be safest with him." Tamer unclipped her harness and helped her forward to the co-pilot's seat.

She tried to ignore the feeling of his hands grazing her breasts as he buckled her in but failed miserably.

Marn tried to comfort her. "It is only for an hour, Pellisa. If you wish, you can think of your response to us as confirmation that we are truly designed for each other. I won't say we are not eager to have you under us, but if you tell us to stop, we will. That is the bonus of us outnumbering you."

She hadn't thought of it like that. A woman always experienced a certain vulnerability during sex, but with two men nearby, one could not get out of control.

"That sounds better and worse at the same time."

She looked out the windows and gasped. Below her were tiny squares that had to be farms. Large spiders that were towns and cities and an expanse of blue sky that went on forever.

"Does it always look like this?" She strained at her harness, wanting to look around the instrument panel.

"No. We have seen idyllic countryside torn by war, ravaged by fire, damaged by violence of nature and man. This is simply beautiful."

She nodded in agreement and fell into a stupor of vistas and imagining the people beneath them. She didn't need to imagine their lives. She lived their lives.

Pelly smiled and looked around the cabin of the shuttle. She would bet her last coin that the women below had never imagined the life she was about to start living.

"Where do you live?" She was watching them haul all of her possessions and a haunch of meat that her mother insisted she take.

"We rent a house on the outskirts of town. It isn't too far." Tamer grunted as he swung her clothing chest into the back of the hired carriage. The driver was bemused at all three men lifting and hauling, but he didn't have the nerve to ask which one of them she was wedded to.

That caused a trickle of fear to run down her spine. How would the good folk of Morvin react when they learned that she was wife to all three?

She didn't have time to dwell on it as she was boosted into the carriage and they were on their way.

The open carriage got a bit of attention, especially from the women who were hanging out windows and flashing their cleavage to the Lawmen.

She gave a rueful glance at one lady calling Zel by name, "I am guessing you were not pining for me."

Zel and Tamer blushed. Marn just laughed. "We did not know you were on Gallo, let alone on the same continent. We had to keep busy."

She laughed. After all, she had been doing the exact same thing. "Do you think they knew what they were doing when they built high sex drives into us?"

Marn lifted her hand to his lips. "They had no idea."

Their conveyance pulled up at a tidy house in a quiet neighbourhood. Marn paid the driver while the other two started to unload her copious baggage.

She was getting excited. Each box inside the house made it one step closer to her falling into bed with them.

"The tradition is to carry you over the threshold, but that may be awkward if only one of us does it. Hold still." Marn took her shoulders, Tamer, her waist and Zel her knees. They marched her into the house like a battering ram. Her laughter rang through the house as they marched her through the whitewashed halls and into a large bedroom.

As they put her down and started to undress her, things ceased to be funny.

"Sade? Is that you?" Flame was blinking hard. She was no longer held against him, but was sitting in a chair. He was kneeling in front of her, a concerned look on his too-handsome features.

"Are you all right?"

His voice resonated inside her and she felt lust and a serene sense of connection. "I think so. That is the first time I have ever daydreamed standing up. Sorry." Her hand touched her hair and she checked to see if it was out of place.

"It is fine. I was sneaking in here to ask you if you would like to learn how to ride?"

"I would love to, but I don't have anything to wear. These gowns aren't conducive to straddling a horse." The thought of straddling Sade ran through her mind and she flushed to her roots. It wasn't becoming with her red hair, but it was far too familiar lately.

He smiled wryly. "I have thought of that. I believe that these will fit." He handed her a wad of fabric.

She shook it out and found a long tunic and a split skirt.

"Try them on."

She looked at him blankly. "Here? Now?"

"Daemyn is keeping the castle a little tight. I had to sneak in here to see you today. He might notice if I loiter in the hall." A wicked light was dancing in his eyes.

She thought about it for another minute. "Fine. But turn your back. This isn't a peep show."

Sade nodded and stood to bow deeply to her. "As the lady wishes."

"Oh, Sadder, when have my wishes controlled your actions?" She was shifting the split skirt up under her gown and tying it into place. She glanced up and noticed his back stiffen to a flat panel of muscle.

"What did you just call me?"

"Sade." She paused for a minute "I think that's what I said. Wasn't it?" She was tying the sash to keep the skirt in place. She started to pull the gown over her head when he spoke again.

His voice was gruff, "Close enough. Are you done yet?"

"Almost. Give me a second." She whipped the dress off her head and grabbed for the tunic. It fought her every step of the way, but finally slid into position around her. The front placket had a drawstring closure and its scent marked it as belonging to Sade. "Your tunic, I presume?"

"Well, they didn't make them in a ladies' style back then. It was hard enough to convince a seamstress to make a skirt into a split so that you could ride." He turned and assessed the fit and coverage of her new garments. "Passable. Are you still wearing the boots you had this morning?"

She lifted the edge of her skirt to show him her boots. "They're not the same ones, but all safe and sound."

"Good. Now, let's go out the window."

"You sure know how to show a girl a good time."

* * * * 

The horse he selected was not his stallion, Saber, but a gentle mare named Sophie. Sade was a thorough instructor. He gave her instruction on the girth, the saddle, the bridle and the reins. He had selected a western saddle so deep even she couldn't fall out of it.

Flame walked through procedure in a state of déjà vu. She felt that she had done this before and this man had been with her. The horse didn't like her. She was fanatically devoted to Sade, following his every gesture with her attentive head. Sade held a lead rope and eventually she was confident enough to release the horn of the saddle and sit up straight. The shift of her weight put the seam of her split skirt firmly against her clit and after that, her mind went blank. Mechanically she followed Sade's instructions and was soon cantering around the stable yard. Her small frame was awash in the sensations caused by the unaccustomed friction between her thighs. Gasping with each thud of her crotch against the saddle, Flame's body was rapidly tightening with the anticipation of orgasm.

She was not a natural horsewoman, but she was getting the hang of it when she looked away from the horse's ears and saw Sade's knowing grin. It was enough to spill cold water on her rising arousal and cause her to draw Sophie to a halt. "That is enough for today." She was swinging her right leg free when hands gripped her waist to assist her. If she had known that Sade was going to be there, she never would have kicked her left foot free and directly into his groin. It was an accident. Really. "Oh, geez. I am so sorry. I wasn't expecting you to be there." Surprisingly, he didn't drop her on her ass.

He set her down very carefully. "It is understandable, I am sure." He articulated very well for a man speaking through clenched teeth. "Did you enjoy your lesson?"

Jen clicked on the swinging web site. Her heartbeat quickened. They had mail. She brought up the mailbox and saw Elizabeth and Ned had finally responded. She inhaled deeply before pushing the button. Would they want to get together, or had they had a change of mind?

Hi Jen and Brett,

So good to get your positive response! Great pics!

Jen relaxed and settled back to read what appeared to be a long email.

We're so pleased you're willing to give us a try. We know our situation is awkward for most folks, but Ned really wants me not to miss out on what he can no longer provide. And I must confess, I do love having sex with a man and a woman. This arrangement may seem too strange to many, but it works for us. And ultimately, that's what counts. We all have choices to make."

Jen nodded at the screen. Would she and Brett have the kind of courage Elizabeth and Ned seemed to possess? Would their love survive such a personal calamity? She hoped never to find out, but her appreciation for Elizabeth and Ned deepened the more she learned of them. Alice and Carl thought the couple special—so they probably were. She scrolled further down the page.

Vibrators are nice, but for me they don't replicate the real thing. I thank God daily that Ned is so supportive. Of course, I wouldn't think of hooking up with anyone without him being present. It may seem strange to you, but he really is involved. I wonder if he wasn't a voyeur all his life. He loves to watch and cheer us on. And occasionally he'll get so excited he will help us with a finger or a toy. I wish you would've had a chance to know him before…he really could please a woman. He still does. Only now, he has to depend on surrogates. Perhaps I've said more than I should, but we both want you to be as at ease as possible. We know you'll be comfortable with us once you meet us. We are so grateful to Carl and Alice who help screen possible playmates for us. That's why we have no problem inviting you to our home. Ned gets quite anxious in hotel rooms. We can hardly wait until next month. I am so looking forward to playing with each of you. I've been moist pretty much ever since I saw your pics. I love slow sensuous play with a woman. With a man, I like a little more athleticism. What do you two like? I'm sure we'll come up with things to satisfy all of us. Ned often enjoys playing choreographer. Hope that won't be a problem. If it is, he'll stop. Not to worry. I seem to be perseverating so I'll sign off for now. Maybe I'm the anxious one. Lol Hugs, Elizabeth

Jamie licked her lips and tried not to stare at the bronze-skinned woman with the large, dark, tantalizing nipples. She unclenched her hands. Her fingertips, seemingly of their own volition, traced circles around her crowns as if she was painting a picture. Her breath quickened. She squeezed and tugged on each nipple--first gently and then harder. A sigh then a groan slipped from her lips, surprising her.

"Enough," Aria commanded.

Jamie frowned at the woman and remembered where she was--at least where she thought she was. She felt a blush creep up her neck. Did the goddess have any idea how caught-up she'd just been in pleasuring herself?

"Ryan, did you know she liked her nipples twisted and pulled?"

He shook his head. "No, I never thought she'd like that. And she hardly ever makes any sounds when we make love."

"Clearly, it's something she finds exciting if aroused enough. Okay, Ryan, it's your turn. Hold your prick in both hands. Show Jamie how you like to be touched. Lie back on the pillows if you need to. I don't want you bringing yourself off. Just demonstrate what pleases you."

Ryan lay back, skimming his fingers lightly up and down his cock. One hand fondled his balls and the other continued squeezing and gliding up and down.

Jamie couldn't keep from staring. Incredible. Ryan was under the goddess' spell. She wanted to laugh at him lying there masturbating like some damn teenager. But she found it increasingly difficult to even breathe. His hands moved rapidly and just as quickly slowed to a snail's pace, squeezing until the bulb of his shaft looked like it might pop.

"Enough. Super," Aria praised. "Jamie, were you surprised by anything?"

"I thought he just wanted me to work it as fast as possible," she admitted. "My arm often tires before he comes."

"Making love isn't just about orgasms. Slow is often better than fast." Aria winked at Jamie. "Not that a good hard fast fuck isn't refreshing now and then, but often you will need to develop the art of teasing and inviting. Perhaps without realizing it, both of you just invited your lover to do something different with your bodies."

Wetting her lips provocatively, the goddess said, "Now, show him where you want that nice hard cock we've been admiring. Give him a visual invitation."

Jamie's fingers froze. "I'm not sure I can."

"Don't you touch yourself from time to time?" Aria's eyebrows arched in obvious amazement.

"Yes, of course. Sometimes." Jamie paused. "Well, rarely--but never in front of him. I thought he wouldn't like it, or that he'd think I believed he couldn't satisfy me."

"True or not true, you both need to be more comfortable with your own bodies in the presence of each other. That can be a tremendous turn-on. I want you to show him what you like while keeping your eyes focused on his. Understood?"

"Yes," Jamie said quietly.

She spread her legs wide and dropped both hands to cover the curls nestled at her crotch.

"Don't be shy," Aria counseled. "You have a beautiful body--and that tantalizing pussy needs to be loved and cherished. Don't you agree, Ryan?"

"Absolutely."

Jack leaned over to whisper in Ruth’s ear. His warm breath caused her heart to skip a beat. "Your pleasure is our mission."

Ruth clasped his hand, which had begun crawling up her thigh.

"A little now," he teased, mocking her, "might tide you over until later."

She looked sharply at him. Later? His eyes were laughing.

A low moan from her right caused her to glance toward Desiree. Her lap was covered with a nondescript lap robe, but the telltale signs of the blanket moving made it clear that Brad, who leaned into Desiree, was bringing her off—apparently expertly. After Desire covered her mouth and her eyes rounded in delight, Ruth turned back to Jack.

"Why do you suppose they provide lap robes?" he asked. "It's not all that cold in here. You're sitting on one, if you think you might be a little chilly."

Ruth chewed on her bottom lip and watched Barb who was perched on the stage, palming her pussy. Ruth pulled the lap robe out from under her. Jack helped her spread it across her lap.

Without saying another word, Jack settled back in his chair, remaining focused on Barb's stage antics. The two of them might as well be sitting at the movies eating popcorn, except for the fact that his right hand was palming her pussy.

"You really did come for her."

"I never fake coming," Ruth huffed between clenched teeth as he slipped a finger between her folds, seeking entry. She shifted slightly and his long finger easily bore into her.

They sat for a moment as if gathering their thoughts. Ruth blinked, hoping there were no undercover cops about. They might not be overtly obvious, but anybody watching closely knew what was happening beneath the lap robe.

Jack did all the work. She didn't have to move at all. He worked his finger probing from side to side and then rhythmically in and out of her. Soon the butt of his palm grazed her clit and she gave up watching Barb or thinking about who might stop them. And then she was again sliding over the top. She whimpered softly as he maintained a steady, languid pace, turning her to soft butter. They both seemed satisfied with her coming slow and easy. Her eyes blinked wide open and then quickly shut. Perhaps they were saving something for later.

After giving her sufficient time to recover, Jack eased out of her and sniffed his finger. "Nothing better than the scent of a woman," he said grinning at her. She watched him suck his finger into his mouth. "Other than the taste of a woman."

He glanced back toward the stage. "Show’s just about over. Barb will go backstage and dress. It won't take long for her to join you two."

Jack stood and Brad rose from his seat. "We'll see you ladies a little later. We've got several things to do to close up here."

Ruth watched the men strut away from them.

"I'll bet," Desiree whispered, "they're the bouncers at this place—at least when Barbie is working."

Ruth nodded her agreement. "Looks like. No wonder they weren't too worried about being noticed."

"They seemed like nice enough guys," Desiree said dreamily. "I did feel a little sorry for leaving Sampson out. Do you suppose Barbie takes on the three of them at once?"

"Why not? Nothing Barbie does would surprise me anymore."

"Do you think we're safe with her?"

"Of course we are. She's not going to harm us. We might be in for a long weekend," Ruth flashed an eyebrow, "but I don't think we have to be afraid of her." She glanced in the direction of the three men. "Or anyone else."

Brett saw the women's gazes meet in the mirror.

"I need to change my blouse before we go out," Pam announced. Without waiting for a response, Pam undid the top button. She paused, perhaps waiting for a protest from Jen. Seeing and hearing none, Pam proceeded to undo each button and shrug out of the blouse. Bare to the waist, she remained behind Jen, making no move to retrieve a replacement blouse.

Brett could see Jen nervously wet her lips. Her eyes had widened as she took in Pam's reflection.

"You like?" Pam murmured, cupping a breast.

Brett's breathing stopped as he watched Jen turn her head and flick her tongue out at the proffered breast.

"Nice, very nice." Pam smiled toward her husband sitting next to Brett. "Don't worry. We won't tarry. Sometimes things simply happen."

"Right," Rick groused. "Just don't get too carried away."

Pam bent over and nibbled on Jen's ear. "Do you truly need that bra? It really is a distraction."

Jen shook her head and stood. She reached for a button on her blouse.

"Let me," Pam said.

Brett watched Pam quickly and efficiently undo Jen's blouse. The front-clasped bra was next and then his wife's boobs sprang forth. They were at least a size larger than Pam's and they sagged a bit more, but they were gorgeous and he didn't feel a twinge of jealously when Pam dipped her head to suckle one.

Jen rose on her toes and held Pam tight. She rocked back and forth. Her jaw fell slack. One of Pam's hands disappeared under Jen's skirt.

Brett glanced quickly at Rick who had somehow freed his cock and was lightly skimming it as the dance between the women continued. Quickly, Brett did the same.

"Good God," Jen whimpered. "I'm going to come." She looked wildly about until her gaze settled on him.

He wasn't positive she could see anything through her orgasmic haze. It didn't matter. She knew he was there watching. "Go for it, Jen."

"Ride the wave, girl," Rick called out. "She's almost there, Pam."

 "Oh hell," Jen wailed. She thrust against Pam and then buckled.

A gust of wind rattled the windows and Martha slid farther under the covers. If it could get this nippy in early September, how would she manage January?

She’d check the furnace filters in the morning. And she’d better make certain the wood yard held plenty of firewood to last the winter. She’d have to get advice about that. She had no idea how much would be enough.

Natalie might know. Daniel Ford would certainly know. She turned over again and fluffed her pillow back up. The nerve of him, to be watching her when she hadn’t even been aware of his presence!

She didn’t doubt he could wield an axe handily. She shivered. Maybe she should’ve done more research before buying the place. Perhaps she should look into getting one of those cute gas fire places.

She needed to stay warm in the winter, and she wasn’t about to flee back to civilization any time soon. It had taken all her gumption and most of her inheritance to buy Purgatory Point; she wasn’t about to give up because of a chill in the air.

That decided, she closed her eyes and welcomed the drifting sensations of dozing.

He’d have strong hands. She’d have soft hands. Dan’s fingers. Natalie’s fingers. As if from a distance, Martha recognized her own soft moans. Her loins ached. It was an old ache, yet a familiar ache.

Her nipples pebbled and strained against the flannel gown. Fingers brushed against her inner thigh. She squeezed her legs tightly together, trapping them.

Whose fingers? Hers? His? Natalie’s? She was dreaming. She knew she was. She had to be dreaming. She let herself sink farther into the darkness.

“That a girl,” came a soothing whisper penetrating her fuzzy brain. “You’re a passionate woman. Let it out. Cherish your passion. Let me help. Let me touch you.”

“Natalie?” Martha whispered, unable to awaken.

A soft chuckle answered. “Not this time. Maybe later if you allow yourself. Now let me help you.”

The pressure of fingertips on her thigh matched the pressure building behind her loins. Her brow furrowed as another set of fingers caressed her taut nipples still protected by flannel. “Oh,” she moaned. She tensed and then relaxed. The fingers on her thigh slid upward to where she burned the hottest.

Martha bit down on her lower lip as a finger seeking more heat found it. She gasped and lurched up and down, helping to seat the intruder in her sex. “This can’t be happening,” she moaned, widening her thighs.

“But it is. You’re not pretending it isn’t, are you?”

Martha hesitated. The finger stopped its exploring. She shook her head in response to the question and to her overwhelming desire. She wasn’t even certain what she wanted, but she wanted with her entire body.

A mouth settled over the flannel that covered a breast. “Good God,” Martha whimpered. She heard laughter and then the magic emanating from her vagina overtook her. The finger deep inside moved incessantly. Martha shook. She didn’t know which would explode first, her head or her loins.

“God help me!” she screamed as her need, fulfilled, overflowed.

Exhausted, Martha shook herself awake. Her dream had been as vivid as a nightmare, but she wouldn’t deceive herself labeling it as such. It had been too incredible for that. She hugged herself trying to quiet her still trembling flesh.

She’d orgasmed before, but… She threw an arm across her forehead. This one had been so explosive. So simple, and yet overwhelmingly complex. She shook her head. Since when had she become an analyst of orgasms?

Her nipples still tingled. Tentatively, she brushed a hand against a breast. Her eyes flew wide open and she started to a sitting position. The flannel covering her breast was sodden. She slid a hand between her legs. Wet. “Good grief,” she murmured to the night, “what is happening to me?”

Todd thrust deep, stilled, and waited. Eric knew from experience that Natalie was squeezing down on him hard and then she erupted. She called out to the heavens. Her hot breath scalded his balls. Todd grinned triumphantly at the mirror and Susan blew her husband’s reflection a kiss.

The three of them waited for Natalie. When she stirred, Eric began once again easing in and out of Susan, who had shown more patience than he’d expected.

“Bombastic, Natalie,” Susan said. “That must’ve been worth the wait. Looked like you’re enjoying my husband’s cock. And like a good boy, he didn’t come. Todd’s not short on patience.”

“He’s super,” came the hushed response along with a half-smothered giggle. Eric felt her lips brush his balls. “You seem to be faring quite well with your brother-in-law.”

“Certainly am,” Susan grunted as he gave her an extra strong stroke. “Both of our men are quite skilled at satisfying a woman.”

“The women aren’t bad either, right, bro?”

Eric nodded at his brother’s reflection and slowed his pace to match that of Todd, who was beginning again to inch out of Natalie and slowly glide back in. He gasped when Susan clamped her vagina tighter around him. Much more of that and he was done. “Don’t know about anyone else, but I’m about ready to pop.”

“Wait!” Susan declared, “I want you to come in my ass.”

“Excellent idea,” Eric said, holding himself in check and leaning over to nip at Susan’s shoulder blade.

“How about you?” Todd asked Natalie.

 “No,” she said quickly, “I’ll pass on that. I want you to finish where you are.”

“Good enough,” Todd replied. “I’m quite content where I am. We’ll wait for Eric and Susan.”

Eric smiled to himself. So was she saving her ass for him? Certainly someone as experienced as Natalie must enjoy anal play, but he hadn’t really explored that with her yet. There was so much more for them to try. He pulled out of Susan and clutched a butt cheek in each hand. Her anus puckered—just in case he might lose his way.

“You, Natalie,” Susan chortled, “may want to help him find the right spot.”

Eric closed his eyes as Natalie’s fingers curled around his straining cock. Susan had had a super idea for including Natalie. He couldn’t determine whose breathing had turned more ragged, his or Natalie’s, as she guided the tip of his cock until it found the exposed dark target. He eased in fractionally and Susan expanded to accept him.

“Wow,” Natalie gasped. “Amazing. His head disappeared.”

“Wait,” Susan whimpered. “I’m opening, but give me a moment. He’s going to fill my ass, Natalie. And I’m enjoying this immensely. I hope you are.”

“Stunning,” Natalie responded, “and your pussy is so wide open.”

“Then you might want to push a couple fingers in so she doesn’t feel abandoned.” Susan chuckled. “You may be surprised by what you find. Okay, big guy. I’m ready for you. Slowly. Bring him home.”

He nodded at the mirror as Susan’s mouth curved into a smile. They both knew she could’ve taken all of him before now, but she had Natalie where she wanted her. He eased on in. His groans matched those of Natalie’s as his cock nestled into Susan’s ass and pressed against Natalie’s two fingers buried in Susan’s vagina.

“Now,” he grunted to his brother.

They moved in unison with him fucking his brother’s wife’s ass and his brother fucking his lover’s pussy. The wails of both women soon filled the small alcove.

Eric tried to hold back, but was failing miserably. He didn’t know if it was Susan’s tight channel or Natalie’s fingers drawing him in deeper that forced him across a hidden precipice, but his thighs burned and his toes curled as he hurtled faster in and out the women’s clutches.

“Oh hell!” he shouted. “I’m over the top.”

Laughing, Todd exclaimed, “Me, too!”

Sunny beamed a smile awaiting her answer. "I'd like to feel your heat, if I may. It's pouring out of you."

"You may." Sheila wasn't certain she'd actually spoken aloud, but she watched Sunny's dark palm curve over her vulva. Sunny didn't move her fingers. Reflexively, Sheila tilted her pelvis, expecting, waiting, wanting penetration, but Sunny seemed satisfied cradling her heat.

"She's hot!" Sunny exclaimed, then turned to David. "Hotter than me?"

David ignored Sheila's sharp intake of breath. "Yes."

Sheila knew her eyes must've turned the size of quarters as she stared at the three persons hovering over her. Slowly, it began to dawn on her that the familiarity she'd sensed between them had not been her imagination. They were lovers. The three of them. Or at least they had been.

"Don't rush her," Marlin said sharply to his wife. "She's not open enough. Not yet."

His lips found her necklace chain; his tongue trailed the chain from her neck to the jade resting between her breasts. She smiled, knowing where he was headed next, and he did not disappoint. She felt his warm breath on her nipple. A palm lifted a breast, bringing it to his lips as if in adoration. He licked under the breast and covered the taut nipple with his mouth.

Kate tried to breathe normally. His finger tapped at the other nipple—the one not being drawn out by his teeth. He fondled and suckled and she reveled in his touch. He couldn’t have written a better love song.

He let her breasts cool in the night air as his mouth traveled lower to her belly button which he rimmed with his tongue. She parted her legs. He chuckled softly. “That’s right, Kate. Let me in.”

He laid his cheek on her belly and stroked the inside of a thigh. Her lips parted. She tensed, but he was being excruciatingly slow.

He grazed the erotic zone in the back of her knee. His fingers tantalized and mesmerized as they retraced the trail back up her thigh. They paused at the edge of her triangle.

“You’re already moist. So swollen with desire. Swollen for me.” Grayson interlaced his fingers in the tangles of hair atop her vulva. He squeezed her labia together gently and ran his fingers up and down the length of her pussy repeatedly.

He was correct. She was wet, but she didn’t trust her voice to reply. She felt his fingers becoming more slippery. Surprisingly, her pulse had slowed. She was no longer in a rush. Her body purred. It was very much alive, but she waited for Grayson to take her to wherever he was taking her.

She trusted him with her body.

So why hadn’t she fucked him already? She tried to fathom the nagging sensation that gnawed at her whenever she seriously thought about Doug. He was the marrying kind of guy—that had her hung up. He’d want to tame her and groom her for a wife. She wasn’t about to be wife number two. No way.  Still, he had her on edge imagining how his cock would fill her. Hastily, she pulled open a dresser drawer and grabbed her favorite vibrator. When she got this edgy there was only one way to dull her senses so she could get to sleep.

She flipped it on and set it to a slow speed. She cupped a breast with one hand and slid the vibrator across it lightly. The tingling sensations shooting through her breast were immediate. She lifted the breast and flicked her tongue at its swelling tip. The rim of an erotic precipice beckoned. There was no time for waiting.  She placed a foot on her makeup bench, bringing her blonde curls into focus in the mirror. Her pussy lips were already puffy and obviously moist. She lowered a hand to her belly while teasing her breasts with the vibrator. She parted her pussy lips.

Nodding at her mirrored image, she brought the vibrator to rest beside her unveiled clitoris. She gasped and bit her tongue. Shaking her head from side to side with want, she moved the vibrator to her damp opening and eased the tip inside. Her loins hummed and she moaned with pleasure. Her body shook, seeking more, so she quickly impaled herself on the vibrator.

She squinted at the mirror, losing track of time, losing track of herself. She quaked and quivered. She held a hand out to the mirror to maintain her balance. She squeezed her eyes shut and began pumping her thighs, driving the vibrator deeper and deeper. With her eyes shut, it was his cock inside, filling her completely.

The buildup behind her loins was suddenly volcanic. She couldn’t hold it back if she wanted to—and she didn’t want to. She thrust her hips forward and backward until she fell to her knees and rested her head against the mirror. Somehow, Doug’s lust-filled eyes stared at her from deep within the mirror.

Her breathing steadied. At last she eased the vibrator from her depths. She licked it clean and smiled at the mirror. Did Doug masturbate thinking about her as often as she did thinking about him? She’d love to watch him.

Slowly she stood, feeling more relaxed and right with her world than since he’d left her office. She folded the sheets back on the bed and climbed in.