Chapter 13
The playroom smelled like seduction, if you could really even pinpoint what that smell was.
Low sultry lighting only added to the sexual ambiance of the room.
A California king bed sat at the center like a stage waiting for its performers to roll around in the silk sheets, putting on their show.
Marissa sits in the center of the mattress.
As I look up, I see that every seat that lines the balcony was filled with onlookers.
Sammie’s strong hand was at my back, his touch reassuring and keeping my steps from faltering as I walk into the room.
He assists me as I climb to the center of the bed joining Marissa, then steps away to sit in the chair that faces the bed.
Her hungry gaze travelled the length of my body drinking me in.
Heat creeps up to my cheeks at her appreciative gaze.
Settling into my spot, I am finally able to take her in fully.
Her beautiful curls hang loose around her shoulders.
The red lingerie and garter she wore complimented her soft skin like she was a gift waiting to be unwrapped.
My stomach flutters just knowing she’s here for me.
She smiles, nodding to the various toys that laid on the rollaway table next to the bed, ready to be used in whatever capacity we saw fit.
I gave a half nod to let her know I was okay with whatever she chose.
“Hold up where were those two when I was picking out somebody to participate in my fantasy,” a woman with a high ponytail shouts jokingly garnering laughs from a few onlookers. The comment makes my confidence skyrocket and my nerves calm.
The warm caress of her hand pulls my attention back to her.
“Are you ready, Evie girl?” Marissa asks
“Absolutely,” I nod, letting her know I was prepared for whatever she had in store for me tonight.
“I like that we’re both wearing red. Did you pick this with me in mind,” Marissa asks, playing with the edge of my corset.
“Yes, I wanted to look sexy for you,” my heart racing as I whisper out the innocent confession.
“I wanted to do the same for you,” Marissa smiles.
Leaning in, she places her lips on mine.
What seems to start as a chaste kiss quickly deepens, her tongue slipping past my lips and tangling with mine; a moan escapes my lips at the taste of her.
This is technically my first time with a woman.
I’m sure she can feel the hesitation in my touch as I caress her breasts lightly teasing her nipples through the lacy material of her bra.
Just as quickly as her lips are on mine, they are gone, trailing wet kisses down my neck to my breasts.
Skilled fingers unsnap the corset freeing my breasts.
She uses her hands to lay light touches across my skin, taking her time to reach my nipples.
When her touch reaches my pebbled flesh, her fingertips begin to slowly circle.
Removing one hand at a time she replaces the touch with her mouth, alternating between kissing and sucking at my flesh until I whimper from the ache deepening in my panties.
Releasing my sensitive nub, Marissa lightly pushes at my shoulders sending me to my back, the satin sheets doing nothing to cool my heated skin.
Marissa must sense that I want her mouth’s attention lower because that’s exactly what she gives me.
Searing kisses land on my skin creating a delicious path to my center.
The closer she gets the faster she moves.
I look up to see Sammie watching me intently licking his lips, his hand repositioning his hard dick underneath the satin pants that matched my lingerie. Fuck my man looks good!
Impatient hands yanking down my panties pulls my attention back to the siren in bed with me.
The fabric scrapes my skin until my lower half is released.
Spreading my legs, I give my bed companion a view of the wetness her touch helped create.
Mesmerized, Marissa takes a moment to look at her prize.
Reaching between my legs I run my finger along the exposed flesh collecting some of my essence.
Marissa’s eyes follow my movements as I lift the finger to her to taste.
Prowling toward me like a predator approaching her prey.
Her kiss swollen lips wrap around the digit sucking it clean, her eyes falling closed as she moans at my taste.
When she’s done her eyes find mine, “I knew you’d taste like this. So sweet and unique.”
“Thank you,” I smile at her compliment.
Marissa’s fingers busy themselves replacing mine rubbing my clit. She maintains eye contact as she lowers her head to tongue my slick flesh keeping eye contact as she eats me. Her tongue laps and circles my center so good my eyes roll to the back of my head.
“FUCK, right there, right there, right there,” I whimper gripping her curls rocking my hips against her mouth.
The moans from onlookers enjoying their own pleasure, only serve to heighten my own sending me over the edge and my pussy pours out my orgasm into her mouth.
Marissa raises her head her mouth glistening with the reward she earned from eating the fuck out me.
She doesn’t give me time to recover from my climax, flipping me to my side and spreading my legs to accommodate her, pressing her center to mine.
Her hips buck slowly at first, pressing into me our slick centers as we rub against each other.
Her clit against mine gives me the perfect amount of friction while she makes good use of her hands fondling her own breasts.
My hips gyrate trying to match her rhythm and chase the building bliss.
Despite her riding me like I owed her another orgasm, she was still able to signal for Sammie to come to her, latching her mouth to his, trading some of my essence for a kiss.
Their lips part and Sammie returns his attention to me, lavishing my nipples with attention until I’m begging to cum again.
“Pull out that dick,” Marissa groans seductively, not missing a beat.
Her orgasm starts to take hold of her, her core pistoning against me until I follow her off the cliff of pleasure.
My breaths are shaky as I lay spent, beads of sweat falling down my back.
From the corner of my eye, I see Sammie obliging her command ridding himself of his pants. His hard member standing at attention.
My husband had been blessed with plenty of dick.
It was long and thick and had a slight curve to the right.
When we first got together, I wondered how he was able to make all of it fit inside of me without splitting me apart.
I wasn’t a size queen, but I did hear a few gasps from the audience.
One woman let out a groan and says, “Oh, I knew it was going to be big from the way he walked in here.” The envy in her voice makes me smile.
Holding eye contact I run my tongue along the slit of his tip, collecting the bead of precum.
I circled my tongue around his head before sucking him into my mouth before releasing him, licking along his shaft.
Marissa joins in straddling me, taking over focusing on his dick while I suck on his balls.
Sammie’s hands tightly gripping both of our hair, Marissa’s mouth fully groaning around my husband’s hard flesh.
I release his hanging sac to focus on Marissa, feeling my way along her body, fondling her until my fingers are at her hot wet center rubbing her clit before inserting two fingers to fuck her.
She gasps when she feels my invasion. Her surprise causes her jaw to open wider, Sammie groans, his dick falling deeper into her throat.
I remove my finger from her pussy using her juices to rub against Sammie’s back hole.
The combination of sensations has Sammie yanking at Marissa’s hair pulling her off of him trying to catch his breath.
I insert a finger into him slowly massaging his prostate, when his cum shoots out of him like a volcano eruption.
His hot seed landing all over us. Drained and out of breath Sammie stumbles to an open space on the bed collapsing attempting to regain his bearings after being drained.
Marissa laps up the sticky mess from my skin giving me a fake innocent smile licking her lips again. I see her reach to the side of us producing a wand vibrator.
“I’m not done with you yet, babygirl,” she tells me.
My body is awake and sensitive. The cool air assaults my nipples causing me to shiver, “I’m not done with you either. Come ride my face.”
Marissa quickly follows my command straddling my head, sixty-nineing me as she lowers her core to my mouth. I take a slow lick. My tongue greedily tasting every crevice, her hips gyrating on my tongue.
“Shit your mouth is amazing,” she gasps, grinding down harder against my mouth when I suck her clit, circling her bundle of nerves with the tip of my tongue.
Sammie’s voice doles out praises to us as we indulge in each other.
The low mechanical hum of a vibrator cuts through the fog of pleasure and praise at the same moment it touches my center.
She moves the toy in fast torturous circles against me.
Strong hands roam my body, massaging my breasts.
My moans are muffled by the pussy in my mouth.
Marissa’s orgasm hits her first, her sweet juices wash over my taste buds relishing in her essence.
Thick fingers delve into my channel working me while Marissa continues to maneuver the vibrator over my sex.
Their teamwork brings me to an abrupt release.
I’m given no time to register the bed shifting and Sammie’s hands yanking me toward him folding me in half exposing my most intimate parts to the cool air and the audience watching.Marissa’s pussy is still hovering over my chest.
The vibrator long forgotten.
“Oh baby, did you wear this for me,” His voice husky, rubbing over the butt plug I had inserted without his knowledge.
“Y-Yes,” I hiss, feeling him pumping the plug in and out of my chocolate starfish, “only for you.”
“Don’t tease her too much, Papa, I want to see you inside her the next time she comes for us,” our companion moans.
Sammie enters me so hard and fast that it feels like he’s in my stomach.
He doesn’t give me a moment to adjust, he just starts thrusting.
Marissa’s lips wrap around my sensitive flesh.
Both of them are brutal in their efforts to manipulate and drag out my pleasure.
I’m writhing trying to run and chase everything they are giving me at the same time.
Sammie rotates his hips, slowing his strokes leaving me almost breathless, “You can’t run from this baby. This what you wanted ain’t it, pretty girl? This perfect pussy nice and full, huh?”
“Do you want to cum, preciosa,” Marissa giggles evil and low continuing her torture, keeping me hovering right on the edge of eruption. Her wet center rubbing any and every surface it encounters.
“Y-Yes,” I pant, my body begging for any relief it can get.
The only reprieve I’m given is Marissa releasing me from her wet mouth replacing it with her hands.
Two delicate fingers slide into me making me fuller, massaging my G-spot following Sammie’s rhythm, the other rubbing me in frantic circles.
I am hot and panting, my eyes slam shut feeling her clit bump my nipple fervently.
“Ugh, I n-need it, baby, gimme that cum,” my voice is hoarse, unrecognizably desperate.
“Fuck,” Sammie roars his thrusts faster and sloppier, telling me he’s close to his own release, “I feel this pussy squeezing the life out of me. You gone cum for me baby?”
“Yes, yes, yes,” I chant, my pussy convulsing my orgasm taking over.
Sammie thrusts one last time releasing inside of me, warm ropes of cum coating my insides.
“Look Marissa, you see what we left for you,” Sammie asks, pulling his dick out of me showing her our combined juices, her clit still bumping against my erect nub.
“Do you want a taste, lover,” I ask, letting my hands rub her back, venturing to her front toying with her nipples.
My orgasm was so intense that I could barely move and wanted to roll over for a much needed nap but I wanted to make sure each of us left satisfied. Our eyes connect as she gazes down at me over her shoulder biting her bottom lip, giving me a meek nod.
“Go ahead and suck off your reward, for being our good little slut,” I tell her, smacking her caramel-colored ass cheek.
Leaning forward she eagerly licks up some of our release raising to offer some to Sammie, who cocks a brow to me for permission to kiss her.
I nod lazily, dragging my hands down her body to her vulva rubbing her pearl as she kisses my husband ravenously swapping the creamy essence from her mouth to his.
When she’s done she repeats her movements shifting away from my touch offering me the cream she holds in her mouth.
Our lips lock, our tongues tangling as she deposits cum with every swipe, all three of our tastes mingling to create a savory reminder of the pleasure our bodies worked together to establish.
A moan escapes Marissa’s lips, interrupting our kiss. A low hum sounds and cool silicone is pressed between our awakened centers. Marissa begs and pleads for the building orgasm the toy is working out of her.
“Sammie, let us feel you,” I gasp. The buzzing stops abruptly, warm hard sheathed skin replacing it, stroking our clits simultaneously until all three of us reach our peaks together, Sammie collapsing beside me peppering my face with sweet pecks like he used to do when we first got married.
Those were the things I’d missed as well, the simple intimacies we used to share.
The last sound I hear is the applause from the audience, I had since forgotten.
As I drift off into a blissful sleep I hear a man say, “After this I need to see if I can change my fantasy.”