By Approval Only

Some of you may remember some time ago when I posted an Erotic Bites story called New Membership, I wrote about a couple who become members of a lifestyle club in downtown Nashville. I was inspired to write about this club after learning about it’s existence. Yes, it’s a real place, it’s in downtown Nashville, and it really is an exclusive club where people will dance, swing, and explore their own sexuality. It may seem surprising to the uninitiated, but these kinds of clubs are much more prevalent than you would think, with similar establishments in nearly every major city across the country. If you don’t believe me, see for yourself. Depending on where you live, there could be one just within driving distance.

Your first thought might be to worry over what happens behind the closed doors of these establishments. For some, the first image to come to mind is a modern rendition of an orgy scene straight out of Spartacus, with drugs, alcohol, and absolute debauchery rampant in some semen-covered room. The truth is actually much more sobering: safety is paramount in these establishments. The owners of these establishments hold their members to a high standard of conduct, etiquette, and even dress code. The biggest rule they have, their Golden Rule: consent is key. Nothing is ever done without consent and agreement, to ensure all parties involved have a good time.

Prospective members are normally put through a rigorous vetting process, to ensure no one who walks through their doors will likely cause a scene on their first day. This is sometimes achieved by having a friend, who is already a member, vouching for you. If you don’t know anyone there, you may be interviewed by members of the staff. These interviews can be quite lengthy, and are performed for the purpose of determining if, at all, your personality and lifestyle is parallel to what they look for.

Some clubs simply wish to provide a place for like-minded individuals to meet, and have a good time, make new connections, new friendships, and new relationships. For them, the vetting process may be somewhat easy to complete. Other clubs like the Ménages Club, the same club I used in my story, the establishment provides the same services, but also creates a place where those same, exclusive members, can explore those desires, and have a good time with new friends that same night. Obviously, the vouching you would need is equal to what these clubs will allow you to do on their premises. This couldn’t be more true for my final example:

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What you’ve just watched is an inside look in the extremely exclusive Dominus area of Snctm(spoken like “Sanctum”… I assume). This secret society was created by Damon Lawner, a 45-year old pioneer of sexual exploration. Curious as to how exclusive it is? Snctm only accepts the very best of clients, and their criteria is quite demanding. Criteria for consideration involves questions like: “If you could amplify an erotic trait in yourself, what would it be?”, “What will you contribute to the Snctm community?”, “Your greatest sexual fantasy has been brought to life, what is it?”, as well as information about your occupation and workplace. They wish to ensure members will help the society expand it’s knowledge and understanding of sexual appreciation.

If that’s not demanding enough, they also require a membership fee of $10,000-$50,000 per year, and an entrance fee of $1,800 at the door($1,500 if you bring a female companion as your guest, but a photo of her must be submitted ahead of time for approval). I’ve also heard rumor of some sort of ‘blood oath’ to be given, but that may be only a rumor. Guests who attend the parties at the Snctm Manor have a strict dress code as well: men must wear classic tuxedos and black tie, while women may wear lingerie, or a fitting cocktail dress. Every party is also masquerade style, so masks are a must.

What are you looking for in applicants?

Beauty, intelligence, wit, success, sexiness, wisdom, openness, non-judgement, desire to explore, fearlessness.

-GOOP.com

The entertainment for the evening is also as high-quality as it’s membership, ranging from exotic performances by fire dancers, to a live threesome for guests to watch, and even an individual known only as “Bunnyman”, who wears a mask and bunny ears, and demonstrates various, Japanese bondage techniques while sitting from his gold-painted chair.

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When asked how Mr. Lawner finds his performers, he explains they apply to perform at his functions, and often choose the roles they play that night.

Our Devotees are like family, we watch over and protect each other, and push each other to explore deeper. My creative team and I block out performances, and create costumes and stories, but the performers choose their own roles within the theater on any given evening. It’s up to them what they desire to experience, and they often switch up roles, wanting to try new things. There is no question we give ladies the power and protection they deserve, and in turn as gentlemen we have the privilege of not only watching these ladies indulge their fantasies freely, but also have opportunity to indulge in our fantasies along with them.

-GOOP.com

The decision to even consider attending one of these exclusive establishments is a difficult one, and people have many reasons for choosing not to. Honestly, making the choice to try and gain membership is probably the harder option. If you’re considering applying, I hope the information I’ve provided will help you understand what you may be up against, and what you should be prepared to do. But before you ask, if I don’t know you personally, I’m not going to vouch for you. But if you do manage to get in, maybe I’ll see you inside.

Good luck.

 

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Wishing I was writing…

Well, here I am, at my laptop, with a half-finished story on my screen, and I can’t think of how to continue it. I find myself suffering from that great frustration known as writer’s block. I keep telling myself I can push through it if I just sit down and think, but I do so, and I remember why I stepped away in the first place. It’s especially frustrating as I’ve made a promise to you, my readers, that I would provide regular posts, and a new short story every week. I fear I may not be able to guarantee every week at this point.

I was really worried that might drive people away, but is it really such a bad thing?

Everybody gets writer’s block sometimes, right? it doesn’t mean we’re failing as writers, it just means the muse is taking a day or two off. I do apologize if I’m not able to bring you guys a new story this Saturday, but I’m still working on bringing all of you stories as they come to me. I’m also working my butt off to get a book published for you guys, but it’s taking longer than I expected, and I’m running low on ideas. In a nutshell, I’m working to publish an anthology of stories in the occult/witch/succubus/incubus/etc. genre. I want it to have somewhere around 8-10 short stories, so it’s worth the value. At the moment, I have 3 done, 2 started, and maybe 2 more planned out.

It’s been somewhat difficult to do, as it’s not how I usually create my stories. My stories are usually based on experiences and fantasies shared with me from friends and other readers. I want you all to know, you’re always free to send me suggestions based on what you want to read, as well as share whatever fantasies you have. There’s a good chance I’ll turn it into a story that brings it to life, and I have something new to post.

Again, I’m sorry if I don’t give you guys a new story this weekend, but I am always working to write new stories. When I get writer’s block, it’s always just a passing phase. At some point, I’ll just sit down, and pour out a couple thousand words in a single night. Until then, keep being the sexy people you all are.

Dealing with the boss’ daughter

This week’s Erotic Bite features two characters who disliked each other since they met, but find themselves becoming closer when circumstances force them to remain in the same, small room. Enjoy!

Still dark, and the parking garage was still empty. A lone car pulls into one of the spaces and shuts off. Crickets were still chirping while the streetlights buzzed overhead, and only a hint of blue formed in the night sky, signaling that dawn would soon rise. The driver door of the car opened, and a tall, black man exited. His head was shaved, and his designer suit was crisp and pressed.
Tyler was a very ambitious man, known to many people to be very resourceful, and very sought after. Furthermore, he was very good at what he did, acting as the assistant to the CEO of a Fortune 500 company, as well as his concierge. His boss, Brandon Maddow, hired him two years ago to help him manage his time, and take care of the day-to-day events Mr. Maddow was unavailable to do himself. If Mr. Maddow needed his meetings arranged to fit everyone’s convenience, Tyler would be on the phone all morning, trying to negotiate schedules. If Mr. Maddow forgot about his anniversary, Tyler had a gift already wrapped, and dinner reservations at the ready.
Tyler closed his car door, and made his way to the office building, the clicking of his designer shoes echoed through the empty area as he walked. As he approached the doors, he left the glow of the orange lights in the parking garage and entered the fluorescent lights of the office building. A blast of air conditioned air welcomed him into the building as he opened the door, and the light-blue walls made him feel more comfortable. He marched down the hall, then made a turn at a junction, finding the elevator halfway down. The elevator came down and took him up to the main level of the building.
When the elevator opened, Tyler entered the atrium of the building. The floor was a shimmering tile, and walls were gilded with brass plaques. Glass doors sat at the front of the room for employees and business partners. After that was a desk where a security guard sat, and the front desk during business hours.
“Morning, Mr. Hill.” a man from behind the desk spoke to him as he walked through. He wore a blue security uniform and watched a small television.
“Morning, Jim,” Tyler replied. He gave the security guard a polite smile and nod as he passed by, as he did every morning.
At the other end of the room, where Tyler was walking, there were several sets of more elevators. Most of them were there for employees to reach the higher levels where they worked, but the one at the end of the hall was the executive elevator, reserved only for the higher-ups, and their guests. Tyler stopped in front of the executive elevator and pressed the button to call it. Within a minute, the elevator arrived, and Tyler stepped inside,
He pressed the button for the forty-fifth floor and waited as it ascended, listening to the musak he practically memorized. When the elevator stopped, and the doors opened, Tyler had reached the executive hall. The place was the epitome of luxury and business, even in the dark. With a flip of the light switches, Tyler lit up the area into its full glory. At the end of the hall was Mr. Maddow’s offices and Tyler’s desk.
The work day had begun for Tyler as he sat at his desk, going over messages, emails, and schedules. When he had a few moments, he went online to check the news. He was often the first one to arrive at the office, always making sure to be ahead on everything, so he would have the time to take care of the menial things that made Mr. Maddow’s life just a little bit easier. While others would say he was doing too much for his boss, his hard work was always rewarded when the yearly bonuses would come around. Last year, Tyler made enough to remodel his kitchen.

As business hours began, the executive hall came to life with secretaries, board members, and management delivering reports. Tyler was still hard at work, filling out paperwork on behalf of Mr. Maddow, extrapolating information he got from reports, and preparing them for filing. When his boss would come in, the only thing he’d have to do is sign each one. He heard the executive elevator ding all the way down the hall, and could almost sense it was his boss arriving on the floor. He quickly organized all of the paperwork, grabbed the planner, and stacked the slips of phone messages he’d written down earlier.
Mr. Maddow arrived in the executive hall wearing one of his best designer business suits, always made special-tailored just for him. He also had a weakness for shoes made from the best Italian leather, and always remarked on how people always looked at shoes last. Therefore, having excellent shoes make your outfit look even better by comparison.Mr. Maddow was a man approaching his fifties, with sandy blonde hair that was already graying, but always well kept. His age definitely showed, but his body still seemed rather fit.
“Good morning, Mr. Maddow.” Tyler welcomed him with a confident, husky voice.
“Good morning, Mr. Hill.” his boss replied, sounding rather chipper to begin his day, “How are you today?”
“I’m feeling well, sir. Thank you.” Tyler replied, following his boss into his office, “Johnson & Moore called, they’ve agreed to a meeting on Thursday, I’ve already scheduled it. Myrtle Beach called, and we’ve gotten approval to break ground. And I got an email from the board at VCD. They want to renegotiate the terms you gave them, but I already told them your offer stands, and none of the terms will be altered.” Tyler explained quickly and succinctly.
“Excellent work, Mr. Hill! That’s why I pay you the big dollars!” he replied, very happy with his associate, “Hell, sometimes I wonder who’s actually running this company.” he joked.
Tyler chuckled with him, “Well, your coffee is on your desk, and your first meeting is at ten o’clock sharp. Here are the reports for you to review and sign, and I’ll file them later this afternoon.”
Mr. Maddow took the pages from him, but stood a moment and looked at him with a fascination for a moment. “I gotta say, Mr. Hill, you have been quite the windfall for me these last couple years. You know, before I hired you, I had hired this bimbo to work with me as a favor, and she didn’t even last two days. There’s always a bunch of young women looking for a secretarial job, but then I found you. I was hesitant, to be honest, but I took a chance on you. And you turned out to be a great asset, and a great friend.” his boss seemed to be very earnest. He’d never mentioned this to Tyler before.
Tyler was flattered by his boss’ kind words. He knew his boss was really a nice guy, and they did spend time together, chatting whenever they went to the gym or had lunch together, or when Tyler went with Mr. Maddow on a business trip. After two years of his employment, Mr. Maddow never said that to him before. Still, it made Tyler’s day, and he felt like there wasn’t anything that could ruin his day now. His boss made his way into his office, eager to take care of the day’s tasks.

 

As the afternoon began, Tyler had left the office for lunch. Upon his return, he felt a bad vibe in the office area. Something had happened on the executive hall that made the air feel uneasy and filled Tyler with anxiety. Sure enough, as Tyler walked into the room, he saw the cause of it sitting on one of the lounge couches. A woman who was notorious for giving Tyler a rough time was sitting down, texting on a smartphone.
She had bottle blonde hair, and a designer outfit that was more expensive than fashionable, and radiated the privilege of a nineteen-year-old spoiled brat. She had a bit too much eye makeup and seemed to be trying to emulate some kind of celebrity look. Conversations with her in the past have always left Tyler feeling as if he’d lost a few brain cells, yet, he didn’t have much choice. As part of his job, he sometimes had to deal with this young woman, who happened to be Mr. Maddow’s daughter, Nikki Maddow. As much as he wished she wouldn’t notice him, her brown eyes looked up and locked with Tyler’s as soon as he crossed in front of her.
Left with no options, he faced the issue head-on, “Good afternoon, Ms. Maddow. Are you here to see your father?”
She gave a coy smile, and cocked her head back, “Yes, but he’s in a meeting. So, now I have to wait out here with you. I’m not happy about it either, but I would appreciate a coffee from downstairs if you don’t mind?” she asked, looking back down at her phone.
“We have coffee up here, too.”Tyler tried to explain.
Nikki looked back up at him, her face seeming almost offended by his words, “I don’t like the coffee up here.” she stressed her words to him, “I prefer the coffee they have in the atrium. Black, two sweeteners.”
Tyler sighed, exasperated. In truth, the coffee in the executive hall was far better than the coffee from the small kiosk in the atrium. They both knew it, but the boss’ daughter liked to push him around, and have him do things that were unnecessary, just to annoy him. Still, Tyler did as she asked because she was his boss’ daughter. So, he turned around and headed back for the elevator.
Down in the atrium, he found the coffee kiosk and ordered the coffee as the young lady asked. She didn’t come by her father’s office very often, but when she did, she always did whatever she could to make him miserable, if only for a few minutes. The barista handed him the black coffee, and he paid for the cup. Tyler went back to the elevator and ascended back up to the executive floor to Mr. Maddow’s lobby. As soon as he gave the coffee to Ms. Maddow, she took it without saying a word and set it on the side table next to her.
With a sigh, Tyler returned to his desk to resume his work. He kept on eye on Ms. Maddow, making sure she wasn’t planning some kind of prank, or cause any trouble. As he suspected, ten minutes had gone by, and Nikki didn’t even take a sip of the coffee he brought her. As he watched her, Nikki crossed her legs, and Tyler looked at them for the first time since he’d really known her. She may have been a pain in the butt, but she looked pretty good.
After nearly half an hour of waiting, Nikki seemed to be fed up with waiting and stood up to walk to Tyler’s desk. He braced himself, knowing she was about to make a scene.
“Is my father going to be done soon? I’m not gonna sit here all day.” she almost shouted.
“I’m sure his meeting will be concluding soon, Ms. Maddow.” he tried to calm her.
She scoffed at him, “Don’t give me that crap. You’re his assistant, you should know when he’s gonna come out. Are you just covering for him, or are you just stupid?”
Tyler almost rolled his eyes at her but resisted out of professionalism. Instead, he took a small breath and calmly replied to her, “I don’t know if his client will have additional questions, or maybe they’re having a conversation. In any case, I’m sure it won’t be much longer. If you’d to take a seat and wait, plea–.”
“Oh, fuck off, man!” she blurted out. A few people in the hall heard the commotion and stopped to watch from afar. “Like your job is really that fucking hard! I tried to get my dad to hire one of my friends, then he just fires her and hires you the next week. Like you’re so much better than her, but you’re not!”
“Ms. Maddow, please!” Tyler almost had to speak over her. She stopped talking but crossed her arms defensively. He continued, “I’ll call his phone, and find out if he’ll be out soon. Until then, please have a seat.” he told her, his voice frustrated.
Nikki didn’t look pleased that her father’s assistant talked back at her, but after a moment of her staring at him, she turned and sat back down in the lounge chair. Tyler knew it was wrong for him to interrupt Mr. Maddow’s meeting, but if it would get the bitch off his back, he’d bite the bullet. He took another deep breath and reluctantly dialed the extension for his boss’ meeting room. It rang a few times before the call was picked up.
“Yes, what is it?” Mr. Maddow answered, sounding a bit annoyed.
“Sir, your daughter’s here, and she’s anxious to know when you’re meeting will be concluding. What should I tell her?”
There was a long sigh, and Tyler knew the news wasn’t going to be good. He expected his boss to say something along the lines of another hour or so, but his answer was worse.
“Damn it, she’s getting a new apartment in town for school. I’m supposed to be there to sign for her lease, but I may be busy for a while.” he explained, “Hey, you’re already co-signed to my business account, right? Can you do me a huge favor and take her to the apartment building for me?”
“Uh, sir, I–” Tyler tried to protest.
“It’ll be fine, just take her there, make sure she likes the place, then approve the lease for me. After that, you can take the rest of the day off. Can you do this for me?”
Tyler was very conflicted. On one hand, he didn’t want to have to deal with Nikki any more than he needed to. On the other hand, it was his job to take care of tasks like this when he could.
“Yes, sir. You can count on me,” he replied.
He heard a sigh of relief from the other end, “Thank you, and please express my apologies to her.”
Tyler hung up the phone, and sat a moment, mentally preparing himself for his afternoon babysitting the brat. After a few moments, he stood up from his desk, walked over to Nikki, and stood in front of her a moment before giving her the news.
“Your father won’t be available for some time. He’s asked me to take you to your apartment building, and approve your lease on his behalf. He also wanted to tell you he’s sor–”
“Whatever,” Nikki replied nonchalantly, getting up and taking her purse. “Let’s go, then.”
Tyler led her to the elevator, and through the building to the parking garage. To Tyler’s surprise, his boss’ daughter didn’t say much during the trip. Even while on the road, and the moments they were stuck in traffic, Nikki didn’t say a word. He expected her to try to berate him along the way, and yet, she didn’t. Was she troubled that her father didn’t take her, or did she just not care?
Against his better judgment, Tyler decided to say something to her. “You’ve been pretty quiet so far.”
“Am I supposed to talk?” she asked casually.
Tyler tilted his head, “No, but I just want to make sure things are ok between you and your dad.”
Nikki scoffed at him, “Honestly? I just wanna get this over with, so I don’t have to see him as much. Once I get my own place, I can finally do what I want.”
“I see.” he replied, “So your dad doesn’t let you bring boyfriends into his house?”
“I don’t have a boyfriend. And that’s not all I wanna do, either!” she insisted to him.
Tyler smiled, knowing that for once, he was annoying her this time. “I do apologize, miss. So, you’re excited to be on your own then?”
“Yes, now shut the hell up and drive,” she told him and turned her head away from them. Neither of them said anything further for the rest of the drive. It wasn’t much longer before they had arrived at the address of the apartment building. Stepping out of the car, Tyler looked up and saw how the building must have been at least thirty stories. The craftsmanship of the walls outside gave it a clear feeling of high society. Tyler admired it but saw Nikki already hurrying inside, so he followed her.
The lobby just inside was very nice, if empty, and featured some knock-off artwork on the walls to give it a more sophisticated feel to it. Tyler followed Ms. Maddow down a hall that turned off from the lobby and reached a room that must have been the building manager’s office. Nikki was already at the front desk, asking the receptionist about her apartment. The lady behind the desk was middle-aged and wore a blue blazer over her white v-neck shirt. She informed Nikki that the manager was already waiting for her on the floor of her apartment.
Nikki thanked her, and the two of them went back down the hall to the lobby where the brass elevators waited for them. Tyler noticed the lady seemed to be in a hurry. She had mentioned having plans later, but for a girl her age, that usually meant just meeting a friend at a club somewhere. Perhaps her plans for later included moving into the apartment before nightfall, he thought. The elevator dinged, and the doors opened, showing no one currently inside.
The two of them stepped inside, and Nikki pressed the button for her floor. Tyler didn’t see which floor it was, but it was somewhere halfway up the building. The elevator itself was very clean, carpeted, spacious, and didn’t smell of urine, the way many apartment elevators usually did. The doors closed, and the room seemed to ascend slowly. Tyler noticed the walls were a clean, stainless steel, and this elevator seemed to play the same muzak as the one at his office building.
The ascension was slow and boring, but after six floors, the two of them heard a creaking noise. There was a loud noise, and the elevator shook violently, causing both of them to lose their footing. Then the room calmed down, but no longer seemed to be ascending. Tyler immediately opened the small panel just beneath the floor buttons and picked up the emergency phone.
“What the hell happened?” Nikki asked, sounding a bit scared.
Tyler shushed her, “I’m trying to see if I can get a hold of someone.”
There was still no answer on the phone for over a few minutes. They were getting quite nervous about their situation until the phone finally clicked.
“Hello?” a woman’s voice answered.
Tyler seemed a bit more hopeful, “Yes, we’re stuck in this elevator, can you get us some help?”
“Oh, hold on, let me call the building manager. I’ll be right back.” the voice replied, then clicked again as they hung up. Tyler gave Nikki a hand gesture signaling for her to keep calm. However, she still seemed to be rather on edge about being stuck in a small room. He wanted to reassure Nikki they would be fine, but had to stay on the line until they knew what the plan was. It was nearly ten minutes before the phone clicked again.
“Hello? Are you still there?” spoke a man’s voice this time.
“Yes,” Tyler answered, Nikki’s face also shot up in suspense, “We’re here.”
“I’m the building manager, I came down as soon as I heard and called the maintenance crew to come get you out. Is it just you in there?”
Tyler was pleased by this good news, “No, there’s a young woman in here with me too.”
“Ok, well, for the moment, you two are perfectly safe. The elevator locks to the shaft if there’s a problem, so you’re not going anywhere. The bad news, however, is that the maintenance crew won’t be here for at least an hour. But I promise you, we’ll get you out as soon as possible.”
Tyler let out a deep sigh, “I understand, thank you.”
“Just hang in there, ok?”
“Yeah.” and with that said, the emergency phone clicked once more, and Tyler hung up on his end. He looked over at Nikki, who had been watching in suspense, waiting to hear some news.
“Get comfortable, we’re gonna be here a while.” he told Nikki, his voice monotonous and deep.
“Is someone coming for us?” she asked in a panic.
“Yes, but it’s gonna be at least an hour, he said.”
Nikki seemed to be in more of a panic. Her hands began to shake, and fear was on her face.
“Hey,” Tyler tried to get her attention, so he could calm her down, “We’re locked to the shaft, now. We’re not gonna plummet to our deaths if that’s what you’re worried about.”
The young lady’s face seemed to be calming, “Are you sure?”
Tyler nodded, looking confident. His response seemed to relieve Nikki’s tension, “We’re not in any danger, we’re just gonna be stuck in this room for a while, that’s all.”
The next few minutes were spent in silence. The two of them were still getting used to the idea that they were going to be there for a while. At the very least, Nikki had calmed completely and just sat silent. She tried to check her phone, and held it up in the air, moving it around. It looked like getting a signal in this elevator was nearly impossible.
“Well this is just great,” Nikki said, breaking the silence, “I just wanted to get my new apartment, and have this cute guy help me move my stuff in tonight. But instead, I’m stuck in here with my dad’s assistant, and now I can’t even call him to let him know what’s going on, so he’s gonna think I’m blowing him off!” she was clearly frustrated as she ranted on about it.
Tyler could only chuckle as he sat on the floor across from her, “So you were planning on bringing a guy up here.”
Nikki looked at him with a look of shock and outrage, “How dare you! You’re supposed to show me more respect than that!”
Tyler knew she was right, and he would probably get an earful from her father later, but he didn’t care at the moment.
“And what do you have to laugh at? At least I can have a date. You can’t because you’re always working for my dad.” she tried to berate him.
Tyler clicked his tongue, and looked away from her as if to give the impression that he didn’t care what she had to say. She was always either having him do meaningless chores for her or just berating him at his desk. He was in no mood to put up with her now.
Nikki then decided to take things up a notch, “I bet you’re probably in love with my dad, aren’t you? You probably jerk off to his picture, too.”
“Hey!” Tyler almost shouted. This time, she was taking things too far, “I’m not in love with your dad. And not that it’s any of your business, but I’ve been with plenty of women. And they’re a lot classier than those savings bond chodes at your private school.”
Nikki scoffed, “Whatever, I can probably fuck better than any woman you’ve been with.”
“Sure,” Tyler replied.
Nikki could tell he didn’t believe her, and she stood up, “I’m serious, there’s not much that shocks me. And what would you know about the guys at my school? Some of them probably got a bigger dick than you.”
“I doubt that.” he replied, amused.
“Oh? Back it up, then. Let’s see it!” she challenged him.
Tyler looked at her pretty shocked now, “I’m not going to show my penis to my boss’ daughter, especially not in an elevator.”
“Why not?” she instigated, “We’re stuck here anyway, and we got time to kill. And you know what? I won’t even tell my father about this. So let’s see it.”
Tyler was flabbergasted by her change in attitude. He’d never seen this side of her before. Usually, she would just throw her status at him to push him around, but now, it seemed like she had something to prove. He hesitated, thinking it would be better not to risk his job over this. However, if she was telling the truth, this would probably be his only chance to put this brat in her place.
He stood up, watching her face for a few moments. There didn’t seem to be any sign that she was lying about keeping it between them. Slowly, he unfastened his belt, and her reaction didn’t change. After it came undone, Tyler unbuttoned his trousers and reached into his boxers. It was the point of no return, and Nikki still looked serious about her offer. Her face only changed when Tyler finally pulled out a thick, black cock nearly seven inches in its soft length.
Nikki’s eyes grew a bit, while her face tried to hide the surprise she felt inside. She may have done some big talking, but when Tyler’s rod came out, she blushed a little. She tried to speak while attempting to hide the fact that her eyes were fixated on his dick, “It’s… I-It’s not quite the biggest I’ve seen.” she spoke in a low, somewhat embarrassed voice.
“Well,” Tyler said, now feeling full of confidence, having humbled the brat, “It’s even bigger when it’s hard.”
“Why aren’t you hard now?” she said, not sounding so big anymore.
Tyler chuckled quietly, “Because I’m not as excitable as the boys at your school. And, there’s usually a sexy woman in front of me who can get me hard.”
Nikki looked almost offended, “Are you saying I’m not sexy?” her big voice was coming back, “I can be fucking sexy, too.”
Tyler raised his eyebrows, “Well, since we’re not going to say anything about what happens in this room anyway…” he challenged her now.
Not wanting to look like she couldn’t back her own words either, she opened up her top and showed off her breasts to him, her face looked determined. She looked up at the large, black man, and massaged her own breasts as he watched, and slowly moved her hips. Tyler smiled, amused by the poor excuse of a striptease, yet, he thought she had nice tits. He’d never seen this much of them before, but they seemed to be a large C-cup.
Nikki saw that there was no change or reaction from his dick. She took the lack of growth as a personal offense, “What? Not sexy enough for you?”
Tyler laughed, “Like I said…”
“Yeah,” she interrupted, “I know what the fuck you said.”
She stepped closer to him, and Tyler couldn’t tell if the look on her face was resentment, or some kind of lust, or both. She lowered herself down in front and grasped his soft cock in her hand. Tyler was alarmed but didn’t stop her as she began to stroke his shaft.
“Is this what gets you hard? Huh?” she said to him. Her voice was sultry, but somehow, seemed to still have a bratty tone about it.
Tyler had to admit, it was hard not to enjoy this kind of foreplay. He was slowly starting to get more and more hard for her. In the back of his mind, he prayed she would keep her word about this staying between them. Within seconds, Tyler was fully erect, and the stroking slowed down. He looked at Nikki, who seemed to be in a state of awe as she stared his dick, now standing firm at nine inches, and a greater thickness than before.
“Oh my god…” she whispered. There was no denying how impressed she was at this point. Blushing again, Nikki seemed to hesitate as she held it in front of her face, then opened her mouth, taking his shaft.
Tyler was in utter shock of her actions and exhaled as he felt her mouth over his length. She was barely able to take more than the head into her mouth, but she sucked on it with determination. “Why are you doing this?” he asked her.
Nikki pulled her mouth off and looked up at him, “I told you. I can be fucking sexy if I want to, and I’m gonna prove it.” she said, going back to sucking his head.
Tyler felt it was safe to say that this would be their little secret, and looked down at her, watching her, enjoying her. He watched as her breasts swayed as her head moved on his dick. She looked up at him and noticed him looking at her chest.
“You like them, don’t you?” she asked, her voice now completely sultry, “You wanna touch them? Then do it.” she went back to pleasing his cock again.
He reached down, and tenderly grabbed her left breast. He massaged it, and brushed his thumb over her nipple, moving in circles around her areola. She must have liked it too, as she moaned in the back of her throat, and sucked on him harder. He massaged her breast more, seeing just how much she liked it. While he watched her, he noticed her free hand had disappeared under her skirt.
It excited him more to know she was becoming very aroused by him. Strangely, he found himself really wanting to fuck her. He couldn’t stand the little brat, but his discontent for her only seemed to make him want to fuck her more.Did she feel the same way, with his large rod in her mouth right now? Tyler ran his fingers through her hair, and grabbed it, pulling her mouth of his member. She groaned a little from the pain of his rough pull.
“How about you stop playing with yourself, and let me show you what I can do for your pussy.” he spoke to her with a tone he often used when speaking to a lover.
Nikki blushed again, her eyes showed she was nervous, but also excited. Tyler placed his hands on her hips and stood her on her feet. Then he turned her back to the wall and pushed her against it. She gasped, but didn’t resist him, and said nothing as he pulled her skirt up higher, and slowly pulled her panties off. Her breathing was becoming heavier as he knelt down in front of her, and lifted one of her legs by her thigh, and his face barely inches from her shaved cunt.
Nikki kept her arms on the steel walls to keep her balance. She watched as he rested her leg on his shoulder, and felt his lips touch her moistened opening. She gasped as his tongue came out, and slither on her. She felt his tongue slide up and down her labia, sending waves of lust through her body. Each time it touched her little pleasure button, her hips bucked a little. Her heavy breathing escalated into moans as her pleasure was brought higher and higher.
Tyler had only been teasing her at first, but as her lust was building, he focused his efforts on making her orgasm. Her thighs began to quiver like she was going to lose balance, but her moans were becoming louder. He held her thighs steady, knowing she was going to clench them as soon as she climaxed. Within a few seconds, her body tensed, her thighs tried to close together, and her labia became hot on his tongue. She hollered as she orgasmed for Tyler.
Nikki’s chest heaved as she came down from her lusty high. She massaged her own breast slowly as Tyler let her leg down, and he stood up again. He thought this might have been the end of their little, forbidden adventure, and expected to see his boss’ daughter get dressed at this point. Instead, she only looked up at him, her brown eyes were still full of lust, and she didn’t stop massaging her breast. She said nothing but just looked up into his eyes, waiting for him to do something more.
If she wanted more from Tyler, he wasn’t going to pass up this chance. Her face was saying, ‘what are you waiting for?’ and he still hadn’t gotten off yet. He grabbed her by her waist, and pulled her away from the wall, just so he could turn her around, and push her back into the wall. She let out a groan of excitement from the rough treatment. She wanted him to be rough, just as much as he wanted to be rough with her. The moment she made a thud on the wall, she arched her back to raise her butt higher, offering herself to him.
Tyler teased her backside at first, spreading her tight ass cheeks, and running a finger up and down her hot womanhood. Nikki looked back at him, biting her lip as her eyes begged for his cock. As Tyler brought his throbbing, black phallus to her opening, she gasped in anticipation. She’d probably never had a dick this large inside her before this moment. She called out his name as he slowly entered her, moaning like a beast in heat for him.
Tyler kept pushing his length into her but found that he could go no further with only a couple inches remaining. He slowly began to move inside her, feeling her walls clench around his shaft. She continued to moan in utter ecstasy as she felt every inch of him stretching her insides. Her breasts pressed against the cold, steel wall. Gradually, he began to thrust faster inside her.
Very quickly, Nikki began to orgasm again, unable to take constant stimulation Tyler was giving her cunt. Her honey flowed from inside her, and coated his cock all over, lubricating him more as he continued to thrust. Nikki was losing all control of herself as her mind began to go blank. Tyler loved the fact that he had the little brat whimpering for him, but he wasn’t satisfied with just fucking her like this. He wanted to take it just one step further, just to make sure she was brought down by him.
With his dick well-lubricated by her orgasmic honey, he pulled out from her pussy, and slowly pushed the head of his member into her anus. She clenched up, shocked by what he’d done, but he’d taken a hold of her and didn’t pull out right away. Her breaths strained, clearly never having taken a cock in her ass before. Tyler didn’t relent, and Nikki never actually protested it. Little by little, her body began to relax, and Tyler was able to push in a little deeper, and begin to thrust slowly.
Nikki groaned the way any anal virgin would, but Tyler saw that her hand had returned between her legs, rubbing her own clit furiously. Even though this had been her first time, she seemed to be enjoying herself anyway. It encouraged Tyler to keep ass-fucking her, and he finally felt like he had dominated her. Before this day, he’d never thought he would get this kind of satisfaction. He began to really enjoy fucking the brat’s brown hole, probably more than any other partner he’s been with.
He was finally beginning to feel it. His own orgasm was approaching, so he kept working his cock into her, hoping to finish before the maintenance crew would arrive. As he got close to the edge, Nikki cried out again. She had been pleasured so much that she was climaxing again, only this time, there was a small spurt of juices shooting from her womanhood. Her whole lower half clenched, and it was enough to make Tyler reach his edge. He quickly pulled his large dick out of her ass, and he stroked himself hard, grunting as he shot long strings of cum onto Nikki’s ass cheeks.
The blonde brat looked behind her again as she felt the hot spunk on her skin, and saw that Tyler had finally been spent. She turned around with her back against the cold wall and slid down onto the floor, exhausted, used, and very satisfied. The two of them looked at each other as they caught their breaths, and laughed. Neither of them could believe the acts they had just done and knew things would have to change between them.
Before they could even get dressed again, the emergency phone rang. Surprised, they looked at it for a moment, and Tyler got up to answer the call.
“Hello?” Tyler asked.
The building manager’s voice was on the other end again, “Hi, are you two doing ok in there?”
“Yeah, we’re fine,” Tyler replied.
“Great! Listen, the maintenance crew has just arrived with the emergency gear. They said they can get you out in the next twenty minutes. So, that’s good news. Just hang in there.”
“That’s great,” he replied, “We’ll see you then.”
As Tyler hung up the phone, he told Nikki the news, and in a panic, they hurried to get their clothes back on. The maintenance crew arrived sometime later and got them out of the small room. Needless to say, Nikki blew off the guy she was planning to meet that night and invited Tyler to come by instead. He agreed; after all, he had the rest of the day off.

 

 

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Caught by the babysitter

This week’s Erotic Bite tells the story of a couple who finds themselves needing a babysitter for their son. They find Adria, and agree she’s perfect for the job. Soon, Adria begins to remind the father of a younger version of his wife, and finds himself drawn closer and closer to her.

The bright glow of morning began to shine through the blinds of the bedroom window. Although it did not shine directly onto the bed, it was still enough to stir the sleeping, brunette man that laid in bed, asleep. As he took his first deep breath of the day, his arm reached up above his head, and shifted his body to stretch his muscles. The grey sheets slid down his body, revealing a fit, shaven abdomen. It was almost a very relaxing wake-up, until the alarm went off next to him. Rick turned his head quickly, and reached over to shut it off with a slap, cursing it.

He laid his head back on his pillow, and rubbed his hand over his face. There was a good amount of stubble, and he’d need to shave before work. His eyes began to focus, staring at the ceiling, after rubbing the sleep from them. Just next to him, he felt his wife begin to stir, but settled again, not too disturbed by the sound of the alarm. He couldn’t see her face, as she laid with her back to him, but her silky, black hair rested on the pillow. Rick slowly pulled the covers off of his body, and quietly got up, making his way to the adjacent bathroom.

His skin began to feel a bit cold as he relieved himself, and moved quickly, but quietly, back into bed to warm himself up again. As he climbed back under the covers, his wife turned over onto her back, and gently cooed, still half asleep. He smiled, looking at her, admiring how beautiful she looked, even when she was just waking up. Carmina was an exotic woman with olive skin and the most beautiful almond-shaped eyes Rick had ever seen. The sheets had been pulled down a bit, and showed off her thin, white nighty barely able to cover the larger, natural breasts Rick was so fond of.

Rick watched her, and knew he had to make sure she was going to wake up, but he was drawn to her dark nipples, barely covered by the nighty. He was already feeling himself getting a bit hard as he licked his lip, and bit it. He’d been married to Carmina for eight years, and her body still had a huge effect on him. He gently brushed the hair from her face first, thinking it might draw her from her sleep, but barely affected her. Looking back down at her chest, he couldn’t resist gently taking one of her breasts in his hand, and slowly massaged it.

His exotic wife squirmed a bit, and cooed for him again. She wouldn’t open her eyes, but she slowly bit her lip as he continued to tease her breast. He knew his wife was waking up, and she was getting in the mood as well. He felt her nipple becoming hard under his fingers, and gently squeezed them between his forefinger and middle finger. Carmina inhaled sharply, and bit her lip more as she squirmed a bit more, but still refused to open her eyes. Rick took it as a challenge to see just how much he could tease his wife before she would give in and admit she was conscious.

Although, it seemed two could play that game, as Rick felt his wife’s hand grasp his hardening shaft, and started stroking him. There was no denying she was awake, but she clearly wanted to play this game just a little longer. Rick doubled down, and massaged both of her breasts with both hands, putting in more effort to tease them. Carmina was loving it. She bit her lip, and put some extra effort into getting him good and hard as well. It was too soon to know which of them would give in first.

Just under the covers, Rick could see the her legs begin to part more and more, and there was movement around her crotch. His wife was rubbing herself, and Rick knew it was about to come to a head very shortly. Her breathing was picking up, and she seemed to be trying to hold back letting out some very erotic moans. Her eyes were beginning to open as her cheeks flushed with arousal. Her honey-colored eyes looked up at him, and she smiled at him seductively, emboldening him to take her now.

He rolled over onto her, holding himself up above her, watching her eyes beg for him. Her legs had spread even further apart, and she used her fingers to open up her glistening womanhood, inviting him into her. Rick’s wife had always been a very sexual person, and never passed up a chance for great sex with her husband. He brought his stiff, hard rod to her opening, rubbing the head along her juices, coating the head, and pushed his hips forward. Carmina tilted her head back, and made a low groan as she felt his prick inside her.

Her insides always felt like warm silk wrapped around Rick’s cock. He moved slowly inside her, getting his whole shaft lubed with her honey. His caramel-skinned wife wrapped her legs around his waist, and she used her ankles to push him deeper into her as she moaned quietly. Rick could feel her body getting hotter with excitement, and was about to really give it to her. But his efforts were extinguished completely when a soft knock on their bedroom door was heard.

“Mommy?” a young boy’s voice spoke from behind the door.

In that one moment, Carmina’s libido had dropped like a stone. When she was in the bedroom with only her husband, she was the exotic, sexual animal that only Rick could sate; but as soon as their son, Michael, entered the picture, she was ‘mommy’ first.

“Yes, sweety?” she called out to him from bed. The two of them had stopped moving completely from the neck down. Rick sighed in frustration, knowing neither of them were going to get to finish that morning.

“Mommy, can you make breakfast for me?” Michael asked, not opening the door. Rick and Carmina made it a rule that their son was never allowed to open their bedroom door when it was closed, for obvious reasons.

“Ok, baby. Let mommy get dressed, and I’ll make you some cereal.” she answered to him. She looked up at her husband with apologetic eyes, “I’m sorry, hun.” she whispered.

Rick groaned as his wife pushed on his chest, and his softening prick slid out with a tiny ‘plop’, rolling onto his back next to her. She got up, and let her nighty slide back down over her hips and shapely, latina butt. Rick looked her body up and down, and still couldn’t help but wish they could finish what they started, but all he could do was say, “Damn…”

“I know, hun.” she said, putting on her morning robe, “But he starts school today, and I need to make sure he’s prepared, and finds his class. We can always pick this up again tonight, once he’s in bed.” she smiled, coming back to kiss him, and left the room.

Rick had always imagined things would get easier once Michael started school. The first few years of having a child are always difficult, of course, but he’d always thought he would learn to have more independence once he started school. But Carmina was also the type to be super advocating for Michael. She had high hopes for him, and encouraged him to get the best educational experience he could get. Rick wanted the best for his son as well, but also believed he and his wife needed some time to themselves once in awhile too.

The day had gone very well for the family. Carmina made sure their son looked good with his new school clothes, his hair brushed, his lunch packed, and all his supplies in his backpack. He was already a good-looking boy, with his father’s good looks, and his mother’s eyes and tanned skin. Rick and his wife watched with pride as they took their son to his first day of elementary school. Rick had to urge his wife to leave afterwards, worried she would wait in front of the school all day if he didn’t. Needless to say, she was a bit emotional as they left for work afterwards.

Later that afternoon, Carmina had left work to pick up Michael from school, but not without consequence. After Rick had come home that night, his wife had described how her supervisor was none too happy that she had to leave so early in the day.

“Well, doesn’t he know that you need to pick him up from school each day? What does he expect you to do then?” Rick discussed.

His wife shrugged, “I asked him that too, he only reminded me that I made a commitment to a specific quality of work, and I can’t do that if I have to leave early each afternoon.”

Rick scoffed, “Your boss is an ass. Probably doesn’t have any kids of his own.” It was a conflicting situation. Carmina worked in advertising, which paid very well for them, but was also very demanding. She couldn’t just quit to be a stay-at-home mom. Rick looked into the next room, and watched his son playing with his toys by himself, and considered his options.

“What about a babysitter, just for the afternoons? Someone who could pick him up from school, and watch him until we come home from work each day?” he suggested, “I mean, he was going to daycare before, this shouldn’t feel any different for him.”

Carmina looked up at him, looking intrigued by the idea. She twirled her finger through her ebony hair as she considered it, as she always did. She curled her lip, “Can we afford it?”

Rick nodded once, “We should. It’s only for a few hours each day.”

His wife didn’t give a reply, but turned towards the computer on the table, and did a search for local babysitters. A slew of results came up almost immediately, and there was no shortage of available babysitters. Carmina checked each one, and quietly muttered their qualifications and ratings, filtering through them all. Rick stepped into the kitchen nearby to pour himself a cup of coffee while his wife worked.

“Here’s a good one! Adria Sommers.” she called out to him. Rick returned to see a picture of a young woman on the screen with her profile next to it.

“She’s very highly rated, lots of prior experience, specializes in child education, and she’s available for hire.” his wife described her, enamored.

“How old is she?” Rick asked, leaning closer to examine her picture closer. Her face looked rather young for someone with as much experience as she did. He noticed she was quite pretty, and also rather exotic-looking. Her skin tone was a medium tan color, with dark hair.

“Umm, she’s twenty.” Carmina answered, “Oh! It says here she’s been working in childcare since she was fifteen.” she seemed to like this babysitter more and more.

“I’m sold,” Rick declared, standing up straight again, and taking a sip from his mug. His wife was already pulling out her cell phone, dialing her contact number. A few seconds later, she was speaking to her on the phone. Since it was a bit of an emergency, they agreed to an interview that evening. Carmina shared their details, and how to find them.

Around twenty-five minutes later, the doorbell rang, and Carmina practically leapt up to go answer the door. Rick followed close behind as she opened the door. Standing there was the lovely, young woman from the picture. However, Rick hadn’t expected to see that the babysitter also had the rockin’ body of an exotic dancer! She was very slender, with a perky chest underneath a light blue, short-sleeve top, and long legs that stopped at a tight pair of booty shorts. Her dark hair was tied back in a lazy ponytail as she smiled at them.

“Hi.” she spoke, her voice full of youth and spunk, “I’m Adria.”

Carmina stepped to the side, “Hello, dear. Come on in.” she replied, sounding pleased. The young woman stepped inside, and looked around at the interior.

“I’m Carmina Atherton, we spoke on the phone. And this is my husband, Richard.” his wife introduced him.

Rick extended a hand to the pretty, young woman, “You can call me ‘Rick’.” he said, smiling at her. Adria shook his hand.

“It’s nice to meet you both.” she answered them, “Your house is lovely, by the way.”

Carmina smiled wider with pride, “Thank you, I’ve worked hard on it.” she joked, and they both giggled. They continued to make small talk while Rick brought them something to drink. After several minutes, they proceeded to business.

“So, I figure since it’s only a few hours a day, and I live fairly close to here,” Adria began, “I suppose I can do about… twenty-five dollars per day?”

Rick and Carmina looked at each other, non-verbally considering her offer. They both made small nods to each other, then looked back at the exotic young woman. “Yeah, that fits right into our budget,” Carmina answered, “Would you like to meet Michael?”

Adria nodded with a smile. Rick stood up, and instructed her to follow him. He led her down the hall into Michael’s room, and knocked on the door before opening it. Michael was playing a game on his handheld device when he looked up and saw the new lady with his dad.

“Michael, this is Adria. She’s going to be picking you up after school, then watch you until we come home.”

“Mommy’s not gonna pick me up?” he asked with a small, shy voice, looking up at the pretty girl.

“I’m sorry, buddy.” he said softly, kneeling down in front of him, “Mommy and daddy need to work, but we’ll come home before dinner time. She’s really nice, it’ll be like when you used to go to daycare.”

“Hi, Michael.” Adria spoke, kneeling next to Rick, “I hope we’ll get to be friends. Whatcha playing with?”

Michael showed her the handheld gaming device, and showed her how it worked. Rick could see she was working on establishing a friendly relationship with his son, so he left them alone to get to know each other. He came back out to the den where his wife was already staring at a notepad, playing with a pen between her fingers. Rick figured it was likely his wife was writing out a checklist for Adria, listing her responsibilities, emergency contact info, rules, etc.

Fifteen minutes afterward, Adria bid them both farewell, and Carmina instructed her to arrive early tomorrow, and gave her the spare house key. Once she left, Carmina went back to setting up the checklist for Adria to see tomorrow. Even after Rick had taken a shower, his wife was still working on her list. He ended up going to bed alone that night, disappointed they couldn’t finish what they had started that morning.

Several days had passed since the couple had hired Adria to take care of their son after school. It was the middle of the afternoon, and Rick had just finished work for the day. He was employed as an accountant for a rather laid-back firm, and was allowed to head home early if he’d finished his paperwork sooner than expected. It didn’t happen often, but he would be able to spend more time with his son when it did. His wife wouldn’t be home for another two hours, so he had some time to kill as he pulled into his driveway.

Stepping into his house, he announced he was home, but there was no one around. Setting his briefcase and coat on a chair, he looked at the table, and saw Michael’s backpack open, and a sheet of paper with his homework already finished. Confused, he searched around the house.

“Adria?” he called out, but there was no reply. Then he heard Michael’s voice shouting something from somewhere. It sounded like it came from the back yard, so he headed out there. Stepping out back, he saw his son and the babysitter running around in the grass with their bathing suits on, while a sprinkler shot water all around. The two of them ran back and forth through the tiny streams of water, chasing each other, laughing, and playing.

Rick laughed as he watched the two of them having fun, which caught their attention.

“Daddy!” Michael shouted as he ran towards Rick. He knelt down to give his son a hug, albeit a wet one.

“He finished his homework, and wanted to play outside.” Adria told him, “I figured, since it’s a hot day, why not run through the sprinkler?”

Rick chuckled, “It’s fine, Adria.” he said, just as Michael jumped through the streams of water again. He and Adria looked at each other for a moment, and he thought, for a moment, that she looked a bit embarrassed. He wasn’t sure why, but his eyes began to travel further down her body, noticing her more. She wore a simple, black bikini that seemed to accentuate her exotic, tanned skin. The water seemed to bead off her, and the wet fabric caused her nipples to become hard, and poke through the fabric. Which made it difficult to leave anything to the imagination.

Catching himself, he quickly brought his eyes back to her’s and smiled, hiding his thoughts, “That’s fine, I just got off work early is all. You two can still play for a bit, if you want. I’m just gonna go change out of my clothes.” he replied, holding up his arms, and showing off the wet blotches on his shirt where his son hugged him.

Adria giggled, “Ok, Mr. Atherton. I’ll make sure he’s dry before coming inside.” then she turned and started playfully chasing Michael once more.

Stepping back inside, Rick had to exhale, and reached down to reposition his prick through his pants, making sure he didn’t have a bulge showing. Feeling himself become flush, he went to his bedroom to put on some comfortable clothes. Once he removed the wet work shirt he’d had on, he took a second to relieve himself in the bathroom first. After finishing up, he gave it a good shake, and was about to go when his eyes became drawn to something. Above the toilet was a small, tinted window at about chin height, which had a view of the back yard.

He watched as Adria chased and danced through the water with his son, and observed her body closer. He watched as her breasts bounced a little when she ran across the grass, and looked at her petite ass when she bent over. He quickly became fully hard as he watched her, and couldn’t resist the temptation to grasp his prick, and slowly stroke as he watched. In his mind, he saw Adria in her black bikini, water falling all around her, soaking her. Her hands running through her ebony hair as she watched him, and he stroked harder. He imagined this young woman slowly untying her bikini top in his mind, and seeing her perky, soaked breasts, and he stroked faster.

Rick slowly closed his eyes and bit his lip, feeling his face heat up. He no longer watched Adria playing outside, only the Adria that teased him in his mind. He could see her dark, hardened nipples on her two perfect tits, just before she turned around for him. He saw her look back at him, watching him as she slowly bent over, and pulled down her bikini bottoms. Her perfect, little ass taunted him, and he felt himself build towards cumming as he saw her puffy cunt lips peeking between her caramel thighs. He couldn’t hold back, and grunted as he released a huge load of spunk onto the bathroom wall; stream after stream bursting from his tip.

After feeling a much needed release, Rick calmed himself, and grabbed some toilet paper to clean up the mess he’d made. All the while, realizing that he wanted to fuck the babysitter. He couldn’t be sure if it was because he and Carmina hadn’t had sex much recently, or if it was because Adria reminded him of a younger version of his wife, but he wanted her. The fact that he could never have her in that way only seemed to make him crave her more.

Nearly a week had passed since Rick began fantasizing about his son’s babysitter in her bikini, and he still couldn’t stop thinking about her. Even in the middle of the day, sitting at his cubicle, going through paperwork, he was semi-hard for her. His only hope for taking his mind off of her was to try and focus more on the tasks at hand. He didn’t allow his mind to wander towards anything other than the numbers on the page, and the arithmetic that followed. He was brought out of his trance, however, when his cell phone rang. Checking it, he saw it was his wife calling.

“Hey hun.” Rick answered.

“Hey babe, it’s me.” Carmina began, “Listen, I’m excusing Michael from school for his dentist appointment.”

Surprised, he checked his calendar, realizing he forgot to mark it, “Crap, that’s today?”

“Yeah. It’s ok, I forgot too. I only just got the call from the receptionist today, so I’m taking the rest of the day off.”

“And what did your boss think of that?” Rick asked.

“Well, he wasn’t happy, to say the least. But he let me off anyway. I’m visiting my mother today as well, so I’ll just take Michael with me.” she explained.

“Ok.”

“Also, I can’t seem to reach Adria. I need to let her know she doesn’t need to work today, but maybe her phone’s on the charger or… I dunno.”

“Well,” Rick checked his watch, then his paperwork, “I’m actually about to finish in a few minutes. I can tell her myself when I get home.”

“Ok, sounds good. I love you, I’ll see you when I get home.” Carmina finished.

“Love you too, bye.” Rick replied, hanging up.

True to his word, Rick managed to finish up the few extra reports in a short amount of time. He filed them out, and grabbed his briefcase to head home for the day. While entering his car, and driving to his house, he became aware of the fact that this would be the first time he and Adria would alone together. Although the thought of that made his skin hot, and his chest flush, he was a married man. He was going to be professional about it, and just tell the young lady she could take the day off, and that would be it.

Within a few minutes, Rick had pulled into his driveway, and saw Adria’s car there as well. It seemed she had already arrived, and was probably making preparations for the day. Rick was starting to get a strange feeling, like something was trying to send him a warning as he walked towards his front door. Ignoring his instincts, he opened his front door and stepped inside, setting his things down on the table. He didn’t see Adria anywhere, and hoped she wasn’t already standing outside the school waiting for Michael.

Just to be sure, he checked around the house, wondering if she was perhaps sitting around somewhere. But before he got too far, he did a double-take at the table, and noticed his personal laptop wasn’t where he left it. He checked the den, the kitchen, and the backyard, but Adria was nowhere around. Where was she? And where was his laptop? His confusion was about to frustrate him until he heard a noise coming from his bedroom. It was faint, but he definitely heard a whisper or murmur coming from there.

Slowly, Rick stepped down the hall towards his bedroom door. The door itself was cracked open, so he only had to push it to see inside. The door opened only a small ways in, and Rick nearly gasped at what he saw. Sitting on top of the covers was Adria, stark naked, laying on her back while his laptop sat next to her, playing a porno on the screen. He saw her hands already between her legs, and her knees up in the air.

Her body squirmed ever so slightly as she touched herself, letting out small, soft moans. It appeared she had earbuds in her ears, which would explain why she hadn’t heard him in the house sooner. She looked exactly as Rick had imagined she would look naked, with dark nipples that made her perky breasts so enticing. Her mound looked cleanly shaven, even if he couldn’t see her puffy lips very well from this angle. His manhood stiffened to attention almost the instant he looked over her body.

Unable to help himself, he kept quiet while he watched her, and shifted his view to the video on his laptop, wondering what was making her so horny on his bed. His mouth fell agape when he saw what was playing on the screen. The image was kinda hard to see from this distance but he recognized the sex tape he and his wife made a long time ago.He’d held on to it, and watched it when he wanted some alone time, and felt rather exposed knowing Adria had found it. That thought was quickly pushed aside when he realized half a second afterwards, she was masturbating to him!

He thought about saying something to Adria, perhaps storming in and scolding her for invading their privacy. Or perhaps, walking in, and taking advantage of the situation, except he was a married man. Out of tension, and unsure he would be able to scold her while having a hard-on, he decided he would take the safer route, and do nothing. He just turned around, closed the door back to a crack open, and would sneak out, acting like he hadn’t seen Adria doing what she was doing. Rick’s heart was beating rapidly, and he felt his skin go flush like a man leaving a strip club.

“Ho-ly crap…” he whispered to himself as he made it out the front door. His plan was to  go out somewhere, maybe a coffee house, wait a bit, come back when he guessed she would be done, act like he saw nothing, then rub one out later that night. It would be difficult to wait that long, however, since he was developing blue balls already. His cell phone surprised him as it rang in his pocket. He took it out, and the caller ID read: Adria.

Rick was worried at first, thinking maybe he’d been caught, but he was sure she didn’t notice him. Maybe she was already done, and just catching up on her missed calls? He took a moment to compose himself, and made sure he would sound casual, then answered it.

“Hello?” he answered, sounding almost too casual.

“I know you were watching me.” her voice answered, sounding sultry and seductive.

A sensation shot through his stomach, like a punch in the gut. His eyes widened in shock, and he was speechless for a few moments before he managed to reply, “I-I’m sorry? I don’t know what you mean.”

He heard her giggle on the other end of the line, “Yeah, you do. Why don’t you come back in here? I don’t mind if you watch.”

The phone clicked, and there was only silence. Rick was dumbstruck where he stood, wondering if this was all just a very lucid dream he was having. What was he to do in this situation? The tightening feeling in his stomach only persisted, and proved to him this wasn’t a dream. The right thing to do was go in there, and tell her they couldn’t do this, that their relationship needed to remain professional. But could he do it?

Not seeing any other options, he stepped back into his house, and slowly walked back towards his bedroom to confront the seductress he was paying twenty-five dollars a day. He stopped in front of his door and hesitated, trying to psyche himself up, and convince himself he was only going to tell her that they couldn’t do this. A moment passed, he took a breath, and pushed the door open. He saw her, still lying naked on his bed, and still touching herself as she made small, lewd noises. His laptop, however, was already closed, and had been pushed aside to the foot of the bed.

With a deep breath, and an inevitable erection in his pants, he spoke, “Adria, We really can’t do this. I’m married, and you’re my son’s bab–”

“Come closer.” she interrupted him.

Rick was silent a moment, and normally wasn’t one to take orders, but she had a strange effect on him. He stepped further into his room, and stood just in front of his bed.

“Do you want me?” she asked, looking up at him while her hands slowly moved up and down her body, going over her breasts, and along her thighs.

Rick shuddered at her words, but calmly tried to respond, “Adria, please.”

“I know you’ve been looking at me, and I’m pretty sure you’ve been thinking about my body.” she sat up, and shifted closer to the edge of the bed, sitting with her legs hanging over the edge. She looked up at him with hazel eyes, and ebony hair draped over her shoulder.

“I can’t.” Rick replied meekly, it took all of his strength and willpower to resist her. The only real sign to prove otherwise was the large bulge pushing through the fabric of his pants.

She reached up and rubbed his bulging prick, “If you don’t, I’ll tell your wife you did anyway. But if you do, it’ll be our little secret.” a smile crossed her face as she spoke those last few words. She was clearly not going to stop until she got what she wanted, and Carmina would probably believe her over him anyway. He found himself with very few options, and gave in. Adria began to undo his pants, and Rick did nothing to stop her.

With a look of victory on her face, Adria pulled his pants and boxers down, looking at his hard member with a lusty stare.

There was no denying how much Rick wanted her right then, and the only thing that really held him back was the fact he was already married. He watched her take his throbbing prick, and wrap her mouth around the head, sucking on it to tease him. Rick’s breathing picked up, in utter disbelief that this was really happening to him, that he was at the mercy of this young babysitter. Becoming gradually encouraged, he unbuttoned his shirt as her mouth made small movements over the tip, and her hand stroked his shaft. If he was going to be blackmailed into having sex with her, he may as well enjoy it, and not have to hold back.

He ran his fingers through her hair, and grabbed a chunk of it. Adria seemed to enjoy the feel of his pulling, and moaned a little on his shaft. He thought it was peculiar that she would do this, and even go so far as to ‘borrow’ his laptop just to see a video of him and his wife having sex. While Rick fantasized about her, apparently, Adria had been fantasizing about him as well. If she was bold enough to threaten his marriage just to get a good fucking from him, then he would give her what she asked for.

Rick reached down and grabbed her perky breasts, massaging and groping like he would to Carmina. The feeling was encouraging Adria to take more of him into her mouth, and Rick moved his hips forward so she would take as much as she could. She made some small gagging noises as his prick began to hit the back of her throat, but she didn’t want to stop. The little slut really him to give it to her, and seemed really persistent. The feeling was amazing, but Rick wouldn’t last much longer if she kept going with oral, so he had to milk it now.

He pulled her head off his cock, and pushed her down onto her back. Grabbing her legs, he brought one over his chest, with her ankle up on his shoulder, and spread the other one to her side. Her cunt was opened wide, and already glistening with her honey.

“Yeah baby, fuck me.” she spoke in a low voice, almost in disbelief that he was about to enter her. She reached down and rubbed her juices all over her labia, and spread them open for him. Her pussy was already puffy, and begged to devour his cock. Her opening was a beautiful, cleanly shaven, piece of heaven, with a perfect balance of caramel and pink.

He couldn’t wait any longer. Rick brought the head of his dick to her spread opening, and pushed it straight in, her juices lubing him instantly. She let out a loud moan of complete ecstasy as she tilted her head back, and clenched her eyelids. Her pussy felt tight around his shaft, and felt amazing for him. She had a clench that came from having orgasmed once already, but she clearly wanted more than that.

Once he was all the way inside her, he began thrusting into her snatch, feeling her walls slide back and forth along his length. Adria moaned like a horny slut, grasping her own breast with one hand, and reaching above her head to grab the covers with the other. His worries were beginning to fade as he watched how much she was enjoying his cock. He started working into her more and more, pushing deeper and deeper. He could feel her womanhood getting hotter with lust as she was getting close to an orgasm.

Rick groped her breast as he continued to plow into her, determined to make the little brat cum on his cock. Her moans began turning into high pitched cries as her body started tensing up. Her legs were pushing closer together, and her back started to arch higher, and her mouth open for a silent shout. A hot stream rushed through her insides, and coated his dick as her slit clenched him hard. The tight sensation began to send Rick over the edge as well, and he couldn’t hold back a large stream of his cum from shooting inside her.

Lights began to flicker in his eyes as his orgasm took over. His body tightened up, then went limp. He was breathing heavily, and grunting as he unloaded inside the babysitter, and reached his sexual high. After a moment, he slowly pulled his now softening shaft out from inside her, and collapsed, laying down on the bed next to Adria.

As both of them laid there, breathless, it was clear they were both a bit disappointed at how quickly they had both reached orgasm. Rick had imagined having a lot more fun from this experience, but it had been some time since he’d had sex with his wife too. He just hoped that Adria wasn’t too disappointed to the point of breaking the deal anyway. He turned his head towards her and saw she was looking up at the ceiling with euphoric eyes, and hoped he’d at least brought her some satisfaction, at least.

She turned towards him, and suddenly gave a very mischievous grin. At that point, Rick felt a pang of fear at her expression, and wondered what she was considering. Adria quickly got back up, and stood in front of him, leaning down to grab his half-soft prick, and started stroking it again. Rick was still quite sensitive from having just orgasmed, and jolts of sensory overload shot through his body, making his limbs jerk slightly. She took his dick back in her mouth, and focused on her oral game with him, bobbing her head up and down on him with a purpose.

“What are you doing?” he struggled to say.

She took her mouth off him to reply, but stroked him as she answered, “I want more.” then put him back in her mouth.

Even after releasing his load, she was making his cock grow hard again, and Rick could only lay there as wave after wave of pleasure rushed through him. Once Adria was satisfied he was good and hard again, the little minx climbed onto his lap, and mounted him. Keeping one leg up, she grabbed his rod, and positioned it right back at her opening. She let out a lascivious groan as he lowered herself onto him, and shoved his cock inside her. Her expression made her look insatiable as she started grinding on him, moving her hips back and forth, gyrating her cunt on his hips.

Rick was lost in sweet torture, the sensory overload alone was a bitter-sweet punishment for finishing so quickly only a minute ago. Now he had to endure the task of staying hard until this exotic goddess fulfilled her sexual fantasy of him. Riding him harder and harder, her body began to glisten with sweat, and her breathing became labored until she suddenly stopped. Her legs closed against Rick’s sides, and she tilted her head back with her nails digging into her chest. She had reached another orgasm, letting it wash over her, then immediately started riding him roughly again.

Rick didn’t know how much more he could take, but it was only moments before she tensed up, and orgasmed again. Was it possible that she actually was insatiable? How much was she going to take before she would get her satisfaction? Her love juices were starting to soak Rick’s lap, and he was about to reach a point where she was about to make him cum a second time. No one had ever done that to him, not even Carmina.

He held her thighs with his hands, and started to join the bratty babysitter in her movements. She seemed to be very turned on when she saw he was about to cum inside her again, and locked her eyes with his. Both of them never breaking their eye contact as Rick strained his body, and felt himself release another orgasm, and another shot of cum unloading inside the exotic princess. At the same moment, Adria seemed to almost explode with what must have been her strongest orgasm.

Rick blacked out at that moment, only Adria’s face as she experienced that final orgasm was locked in his mind. He awoke again a couple minutes later, with Adria collapsed next to him. His only thought was that this was probably the single greatest sexual experience of his life, and it was at the hands of a babysitter. Once he was able to stand again, he got up and told her she needed to go before his wife returned. They both got dressed quickly, and Rick walked Adria to the door.

He said nothing of what happened to his wife, and luckily, neither did Adria. Every once in awhile, Rick would use his lunch break to go to Adria’s place for some more fun behind his wife’s back. They were sure to be careful, and never gave any reason for Carmina to suspect anything. Adria continued to babysit Michael during the day, always smiling at Rick whenever they passed.

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Time for a spanking

I can still recall the first time I raised my hand up, held my palm open, and swung it down onto the tender flesh of a woman’s buttocks. The room rang with a sharp, satisfying tone, followed by a whimper of pleasure and pain. The pale skin on her rear was already turning pink, and formed the shape of my hand. She took a breath, dipped her head, looked back at me with her brown eyes, and said, “Again”. Ok, so maybe that was how my second experience in spanking went.

My first experience isn’t as satisfying to read as how it happened later. The first time, we had been making out on a couch. She straddled me wearing only a t-shirt and panties, and my hands were already holding her ass. She seemed to enjoy having her buttocks fondled the way I had been doing so, so in my mind, smacking her butt was the next step up from there. I was very nervous about it, because I didn’t want to end up hurting her, so I went easy on her. So much so, it wasn’t so much a smack as it was a good butt patting.

She stopped, and gave me this bewildered look, and I immediately thought I had just killed the mood.

“What are you doing?” she asks me.

“Uh, I’m sorry. I thought…um.”

She smirks, and giggles at me, “You don’t know how to smack a girl’s ass?”

I was utterly embarrassed, and thought I wouldn’t hear the end of it. Instead, she immediately took the role of my teacher. She climbed off my lap, and bent herself over me, like I was about to discipline a child. She held her ass up, as if presenting it to me.

“Try again, but harder,” so I tried a little harder.

“I’m not gonna break. Go harder.”

I’ll be honest, I was still worried I’d go too hard, but I did as she said, and smacked her ass harder. It made a good sound, but apparently not enough.

“Ugh, dammit. HARDER!!”

At that point, I had lost all my inhibition to not cause her harm, and swung my hand at her round cheeks with the force I remembered feeling on my own ass when I had stolen something from my parents. At first, I was certain I’d gone too far. But as she rocked forward, and I felt the rising heat in my palm, she let out this cry I’d never heard before. It was a combination of whimpering, and an aroused moan. My first instinct was to apologize, but hers was to pull her panties down.

From that moment on, I discovered a lot of things about spanking, and the effect that it has. I learned that not only is spanking a very real fetish, but that it’s also one shared by more people than you would think. I also learned how much it varies from person to person, vis-a-vis: strength preferred, location, and tolerance. Furthermore, there’s different reasons for wanting to be spanked.

For a lot of people, it comes down to the feeling of that sting, the growing warmth that comes shortly after, and the tingling sensation on their skin. Some enjoy the amount of bodily contact that goes with it, while others do it for the punishment roleplay. The punishment roleplay usually comes from those who are more passive, or submissive, or just like seeing their partner acting more dominant.

As I mentioned, preferences in spanking vary in different regards. Although some like to be spanked in different parts of their bodies, I do know of a particular ‘sweet spot’ that is often adored by all. The section where the buttocks and upper thigh meet is particularly enjoyable, and if done right, isn’t exactly painful at all. This is due to the fact that the nerve endings on that part of the buttocks are directly linked to the same nerves in a woman’s vulva or man’s scrotum.

Now for the really tricky part: what if you’re into being spanked, but your partner is not? Or, what if you don’t know if you like to be spanked, but still curious about it? Well, I may be able to help you out with that. The first step, of course, is to understand what you’re getting into, and why. I mentioned earlier about people having different reasons for wanting to be spanked. Does the punishment roleplay entice you, or is it just the feeling you’re hungry for?

giphySpank me, dammit!

Take some time with your partner, and look up some videos on youtube, or some porn site, where spanking is involved. Watch it together, and discuss if this is something you want to do. Keep in mind, even though you may be scared as the spankee, your partner is also just as nervous being the spanker. They will have fears about hurting you, or going to hard or too far, but make it a point to start gentle at first, and coach them along until you both find your sweet spot. If you know the reason for your desires, be sure to let your partner know too. If you tell them you like to be punished, your partner can focus on their role as ‘punisher’, or if you just like the sensation, your partner knows to focus more on just doing it right. Finally, trust your spanker, and trust they will go only as far as needed to get you to that point of maximum excitement. If you’re still worried, establish a safe word beforehand, something to let them know to cease immediately.

If you want to take things a step further, there’s a few things you could try to make it more exciting. The easiest, but probably scariest, is to visit your local sex and lingerie shop, and invest in a new paddle, or flogger, or my personal favorite, the riding crop. It may seem daunting at first, but believe me when I say it adds a new dimension of sensation and excitement.

Next, if you’re in the mood to be spanked, but feel like it might be a little awkward to simply approach your man and ask, “Will you spank me?”, there’s some things you can do. Take a pair of your panties, and use permanent marker to write something like: ‘Spank me’, or ‘I’ve been naughty’ on the backside. These will be designated as your ‘spanking underwear’, and will cue your partner to your desires. Just slip them on when you’re in the mood, and make sure your partner sees them. Another less subtle, but very effective, way to communicate your desires is to dress in something sexy, lay out a collection of implements to use for spanking(floggers, paddles, riding crops, belts, etc.), and assume your favorite spanking position. Your partner will come in, and everything is already at their disposal. It will also build tension as they try to decide what to use on you.

Hopefully, this will help you in discovering, or developing, your interests in spanking. Understand, this is not some twisted pleasure, and your interest in giving, or receiving, this kind of pain does not indicate there is something wrong with you. As long as it excites you, and you can do so safely and consensually, then you should do so without regrets. And, may I say, I’m always available for a demonstration, should you want one 😉

Feel free to comment below, and tell me about one of your experiences in spanking, or being spanked. Do you have any other advice when it comes to spanking?

 

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Revenge is best served three-ways

This week’s Erotic Bite tells the story of a woman with a sister who constantly sets her up with bad guys. She discovers an opportunity to get back at her sister, once and for all, and then some. Enjoy!

A yellow taxi stops in front of a cheap, little apartment building. A long row of fair-looking houses sit on the opposite side of the street. Each one was closed off by it’s own wire fence, and all lit by yellow street lights. The taxi door opens, and a petite, young woman steps out in a violet and blue, patterned sundress. Her brown hair was styled, and it was clear she had spent a good amount of time on her make-up.

As Bethany exited, a young man who was barely dressed to go out exited from the taxi door on the other side, and called out to the young woman.

“Aren’t you going to ask me to come in?”

“Not likely.” the young woman replied, not looking back. She only kept walking towards her apartment door. Part of her had been hoping tonight’s date would go much better, but she was beginning to realize the local men were all single for a reason. As she unlocked her door, she heard the taxi drive off. The guy probably thought she might change her mind before she got to the door, as if her need for sex would overpower how bad the date was.

Bethany closed the door behind her, and let out a long exhale. She cursed her sister, Carrie, for always setting her up on blind dates with losers like him. Every guy she’d dated in the last couple months seemed like they might be nice guys, but had some major flaws. There had been one that worked as a grocery bagger who complained his job was too hard, then the guy who was texting his ex the whole dinner. Then there was this guy who still lived with his parents.

Bethany knew her sister only had the best intentions for her, but jeez. At the very least, she thought Carrie could at least try to find out a bit more about these guys before setting them up. Bethany kicked off her heels, and grabbed a cold beer from the refrigerator. She took a long swig from her drink before deciding to collapse on her couch, and take some time to just decompress. Her apartment was rather small, and modest, but perfect for a single woman who worked in a clothing store at a local shopping center.

She had aspirations of greater things in the past, but it didn’t work out the way she’d hoped. She thought she could have been further up the corporate ladder after a few years, but still found herself as a sales associate who spends a lot of her time folding clothes. She even had a boyfriend in high school she was really hoping to spend her life with, but he broke up with her shortly before graduation. Still, she thought about him a lot, especially on days like this.

After chugging her beer, she tossed it like a basketball into a small trash can a few feet away. There was only one sure-fire way to relax and unwind after spending a couple hours listening to some loser explain his plans for the future, yet made no real preparations for. Bethany got in her bedroom, closed the blinds, and got undressed as she turned on her dvd player. The film that began playing was the same one she’d been watching every other night for a while now. She laid in her bed, completely nude, her medium-sized chest freed from her cheap bra, and watched a slender woman on the tv screen getting grabbed by a nude man with tattoos.

The video was one of Bethany’s favorite pornos, and featured dominant men getting rough with women who enjoyed that kind of treatment. She immediately began rubbing and groping her own chest as the video played, while her slender legs slid up and down her sheets in desire. She bit her lip as she stared at the tattooed man’s ripped body, and for a moment, she tasted a bit of the lipstick she was wearing that night. Bethany loved guys with tattoos, they always drove her crazy. Her ex-boyfriend, Nathan, got a bunch of tattoos shortly after they got out of high school, and she found it hard not to be attracted to him anymore.

The man on the screen had now gotten the slender woman on her knees, and brought his erect member to her lips. The slender woman eagerly took it into her mouth, and began sucking on him, clearly not afraid to take a good length in. Bethany couldn’t help but fantasize about taking Nathan’s cock in her own mouth as she watched the video. Since she couldn’t have Nathan, she had to settle for the next best thing, which was stowed away in a drawer in her nightstand. She opened the door and reached in, retrieving a sizeable, green dildo.

She’d bought it on a dare a couple years ago, and found herself using it more often than she cared to admit. It had a twistable knob on the back end to turn on the vibration function, which she only ever used on it’s lowest setting. Bethany wrapped her lips around the end of her toy, and sucked on it. She enjoyed putting something phallic in her mouth. It gave her the sensation of knowing she was driving a man wild with lust for her, and made her feel empowered to control how badly someone wanted her.

She took more of the green, fleshy latex in her mouth, a small moan of excitement emerging from the back of her throat as she pinched her nipple. She held the phallic toy in place, and bobbed her head forward and back, trying to recreate the sensation of working a man’s cock in her mouth. Her legs slid along the bed, and parted on their own, impulsively. She could already feel her womanhood warming up, and tingling in anticipation. But she couldn’t let herself give in to temptation quite yet.

She pulled her little, green toy from her mouth, and saw it glisten with her saliva. Spreading her legs further apart, she turned the small, black knob on the bottom, and heard the hum of the toy vibrate to life. Bethany quivered in excitement, and tilted her head back slightly as she brought the head of the vibrating phallus to her small hood. Jolts of pleasure shot through her body the moment it made contact, and another small moan escaped her lips. She loved to tease herself as she watched porn.

The tattooed man on the video began fingering his slender lover, his hand moving in and out of her with a rapid and ravenous rhythm. Bethany’s breathing picked up as her pleasure increased, and the head of her toy moved up and down her labia. A strong shock of bliss shot through her every time it came in contact with her little nub. She could feel the toy beginning to glide over her opening as her honey began to coat it. It was getting harder and harder to hold back, she wanted to bring herself to release.

The tattooed man brought his stiff cock to the slender woman’s opening, shoving it inside her, and Bethany heard the woman let out a moan of pure ecstasy. Bethany could hold it no longer, she needed to feel the same sensation. She held her toy in line with her opening, and pushed the green member deep into her cunt. The walls of her womanhood already began clenching it in desire. She let out a long moan as she immediately started moving it in and out of her opening.

She’d been wanting this all day, she wanted someone who was man enough to take her like the tattooed man in the video. To grab her and take her, make her submit herself to his pleasures. She doubted any of the guys she’d gone on blind dates with would even last a minute with her, or even try to take control. She tried to get a guy like that, but only ever had one guy who could take charge the way she wanted. She lost that guy back in high school to a total skank.

Thinking about it drove her into a jealous frenzy that made her want it rougher. She pumped the toy into her even more rapidly, and pinched her nipple with her free hand. She started moaning more as she did, and for a moment, worried the neighbor in the next apartment might hear her. Bethany looked up at the video, and saw the tattooed man pinning the slender woman’s legs down as they sat spread wide open for him. The man was driving his cock into her cunt like a jackhammer.

Bethany worked her toy into her pussy even more, she used her other hand to grab the back of her knee, and pull it closer to her chest. She started to feel her sex building to a climax, and persisted with the rough treatment. Her vaginal walls started to tighten around the toy, and she could feel a hot rush building inside her. Her neck began to crane, and her mouth opened up in a silent scream as she felt herself orgasm. The hot rush pushed through her, and she had to pull out her toy as a splash of hot, orgasmic fluid shot out of her opening.

She kept rubbing her fingers into her hot button, trying to ride out her climax, her legs lifting her pelvis above the bed. Finally, she could take no more, and let her body go limp and rest. She breathed heavily as she tried to recover. The air in her room was heavy with the scent of sex, the thin layer of sweat on her body, and the trace of perfume she’d been wearing that night. Bethany managed to open her eyes, and still see the video playing with the tattooed man still plowing into the girl. Not wanting to just let it keep running, she grabbed the remote off her nightstand, and turned it off.

Though she was feeling satisfied, there was always the disappointment of not having a someone who could make her feel this way. It just wasn’t the same doing it alone, no matter how hot the porn was, or how good her dildo was. Her thoughts came back to her ex, Nathan, and how he could have easily given her that kind of satisfaction. If he hadn’t left Bethany, she could have been enjoying him right now. Instead, Nathan was now married, and to Bethany’s sister, Carrie, of all people.

 

The next night, Bethany was just getting off work, and checked her phone as she was getting into her car. She had a missed call from her sister, Carrie, and let out an exasperated sigh. Every time Carrie set her up on a blind date, she would call the next day to find out how it went. Sometimes, Bethany wondered if Carrie set her up on dates like this on purpose, just to salt the wound of stealing Nathan from her. Bethany figured she may as well rip off the band-aid, and call her sister back.

“Hello?” called the voice on the other end of the line.

“Hey, girl. It’s me.” Bethany replied.

“Oh, hi!” she began, sounding elated, “So, how did things go with Tony last night?”

“Ugh, I needed a long shower after that train wreck.”

“Really?” her sister’s voice almost seemed genuinely confused, “I was sure he would have been a good match for you. He’s usually a pretty nice guy.”

“Carrie, his mother gave him money to pay for our date. I don’t think there’s any real future there.”

“Oh well, I’m sure there’s someone out there for you.”

Bethany rolled her eyes.

“Well, why don’t you come with me and Nathan to Maverick’s tonight? He’s bringing a few of his friends, and I’d be happy to have you with me as well. It’ll be fun!”

Bethany, thought about her offer a moment. It had been a while since she saw Nathan, and she loved to see how sexy he was whenever she could. If nothing else, she could ogle, and try to sneak in some ‘innocent flirting’ with Nathan.

“Alright, what the hell. It’s ladies night anyway.” Bethany replied, trying not to sound too excited.

“Ok, we’ll be there around seven. And, hey! You might even find a hot guy there.” Carrie replied, before ending the call.

Bethany snorted, doubting something like that would happen. She put her phone in her purse, and started her car. She pulled out of the parking lot, thinking about what to wear that night. She wanted something that would catch Nathan’s eye at the bar, but not give her sister any reason to think that was her intention. She would figure it out when she got home.

 

As seven o’clock rolled around, and the sky turned gold from the setting sun, Bethany pulled into the parking lot just behind Maverick’s. As she found herself a parking space, she spotted Carrie’s car in a space not far from her’s. She was relieved to see she wouldn’t have to wait for them, and got out, making her way to the front door. She decided to put on a small, dark purple dress she’d been holding on to for a while. It hugged her figure, and the back was almost completely open. She put on some matching heels, and some basic make-up.

As she passed the threshold of cool air from the interior AC, she was met with a large, dark room, lit partially by black lights. Mechanical light balls and laser machines always made Bethany giggle as she often remarked how the place reminded her of a strip club, without the strippers. She scanned the crowd, searching for her sister, along with Nathan and his friends. So far, all she could see was a large group of people dancing to some mediocre hip-hop. A bar, lit by blue lights, sat on the far end, and had several people already ordering beers and other small drinks.

There was also a seating area with several booths, and a couple small couches for couples to sit at. Looking at all of the booths, Bethany managed to spot Nathan’s short, blonde, spiked hair. She moved to their booth, and found everyone gathered there. Carrie and Nathan sat at one side, Nathan’s friends were sitting on the other side. The group greeted her excitedly as she arrived, and Carrie scooted over to let Bethany sit down next to her.

Nathan almost looked exactly the same as he did in high school, with the same hairstyle and very fit body. Nathan was on the wrestling team in high school, and still had the muscles that came with it. He was wearing one of his black, graphic tees, and a pair of blue jeans. Carrie, on the other hand, wore a strapless dress with a white bust, and black waist. Her hair was tied back and curly as always.

Bethany looked at the two men on the other side, and recognized them as well. Joe sat on the right, and wore a white, graphic tee and glasses. He worked as an IT guy for a business office somewhere, but he was rather good-looking, in a nerdy kind of way. On the left was Brad, wearing a white button-up shirt with a gray blazer. He apparently had a very successful online business, and liked to show off his money by occasionally paying for the round of drinks.

The conversation was starting up again, and Carrie was explaining some cheesey story about a friend of her’s from work. Bethany was barely half listening to what she said as her eyes drifted off and moved up and down Nathan’s body. He had some very nice tattoos on his arm, and seemed to have gotten a few more since the last time they saw each other. Nathan seemed to notice Bethany was looking at him, and smiled as he started looking back at her. For a few seconds, Bethany thought some of the attraction they had for each other was beginning to come back.

In the middle of the conversation, Carrie had been casually looking back and forth between Nathan and her sister, and decided to steer the topic somewhere else.

“So why didn’t things work with you and Tony last night?” she asked Bethany, abruptly.

Caught off guard, she broke her gaze off Nathan, and stumbled over her words, before replying, “Well, it’s like I told you earlier, he was just too much of a momma’s boy. I wasn’t about to get in the middle of that.”

“That’s a real shame,” Carrie feigned concern, “I really thought he was the kind of guy you would be into.”

Bethany tried to mask her annoyance with a grin, “Well, you’re judgement has been questionable in the past.”

Carrie raised her eyebrows, “I’m just trying to do what I can to find you a good guy, sweetie.”

Bethany was beginning to feel her face turn a bit red, Carrie knew she hated to be called ‘sweetie’, “Well, I think we all know what you do when you find ‘nice guys’.”

Joe and Brad had been sitting silently during this conversation until this point, when Bethany’s last remark was met with a low, synchronized, “Ooooh”.

The cattiness was becoming harder and harder to keep subtle, so Carrie dealt a heavy blow, “If you’re still sore about what happened in high school, I can’t imagine why. It’s all in the past. I just happened to be older, and a bit more experienced, at the time. I just happened to have what Nathan was looking for.”

The air around the booth suddenly felt a bit more awkward, as nobody seemed to have any sort of reply for that. The only thing anyone could hear was the barely entertaining music in the club. With no other defense in her arsenal, Bethany had no other recourse, but to resort to alcohol.

“I’m gonna get a drink.” she calmly announced, getting up from the booth. Bethany could only handle her sister in small doses, and always told herself she’d find a way to get back at her one day. Though, up until now, no such opportunity had ever come up. She made her way past some of the dancing groups, and found the bar. The woman on the other side of the bar  wore a tight top, and had a strangely full tip jar.

Bethany ordered herself a mixed drink as she pulled the skirt of her purple dress a bit lower. As she took a sip of her drink, Bethany had a sensation of another person very close to her.

“Hey there, have I seen you around here before?” a mysterious voice spoke just beside her. Bethany looked to see a man who looked rather inebriated, with a five o’clock shadow, and a wrinkled shirt. This guy looked very much like a ‘bro’, and was clearly only looking to get drunk, and score a one night stand, if he could. Bethany had dealt with guys like this before in the past, and rolled her eyes.

“Sorry, dude. I’m a lesbian.” Bethany answered him very matter-of-factly.

“Really? Is there no way I can change your mind?” he asked, not wanting to give up.

Bethany giggled, “Grow a vagina for me, and I’ll be all your’s.”

The bro looked a bit offended, and walked away, muttering, “Whatever.”

With a forced chuckle, Bethany took her drink, and made her way back to the booth, hopefully without attracting the attention of any more douchebags. Before reaching the booth, she overheard them talking. Joe was the first one she heard.

“Weren’t you just talking about how much more ‘experienced’ you were just a minute ago?”

“Yeah, but I’m married, in case you forgot.” she heard her sister say.

“I dunno, I think it could be fun to see.” Nathan replied.

Realizing there was something possibly scandalous going on between them, Bethany thought she would sit back and listen for a bit, out of their sight. After fighting a passive-aggressive battle with her sister the last six years, she could use some extra ammo.

“So you wanna brag to your sister about how much more experienced you are, and Nathan is giving you a green light, and you’re saying you wouldn’t even consider it?” Bethany recognized Brad’s voice now. But what were they discussing?

“Maybe if I was drunk enough, and horny enough, I may let you guys gangbang me. But that’s a big if!” Bethany’s sister sounded, almost sounding like she was joking.

Bethany’s eyes opened wide, and gave a chortle of disbelief. She’d always known that her sister was a skank, but she had no idea Carrie would openly admit to going that far, just to grab all the attention for herself.

“So you would be open to it?” Nathan asked Carrie.

“I said maybe, hun.”

“Well, in that case,” Joe began again, “We’re gonna need some more drinks!”

“I can’t drive if we drink too much, but we can do some shots at my place.” Nathan suggested.

Bethany was curious to see just how far this could go, and thought she would get the party going. So she stood up, and did her best to act like she just walked in on the conversation.

“Are we about to do shots? I’m in!” she declared.

Joe and Brad cheered like she was a sorority chick who was about to start pole-dancing. Bethany downed her drink eagerly, and the guys began sliding out of their booth. Carrie looked up at her sister, clearly reluctant about the idea of everyone being drunk at her home, but she was out-voted. With a little sneer, Carrie’s eyes locked with Bethany’s as she left the booth, and followed the group of guys out of the club. Bethany simply looked back at her, and set her empty glass on the table.

 

Nearly twenty minutes later, everyone had pulled up into the driveway at Carrie and Nathan’s home. Joe and Brad had arrived last, and had to park on the street, but didn’t seem to mind. As everyone got inside the house, Brad had apparently accepted the role of bartender. He immediately set up the kitchen for making drinks, setting out glasses, emptying trays of ice into a large bowl, and arranging every bottle of alcohol Nathan had laying around. The rest of them just chuckled at his enthusiasm, and remarked on how he was in the wrong line of work.

After Brad had set up his impromptu station, he began pouring shots for the group. At the start, everyone simply made jokes about Brad, and talked about whether or not they should worry about what he would be making them. Brad passed around he shots, and everyone clinked before drinking them. Joe was also showing enthusiasm as he turned on the radio, so they could have a bit of entertainment. Although, part of Bethany suspected he might be looking for a striptease from her later.

Two more shots later, and Bethany figured she would see if she could make her sister uncomfortable, “So, what were you guys talking about at the club? I only caught the tail end of it.”

The men all just snickered and giggled, already half-drunk, but Carrie was suddenly turning red, “Just regular stuff, nothing special.”

“You’re sister said she’d do let us group fuck her if she was drunk enough.” chimed Brad, he was clearly too inebriated to keep things to himself. The other guys chuckled the way most people do when they have a few drinks. Even Bethany was joining in with a little giggle, and was finally starting to enjoy herself after the ordeal in the club. Carrie was starting to look rather embarrassed. It was no secret that she was easy in high school, but she obviously didn’t want to carry that reputation into her adult life.

“Why would you just say that?!” Carrie shouted.

“Chill out, hun,” Nathan began, “we’re just having fun. Besides, you did say you would.”

“Oh, fuck you, Nathan.” Carrie told him, clearly angry now. “You know what, if you three wanna have a group fuck, you can all fuck each other. Me and Bethany are leaving.”

Carrie got up, and grabbed her keys. Bethany gave an awkward look on her face, but felt obligated to follow her sister out. Nathan and his friends reacted to her outburst with a choir of ‘awws’. Carrie was already heading out the door, and Bethany was just behind her. Before they got to Carrie’s car, Bethany stopped her.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t want to make things awkward. I had no idea you guys were talking about that earlier.” she lied to Carrie.

“It’s fine, Beth. They’re just jerks when they get drunk.” she seemed to believe Bethany.

“Are you ok to drive?”

“Yeah, I’m only a little light-headed. I’ll be fine. I think I’ll just crash at Jess’ place tonight. You wanna come too?” Carrie offered.

“No,” Bethany replied, not wanting to ruin her night, “I think I’ll just head home, have some beer, and watch something on tv.”

“Ok, well… I guess I’ll call you later.”

The two of them hugged, and for a moment, there was a sense of sympathy between them. Both of them got into their cars and left. While Carrie left, Bethany was actually circling the block. By the time she arrived back in front of Nathan’s place, Carrie was long gone, and had no idea of what Bethany was planning. She parked her car on the street, a few houses away, and made her way back to the party.

She rang the doorbell, and waited for one of the guys to answer. Bethany didn’t want her sister to know how much she wanted to stay, nor make her suspect she was going to go behind her back to do it. Nathan opened the door, and was surprised to see Bethany standing there. She let herself in before Nathan could say anything, and heard another cheer from Joe and Brad. Bethany raised her arms up in a flourish, as if to announce herself as their prize.

Closing the door behind her, Nathan asked her, “What are you doing back? I thought you’d be out with Carrie.”

“Well, I wasn’t ready to leave. Besides, I was kinda liking the sound of a gangbang with the three of you.” she admitted, pouring another shot of whiskey for herself, then drinking it. There was a moment of total silence, when all of the guys sat there, looking at her with their mouths agape.

“Because I know you want me, and I know you two want me,” she remarked, pointing at Nathan, then pointing to Joe and Brad, “So if my sister doesn’t have the tits to let you all fuck her, then I will.”

As she said that last sentence, Bethany could almost hear the three of them getting an erection. She also found herself feeling rather excited, realizing what she had just admitted, and knowing that the three of them were now hard for her. It seemed that the more she drank, the more frank she was becoming about what she wanted. Bethany walked up to Nathan, and grabbed him by the waist of his jeans, pulling him to the couch, and pushing him onto it.

“And, I think I’ll start with you.”

Nathan didn’t seem as though he was against this idea, and laid back against the couch. Bethany knew she finally had her shot to get back at her sister for stealing Nathan from her, and it made her womanhood tingle in anticipation. She knelt down onto her knees in front of him, and unbuttoned his pants. Behind her, she could hear Brad and Joe whispering amongst themselves. She would get to them in a minute, but for now, her attention was on Nathan.

She pulled his pants down, and reached into his boxers, pulling out his erect cock. He was still as big as Bethany remembered, but she couldn’t remember how long it had been since he was this hard for her. She looked up at Nathan as she stroked his dick, to see the look on his face. His face showed both disbelief, and a deep-seated desire for her. It was hard to be tell through the glazed, inebriated look in his eyes whether he really wanted her bad enough to risk his marriage, or if he was too drunk to care what Carrie thought anymore.

She brought her eyes down to his throbbing member, and wrapped her lips around it’s head, sucking on it at first. Nathan groaned in delight, and Bethany couldn’t be more excited. She felt her panties begin to soak through, and moved her head further down his shaft. She was too nervous to do this for him when they were dating in high school, so she never got the chance to try it on him. Now she would get to do everything she couldn’t do before.

Her head began bobbing up and down in his lap, and Nathan grabbed a handful of her brown hair as she did. Bethany slipped the straps of her purple club dress off her shoulders, letting her breasts free, and slid the hem of the bottom up past the curve of her buttocks. She knew the guys had a perfect view of her silk, red panties she’d been hiding underneath, and heard them making small sounds of awe. She was enthralled with her performance working Nathan’s member, but found her other parts wanting attention as well. She let him out of her mouth just long enough to speak.

“My panties aren’t coming off by themselves, guys!” she didn’t turn her head to them, but spoke loud enough for them to hear.

There was a moment of silence, and then she felt a pair of hands on her waist. Her panties were being pulled past her cheeks, and down her thighs, and she felt a bit of cool air on her bare nethers. Her hips shook slightly from the sensation, as well as the feeling of the silk against her legs. At the same time, a hand cupped one of her breasts, and made her moan quietly on Nathan’s dick. Bethany wanted more, but didn’t want to take her mouth off of Nathan.

She felt someone’s fingers running up and down her labia, and her juices made it slick against her folds. Circles were being rubbed around her clit, and the jolts of pleasure she received were even stronger than when she did it to herself. She had to let her head up so she could let out her moans of lust at his touch, but kept stroking Nathan. That was when she noticed Joe groping her breasts, with his eyes locked on them through his cute glasses. Which meant it was Brad who was fingering her pussy.

She looked over her shoulder, and saw Brad hovering her ass. He seemed so entranced by the look of her cunt while she was bent over. His blazer was already off, and he seemed intent to get her opening as wet as possible with the way he started inserting his fingers into her. Bethany arched her back as his fingers lunged into her, and she loved the feeling. She moaned louder, stroking Nathan harder as her pleasure rose.

Nathan grabbed her hand and stopped her stroking. Bethany was momentarily confused, but he got up, took his pants off completely, and grabbed her, and positioned her laying flat on her back, on the couch. Then he just smiled and looked at his friends.

“I’ve wanted to fuck her since high school, I think it’s only fair that I fuck her first.”

Bethany’s face lit up like never before at his words. She was elated by how much he wanted her, and spread her thighs for him. Then grabbed him by the back of the neck, and looked straight into his eyes.

“Fuck me.” she told him, her voice full of lust.

He didn’t hesitate at her words, and held her legs apart as his throbbing cock disappeared into her opening with one hard thrust. Bethany let out a moan that must have been loud enough for the neighbors to hear, and was louder than Bethany thought possible for her. She’d gotten exactly what she’d wanted for years. She never thought she could feel better than this, but then he began thrusting into her. She started losing herself to his size and girth moving inside her hungry opening.

She opened her eyes and looked up at him, seeing his face full of hunger for her. She turned her head, and saw the other two men watching them with smiles on their faces, and large bulges in their pants. Bethany grabbed Joe by his pants, and pulled him down to her. His waist was just by her head when she pulled his pants down, and his phallus flung out and nearly smacked her in the cheek! She was shocked to see how girthy he was, despite his nerdy appearance.

Shocked, yet still consumed by desire, she took Joe’s cock in her mouth while Nathan fucked her. She bobbed her head on him and loved how his size felt in her mouth. Joe reciprocated by groping her breasts, as he groaned in delight. Bethany couldn’t stop moaning like a beast in heat as she was experiencing sensory overload. Brad had also gotten undressed, and stroked his own dick as he watched. Bethany didn’t want to leave him out, and replaced his hand with her own.

Bethany never dreamed she would every part of her body being satisfied at once, nor have multiple men lusting for her in one sitting. Nathan’s cock was moving so deep into her that every thrust drove her senses wild. She felt like her snatch was about to explode, and hot fluid seemed to be rushing past his hard shaft, and squirted out of her opening. She rubbed her clit furiously as it leaked from her, and the only thing keeping her from screaming during this orgasm was Joe’s cock acting as a gag.

Nathan stopped moving in her, and pulled himself out to see soaked his hips just got. Bethany took Joe’s hard rod out of her mouth, and caught her breath. That may have been the biggest orgasm of her life, but if she wanted to make it through this gangbang, she needed to change guys right now. She gently pushed Nathan away from her and got up.

“Now you, big boy.” her voice was sultry and seductive as she breathed heavily. She guided Joe onto the couch, where she had been lying, and straddled him. As soon as she saw how thick Nathan’s nerdy friend was, she’d wanted to know how he would feel inside her. She had to raise her hips a bit, and positioned his rod perfectly with her opening, and slid right down onto him. She groaned as she felt her walls stretching around his meaty pole, and reach all the way inside her, filling her to her limit.

Bethany’s breathing became strained as almost every slight movement seemed to send her senses into a fit. She moved her hips around slowly at first, gently riding him, then more and more. She instructed Nathan and Brad to come around and stand by the back of the couch, so she could suck them off while she rode Joe. Doing as she asked, Bethany had two beautiful, hard dicks in her face.

She took Brad’s cock in her mouth first, feeling like he’d probably been left out during most of this, and tasted a good amount of his precum on her tongue. She rocked her head up and down on his shaft while rocking her hips back and forth on Joe. She looked up at Brad as she pleased his dick, and could see he was very happy for it. Not forgetting Nathan, Bethany grabbed his cock and began stroking him as well. At this point, she was feeling much more experienced, being able to please and fuck three men at once.

“Oh shit… I’m gonna…” Nathan whispered. Bethany sensed his coming orgasm, and switched over, taking Brad’s dick out of her mouth, and began blowing Nathan aggressively. Nathan grabbed her hair again, and grunted loudly. Bethany tasted his hot, white, seminal fluid fill her mouth. Not forgetting about Brad, she went back to stroking him as she swallowed Nathan’s seed, and caught her breath.

Nathan took a step back, and slumped over as if Bethany had just sucked some of the life out of him. She imagined how Nathan probably never came that hard for Carrie before, and considered that a point in her own favor. But now that she had Nathans cum for herself, she wanted his friends’ cum too. Bethany had actually stopped her movement on Joe’s dick while she was blowing Nathan, and looked down towards him, while he looked back up at her, and held her waist. She gave him a seductive look as she began moving her hips up and down on him again.

She looked up at Brad as well, who had been looking at her expectedly. She smiled at him, and kept stroking him, teasing the head of his member with her tongue. She felt like a creature of lust, and just wanted more and more sexual attention on her. She felt more alive now than she ever had in her life. She felt another climax building in her, and her walls begin to tighten around Joe’s thick pole.

Bethany refocused her attention on Joe, and rode him harder and harder, trying to bring him over the edge. She was about to cum on his dick, which made her hunger for his cum as well.

“Oh please, baby! Cum for me!” she cried out amidst her unending moans. She clenched on his phallus so tightly that she had to apply more strength just keep moving on him. She was shocked, and impressed, by how much stamina this nerdy guy had. Finally, she accomplished her goal.

“Oh fuck!” Joe cried out. Bethany pulled herself off his member, and stroked him with one hand while roughly rubbing her own clit with the other. Thick, white strings of cum flew from Joe’s tip, and spread out over what little part of Bethany’s dress still covered her stomach. Excited by his cum, Bethany also climaxed on her fingers, and let out high-pitched groans of ecstasy. Having another strong orgasm made her feel euphoric, her body already felt like she was floating on a cloud. But Bethany knew she wasn’t quite done yet.

She climbed off Joe, and scooted beside him, and kept her eyes locked on Brad, whose cock was still twitching as he watched her. She went back to softly sucking on his begging phallus. The look on his face showed how badly he wanted her at that moment, and could barely stand waiting any longer. Bethany would give him what he wanted, but she wanted to have a bit more fun first.

“Did you like having me bent over in front of you earlier?” she said with a sultry tone.

Brad nodded, his fingers clenching the couch’s back.

“Did you like fingering my cunt?” each time she spoke, she went right back to taking Brad’s prick in her mouth and sucking on him. Again, Brad nodded.

“Does it make you wanna fuck me from behind?” she felt a hard throb from his shaft that time, and once again, he nodded.

Bethany giggled, seeing how bad he wanted it, and figured he had enough, “Then come back here and fuck me.” she commanded.

Brad hurried around the couch, and Bethany made sure her thighs were parted enough for him, and raised her ass higher so he would have easier access to her well-fucked womanhood. Bethany figured she could handle one more good screw, her body already glistening with sweat, and the room already palpable with the heady scent of sex. She bit her lip as Brad held her waist, and pushed himself inside her.

Bethany let out a moan of pleasure, and giggled as she relished this whole experience. Brad was apparently so pent up with the sexual teasing that he began thrusting into her hard and fast, unleashing his sexual frustration into her. Bethany loved it, and was hoping for some more rough thrusting from him. Something she wasn’t expecting was when Brad grabbed her hair, and pulled back on it like a set of reins. No one had ever done that to her before, but in that moment, Bethany realized, she liked it.

Letting Brad take her from behind had suddenly gotten a lot hotter, and her moans got louder. She could feel his prick hitting her g-spot repeatedly, and she felt her breasts bouncing roughly. There was a hand that grabbed one of them, and Bethany saw Joe start massaging it again. He really knew how to make her boobs feel good. She could also see Nathan, sitting on the arm of the couch, just enjoying the show.

Bethany found one more climax approaching quickly, and she seemed to be feeling it as it was building. Her hands clenched the cushions, her knuckles turning white. Once again, she was experiencing sensory overload. Her eyes started to roll to the back of her head as  this third orgasm seemed to stand alone from the others. She let out a roar of a moan as the climax seemed almost unending.

Brad began exhaling strongly as he pulled his cock out, and released a huge load of his cum directly onto Bethany’s lower back. Her head was spinning, and she felt a wave of satisfaction she didn’t even know existed. Her body let go, and she fell limp on that couch. Sweat covered her face, her body was covered in cum, and she felt like she was unable to walk at all. But all-in-all, she had gotten her revenge on her sister, threefold.

Once she had rested enough to be able to stand again. She grabbed a clean towel from the bathroom, and wiped off her sweat, and all the semen. She came back out, and all three of them were practically dressed again.

“Well. I’d say we need to have another drink.” Nathan broke the silence in the room.

Bethany rolled her eyes at him, “None for me, thanks. I need to get out of here before Carrie decides to come back.”

Everyone mutters in agreeance.

“But you’re gonna hang out with us again, right?” Joe asked.

“Oh, of course.” she replied very matter-of-factly. As she bid everyone farewell and left, she savored the memory of the four of them in her mind, and how much more intimately aware of them she was. Although she may never have another chance with Nathan again, she wondered if she could get to know his nerdy friend, Joe, a bit more. And have some more fun with his massive rod.

 

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Dual Attraction

This week’s Erotic Bite is a bit different than the stories I usually write. James and Lori are looking for a third person to bring into the bedroom, so they go to their favorite nightclub to find someone they like. They become very comfortable with a good-looking guy named Luke, so they bring him home. Soon, James realizes his wife isn’t the only one he’s attracted to. Enjoy!

There’s a moment when you wake up, where you’re right between experiencing a good dream, and when you realize your eyes are just closed. You don’t know which sensations are real, and which are just left over from your dreaming. James wasn’t sure what this sensation he was feeling came from. He was feeling really good, almost euphoric, like floating in his bed. However, he seemed to be feeling little jolts coming from his groin.

As he continued to feel this strange sensation, he was being brought more and more fully into consciousness. The more he woke up, the more he realized something was actually happening to him. Still rather groggy, he realized he was on his back. He almost always sleeps on his side, and rolls onto his back only after he wakes up. He collected his thoughts, shook the sleep away from his mind, and opened his eyes.

His vision was still a bit blurry, but got clearer as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes. He looked down and saw a large bulge under the blanket, right over his waist. The bulge was also moving up and down, raising and lowering. James realized what was going on, and moved the blanket off of him. He looked down, and saw the beautiful raven-haired woman who was his wife, Lori.

She’d been hiding under his blanket, and it seemed she had pushed him onto his back, and pulled his boxers down without waking him up. Normally, Lori went to bed wearing a loose tee and panties, but wasn’t wearing anything at all at that moment. Under her raven hair, James could still tell the sensation he was feeling was Lori giving him a blowjob while he slept. As soon as the blanket came off her head, she looked up at him with forest green eyes, which James adored about her, and she smiled up at him.

She giggled at his sleep-addled face, and slowly stroked his already hardened prick, “Good morning, handsome.”

James smiled back at her, surprised by her candor, “Good morning. What’s this about?” he asked meagerly. Lori didn’t answer him, she simply slipped her mouth back over the head of his shaft, and continued to send waves of pleasure through him. Morning sex wasn’t irregular in their relationship, but getting started before James was awake was certainly new for him. He stretched his arms over his head, and started to enjoy his wife’s affections. For James, it was the perfect way to start off the weekend.

Lori continued to suck on the tip as she stroked his shaft with her hand. James laid his head back, and closed his eyes once more. His breathing changed, and he reached down to hold a chunk of her hair between his fingers. She made a tiny moan, as she does when she enjoys having his prick in her mouth. Her head began to bob in his lap, more and more, slowly picking up speed.

This continued for another minute, with James, all the while, wondering what had gotten her so excited. Without warning, or any need for the usual foreplay, Lori began to mount his waist. He had a great view of her size D breasts in his face, and grabbed them with both hands. Her wonderful breasts were always more than a handful, but James considered himself a very lucky man to have a wife with a body like her’s. She leaned down to kiss him, her breasts pressing into his chest.

Lori reached down between them, and grabbed his shaft, positioning it along her slit. She rubbed the tip of his head up and down her moist lips, and held it right at her opening. With one movement, she slid down and back, and took his whole prick inside her. She let out a groan of desire, sounding almost desperate to have her husband’s dick inside her. It seemed she was already more than wet enough to completely lube his dick as he slid it in.

James placed his hands on her hips as she sat straight up again, and expertly rocked her hips back and forth, letting her walls clamp and slide all over his shaft. Her breathing picked up, and her exhales became more audible. She placed her hands on James’, and moved them up her athletic body, placing them directly on her breasts again. If she wanted James to massage her breasts more, he was only too happy to oblige. He groped them, cupping and lifting them, pushing them together, and squeezing them in his hands.

Loris breaths turned into moans, the grinding of her hips on his pelvis soon became gyrating and bouncing on him. James could feel the walls of her womanhood becoming tighter around his length. Her body was begging for an orgasm, and James wasn’t sure how long he would last at this rate. His wife had always been a sexual creature, and there were days like this which made her seem insatiable. He held himself back as best he could, to give his wife as much as she needed to have her satisfaction.

Her moans were becoming louder, and James felt her cunt get hot, and a clamping feeling all around his shaft. She was climaxing, and yet, she didn’t stop riding him like a beast in heat. James could feel his rod becoming stiffer, and his pleasure reaching a crest. Seeing his wife in ecstasy, crying out in the midst of her orgasm, and still riding, it was an overload of sexual energy. James’ whole body stiffened, and his hands gripped her breasts tightly, and he released a hot load of his spunk into his wife’s cunt.

Upon seeing this, James’ wife slowed herself down, and returned to the pace of a gentle grinding. She observed her husband’s face, giggling in arousal and satisfaction at having made him cum this early in his day. James was still trying to come down from the high of his orgasm when his wife stopped moving on him, and climbed off of him. As she raised her leg up and let his softening prick slide out of her, there was a tiny droplet of white spunk that dripped out from her opening. Lori laid next to James, looking happy and satisfied, and put her arm over his chest.

James was still catching his breath while his wife lightly snuggled him. After a few minutes, James was feeling fully awake, and he and his wife got up to start their day. Lori was the first to reach the kitchen, and prepared a pot of coffee while wearing only a button-up shirt with a pair of panties. She always loved to show off to her husband, and James loved to look at her. He went to the bathroom to relieve himself, and look at himself in the mirror. He was a good-looking man in his 30s, and a messy head of short, brown hair that matched his eyes.

Once he was done, the coffee was brewing, and Lori leaned against the counter, waiting for it. James stood in front of her and held her waist as he kissed her.

“So what was that all about this morning?” he asked her.

“I just had a really good dream last night.” she replied, a glint of desire still remaining in her face. She bit her lip before she kissed him again.

“And what was this dream? Hot sex from your’s truly?” He giggled teasingly.

“Kinda,” she admitted, “And maybe there was someone else there as well…” she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him again, the memory was clearly still fresh in her mind.

“I see,” he started with a sort of coy smile on his face, “So, one of your girlfriends were there too?” he kissed her neck as he prodded her with the question.

Lori hesitated, not answering him at first. James could see on her face that she was blushing. He couldn’t understand why, since his wife had invited other women into the bedroom with them on more than one occasion. It was another thing James loved about his wife, was her open mindset when it came to their sexuality as a couple. Was there something different about this occasion?

“It was another man. I had a dream about having sex with two men for the first time. It was so hot, I just woke up feeling incredibly horny.” she told him.

James was surprised to hear about the dream. Having another women in the bedroom was one thing, but another man had never been brought up before. It was inevitable, after all, for her interests to shift from adding women to adding men.

“Oh.” he responded.

“Well, we’ve never even thought about it before. I know it’s a bit weird for you, but…”

“It’s fine, hun. There’s nothing wrong with it. It’s just a new thing, that’s all.” James wanted to make sure he was supportive, and not immediately dismiss this new desire his wife may have. Besides, it wasn’t as if he was supposed to have sex with the extra man as well, even if his wife preferred to have her fun with the women they brought in as well. It would be unfair to not let her have two guys all the attention, especially since she often allowed him the pleasure of having sex with other women too. The coffee machine interrupted their thoughts as it beeped, letting them know the coffee was ready.

They both poured themselves a cup of coffee, and proceeded to enjoy their morning the way they normally did each weekend. Though in their thirties, they had decided not to have any children, and just live as they saw fit, without any expectations. Many of their friends had gone the route of having children immediately after marriage, which led to a disconnect between James, Lori, and their friends. Their interests were simply too different now, and no longer had any reasons to continue talking. They were happy, however, with how they chose to move on with their lives.

With no other obligations, they were free to focus on their own personal goals, and on each other. They found new friends in other circles, as well, and new hobbies that were just as diverse. They found new places to hang out with like-minded individuals, and after a while, they became very good friends with the ladies who frequented the place. In some ways, the lifestyle club they discovered a few years ago had made their life more fulfilling.

James sat down on the couch, and watched the news while sipping his coffee. He mulled over the idea for a while, not saying anything about it, and weighing the pros and cons in his own mind. There were a lot of things to consider from a male point of view, such as the anxiety that would come along with it. Would this guy be bigger than him? Or perhaps just thicker, or satisfy his wife better, or last alot longer than him? It had never been an issue when Lori brought home a new woman to join them, as they would both get to have their fun with her. This time, however, they were inviting a stranger for the sole purpose of his wife’s pleasure.

All of these thoughts weighed heavily on his mind the whole morning. By the time Lori had prepared some sandwiches for lunch, James had made a decision on what he wanted to do. He was confident his wife wouldn’t just up and leave him if the other man is better in any aspect. He also imagined how it may look to see another man taking his wife, and strangely, it turned him on a little.

“Hey, honey?” he said suddenly.

Lori raised her head, pulling her attention away from a magazine she had been reading, “Yeah?”

“That thing we talked about earlier? About another guy?” he began.

Lori looked almost regretful, “It’s ok, hun. I’m not gonna be heart-broken if you don’t wanna do it. It was just a dream, that’s all.”

“I think we should do it.” James declared.

Lori was taken aback, not expecting that to be his reaction. She probably thought the possibility was too extreme for her husband to consider. A smile then crossed her face, and a glint of arousal and excitement could be seen in her expression.

“You’re sure? You’re comfortable with it?” she asked, still slightly in disbelief.

James nodded and gave a reassuring smile, “Yeah, so if you want, we can go to NYX’s, and see if we can find a guy we both like.”

Lori nearly leapt out of her seat and wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him deeply. For a moment, James thought his wife would want to take him again right then on the couch. Instead, she got up and excitedly made her way to the bedroom, likely looking for a dress to wear to the club. The lifestyle club was open only on the weekends, and the couple made an appearance there every other week or so. They always had a lot of fun when they went, and Lori loved to dance to their music.

 

Later that night, the two of them had gotten dressed up for their night at NYX, and had pulled into the parking lot just outside the club. Lori stepped out first, wearing one of her brilliant black dancing dresses, with reflective scales decorating the hips. Her short heels matched, of course, and with her styled, raven hair, you would almost think she was a goddess of the night yourself. James had a look that was complementary to his wife, with a white, button-up shirt and black slacks. His blazer was a charcoal black that went well with his ensemble, making him a perfect consort for his companion.

Lori held his arm as they made their way for the door. After James paid for their entry fee at the door, the two of them were allowed to enter the dance floor. It was a very well-designed interior, and the whole place had the feeling of elegance and great entertainment. The building was already full of people dancing in small groups, and couples grinding on each other to the music. The two of them made their way to the bar first. They always prefered to have at least one drink before they began dancing, and it was the best place to meet other individuals there.

James preferred a stronger, mixed drink, while his wife ordered a drink that had more juice than alcohol in it. He looked to his wife, who seemed as if she was excited all night. She definitely wanted to find a good-looking guy relatively soon, to make her dream a reality.

“Do you mind if I go dance by myself? I might get more guys to approach me that way.” she reasoned, trying to speak above the music.

With a smile, James nodded to her approvingly, setting her loose upon the crowd. As she entered the mess of people on the dance floor, she began to sway her hips to the beat of the music, and raised her arms in the air. You’d have to be mad to see her, and not try to get closer to her. But she was a big girl, and James was certain she would be ok in crowd. He returned to his drink, and observed the people around him, who were also having their drinks and talking amongst themselves.

Many of the people who frequented the club were female or couples. It wasn’t often that you found men there by themselves as the club was somewhat exclusive. It seemed the proprietors wanted to make sure it wouldn’t be full of ‘bros’ who would come in just to look for a quick hook-up. However, the men who did arrive by themselves seemed to be rather gentlemanly, and seemed the least likely to cause a scene. With any luck, they could find one such gentleman.

Assuming that Lori would be the one to find a suitable man to join them that night, James barely noticed when a man stood next to him at the bar, resting his arms on it.

“That looks pretty good. What kind of drink is that?” the man asked him leaning somewhat close for James to hear him.

Surprised by him, he looked at the man who approached him. His skin was nicely tanned, his hair was dark, short, and stylishly spiked. He wore a nice, blue plaid dress shirt and blue slacks, and he had a well-trimmed kind of scruff on his face. He was a fairly good-looking guy, whom James assumed was here with a girlfriend. James looked down at the glass of his light, golden drink, then back at the man.

“It’s whiskey and lemon-lime soda. It’s pretty good.” he told the man.

“I think I’ll try it.” the stranger replied. He hailed the bartender, and asked for a glass of the same thing James was having.

“I’m Luke, by the way.” the stranger told him, extending a hand to him. James took the handshake.

“James.” he replied.

“Nice to meet ya! Can I call you ‘Jim’?” Luke joked. The two of them chuckled. James couldn’t help but get a good vibe from Luke. He seemed to be a very likeable person. The bartender placed a filled drink in front of Luke, and he quickly dropped a few bills to pay for it.

“So, are you having a good time tonight?” Luke asked him. He picked up his drink, taking a sip of it.

James nodded, “Yeah, just got in not long ago. You?”

“I always have a good time here.” Luke replied reassuringly.

James turned towards him and leaned his elbow on the bar, “So, are you here with someone, then?”

Luke took another sip of his drink, “Not tonight, no. You?”

“I’m here with my wife. She’s over there, dancing with the black dress on.” he said, pointing out his wife dancing with a small group of women. James smiled, seeing his wife still working her charm on the other ladies, rather than trying to find a guy to take home. It occurred to him that he was currently talking to a guy who might make a good candidate. After all, James felt comfortable around him already, and they seemed to have an immediate connection. He looked back at Luke who was observing Lori along with him.

“You’re a lucky man.” Luke said, watching Lori.

Realizing he might be in luck, James decided to see if he could give him a small ‘interview’, and perhaps invite him to come back with them.

“Yeah, she looks good, huh?” James asked him.

“She does, and I love that dress on her. But then again, you both dress pretty well.”

“Oh,” James replied, not expecting the compliment, “Thank you.” he said, smiling. James took another sip of his drink before continuing. “Well, we often come here to have fun, and my wife will occasionally make a new girlfriend she brings home for some fun.”

Luke looked at him, his eyes widening, “Damn! You are one seriously lucky guy!” he was clearly impressed, “And you have threesomes with these women?”

James nodded in response, “You just gotta play your cards right, and find a woman who’s not afraid to get pretty freaky.”

Luke laughed, then took another drink, “I’ve always wanted to try something like that, getting to join in with a man and woman.” there was a small tone of disappointment in his voice, which made James think he’d tried before with no luck.

“Like with a couple?” James asked.

Luke looked at him somewhat nervously now, like he’d let something slip, “Not exactly. See, I’m– I’m actually bi.” he let out.

James eyes widened slightly. He certainly wasn’t expecting that, but that information made something else apparent to James. “You were trying to put the moves on me just now, weren’t you?”

Luke tilted his head down a bit, and chuckled nervously. James laughed and patted him on the back. Perhaps this guy was exactly what James needed in terms of who to bring home with them. “It’s ok, man! I’m not mad. In fact, I’m buying the next round!”

The two of them finished off what was in their glasses, and James called the bartender for another round. Lori also came back to refresh her drink when she saw her husband talking to another man, so she became interested.

“Hey, babe.” she kissed him as she reached the bar, “Are you making new friends?”

“This is Luke,” he said, placing an arm over his shoulder, “And he’s here alone tonight. So, I’m keeping him company.” James sent a wink to his wife.

Picking up his cue, Lori got the idea, ands smiled at him, “Nice to meet you, Luke!”

After receiving their next round, they decided to get a table, and spend some time talking, and getting to know each other. They made jokes, laughed, told entertaining stories, and enjoyed their drinks. After an hour of good times, Lori signaled to her husband that perhaps it was time to make him the offer.

“So, buddy, I gotta ask you something. Earlier when you were talking about how you wanted to be invited into a couple for some fun?”

Luke nodded.

“Well, maybe we can help you with that. My wife and I feel really good about you. So, if you want, you’re welcome to join us tonight.

Luke’s mouth was agape, speechless and amazed.

“A-And you’re ok with this?” he said, finally, looking at Lori.

“It was actually her idea.” James told him.

Luke looked down, his eyes making small quick movements, considering their offer. He raised his eyebrows, finished his drink in a large swig, and set the glass down, “Ok, I’m in.”

“Really?” Lori replied, her face starting to beam.

“Yeah, you guys seem really cool. And you’re both really gorgeous and sexy.”

James and Lori both chuckled a little from the compliment. James really liked how charming their new friend was.

“Well, we’re ready to get this going whenever you are.” James spoke.

Luke finished his drink, and started getting up from the table. James and Lori did the same, leaving a tip in the bartender’s jar on their way out of the club. As they were all pretty inebriated, they decided to grab a taxi to get home. All of them climbed into the back seat of the cab, with Lori in the middle. They were fairly silent during the trip back, but Lori took the opportunity to tease the guys.

Each of her hands found their way into James and Luke’s laps, moving over the fabric of their pants onto their groins. It was almost impossible for either of them not to get hard to her touch. Luke seemed to be getting especially excited, having one of his fantasies playing out. Lori seemed to be having fun teasing their new friend. James was more worried about whether or not the driver was aware of what was going on in his back seat, or if he even cared.

His wife took things a step further, and slipped her hand past the waist of his trousers, feeling up his manhood. Luke’s face was starting to turn red, and it was getting harder for him to keep his composure while he was being handled like this. She was still just sliding her hand up and down the bulge in James’ pants when she suddenly gripped and squeezed it. She exhaled deeply and leaned close to James’ ear.

“He’s as big as you are, babe.” she whispered excitedly.

James seemed to have some reservations about this idea at first, but he had to admit, it was fun to see how much fun his wife was having. She probably would have teased them a lot more, but they were arriving in front of their home. James paid the driver, and the three of them got inside excitedly. James closed the door behind them, and saw that his wife was already starting to take of Luke’s blue plaid shirt. It seemed the party was starting now.

James slipped out of his blazer while watching his wife kissing Luke, and pulling his shirt off his body. He stood in the doorway of the bedroom, watching them, waiting for the right moment to join in. He figured it would help Luke feel more comfortable if Lori had some one-on-one time with him first. Luke looked over towards him, watching him as well. His eyes seemed to be drawing James in, asking for him.

James couldn’t explain it, but there was a kind of appeal in his eyes. Something about Luke, his upper body exposed, and his wife now working on taking off his pants, it made him seem rather attractive. James felt himself wanting to expose himself as well, and began removing his shirt. Lori had begun unzipping her dress, and slipping it off her body. She pushed Luke onto the bed, and removed his bottoms in one pull, leaving Luke nude on their bed. James saw his manhood for the first time, and his wife seemed to be correct about his size.

Lori had slipped out of her dress, as well as her underwear, and crawled into the bed with him. She looked back at her husband, and blushed as she smiled, excited and nervous to have her first threesome with two men. James began removing his pants, not wanting to be the only one left who wasn’t nude. His wife, already very aroused and eager, laid on her side, and took Luke’s hard shaft into her mouth, slowly sucking on him.

Seeing her work her mouth on Luke made James a little jealous, but also feeling very turned on. He approached them, and placed his hand on her thigh, sliding it up her leg. Lori responded to his touch by opening her legs to him. Her womanly folds were already swelling in excitement, and almost seemed to beg for attention. Lori didn’t stop moving her head up and down Luke’s rod, but seemed to be signaling her husband to give her the same treatment. Eat my pussy while I blow him, she seemed to be telling him.

He obliged for his wife, and held her thighs as his face came between her legs. His tongue slipped into her opening, and he could taste her honey. He ran his tongue up and down her folds, giving her pleasure while their new friend occupied her mouth. He looked up towards his wife’s face, and heard her gently moan in enjoyment. Just past her head, he saw Luke, looking right at him, and seemed to enjoy watching him eat his wife’s cunt.

James was starting to feel like he wanted to make an impression on his dark-haired friend. As their eyes were locked to each other, James ran his tongue a bit more enthusiastically. His tongue traced circles around his wife’s tiny nub, and slipping it inside her to taste more of her honey. He used his thumbs to spread her opening wider, and worked his tongue harder. His wife began to move her hips against his mouth, and moaned more audibly, enjoying how much attention he gave her.

Lori stopped blowing Luke, suddenly, and pulled herself away from her husband’s affections. She was breathing heavily, looking at James with astonishment, “What the hell was that, baby?”

James looked at his wife confused.

“You’ve never eaten me out like that before! A few seconds longer and I was going to cum!”

James chuckled nervously, wiping his mouth. He didn’t realize he was putting in so much effort. He wasn’t sure why he was working that hard, however. Was it Luke making me excited? He thought to himself. There was certainly an effect he had over him, and it made him feel things he hadn’t felt before. One of which was this strange idea that he found Luke’s nude body very attractive. James never felt that way about a naked man before, but Luke was, somehow, different.

Lori took a few breaths, and recovered from almost reaching climax so quickly. She did always like to have some foreplay before letting herself orgasm. She turned towards James, and got on her hands and knees, pulling her husband towards her. James stood right at the edge of the bed, while his wife took his hard prick in her mouth now. He stood there, enjoying his wife’s mouth, feeling her lips moving over his shaft, and her tongue teasing his head. James grabbed some of her hair, just the way she liked it when she gave him oral.

Lori swayed her buttocks back and forth in Luke’s direction, letting him know she wanted him to fuck her. Luke quickly stood on his knees, and approached Lori from behind. He wasted no time in pushing his cock inside her waiting pussy. Lori moaned loudly, making her husband’s prick vibrate in her mouth. She bobbed her head, sucking him harder and more excitedly. As Luke started to thrust into her from behind, she reached under herself, and began rubbing her vulva. Her new fantasy of being taken by two men was being fulfilled for the first time, and she could barely contain herself.

James watched his new friend, curiously. Although he seemed to be having fun, thrusting into her snatch more and more, his eyes seemed to be focused on James. Namely, he watched as Lori had her mouth on his shaft. Luke was licking his lips as he watched her, and James was reminded of the fact that he said he was bisexual. In the excitement, James wondered if Luke wanted to put James’ prick in his mouth as well, and found himself wondering what that may be like.

His attention was brought back to his wife when her moans became louder. She was already close to climax, and Luke was taking her right over the edge. Luke hips were smacking her butt as his thrusts were getting harder and harder. Lori pulled her mouth away from her husband’s dick, and she let out a high-pitched moan of sheer lust. Lori collapsed on her side, out of breath and her senses overpowered.

James was happy that his wife was feeling so satisfied, but it seemed to be over a bit too quickly. James and Luke stood there, watching her, and looking at each other. James was feeling flush, and had to admit it was becoming more and more difficult to question how he felt when he saw Luke, the way he would look at James, how fit his body was, how well he seemed to know how to please his wife. It all made him much more curious to know him on a much more intimate level.

Luke must have sensed this, and crawled closer to him. He stopped in front of him, his face just inches from James still-erect phallus, and looked up at him. His eyes said he wanted to make James feel good too, if he would allow him too. Lori looked up and watched them, her eyes widened as she realized what she was seeing. James couldn’t help this attraction he had for this man, and slowly placed his hand on the back of Luke’s neck. Though he wrestled with the idea, and his own sexual identity, he didn’t stop Luke from opening his mouth, and taking James hardened member into his mouth.

James had a hard time coming to terms with what was happening right then. Another man was now pleasuring his prick with his mouth, and he was enjoying it. He felt throbs of pleasure fill his shaft as he did, and ran his fingers through Luke’s dark hair. Luke placed a hand on James’ chest, feeling his skin. James placed his hand on his wrist, breathing heavily in pleasure. He turned to look at his wife, and saw her watching the two of them intently. Her legs were spread again, and she breathed heavily as she furiously began fingering herself.

James couldn’t hold back anymore. The excitement of his new partner making him feel this good brought him to his limit quickly, and he cursed as he began to cum for Luke. After the first spurt of his hot spunk, Luke released the head of his dick, and kept his mouth open, his tongue out, and let James release the rest of his load onto his tongue. Once he was finished, Luke withdrew his tongue, and swallowed the small puddle of seminal fluid resting on it. Lori stopped pleasuring herself, and took Luke by the cheek with her hands, and passionately kissed him, her tongue invading his, and the two of them both enjoyed the taste of him.

James was feeling very conflicted, but also, he very good, like he had discovered a new side of himself. He wasn’t sure what to do next, but that same side of him was telling him he wanted more. Luke whispered something into Lori’s ear, and she nodded with a smile. She rolled over, and opened the nightstand drawer, retrieving something from inside. Meanwhile, Luke led James onto the bed, and without warning, he kissed James. James was astounded at first, but didn’t immediately pull away. Luke’s lips felt warm, his tongue seemed gentle, and his scent was surprisingly comforting.

As they broke the kiss, Luke moved and positioned himself behind James. Lori then took his place, right in front of James, and kissed him even more passionately. She reached past James, and seemed to be doing something to Luke. Stroking his dick, perhaps? Then she grabbed James’ hand, and brought it to her hot, lusting cunt. She wanted him to finger her, badly, so James obliged.

With his attention drawn towards his wife, her moans against his lips, and her pussy aching for him, he barely noticed he was being bent forward by Lori. James felt Luke’s hand on his hip, and something happening behind him. He felt some pressure, and a wave of euphoric ecstasy overcome him. His head shot up, and broke his kiss from his wife, realizing his bisexual friend had just penetrated his anus. His whole body tensed up in reaction.

“Baby, look at me.” Lori whispered to him. She held his face with both hands, and kept his eyes on her, “Just relax, hun. Let yourself go, and it’ll feel good, ok?” she tried to be reassuring.

James was still alarmed, but after a few seconds, he kept his eyes on his wife, and let himself start to relax. He trusted his wife, and also wanted to make Luke happy. Once he took a few breaths, and his anus loosened, Luke began to move his hips again, but slowly. Each movement felt oddly good, and seemed to ease right in. It was at that moment that James realized his wife was applying lubricant to Luke’s cock when she reached past him a few minutes before.

She kissed him again, and grunted in pleasure as Luke pushed into him again. He hit something inside James that sent a big jolt of pleasure through him. Luke moved more and more, slowly picking up speed until his movement was steady, and appropriate for James’ first time. James’ dick was getting hard again, to his surprise. Another surprise was when he felt a hand take hold of his shaft, and begin stroking it. It wasn’t his wife, but instead, Luke was the one who reached around to stroke him.

James was beginning to get used to this new feeling, and even started to enjoy it. He slid his fingers into his wife’s cunt again, moving them faster this time. His wife started moaning, and rocking her hips against his hand. A devious smile crossed her face, and she slid down the bed, her legs spread out wide to either side of the two men. She wrapped her arms around her husband’s neck, and slowly pulled him down further, bringing his body down onto her’s.

Luke seemed to know what she was planning, and followed her lead. He slowed his thrusts into James, and manipulated his prick so it rubbed up and down his wife’s opening. Lori took it from there, and guided the head of her husband’s shaft right in line to enter her. With a push of his hips, Luke pushed James’ hips down, and James entered his wife. Lori and James both let out a loud moan. James was now experiencing the best of both kinds, and total sensory overload.

Keeping himself supported with his arms, James kissed his wife lustfully as he started to move now. He pushed his hips so his fully hardened dick thrusted into his wife, then back up to let Luke further inside his anus. Every thrust repeated this process, and James was beginning to see yellow stars flaring in front of his eyes, feeling a pleasure he never thought was possible. All of them moaning as one, the room was brimming with sexual energy.

James was quickly losing his mind. His orgasm was coming back again, and he could feel it was going to be a big one. His wife’s breasts pressed into his chest, while Luke’s toned abs held firm against his back. James groaned deeply and loudly as a heavy wave rushed over him, his eyes only seeing white, and his dick throbbed hard as he came. Lori had wrapped her legs around the both of them, and clenched them hard as a heat rushed past her husband’s dick, and erupted from her cunt. As if on cue, Luke pulled out of James’ anus, and stroked himself quickly, releasing his spunk onto James’ lower back.

For the next few minute, nobody was moving, and all of them could only breathe. Eventually, They managed to get off of each other, and collapsed on the bed like ragdolls. James took some time to reflect on what had just transpired, and was amazed to discover this side of himself. A side that also found attraction in Luke, a desire to experience intimacy with him, and ultimately, to have him as a lover.

After some time had passed, they finally decided to get dressed, and share another drink before the night ended. James told Luke he was welcome to stay the night, but his handsome, new friend from the club insisted on heading home. The bid their goodbyes, and Luke left. They had his phone number in case they ever wanted to invite him back again. After their guest was gone, James confronted his wife about something he was suspecting.

“Tell me honestly. When you had your dream last night, it played out the same way, didn’t it?”

Lori simply smiled, and blushed.

 

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Back from the holidays!

Hello, all you handsome and beautiful people! It’s been quite a week or so for me, and I’m only just getting around to resuming my usual writings and musings. I do apologize for not delivering an Erotic Bite this past Saturday, but rest assured, you will get one this week. I trust your holidays all went pretty well, too. After checking out my social media, it looks like a lot has happened. We’ve lost some pretty amazing celebrities, and 2016 is clearly making a last ditch effort to get as many amazing people as it can before it’s over. With any luck, these last couple days will go by without anymore travesties.

I’m also pleased to announce I’ll be releasing a new book, soon. I’ve been working on it for a while, and it still needs more work before it’s done. But I’ll keep you all updated on the details in the future.

As for me, I’ve been busy attending a couple parties and social events, but most of my time has been spent either on the road, or in hotel rooms. I left the state to meet up with some old friends, and catch up on old times. I didn’t get much in the way of gifts, but I got some nice shirts, along with a new watch, a bottle of single-barrel whiskey, a neat little bookmark, and one of my work friends even got me some concert tickets! All-in-all, it’s been really fun, and I’m glad to have some great friends.

To be honest, I wasn’t happy with how much time I had to spend on the road. But it was made all the more worth it, as I got to spend a night with a gorgeous woman, whom I will obviously not mention her name, out of respect. Funny story, we were actually good friends in high school, but hadn’t seen each other in several years. It was a bit like meeting for the first time all over again, only this time, there was a clear attraction between us. Maybe one of these days, I’ll tell you guys more about our night in my hotel room, and the interesting tale of what happened when she found one of my riding crops in a pocket of my luggage(which I had forgotten to take out during one of my other trips).

But enough about me. I hope your New Year’s is full of excitement and fun, and may you attain everything you hope for in the coming year. Feel free to comment below about how your holidays went, and what you hope for in 2017.

Mail Order Love

This week’s Erotic Bite tells the story of a guy who has very little luck with the local women. After some bad experiences, he takes a roll of the dice with a woman he’s never met. Enjoy!

Sitting on the couch, Brian sat in a barely-lit room. His auburn hair was looking messy, as he hadn’t cared to even comb it that day. He wore a pair of blue pajama pants with a gray tee as he clicked a remote, searching for a good movie to stream on his large flat screen. He had to search for a while as he’d seen many of the movies on the screen already. He sighed, and set down his remote for minute, feeling bored.

He closed his eyes for a moment, and wondered how he’d ended being this guy. Six years ago, he would have put on one of his nice outfits, and been out at a club with friends, trying to get lucky.  He had some success in the past, but recently, things had become much more difficult for him. The women his age didn’t go to bars and clubs anymore, and the younger ones who replaced them were a bit too prudish for him. You would think a guy who works as an IT specialist for a large firm would have better luck, especially with his salary.

He snapped out of his thoughts when his cell phone began to ring on the coffee table, playing a tune from one of his favorite sci-fi shows. He grabbed the phone, reading Joey’s name on the screen. Joey had been one of his good friends for many years, though, he hadn’t seen much of him in the last few months. Not wanting to be rude, he answered his cell.

“Hey, man.”

“Sup, nerd,” Joey replied casually, “What are you up to tonight?”

Brian shrugged, despite the fact his friend couldn’t see it, “Not much. Just looking for a movie to watch tonight.”

There was a silence, then his friend spoke again, “How long has it been since you went out, Brian?”

Thinking about it for a second, he replied, “It’s been awhile, I guess.”

“Dude, it’s been almost a year since we went out for some drinks. You need to get out of your apartment. You’re thirty now, and you’re still single.”

Thank you for reminding me… he thought to himself. He tilted his head back against the couch, and rolled his eyes. It wasn’t as if he wasn’t trying, or that he was only looking for a hook-up now. He’d grown past that, and was ready for something more steady. His only problem was how far the bar scene had declined in recent years. The local nightclub he and Joey used to frequent had closed down since then, and the only bars that remained were small, and hardly anyone went there anymore.

“I know, man. I know. I just don’t feel like it’s even worth the effort to find a girlfriend at a bar. So, why bother?” Brian argued.

“I get that, man. At the very least, we should hang out. I haven’t seen you in forever.” he insisted.

“Alright, alright.” Brian said, defeated, “When do you wanna hang out?”

“I’m about to go out right now. Get ready, and I’ll be in front of your place in a few minutes.” Joey seemed to be in a better mood.

The phone clicked as Joey hung up. Brian rubbed his eyes as he set his phone back down. He stood up and stretched, and made his way to his bedroom to change. He thought perhaps his friend was right. It had been a long time since he’d gone out, and maybe it was time he tried the dating scene again.

 

“You’re not serious. Please tell me you’re not serious.” Brian stepped out of his friend’s car, looking towards the building they had arrived at. Joey stepped out of the driver’s side, wearing a blue suit, and his sandy, blonde hair cut short and spiked. Brian, on the other hand, decided to dress a bit more casual, and wore a gray, patterned button-up with jeans. The two of them stood in the small parking lot of a building lit by neon lights.

“What’s wrong with Jackson 85?” Joey asked, sounding honestly baffled.

“It’s a college bar.” Brian replied, motioning his arm towards the building.

“So?”

“So?” he began, sarcastically, “it always smells like vomit, it’s full of bros, cheerleaders and ‘woo’ girls, the drinks are poorly made, and–”

“And it’s got the highest number of single women in town. You might not find a girlfriend, but maybe you can still get lucky.” Joey interrupted him.

Brian’s eyes narrowed, feeling foolish for thinking his friend only took him out to catch up.

“You’re an ass.” Brian told him monotonously.

“Yeah, but you love me.” his friend replied, smiling, “Let’s go, man.”

Reluctantly, Brian followed his friend to the entrance of the building. Waiting at the door was a large man checking I.D. cards, making sure no minors were entering. He looked like he was too husky for anyone to want to fight him, and therefore, had never lost a fight in his life. After he waved them in, they were met with an enormous crowd filling the building. The DJ had been playing a shitty collection of songs from the campus’ Top 40 list, and everyone was either dancing where they stood, or talking amongst themselves.

Brian put his hand on his friend’s shoulder, “You sure you want to hang out here?” he asked him.

“Relax, it’s not as bad as it looks. Let’s get a drink, and go from there.” his friend reassured him.

Brian still had his doubts. This didn’t seem like the kind of place where you could meet someone, and spend some one-on-one time with them. However, Joey already made it clear this wasn’t the kind of place to find a date, but a hook-up might be possible. They arrived at the bar, and stood there nearly twenty minutes waiting for the bartender to notice them. The wait only made Brian feel more uncomfortable about his chances there. Finally, the twenty-something guy wearing all black and looking annoyed asked them what they wanted.

“Bourbon, neat.” Joey ordered first.

“Whiskey and coke, please.” Brian followed up. He figured it may be best to order something easy to make, and hard to screw up.

After getting their drinks, the two friends turned back towards the massive crowd in the room. There was so much activity going on in the small building, it was difficult to focus on any one person. Still, they scanned the room, searching for any signs of single women, and any opening to join them. For a few minutes, it didn’t seem like there were any opportunities arising. Then, it seemed as one was going to find them.

“Hey! How are you guys doing tonight?” a blonde woman with blue eyes and and heavy eyelash makeup approached them. She wore a light blue tank top with a matching girly hoodie, but they barely managed to contain her large chest.

“We’re doing well, and you?” Joey answered her first as the two of them turned towards her.

“I’m great! I just saw you guys here and figured I’d talk to you. So what are you guys drinking?”

“Whiskey.” they both replied together.

“Sounds good,” she nodded, “Would either of you guys be willing to buy a lady a drink?” she asked, flashing her eyes at them.

Before Brian could respond, Joey patted his shoulder and spoke, “My friend here would.”

Brian gave him a look of confusion. But Joey responded to it with another look of reassurance.

“Excuse me, I need to use the restroom.” Joey lied. Brian knew he just wanted an excuse for Brian to be alone with this woman. With no other alternative than to let his friend have his wingman moment, Brian smiled at the blonde.

“So, what would you like?” he asked the blonde.

“I wouldn’t mind a cosmo.” she winked at him. Brian turned back to the bar, and tried to hail the man who was pouring shots for a group of ladies. He didn’t hesitate to take Brian’s order once he saw the blonde with him. He clearly enjoyed entertaining the beautiful women more than being professional. Brian asked the man for a cosmo, and paid for the drink.

“What’s your name?” Brian asked the blonde, handing her the drink.

“Samantha, but you can call me Sammi if you like.” she replied, smiling.

Feeling better about Joey’s decision to come here tonight, he gave Sammi a confident smile. Sammi took a sip of her drink, and Brian tried to figure out what to say next. It had been a long time since he tried to pick a woman up at a bar. Understandably, he was out of practice when it came to keeping them interested. In the end, he went with something easy.

“So, what are you studying?” he asked finally.

Sammi took another sip as he asked, then answered, “Education. I really want to become a teacher, and make a difference in some kids’ lives. Y’know?”

Brian nodded, “That sounds like a pretty noble goal.” he answered, before taking a swig of his own drink.

“Right?” her eyes widened at the ego boost, and she took another sip. Before Brian even knew it, Sammi’s drink was already finished, and she set the empty martini glass back on the bar. Brian was a bit surprised by her eagerness. He barely spoke two sentences to her before she finished his conversation starter. Rather than dwell on it, he motioned the bar, “Can I get you another drink?”

“If you want.” she replied with a smile.

“Another cosmo?”

“Ummm,” she started, “Would you mind if I got a daiquiri?” she tried to ask sweetly.

Brian nodded, trying to get on her good side. He paid the bartender for a daiquiri, which turned out to be twice as expensive, and suggested to Sammi that they go sit down. Sammi was happy to do so, and they did their best to navigate through the crowd of inebriated partiers. To Brian’s surprise, there were a few small tables along one of the walls.

They found a table that wasn’t taken, or very dirty, and sat down. Sammi sipped her daiquiri through a straw as she looked off. Brian reasoned that since the daiquiri was larger, he may have more time to talk to her before she finished it off.

“So, like, where do you work?” Sammi asked him.

“I’m an IT specialist at a software development firm here in town.” he told her.

Sammi giggled at him, “So, you’re one of those computer geeks?” she said, sounding amused.

Brian tried not to seem offended by that obviously condescending remark, and kept smiling as he replied, “I guess you could say that. But it’s probably the best job I’ve ever had.”

The blonde snickered again as she took another sip.

“What do you do?” he asked, trying to sound sincere.

“I’m a sales associate at a clothing store, over in the shopping mall down the street.” she said proudly.

‘So you fold shirts for a living…’ Brian thought to himself. He took another swig of his whiskey and coke, finishing it off.

“Wait here, I’m gonna get another drink.” he spoke, getting up.

Brian approached the bar once more to get another drink from the irate bartender who was busy chatting up a group of young women in tube tops until he showed up. He finally got a refill on his whiskey and coke, making his way back to the table where his blonde companion when he saw someone else there. Sammi was sharing her seat with a taller guy, short hair that was bleached and spiked, obviously spent a lot of time at a gym, and tattoos on his arms. He was all over Sammi, and kissing her like they were about to screw on the table.

Brian realized he’d been scammed by this chick. That wasn’t just some guy, but was obviously a boyfriend. She only made herself seem available to Brian just to get a few free drinks, then blow him off by bringing in the large boyfriend. Brian feared for the elementary students who would one day be placed in her responsibility. Choosing not to give her the satisfaction of a confrontation, he left her there, and looked for his friend.

He felt like a fool for having fallen for such an obvious scam. Normally, he would have seen that kind of thing coming a mile away, and now, he went for the first one that presented itself. He remembered why he stopped coming to these places in the first place, and why he didn’t want to be this person anymore. He spotted his friend, Joey, over by the other end of the bar chatting up a pretty-looking redhead.

“Can I speak with you for a second?” he asked him, patting his arm.

Joey looked slightly annoyed, but excused himself away from the young woman.

“What’s up? What happened with the blonde?” his friend asked, concerned.

“Didn’t end well. Turns out she was playing me for some free drinks.” Brian described.

His friend rolled his eyes back, likely also feeling a fool for enabling the interaction, “I’m sorry, man. I didn’t see it.”

“It’s fine. Look, I really appreciate you trying to get me back out there, but this place isn’t for me anymore.” he declared.

“Hey, now. Don’t say that! I’m sure there’s a nice girl around.” Joey tried to convince him.

Brian held out his arms, motioning to the whole room, “Look around. This isn’t a place for nice girls,” he said calmly, “Maybe there is a nice girl for me somewhere. But I’m not gonna find her by hanging around here.”

Joey lowered his head, defeated. He took a breath, and looked up, “I’m sorry, man. Hey, next time, it really will be just you and me. We’ll go out and do something instead.”

Brian nodded. That was something he always admired about Joey: he’s always looking out for him. Brian reached into his pocket and pulled out a ten dollar bill, and handed it to him.

“Next round’s on me. I’m just gonna grab a taxi. Good luck, and have fun, man.” he patted his friend’s arm once more before making his way past the crowd, and out the door.

 

The cabinet opened up, and Brian grabbed a bottle of whiskey from inside. He poured an ounce into a small glass, and filled it the rest of the way with cola. He sat down at his computer desk, taking a sip, and relaxing after a night of disappointment. His computer sat on the desk in front of him, a basic screensaver played on the monitor. He considered going online to window shop on some dating website, but decided to check his messages instead.

There wasn’t anything too interesting in his email, just the usual list of tickets he would have to respond to in the morning. Then there were the few spam emails he would get every day. He went through them, deleting each one asking if he’s looking for employment opportunities, or if he’d like to buy medical insurance. His attention was drawn to one particular email he was about to delete. Any other time, he would have deleted it without looking, but after the night he just had, he hesitated.

The subject of the email read ‘Your perfect, Russian bride is waiting to meet you!’. Brian scoffed at the title, and thought about the lengths these sites will go to. He’d heard about this kind of business from movies and tv, but never actually tried looking it up before. He was curious to see how valid it was, how it worked, or if it was just a website full of viruses. If worse came to worst, he was an IT specialist, and could easily clean up any viruses.

Brian took a large swig of his drink, and clicked on the link to the website. A rather poorly-made website was brought up, and his anti-virus hadn’t reacted, so far.The first part of the website to catch his eye was a tab marked: ‘Success Stories’. He chuckled upon seeing those words, and clicked it to see what it would show. There were pictures of happy couples dressed for brides and grooms. Each one labeled with the names of the happy couples.

Assuming the pictures were fake, Brian copied the URL of one of the pictures labeled: ‘Ana and Mark’. H then performed a reverse image search to see where the picture actually came from. Thinking he would see a marriage magazine ad, he was surprised to see the only results were from someone’s social network. It was the profile of the man identified as Mark, and curious still, there were more pictures of the wedding. Just to be certain, Brian checked his wife’s profile, and saw that Ana was born in Russia, and moved to the U.S. only a couple years ago. So all of it was real?

It seemed that Brian had been proven wrong, so he sat back in his chair, and decided to have another drink. He went to the kitchen to pour another one, and felt rather frustrated. Here he was, having so much difficulty finding a decent woman, and these guys were just ordering one online like it was a product. ‘Why should it be so easy for them?’ he thought to himself, ‘It should be just as easy for me, too!’ and he took a large swallow of whiskey. The more he thought about it, the more it upset him. Finishing another drink, and feeling rather inebriated at this point, Brian got back onto his computer.

He reloaded the website, and found the section for applying to get a bride for himself. The first thing it showed him was a search filter, asking him the specifics of the woman he wanted to meet. Brian sat in front of the computer, not moving for nearly five minutes, trying to think of what he liked in a woman. He always thought brown hair was cute, and blue eyes were his favorite, and she definitely needed to be a bit shorter than him, and preferably average or slim body size. He entered all the specific points, as well as some that were optional, and clicked ‘Submit’.

For a few moments, the webpage seemed to be doing a search, while a small wheel turned on the screen. Finally, a window popped up on the screen, which read: ‘Laysun matches all of your specifications. Would you like to make this woman your bride?’ For a moment, Brian wasn’t sure if he wanted to go through with it. But after the frustration he’d had the past few years, he wanted a sure thing, and he had a feeling this Laysun woman would at least try to be decent to him. He hit yes, and filled out the information page, including the information to give Laysun a fiance visa.

 

A few weeks had past since Brian arranged for Laysun to come see him. Her fiance visa allowed her to stay in the country for a few months so they could get married. Brian was having his doubts about this arrangement, and his decision to do this in the first place, but gathered he could spend some time with her first. If things didn’t work out, she could just go back, and if it did, they could have a quick marriage at the courthouse, and do a formal wedding later. But at long last, the day of her arrival was here.

Brian was a nervous wreck as he sat at the arrivals area of the airport, holding up a sign that read Laysun’s name. He still had no idea what she looked like, only that a website claimed she had all the characteristics he wanted in a woman. He checked his watch, and figured her plane must be arriving right then. He waited a bit longer, knowing the next crowd to come through the terminal would be from her plane.

The large group came through, and Brian’s stomach sank. He scanned the crowd, checking each person, seeing if any of them resembled what could be his perfect woman. There were a lot of attractive woman walking through, but none of them seemed to match the description. For a few moments, he started to think he fell for another scam, and lost all the money he spent on plane tickets and the visa. The crowd was just about past him, and Brian felt a pang of disappointment.

“Excuse me, you’re Brian?” a woman’s voice spoke from near him. A voice with a clear Russian accent.

Brian turned towards the woman, and his stomach fluttered drastically. Standing a few feet from him was a gorgeous young woman in a red shirt and jean jacket. Her pants were a dark-colored satin, like currant, or garnet. Brian was stunned to see she matched every characteristic the website said she had. Her hair was a beautiful, wavy brown, and her eyes were a deep blue he was lost in almost immediately. Her information said she was twenty-six, but she looked almost as if she were still a teenager, with how young her face looked.

“I’m sorry, while I was in crowd, I did not see your sign.” she explained. Her voice sounded sweet, and her English was very good, despite the small errors. The crowd may also explain why Brian didn’t see her at first either.

“Laysun.” he replied, smiling and feeling somewhat excited, “It’s good to finally meet you.” he extended a hand to her shyly.

Laysun looked at his hand, and smiled, looking amused. Rather than shaking his hand, she stepped close to him, and placed her hand on the back of his neck, before kissing him on the lips. Brian froze in nervousness, but let himself relax a bit, and enjoy the feeling of her lips on his. A second later, and Laysun slowly broke the kiss, looking into his eyes.

“We’re to be married, darling. No need to act so formal.” she told him, smiling again. She seemed very happy, and her eyes scanned his face. Her hand moved slowly from his neck to his chest. Brian got the idea Laysun was very happy with his appearance, but could tell he was nervous too. He looked into her eyes, and they seemed to look so peaceful. Seeing her eyes looking back at him seemed to put him at ease, and his body began to relax.

The two of them left the terminal to retrieve her belongings in baggage claim, and Brian led her to his car. It was a long ride to Brian’s apartment, so he talked to Laysun to get to know her better. He learned how she’d wanted to live in America for a long time, she was very fond of music from the 80s, really liked the fact that Brian had a well-paying job working with computers. The more they talked, the more Brian was beginning to really like Laysun. For once, Brian felt like something was going right in his life.

They arrived back at the apartment, and Brian helped his new fiance to bring her things inside. He showed her around the apartment, how to operate the tv, and how to get in contact with him when he was gone. Afterwards, Laysun wanted to take a shower, especially after having been on a very long flight.

“I won’t be long, darling.” she told him, closing the bathroom door behind her.

Brian smiled back at her, and sat on his bed. Just a few months ago, he could barely get a woman interested in him enough to want to sleep with him, and now he had a beautiful woman in his shower, and she wanted to be with him. If all went well, he would get to marry this woman. But, for the moment, he still felt like he had to go through the dating phase before making any major plans. Laysun had told him about how she wanted to see what fast food was like here, so he wondered whether he should order some food for them tonight.

He sat thinking for so long, he was surprised when the bathroom door opened. His first reaction was to give her some privacy while she got dressed.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to–” he started, but stopped when he saw laysun standing there, completely nude. Most women he knew generally kept the towel wrapped around their bodies when they exited the bathroom, but his fiancee clearly didn’t. She had simply toweled off, and walked out completely bare. She stepped out, and looked at Brian, looking confused, and also blushing slightly.

“What’s wrong, darling?” she asked, almost teasingly.

Brian became quite nervous, and tried his best to keep his eyes on her face, if only to try and seem like a gentleman. This made Laysun giggle.

“It’s ok, darling. There’s no need to feel embarrassed.” she said, slowly stepping closer to him.

“I understand. It’s just, uh.. I-I just wasn’t expecting to see you like this so soon.” Brian stuttered the words out.

Laysun looked rather amused, and stood right in front of him now. Her body almost against his, “But I am your fiancee. Da? This means I am your’s now.” she spoke slowly. She placed her hands on his chest, and Brian felt her breasts press into his chest, the moisture from her body began to soak into his shirt, “All of me.”

Brian was blown away by her candor. This was a woman he’d barely known for an hour, and she was already giving herself to him in every way. He wanted to be modest and gentlemanly, but she had broken down any barriers or obstacles Brian was used to battling. Before Brian could think about it any further, his fiancee leaned in to kiss him again. Brian put his hands on her waist, feeling the moist heat on her skin. He no longer wanted to hold back for Laysun.

The beautiful, Russian brunette pulled his shirt off his body, and continued to kiss him more passionately. Her hands ran over his chest, and around to his back. Brian felt her nipples harden against his skin, sensing her excitement. His prick hardened quickly for Laysun, and his bulging pants made it clear. She grabbed his pants by the waist, and quickly unfastened them. Brian couldn’t believe how quickly they were moving.

“Are you sure you want to do this now?” he asked her.

“Da! I was sitting on flight for twelve hours. I need workout now.” she replied, her accent making her words somehow much more erotic. Without any further discussion, she pulled his trousers down, along with his boxers, and looked at his hard member with excited eyes. Brian considered his dick to be fairly average, but the way she looked at it almost hinted it was bigger than she had expected. She grabbed his shaft, stroking him lustfully, and took the head into her mouth. Brian’s leg jerked upon feeling her mouth, and his mouth opened as she eagerly sucked on it.

She continued to stroke him as her head bobbed on the tip of his cock. Brian could only watch her in amazement, everything this woman did was a marvel for him, and went above and beyond his expectations. She was squatted down in front of him, and her free hand was now rubbing her own vulva. She was taking great pleasure in blowing his cock. She began to moan in enjoyment of him.

Large jolts of pleasure ran through Brian’s body. He took a handful of Laysun’s hair, still wet from her shower. She looked up at him with her gorgeous blue eyes, and it made Brian want her more. He wanted to please her now, however he could. He wanted to make her feel as good as she was making him feel. Before he could figure out what to do, his fiancee stopped, and got up. She laid on the bed next to him, getting comfortable before spreading her legs, and raising her knees up to her chest.

“Eat me, baby.” she demanded with a very sweet tone. Her face had an expression of eroticism, teasing, and a bit of amusement. She was having fun with him.

Brian obliged, and crawled onto the bed just below her. He brought his face just inches away from her opening, picking up the scent of her womanly honey. She had been cleanly shaven, and her cunt looked ready to be devoured. Brian extended his tongue, and licked her labia from top to bottom. She exhaled audibly, and her face demanded more.

He sucked the lips of her labia into his mouth, and gently pulled on them. Then used his tongue to move up and down her opening again, tracing small circles around her tiny pleasure button. He was making his fiancee moan louder, and her honey flowed onto his lips. Laysun held her legs apart as he continued to eat her pussy, and begged him for more.

Brian held her thighs in his hands as he felt her womanhood becoming hotter, sensing she was going to climax soon. His prick throbbed at the clue of her orgasm approaching. He focused his attention on her clitoris, and her moans became louder and more frequent. Soon, she shouted out as her hips began to buck on his mouth. She was climaxing for him for the first time, and Brian could feel the walls of her cunt contract against his tongue.

As her intense moan began to subside, and her body stopped bucking, Laysun lowered her legs, but kept them spread. Brian assumed she would need a minute, but noticed her hand reaching down to slowly continue rubbing her mound. Brian didn’t usually see women do that, but it looked like a sign she had an enormous sexual hunger. She opened her eyes and looked at her lover, smiling, then biting her lip. Her eyes moved down Brian’s body, and stopped at his fully hardened rod.

As she watched it, her rubbing seemed to get a bit faster. She put a finger on her lip, as if considering something. Her eyes came back up to Brian’s face, and she smiled deviously.

“Come here, darling. Lay down for me.” she instructed him as she got up.

Brian did as she asked, wondering what his fiancee was up to now. He was flat on his back with his head on the pillow. Laysun sat next to him, and took his hard shaft in her mouth once more, but only sucked on his member for a few seconds. She then lifted one leg over his body, and straddled him. Brian could hardly believe he was about to enter this gorgeous Russian beauty. She grabbed his shaft, and positioned the head just at her opening, then lowered herself onto him.

Laysun cried out with a great moan of lust, and Brian felt her tight walls grasping all around his shaft. His fiancee took his entire length, and lightly dug her nails into his chest. Brian didn’t know how it could be possible, but his cock must have been bigger than anything else his fiancee had taken before, the way she was reacting to it. Her hips didn’t move at all for a couple seconds while her opening stretched.

Brian reached up, and grabbed her breasts while she got used to his size, and massaged them tenderly. He hadn’t gotten the pleasure of touching them yet, and enjoyed how they felt in his hands. Laysun, also, seemed to adore the way he groped them, biting her lip lustfully as he squeezed and massaged them. His fiancee was becoming even more excited by his affections, and started slowly moving her hips against his waist. She gyrated her body against him, and her breathing increased, and strengthened.

She felt amazing wrapped around his cock, and he hungered for more. He lowered his hands onto her thighs, and held her as she rode him faster and faster.

“You like, baby?” she asked him erotically.

Brian nodded, “Oh yeah.”

“You want to cum for me, baby?” she asked, rocking her hips faster for him.

“Yes.” he replied, his voice strained as he was finding it hard speak anymore. She had him under her spell, and she could have asked anything of Brian at that moment. And he would have given it to her if it meant she wouldn’t stop.

Laysun rocked her hips harder, to the point of human limitation, and her moans became louder and quicker. Brian could feel her hungry opening heating up again, and more of her juices coated his prick. His fiancee cried out again, and a hot rush of her honey filled her womanhood as she orgasmed onto him again. Her walls clenched him hard, and pushed him over the edge. Brian couldn’t resist gripping her thighs as his body tensed up, and he released a huge load of cum into her.

His orgasm was probably stronger than any other he’d experienced in his life, and with the way Laysun caved on top of him, breathing heavily, and shaking, it was probably the biggest she’d experienced as well. Brian wrapped his arms over her back, and held her. She tilted her head up and looked him. Her eyes communicated she was very satisfied with how he made love to her. They both smiled, and kissed passionately as they embraced.

“Mmmm…. Would you like more?” she purred.

Brian’s eyes widened in surprise. She really was insatiable, “Maybe we should get something to eat first?” he suggested.

“Da, that sounds good, darling.” she said giggling.

“I love the way you call me ‘darling’.” he admitted to her.

She placed her finger on his lower lip, “Then I will always call you ‘darling’.”

Brian’s smiled widened, thinking he may very well have found his perfect woman. And was even more surprised by the means of meeting her. He didn’t know if this was simple chance, or providence. But he had no plans to send her back to Russia, ever. He couldn’t wait to introduce this perfect beauty to his best friend, and rub his face in it.

 

Thanks for reading! Check the Erotic Bites section for more stories like this one. Check back next week for a new one!

Big and Beautiful Women, gotta love them.

I don’t know when it first happened, but there was a time, back when I was a teenager, and I was only attracted to thinner women, as most young guys are. But at some point, I began to look at larger women with more appreciation for their appearance. I remember one such woman from my class when I was a junior. She was absolutely gorgeous, but was also a bit more curvy than the women I was normally into. I didn’t understand my attraction to her at the time, but she was probably one of my bigger crushes back then.

At this point in my life, I can tell you with certainty that I am a BBW lover. I won’t say I don’t find thinner women attractive, or good lovers either. But in my past experiences, sex with bigger women has been much more enjoyable for me. There are a lot of men who would agree, but most people tend to disagree because of the damage caused by dating apps like Tinder. It wasn’t so long ago you could find entire communities online dedicated to the appreciation, flirting, and hooking up with BBWs.

Despite the fact many of them still exist today, people are more reliant on apps like Tinder for dating, which allow you to judge a person’s desirability based on first appearances. This has left many women with worries about their appearance, and especially, their weight. Personally, I don’t care for these ideas of women who are an image of “perfection”, and how men should want for nothing less than a woman with a thin body. But I refuse to be the guy who lectures you about what ‘real women’ have. I don’t think real women have curves, nor do I feel real women have a perfect body they worked for. I feel that real women own their bodies.

Insecurities, and personal preferences about body types, aren’t going to go away. However, there’s no reason for you to not work with what you got. If you’re a woman with a few extra pounds, and some curves to go with it, you should show it off, instead of hide it. Your curves are nothing to be ashamed about. You need to remember there are guys out there who will appreciate your body as it is, more than they would someone thinner, and more boney. For us, it’s more about the decadence of enjoying a woman. It may sound cliched, but we really do love it when there’s more of you to love.

I do have a few tips on how to make things work if you’re a BBW, or a guy who’s attracted to BBWs. First of all, understand she’s probably going to be very insecure about her body, or at least certain parts of her body. Ladies, you should also know guys are very visually stimulated creatures, and we’re often drawn to you because some aspects of your body are more appealing, like your breasts, butt, thighs, and tummy, especially because they are bigger. For inst

Communication is very important in this regard, especially early in the relationship. Guys, if you like a certain part of her that she is insecure about, you need to communicate how much you actually enjoy those parts of her. As time goes on, she may begin to feel like she’s not attractive enough for you, because she feels ashamed of her tummy, or thighs, or some other part of her. Take those parts she hates, and make them a point of celebration. Let her know that you like those parts of her, and she should too.

Ladies, in the same regard, you need to accept when the guy you’re with compliments your body. This is not to say you should accept catcalls from guys you don’t know who comment about your body, but to those guys you take as lovers. I understand how insecurity can make you react by pulling away, and not believing your lover’s compliment, but he’s not lying. Believe me, if a guy desires your body enough to want to have sex with you, he honestly appreciates your body. Turning down these compliments will only make it sound like it’s meaningless.

In erotica, the use of BBWs can add a lot of credibility to your stories. Not because it makes for better stories, but it creates a wider spectrum of traits for you to use. Characters are supposed to have flaws, insecurities, and struggles. BBWs have these, as well as the potential to overcome them, and discover a sexual goddess hidden within themselves. This equates to a story that is much more relateable, believable, and even thrilling. I often find the most exciting erotic stories I read involve a sexy BBW, and sometimes write about them myself.

So what do you guys think? Feel free to leave any comments or questions, or just feel free to discuss you thoughts on the topic.

Beyond Expectations – “The One Gold Slave” by Christian Kennedy

About three weeks ago, I was thinking about the possibility of extending this blog to more than just short stories and opinion posts, and including book reviews as well. Obviously, my first problem was where to begin, and with whom. It was then, out of the blue, I got a request for a review from an author friend on Facebook, Miss Christian Kennedy. Providence had brought her to me, and she graced me with a free copy of her debut novel, “The One Gold Slave” Atlaind: Book 1. As well as some very good-looking prints. So get ready for my first erotic book review!

I should begin by admitting something: As a long time reader of erotica, and having kept an eye on the current flow of books coming out, I wasn’t expecting an amazing story. Most erotica that gets pushed out these days are often catered to a specific audience, and satisfy the needs of those craving a particular fetish. I’m sure you’ve all seen those books on Amazon with sub genres combining alien/lesbian/tentacle/impregnation into one story, or some variation on that.

That was not the case for Miss Kennedy’s work.

“The One Gold Slave” is a step above my expectations, and I was blown away by the world she had created. From the very first page, she had my attention. After the first chapter, I was enthralled by the story. Before I had realized it, I was almost half-way through the book. I believe there may have been a moment when I checked the page I was on, which was 168, and in what felt like minutes, I checked again, and found myself on page 244. There was no way I couldn’t pass up the opportunity to sit down, at this moment, and give you all a thorough review. And for those of you who read my posts regularly, you know how thorough I like to be.

Let’s start with the cover art:

As you can see from the featured image, there has been some clear work done into it’s creation. For those who have not yet read the story, Miss Kennedy is also a very talented photographer, and offers prints for sale on her etsy page. For the many other authors who spam their books in Facebook groups, their covers will often be some kind of artistic background, with a couple trimmed jpegs slapped on front, and a title. Having access to photography skills, as well as no shortage of devilishly attractive models(that includes you Mr. Jameson) gives Miss Kennedy a distinct advantage over other indie authors right out of the gate.

While looking through her series’ Facebook page, It’s clear there was much more work involved than simply hiring models, dressing them up, then point-n-click. Miss Kennedy kept supporters updated on the whole process of bringing her characters to life. The amount of work involved in their appearances shows her dedication to showing us exactly what she envisioned for Atlaind. One can’t help but appreciate her bold commitment.

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The models themselves also worked very hard to help Miss Kennedy realize her vision. The talented cast included the beautiful Gilly Hathaway, as Mistress Isavyne. The role of Zsash was portrayed by the handsome Josh Jameson. As for the lovely redhead who played the beautiful Khessi, I’m not able to release her name out of respect to her personal preferences, but her ‘blossoming’ dress is certainly one of my favorites. I also found myself quite jealous of Mr. Jameson at times.

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Now for the story:

“The One Gold Slave” isn’t your typical erotica novel, as I’ve mentioned already. As I opened it up, I was expecting something a bit more generic, something akin to a longer version of an amateur story littered with sex scenes. Boy, was I so very very wrong! Miss Kennedy has created a world in which society has been divided into the highborn monarchy of Masters, and the slaves who serve them. This isn’t to say the master/slave relationship is violent, or demeaning. It’s more of a translation of the relationship between master and slave in the BDSM lifestyle. Surely, only someone with a strong background in BDSM could have dreamed of such a world.

The slaves have their own set of codes passed on to them by their predecessors, in how best to serve their masters. These codes are usually easy to follow, and slave work is not unlike vocational job training. The slaves portrayed are well-fed, and given proper lodgings. Honestly, I wouldn’t mind living in Miss Kennedy’s world, myself.

At first, I was very concerned with Miss Kennedy’s telling of the story from a first-person perspective, rather than third-person, as I feel it tends to take away from good prose. Fortunately, Miss Kennedy does an amazing job of compensating with great description and dialogue. Her use of description does an excellent job of giving good visualization, without slowing down the story. The overall pace is excellent throughout the book, and if you were to remove every erotic scene, it would actually make a decent high fantasy story.

From the very start, I liked Zsash, who plays our story’s main protagonist. He’s a very determined character with a heart of gold beneath his loud-mouthed exterior. A mouth that gets him into a lot of trouble, on more than one occasion. Mistress Isavyne is, by far, the epitome of her title as ‘mistress’. She’s extremely commanding, dangerous, seductive, but also sensual and caring for those in her employ. But my favorite character, by far, is the innocent redhead known as Khessi. Out of all other characters portrayed in Miss Kennedy’s story, hers is probably the most well fleshed out. As the diplomatic Household Slave, Khessi is charming, funny, decisive, and can be vindictive to those who slight her, when she wants to be.

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Lovers of fantasy will delight in the story, and get a kick out of the conflict involving a race of creatures called ‘wyrlings’. These creatures are made by runaway slaves who practice a forbidden type of magic called channeling. Channeling allows a person to take on the traits of an animal, which eventually ends up turning them feral. These half-man, half-animal creatures become a constant threat to our characters, and create some of the most edge-of-your-seat conflict I’ve ever read in a romance story. With danger, suspense, romanticism, and a good amount of humor, “The One Gold Slave” has something that can appeal to almost any reader.

As for the scenes of eroticism themselves, they are kinda sparse, at first, but very satisfying. Miss Kennedy’s skill for description extends right into her intense portrayal of passion between many of the characters. Whether it’s a short interaction, or a long love-making session, she makes it difficult to keep your hand out of your pants, while not being overly vulgar. Although, as some of you know about me, I think a bit of vulgarity is occasionally called for. Overall, the eroticism spans over many styles, and levels of intensity throughout the book. As Miss Kennedy described, it is a delicious ‘kaleidoscope of hedonism’.

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“The One Gold Slave” Tales of Atlaind: Book 1, by Christian Kennedy is available for sale now on Amazon. Many of her prints from the book are also available to purchase on her Etsy page.

New Membership

This week’s Erotic Bite is the story of a couple who has enjoyed what life had in store for them, but have started to become bored with each other. However, a very exclusive night club may offer new excitement possibilities. Enjoy!

The skyline above the city was filled with colors of orange and pink, holding up the dark blue hues of the coming night. Street lights were already blinking on along the road of the gated community, creating yellow beams of light in Michael’s car as he drove by them. The scent of fast food french fries filled the Cadillac Coupe with a scent that teased his nostrils. He was very tempted to reach into the paper bag in the passenger seat, and snatch a few fries to snack on, but resisted the temptation. He’d be home in just a few moments, and then he could sit and enjoy his food.

Turning into the driveway, he continued on for a few seconds into the large plot of concrete, easily able to hold eight other cars, and still have some room to spare. Reaching the garage door, he stopped just in front of his large, 90s-style mansion. Mainly taking the appearance of white stucco and faux stones, it matched the handful of large houses surrounding the area in their private community. Pulling on the emergency brake, and grabbing the paper bag as he unbuckled, he made his way up the walkway to the large wooden door. Stepping inside, he set the paper bag down a moment to take off his coat, and hang it in the adjoining closet.

Just before getting settled, he stopped in front of the ornamental mirror in the doorway to examine himself. His friends and family always told him he was a good-looking guy, with his dark brown hair; and a charmer to have blue eyes like his. Even for a guy in his early thirties, he had done very well for himself, and looked as if he’d barely aged at all. Out of everyone living in the private community, he and his wife, Nicole, were probably the youngest homeowners in their community.

Michael had found his success years ago when he entered his career in journalism at a respected, local paper. After working there a couple years, the company was facing a financial crisis, and bankrupted its owner. He liked working there too much to let it fail, so he bought the company for a low price, and with the help of a modest loan. Less than a year later, Michael had succeeded in getting the business back on it’s feet, and even rising above and beyond where it was. In two years, it had expanded, and was currently one of the top news distributors in the middle Tennessee area.

Being the good guy he was, Michael had even brought his old boss back on the force in an administrative position, to repay him for giving Michael a chance. It had also been how Michael met Nicole. At the time, Nicole was a writer for an advice column, and caught his eye one day. They married a year later, and had been together ever since.

As he made his way into the living room, he sat down on the couch, and flipped on the tv. As he got comfortable, he heard a voice come from another room, “I smell french fries.”

Nicole came out from a hallway, and joined her husband on the couch, opening the paper bag, and pulled out the hot food. They sat there, enjoying their food as they watched a reality show they both enjoyed on their huge television screen. They could have afforded to hire a private chef to come in and cook their meals every day, but they had both come from modest upbringings, and didn’t see the need for such luxuries. But, with Michael’s company currently worth over two billion dollars, they could certainly enjoy the fine things in life.

Once they had finished their food, Nicole got up, heading to the kitchen, still dressed in pj pants and a tank top, “I’m getting a glass of wine, do you want anything?” she asked, looking back at her husband.

Michael shook his head, “No, I’m good.”

His wife turned back and turned a corner into the kitchen. She returned a moment later with her wine in hand, and sat back down, taking a sip. After a few minutes, Michael looked at his wife, appreciating her body for a moment. Despite looking like she had just gotten out of bed, her strawberry blonde hair was brushed and straight. She made it a point to work out when she could to keep her slim figure.

Feeling very attracted to her at the moment, he placed a hand on her thigh, moving it up and down along the soft fabric covering it. Nicole, still watching tv, slowly blinked her eyes, almost looking annoyed, “Not tonight, hun. I’m really just not in the mood.”

Michael brought his hand back to his lap, and returned his attention to the tv. A few years ago, when things were going really well for them financially, they began to go on little adventures. They loved travelling together, and their sex lives were quite active. Almost every night, they would try something new to keep their passion burning strong. Lately, their sexual bouts were much more sparse, and even more vanilla. They couldn’t figure out if they had simply tried everything, or were just getting bored.

If past experience was any indicator, it was unlikely Nicole would change her mind at any point that night. Getting up, Michael decided to go to his study, and sit at his desk while he enjoyed some porn on his computer. He had the feeling his wife was already aware of his reasons for doing so, but never said anything regarding that issue. All that did was support the idea she was starting to lose interest.

The next morning, Michael had gotten up early to work out at the private club he signed up for only last year. He and his wife liked to stay in fairly good shape. Nicole, however, signed up for a local gym, where she took spin class and yoga. Their mornings were often spent apart. After two hours of running along the track, and some calisthenics, he showered, and went to the smoothie bar for a drink.

“Hey, Mike!” a voice called out from the seating area nearby. Turning to look at the source, Michael saw a man with short, blonde hair, and wearing gym clothes. He recognized the man as his good friend, Avery. He had also done very well, financially. He wasn’t a CEO, but he was very high up on the food chain in a packaging and delivery company that had gone international several years back. He waved back at his friend, and took his orange and pineapple smoothie from the barista before going to sit with him.

“Avery, good to see you. How are things?” Michael asked politely.

“Not bad, business is good, stock’s going up.” Avery replied, trying not to look like he was bragging.

“That’s good. Anything exciting going on?” Michael inquired.

His friend shook his head as he took a sip of his smoothie through a red straw, “Not really, just the usual.”

Michael nodded, looking away. His friend must have sensed there was something on his mind.

“How are things with you and Nikky?” he asked, his voice sounded slightly concerned.

Michael came out of his thoughts, and forced a smile, “Things are fine.”

His friend furled his eyebrows, not convinced, “fine?” he mimicked, “What do you mean ‘fine’?

“It’s not a big deal,” he reassured his friend, “we’re just going through a bit of a dry spell, is all.”

Avery’s head popped up, as if remembering something, “Oh, yeah, been there before. Not a fun experience.”

“Does it ever feel like you just get bored?” Michael asked, “Like you just don’t seem to be adventurous anymore?”

“Sure,” Avery shrugged, “everyone goes through that, I guess. It’s perfectly normal.”

“Did you?” he inquired.

His friend nodded, “Of course.”

“So what did y’all do?” he asked his friend.

“Well… for me and Monica, it was different. But, couples in your case have a lot of options. You can do couple’s therapy, find some new experience to share, take a romantic date, things like that.”

This didn’t make Michael feel any better. He and Nicole had done these things before, and it didn’t seem to help.

“How was it different for you and Monica? What did you do?” he inquired, curious to know what his friend had tried, but Michael clearly hadn’t.

As if caught in some dilemma, Avery sat speechless for a moment, his mouth partially opened, trying to figure out what to say.

“It’s… hard to explain. And I don’t know if it’s something you and Nikky would try.”

This only heightened Michael’s curiosity, and intrigued him.

“What are you hiding, Avery?” Michael asked, his eyes narrowing, “Come on, we’re all friends. If it worked for you, then I must know.”

Avery didn’t respond right away. He simply looked down, his eyes shifting, like he was considering something. Michael was quiet, patiently waiting for his friend to decide. After nearly two minutes of silence, Avery responded.

“If I tell you, can you remain discreet, and open-minded?”

Michael nodded.

“You’re sure?” he responded, sounding quite serious.

Michael nodded again.

“Ok,” he leaned in, and spoke in a hushed tone, “There’s an exclusive nightclub in downtown Nashville. It’s members only, but I can sponsor you and Nikky. It saved my marriage, and I think it can do the same for you.”

A nightclub? Michael thought to himself. He had his doubts, but he trusted his friend.

“Call me next Thursday, and rent a hotel room near this address.” Avery instructed, jotting down something on the back of one of his business cards, “You’ll want to dress nicely. Classy, but not too formal. Tell Nikky to dress for dancing.”

Michael was starting to think he might be serious. An exclusive nightclub, with a dress code, and needing sponsorship? Those types of places were few and far in between nowadays. Whatever made this club so exceptional had Michael intrigued. He picked up the business card, and studied the address.

“Anything else I should know about?” he asked, almost feeling timid by what this place might be.

Avery stood up and thought a moment, then replied, “That’s about it, just remember to keep an open mind.” and with that, Michael’s friend left.

The following week passed by relatively uneventful. Michael told his wife about the conversation he had with Avery at the club that day. He told her about the exclusive nightclub, the dress code, and how it would somehow fix their relationship. Surprisingly, Nicole was on-board with the whole idea, noting how Monica always seemed to be so upbeat. Neither of them had spoken to Avery, or Monica, since that day, but were confident their friends had their best interests in mind.

Thursday had rolled around, and the couple had packed some of their nicer attire, and booked a room at a hotel only a short taxi ride away from the address. After an early dinner, the couple got dressed for the night. Michael put on one of his nicer button-ups, with a blue blazer, and deep blue slacks. He decided not to wear a tie with it, thinking it would look too serious. Nikky had chosen a silky red dress that stopped just above her knees, and hung over one of her shoulders.

She was still in the bathroom, fixing her hair when Michael got a phone call from Avery, “Hello?” he answered.

“Michael! Buddy! Are you guys nearby?” Avery exclaimed, sounding pretty excited.

“Yeah , we’re only a few minutes away. Nikky is just fixing her hair up now.”

“Perfect! We’re already at the club, it’s just opening. I’ve spoken with the hostess of the evening, and she’s expecting you. Just give her your names, and she’ll take care of the rest. We’ll see you inside, buddy!” The phone clicked as Avery hung up.

Michael was taken aback, but assumed his friend was just really eager to have the night begin. Avery was vouching for them, so he wanted to make a nice impression. He made sure that he looked good, smelled good, their outfits were crisp, and their demeanor was distinguished. Nicole was ready, and the two of them went downstairs and hailed a taxi.

“Can you take us to this address?” Michael told the driver, handing him the business card Avery gave him. The driver looked at the address, and his eyebrows shot up.

“Oh yeah, that place. I know where that is.” the driver replied, starting the meter.

“Can you tell us what the place is like?” Michael asked, hoping to learn something.

“Not much to say, never been inside. Just a lot of women walking in, looking like lingerie models.” the driver replied, sounding as if he were sorry he couldn’t be more helpful.

Five minutes of silent driving later, the driver stopped in front of a two-storied building that looked more like the front of an upscale restaurant. The only real, distinguishable feature was a sign bearing a large ‘m’ with an accented dash over it, and a circle around it. Michael paid the driver, and the couple stepped out. They saw other couples making their way inside the building as well. The women who came in with their dates were just as the taxi driver described. They made Nicole look as if she may have been overdressed.

As they stepped inside, they saw a small lobby area, with red carpet, and red, painted walls, and a low, black ceiling with small lights. There was a counter on one side where guests were signing in, and paying a lady at the register. Another woman stood behind the counter, wearing a gorgeous, silver dress. Her hair was auburn, and curled. Her hazel eyes studied the faces of the guests in the lobby, then met Michael’s eyes, and smiled, approaching them.

“Hello, are you new here?” she asked with a casual, yet flirty, voice.

“We are.” Michael replied.

“Oh, good! Do you have an appointment here?” she asked, picking up a clipboard.

“Umm, I think so. I’m Michael Davenport, and this is my wife, Nicole.” He replied, following Avery’s instructions.

A look of recognition rose in the hostess’ eyes, “Right! Our prospective members.” she replied, checking a list, “So you’re being sponsored by…. Mr. Avery Coleman?”

Michael smiled, “That’s correct, he’s a good friend of mine.” He was relieved. Nicole still looked quite nervous as she examined the other women who came in. Probably worried about her husband looking at them, wearing outfits leaving little to the imagination.

The hostess had them fill out an application, then pay a membership fee, and she filed it all away, looking even more perky.

“Alright, let’s take the tour!” she proclaimed. She led them through the large doors inside. Michael and Nicole were amazed to see inside was a large dance floor, with seating areas in the corners. The hostess pointed out the VIP areas, pole-dancing stages, a full bar, and a DJ booth. She led them upstairs, and showed them the other areas. They were shown a lounge, where couples seemed to be making out already, some with heavy petting, and a seating area, where groups of people gathered to talk and laugh.

“Oh, I almost forgot to mention,” the hostess interjected, “Since this your first time, we want to express that you’re under no obligation to do anything you’re not comfortable doing. Feel free to just relax, make new friends, and just watch, if you want,” she said with a smile. As the tour continued, Michael and Nicole looked at each other with a look of concern. Both of them thinking, what kind of club is this, exactly?The hostess took them to another room which looked more like a dungeon with various BDSM apparatuses around.

“This is the room everyone calls ‘The Red Room’. As a lifestyle club, we ensure every fetish is accommodated, and make sure everyone is safe in their practice.” the hostess said those words so matter-of-factually. Michael and Nicole were in shock as they realized what kind of club they had been invited to. Any other time, the two of them would have just walked out. But Avery had vouched for them, and Michael had given his word to keep an open mind. He looked to his wife, who was blushing profusely, but seemed to still be on-board.

“Well, that’s the whole club! Do you have any questions for me?” the hostess asked, stopping them in the middle of the hall.

The two of them were silent for a second before Michael spoke up, “Do you know where I can find my friend, Avery?”

“Well, I would imagine if he’s not up here, then check the main dance area, you may find him there.” she answered.

“Ok, thank you.” Nicole replied before her husband could speak.

With a bright smile, the hostess turned and left them alone. Nicole exhaled loudly, still trying to take in the fact they were invited to a lifestyle club by their best friends.

“So… are you ready for this?” Michael asked his wife, nervously.

“I, uh… I-I think I need a drink before anything else. There was a bar downstairs, right?” Nikky replied, clearly flustered.

They both agreed on the way to the bar, they would at least stay for an hour or so, just to give it a try. At the bar, Michael ordered a beer, while his wife asked for a tall glass of red wine. Michael turned towards the dance floor, which was huge, and lit up with party lights often found at nightclubs. The music had an amazing beat, and felt almost seductive. Couples, and groups of people, were already dancing together, and women were already pole-dancing on the stages, wearing nearly nothing.

As he scanned the area, he barely recognized the back of his friend’s head, as he watched one of the pole-dancing stages, watching a rather sexy woman dancing. He pointed Avery out to Nicole, and they went over to meet him. Strangely, he seemed to be alone, even though Michael was sure he said Monica was with him too. He came around the man to check his face, wanting to be sure it was Avery. It was him, and his friend’s face lit up as his eyes met Michael.

“Buddy! You made it!” he spoke loudly, talking over the music. They shook hands, and Avery patted him on the shoulder, “How y’all liking it here?”

“Not what I expected at all!” Michael replied, also speaking over the music, “You said that you and Monica come here?”

“Yeah, we do.”

“Well, where is she?” Michael asked, confused.

“What do you mean? She’s right here!” Avery answered as if it should have been obvious.

Michael and Nicole looked around their immediate area, turning their heads, inspecting the faces of the people around them. None of them looked like Monica. He felt his wife pat him on the arm, and looked towards her. Nicole was looking up towards the stage, and Michael saw why. On stage was a voluptuous woman with butterscotch blonde hair, curled, and reaching down to her large breasts. She wore a caramel-colored, cup-less bra that clearly wasn’t meant to cover her large breasts.

It was Monica, his best friend’s wife, twirling, and dancing so seductively around the metal pole in the middle of the stage. He’d never looked at her in this way, and now, he found it hard to take his eyes off of her. As she passed in front of them, her buttocks craned outward, using it to get people’s attention. Michael could see she was wearing a pair of crotch-less panties that matched the color of her bra. He only caught a glimpse of her labia poking out as she continued around the pole. As she came back, her eyes met Michael’s, and she smiled. Monica kept her eyes locked on him as she gyrated her hips, then spread her legs as she dipped, and Michael saw everything.

The song ended, and Monica stood up and left backstage, snapping Michael out of his trance. He looked towards Nicole, who had taken a big swig of her wine. They looked at each other, and Nicole’s eyes widened, as if to silently say ‘wow’. Avery was now leading them to a seated area near the stage. Michael always thought he knew his friend pretty well, but now, it was like he barely knew Avery and Monica at all.

“So, Monica works here?” Nicole asked, beginning to seem a bit tipsy. Normally, Michael would be worried, but his wife seemed a bit more confident. Michael followed suit, and took a large sip of his beer.

“No, that was her idea.” Avery answered her, “She doesn’t even get tips, she just does it to tease all the other guys here.”

“How did you even get involved with this place?” Michael asked.

Avery shrugged, “Same way you did. I was referred by a friend, Monica and I gave it a shot, and we liked it so much, we became members. I know it can seem a little intimidating at first, but people here are very friendly, and just wanna make you feel comfortable, y’know?”

“I can see that.” Nicole responded, “Hold on, I’m gonna get some more wine from the bar.”

Just after she left, Monica walked up from some backstage area, and joined them at the table, wearing a red bustier top with a pair of black spanx. Michael didn’t usually stare at Monica’s breasts, out of respect for his friend, but was now finding it hard not to. Now that he’d seen them in their full glory, his eyes were drawn to her huge mounds, which looked as though they might push out of her bustier any moment.

“Monica!” Nikky almost shouted the moment her friend sat down. Another glass of red wine in her hand, the other arm outstretched, looking to hug her busty friend.

“Hey, Nikky!” Monica greeted her, sitting up to embrace her, “I’m so glad you could come tonight.”

“Me too! You looked so sexy up there. I didn’t know you could dance like that!” Nikky exclaimed, sitting down next to her.

“I was just telling Michael about our first time here.” Avery interjected.

“Yes,” Michael chimed, “I’m just curious how you two managed to integrate, being new members, like us.”

Monica giggled, “We decided we would just jump in. Do something crazy.”

“Like?” Nikky asked.

“Well…” Monica began, giving a secretive smile to her husband, who returned it back to her, “The first time we were here, I swapped husbands with our sponsors, and we went upstairs for some fun.” Her eyes locked with Michael’s as she spoke the last part. He swallowed hard, and felt his face getting hot, and his pants became very tight. Monica and Avery always seemed so modest, up until this point.

She then turned to Nikky, and very starkly asked, “Would you mind if I took your husband for tonight, and you can take mine?”

Michael’s eyes widened, and for the moment, he was speechless. He looked at Avery, who seemed to look as confident as his wife did. Then looked at Nicole, who blushed profusely, and looked straight up as she took a rather large gulp of her wine. Michael was sure this was the moment his wife would freak out, and have them both running out of the club. Michael never expected to hear the words his wife spoke next.

She swallowed her wine, and responded with, “Fuck it, let’s do it.”

Michael felt a churning in his stomach, like too many butterflies at once. They all looked at him, and awaited Michael’s response.

“Uh, yeah, ok, let’s do it.” he didn’t know how else to reply. If his wife wanted to do it, and this was the best way to rekindle the excitement in their marriage, he wasn’t going to argue with it.

Monica took his hand, and led him out of his chair, and upstairs above the dance floor. Avery was walking arm-in-arm with Nicole just behind them. They came to an area that looked like a large, outdoor patio, with several round beds along it. Covering the beds were large, dark curtains, hanging like mosquito nets, but seemed to be meant for concealing whomever was inside. Monica picked the closest one, and everyone got inside, with Avery closing the curtain behind them.

The bed was actually quite comfortable, and had some throw pillows to lay your head on. Michael barely managed to get into a comfortable position before Monica managed to climb onto him, passionately pressing her lips into his, and pulling his blazer down past his shoulders. Michael nervously obliged, feeling like a deer in the headlights. He looked at Nicole, who seemed utterly shocked, then did the same to Avery, kissing him with an almost animalistic hunger. Was she competing with Monica?

Monica’s lips seemed experienced, and Michael decided he was going to enjoy himself. He slipped his blazer off, and placed one hand behind her back, pulling her in, while his other hand groped her curvy ass. He wanted to grab it ever since she flaunted it on stage. She purred in approval to his touch, and ran her fingers through his dark hair. Michael could feel the buttons of his shirt become undone, and wondered how he never fantasized about this before.

Nicole seemed to be one step ahead of them, with her hand already down Avery’s trousers, stroking him as they made out next to them. Avery was also grabbing Nicole’s ass, which made her coo in a way Michael hadn’t seen since they were dating. Seeing her with another man, especially his best friend, gave him mixed feelings of anger, and extreme arousal. Monica sensed Michael’s attention was towards Nikky, and stopped kissing him to look at her as well. She grabbed Michael’s chin, and brought his eyes back to her.

“Does that turn you on? Seeing your wife do that to my husband?” she purred with a heat of lust.

“Yeah.” he replied, he couldn’t deny how much it turned him on, and only seemed to make his desire for Monica even stronger. Monica smiled deviously, and unzipped his pants, reaching in to find his hard member. He quivered at Monica’s touch, and felt himself throb. She took hold of him, and moved her hand up and down his shaft. Although he wasn’t huge, he was still above average. She kept her face extremely close to Michael’s face, watching, and enjoying, the reactions on his face as she pleased his erect cock.

Michael wasn’t sure if he’d ever felt this turned on in his entire life. Whether it was because of Monica, or because she was Avery’s wife, or the fact that Avery was about to sleep with his wife, it was hard to tell. He wanted even more. He regained his focus, and unfastened the back of Monica’s red bustier. She did nothing to stop him, but only bit her lip as her breasts became more and more unbound.

Once it came off, Michael tossed it aside, and grabbed her beautiful mounds with both hands, massaging them. Monica seemed to approve, as she tightened her grip on his member, and sped up her stroking. Michael took one of her breasts into his mouth, sucking on her nipple, as he pinched the other. Monica let out an audible moan, which gave that away as her weakness. Michael focused on her nipples, while she worked his cock, until she could take no more.

With her body starting to heat up, Monica pulled herself off of Michael, and yanked off his slacks, revealing his hard shaft, standing straight up. She took his rod in her hand again, but just to guide him into her lips, taking him deep into her mouth. Michael’s eyes rolled back in ecstasy as her head frantically bobbed up and down on him. He reached down and grabbed a handful of her butterscotch blond hair. He could see Nicole watching her, jaw dropped in awe.

Not to be outdone, Nikky immediately pulled down Avery’s trousers, and did the same. Avery exhaled, and laid his head flat on the bed. The two couples looked as though they were having a contest to see who’s wife could give the other husband a better blow job. Michael wasn’t sure how much longer he would last if this kept on going the way it was. He could only imagine how much his friend was enjoying Nicole’s performance.

Monica finally raised her head, and ran her fingers through her hair, brushing it all back where it was. She pulled Michael up towards him, and kissed him deeply once more, before moving away, and turned her back towards him. She pulled her spanx down past her knees, and off her ankles, and bent over in front of him.

“You’re gonna take me just like this, babe.” she spoke with a slutty voice he never imagined her making. And yet, she was ready to have him fuck her, with her curvy ass looking so enticing. Her womanhood opened for him, begging for his shaft.

He brought his erect cock to her inviting pussy, and with a single thrust, slid his entire length inside her. She moaned loudly as he pushed into her. The walls of her pussy seemed to constrict around him, squeezing his member. She felt so amazing that Michael had to keep going, keep thrusting into her. Monica pushed back into him, her ass smacking into Michael’s hips.

Monica’s moans of pleasure caught Nicole’s attention, and she decided she would take control instead. Quickly getting out of her panties, she held Avery’s chest down, and climbed onto his lap, sliding herself down onto his shaft. Now, her moans joined Monica’s and she rocked her hips, grinding herself into Avery’s dick. She seemed to be enjoying Avery about as much as Michael enjoyed Monica. The heady scent of sex was building in that enclosed space, and all inhibitions had melted away.

Michael looked at his wife while he continued to thrust into Monica, and Nicole looked back at him, still riding Avery. Michael grabbed his wife’s hair, and kissed her with a passion he’d never felt before. He groped her breast as she started bouncing on his friend’s cock, and feeling Michael touch her seemed to push her over the edge. Nicole’s lips broke away from her husband’s and she let out a high-pitched moan, which Michael knew meant she was climaxing. Avery grunted, and it looked like he was releasing his load in his wife as well.

Not more than a few moments later, Monica started pushing into Michael’s cock harder, her moans getting higher. Michael felt her get tighter, and a wave of heat ran past his cock as she climaxed all around him. Michael grabbed her hips, and pulled her in with each thrust, holding himself back from cumming so he could make Monica’s orgasm as strong as possible. She only gripped him tighter and tighter until Michael reached his tipping point, and released his load deep into Avery’s wife.

Once their orgasms subsided, they all collapsed on the bed, breathing heavily.

“Holy fuck,” Monica spoke first, “Nikky, I didn’t know your husband had it in him!”

Nicole chuckled, “I haven’t seen him fuck like that since we started dating!”

They all laughed, then fell silent for a moment.

“We gotta do this again sometime.” Avery said casually, and everyone laughed again, and gave gestures of agreement.

Back at the hotel, Michael and Nicole were just walking back into their room. They had spent the rest of the night, drinking, joking, and conversing with their good friends. It seemed as though their friendship would never be the same, but was undeniably better than before. Before leaving, Michael and Nicole expressed their intention to become full members of the nightclub. They had found a new excitement in their marriage, and were willing to continue this path of discovery.

Michael immediately took off his blazer, and sat on the edge of the bed. He figured Nikky would want to go straight to sleep, but it seemed she had other plans. She put her purse down on the table, and pushed her husband flat on the bed. Surprised, Michael watched as his wife took off his slacks, and went straight to work, taking his softened prick in her mouth. ‘Again?’ He thought to himself. She made him fully erect in seconds.

She pulled her mouth off his member, and kept stroking it with her hand. Then looked up into his eyes, and spoke in her own slutty voice, “I can still taste Monica’s pussy on your cock, baby.” Then took him back in her mouth.

Michael was pleasantly surprised, and found himself lusting for his wife in ways he’d forgotten he did before. He didn’t have to say anything, she was already climbing onto him. She hiked up her skirt, and Michael saw she hadn’t even put her panties back on! She hungrily took her husband’s whole length into her, and rode him.

“I wanna go back…” she said between moans.

“We will.” Michael replied.

“And I want to dance on that stage.” she moved her hips faster.

“I’ll watch you.” he obliged.

“I want meet more couples.” his wife moaned out.

“Yeah…” Michael was about to release another load into her.

Nicole gripped his shirt, leaned down so she could whisper into his ear while grinding into him, “And then I want you to fuck me in the Red Room….”

Together, they orgasmed for each other.

 

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