The Envelope Incident

Emelia Elmwood

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My two best guy friends, Jake and Derek, came over that Saturday morning to cheer me up. I poured three cups of fresh coffee and set out a plate of danishes, a sinful treat in honor of my being dumped by Stephen, my boyfriend of three years.

Neither Jake nor Derek had the decency to look as if they felt bad for me.

“What you need,” Jake said, as he chewed on a cheese danish, “is to purge him from your system.”

“I could start drinking,” I said. “That oughtta flush him right out.”

Derek shook his head. “No, something more…dramatic, I think.”

“Take a trip?” I suggested. “Maybe some sort of spiritual journey? Or a weekend at a health spa?”

Jake and Derek were my very gay next-door neighbors who had adopted me minutes after I’d left Oklahoma for a job in Los Angeles. Jake was a lawyer at a nonprofit organization downtown. Derek was an amazing hair stylist at an upscale salon in Hollywood. The two of them had become the brothers I’d never had. Plus, I now had really great hair.

“I’ve been thinking about this for a while now,” Jake said. “I think that in order for you to find happiness in the next relationship, to rectify the karma, so to speak, you need to identify the single most problematic element of your relationship with Stephen and deal with it. Otherwise, you might just end up with another Stephen.”

I sipped my coffee and thought about that for a moment. “Are you sure I only have to identify one problem? It seems like I could make a list.”

Derek reached for a second danish. “If you really think about it, all of the other problems were just, I don’t know, symptoms of the main one. Secondary problems.”

I looked at Derek. “It sounds as though you’ve already identified the primary problem.”

“Come on, Emma.” Derek gave me a pleading look. “Think.”

I didn’t know where to start. Stephen and I seemed to be pretty matched personality-wise. We both loved movies, hiking, traveling, reading, Mexican food.

“This is just pathetic,” Jake said. “Either you’re absolutely clueless, or too embarrassed to admit the problem.”

I looked up.

“Sex,” Derek said. “You were sexually incompatible.”

“I take offense to that,” I said. “The sex was fine.”

“Was it? He always looked a heck of a lot cheerier when he left in the morning than you did when you left in the morning.”

I blushed. There was something weird about knowing your two gay brother stand-ins were tracking your sexual progress.

“Here’s what I think,” Jake said. “I think that Stephen pursued you because he saw you as a cute, all-American good girl from Oklahoma. Which isn’t a bad thing.” He held up a hand before I could protest. “But you also have a pretty serious inner tigress who likes adventure. And when you figured out that he might be scared off by the inner tigress, you caged her up.”

“The problem, as I see it,” Derek added, “is that Stephen picked up on the fact that you were holding something back from him, and that you weren’t happy. And that’s why he walked.”

“And now you’re worried that I’m going to keep my inner tigress locked up,” I said, my eyebrows raised. “That’s just weird, guys.”

“Is it? What if, deep down, you’re really worried that he picked up on that inner tigress? What if you think you just have to work harder to keep her caged up? You’ll never be happy. The men you’re with will never be happy. And then we’ll never be happy,” Jake said. “And you don’t want us unhappy, right?”

I leaned back in my chair and nursed my coffee cup. This conversation was getting a little embarrassing for my all-American good-girl self. “So what’s the cure?”

“A week of hot sexual escapades that will purge the lame missionary sex with Stephen right out of your soul,” Derek said.

I burst into laughter.

“Uh, with whom?” I was laughing so hard that that my coffee was sloshing over the rim of my cup. “You guys?”

“I love you to bits, Emma, but you’re just not my type,” Jake said. “But we know a lot of guys—and a few girls, too—who would totally dig you.”

I looked back and forth from Jake to Derek. “You’re serious.”

“Totally,” Derek said.

“No fucking way,” I said.

Jake pressed the back of his hand to his head in mock horror. “The inner tigress surfaced to utter a foul word, Derek.”

“No,” I said.

“You don’t even know what we were going to say,” Jake said.

“I don’t have to. I don’t think this is a good idea,” I said. “Besides, I don’t need your opinion of me to sink. I feel low enough all on my own right now.”

Derek leaned forward on his arms and gave me the most serious look I’ve ever seen from him. “Sweetheart, there is nothing that we’d like more than to see you be comfortable with yourself. How could we think less of you for that? Especially a couple of guys like us?”

Both Derek and Jake were estranged from their families because they were openly gay. Derek’s father, a man who preached “love everyone” from the pulpit, had given Derek the boot when he’d turned eighteen. Jake’s family had tried at first to be understanding, but when his nieces and nephews were born, Jake had grown tired of the way his sisters shielded their children from him. So he’d faded away.

I’d never really thought about how hard that must have been, leaving family and friends like that. Yet I couldn’t imagine Derek and Jake happy had they not been true to themselves.

“You think it will take a whole week, huh?”

“Look,” Jake said, “here’s what I think you should do.” He reached behind him to the kitchen counter, where I kept a pad of paper and pens near my cell-phone charger. “Ask your inner tigress to name the three most daring things she would like to try. Three things that she’s almost too embarrassed to even tell you about. Write them down, one to each piece of paper. Put them in an envelope and slip them under our door. We’ll make it happen for you.”

I could only sit there and blink. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” I said.

“Think about it,” Derek said. He and Jake kissed my cheeks and headed out the door.

I refused to think about it. I cleaned my apartment. No, I scoured my apartment. I went for a walk. Then I tried jogging. Then I rented a half-dozen movies. Two weeks passed, and I was restless, frustrated, embarrassed.

Then the dreams started. Very, very sexy dreams. I was tied up and naked and hands roamed my body. I was bent over a chair while being pounded by a giant cock. Mouths sucked on my nipples. Streams of cum shot across my chest.

For three nights in a row, I woke up hot, wet, sweating, needing. Pushing myself over the edge wasn’t enough. I wanted more.

At three-thirty on a Wednesday morning, I sat at my kitchen table and picked up the pen and pad of paper with shaking hands.

Images of my dreams flashed through my mind. Even though I sat alone in my kitchen, my cheeks flushed with embarrassment. A good girl didn’t have thoughts like this. A good girl didn’t sit at her kitchen table, thinking about what kinds of crazy sex she secretly dreamed of having with people she didn’t even know.

What the hell is the matter with me? I thought. I’m just writing down thoughts. I don’t even have to show them to anyone. I can have fantasies. I can write them down.

I held my pen over the paper, poised to write.

It was four-fifteen, and I still hadn’t written a single word.

When did I become such a coward?

Or is the problem that I couldn’t narrow my list down to three? I giggled. Gee, Jake, I could picture myself saying, I hope you don’t mind that I gave you thirty-five different pieces of paper. I hope you have that many friends.

Just write something, I said to myself. Anything. The first thing that comes to your mind.

I took a deep breath and wrote in the most honest tone I could muster:

I want to be tied up, blindfolded and fucked by men I don’t know and will never see.

My heart raced so hard I could feel the pulse in my throat. With a shaky hand, I reached for a second piece of paper from the pad.

I want to taste pussy.

I couldn’t believe I wrote that. I was so hot and so wet just thinking about it. I reached for a third piece of paper and thought about what my very last sexual fantasy might be.

I want two men at once. I want to ride a big cock while another cock is riding my ass.

I threw the pen on the table and jumped out of the chair. Tears of embarrassment streamed down my face, but I was so hot, so turned on, that I lay down on my living room floor and fingered myself into three orgasms before I was calm enough to sleep.

I slipped the envelope under Jake and Derek’s door, hoping no one saw me do it. During the entire six-mile drive to work, which took a solid forty-three minutes in Los Angeles traffic, emotions tumbled around in my head. I couldn’t believe I had actually written down three fantasies. I couldn’t believe I’d shared them with Jake and Derek. God, what were they going to think when they saw them? What were they going to do? What would my landlord think when a bunch of random people started visiting my apartment, and the oh-so-obvious sounds of wild sex could be heard through the walls?

I almost rear-ended the car in front of me twice.

And yet I was so, so very wet.

After work, I all but tiptoed back to my apartment. I just couldn’t face Jake and Derek after what I was beginning to think of as The Envelope Incident. Relieved to go undetected, I locked the apartment’s deadbolt and headed to the kitchen for a glass of water. My cell phone chimed its three-tone notice of a new text message. It was from Derek.

Biltmore downtown. 8 p.m. tonite. Rm 436.

Holy shit. That was only two hours from now.

Jake and Derek knew me well enough to know that I would look for a chicken exit if they gave me time to find one. They weren’t going to give me much of a chance to back out.

I showered and headed for the Biltmore.

I found the elevator and pressed Four. I stepped into the hallway and followed the arrows to 436. I stood in front of the door for what seemed like forever. I thought about walking away. I thought about running away. But then I thought about how one of my very own fantasies was supposed to be on the other side of that door. The hallway was empty. Who would know that I had been here? Who would know about this indulgence?

My inner tigress knocked on the door.

A tall, elegant woman with blue eyes and dark hair swept up into a knot answered the door. “I’m Evie,” she said. “I’m here to help you get ready.”

The room was actually a posh suite. We stood in the foyer, which lead to a large living room. Across the room were French doors, presumably leading to the bedroom.

Evie took my hand and lead me to the guest bathroom. She helped me undress and then gave me a lacy black robe to wear. I looked at myself in the mirror, my dark blond hair, my gray eyes, my pretty decent country-girl figure that was a little curvier and rounded than was preferred in Los Angeles. I felt self conscious and insecure.

Evie ran her eyes over what she could see through the robe. I felt a flash of heat as the approval registered on her face. “Jake was right,” she said. “Nate and Alex will love you.”

She led me across the living room and opened one of the French doors to the bedroom. Two incredibly hot men were inside—one sitting on the giant California-King-size bed, the other sitting in an armchair. Both men wore black robes. The men stood as I entered the room.

“This is Emma,” Evie said. She untied the sash of my robe and, stepping behind me, pulled it off. “She’s all yours.” Evie let the robe pool on the floor before stepping out of the room and closing the door behind her.

I stood there, naked and somewhat in shock, unsure of what to do. The blond man who had been sitting on the bed walked over to me and traced a finger from my chin down past my collar bone to the valley between my breasts. He was at least a foot taller than me, tanned, muscular and blue-eyed. I was wet just from looking at him.

“I’m Nate,” he said. “Jake thought Alex and I could take extra special care of you.”

Alex walked over to us and stood to my left. He traced my spine from my hairline down to my ass with the fingers of his right hand. Alex had an olive complexion, dark hair and dark eyes, and though he was a couple of inches shorter than Nate, he was just as muscular.

“So perfect,” Alex murmured. “Just like Jake promised.”

I looked each man in the eye. They were serious.

“So what do we do now?” I whispered.

“Now we satiate your tigress,” Nate whispered back, and put his lips on mine. They were both soft and hard, and oh so perfect. I opened my mouth and let his tongue slide inside. I put one hand inside the opening of his robe, and he let go of me just long enough to shed it. His hands stroked my arms, and though my eyes were closed, I memorized the feel of his chest, his arms, followed the trail of hair down his chest, and brushed against his hot, velvety smooth cock.

I almost came on the spot.

Alex stood behind me, his teeth and tongue gliding and scraping along my neck. Shivers rippled over my skin. Nate fell to his knees before me and took my right nipple into his mouth. Alex held me up as I nearly crumpled with a moan.

I ran my hands through Nate’s hair as he sucked and nibbled on my tits. Yes, tits, I thought. This is just too hot to think good and proper words. Tonight was about getting fucked.

My inner tigress growled with approval.

As he tugged on my left nipple with his teeth, his hand moved between my legs.

“God, you’re ready,” he said, almost in wonder. He rubbed his fingers over my clit, watched the syrupy wetness string from my pussy to his lips as he tasted his fingers. He pushed two fingers deep inside me. I was on the brink of an earth-shattering orgasm when I felt Alex gently spread my ass cheeks apart. Kneeling behind me, he ever-so-gently licked that most-delicate spot.

My control shattered and I came, holding on to Nate to keep from falling over.

“Now,” Nate said. He stood and led me to the bed. He grabbed a condom off of the nightstand and rolled it down the length of his cock. He threw a second one to Alex, who did the same thing.

Nate lay down on the bed, his legs hanging over the end.

“Climb on top of me, Emma,” he said. Mesmerized, I straddled him, facing him, my hands on his chest, my pussy rubbing over the head of his cock. He held it in place. “Now,” he said, and I slid down the length of cock until my lips were pressed against his skin. He moaned as my muscles stroked and squeezed him.

“God, don’t move,” he said. “Just lean forward a little.”

I tilted toward him, let him cup my tits in his hands. He tugged at my nipples. “Does that feel good, Emma?” he asked as I moaned. “Do you want me to play harder?” His cock inside me pulsed and I moaned again. “Tell me, Emma. Tell me what you want.”

“Yes,” I said. “I love it when you’re rough with them.” He squeezed my breasts and pulled harder on my nipples. Electricity shot from my tits to my clit.

Behind me, Alex was pouring lube over his fingers. “Just relax,” he whispered, and gently rubbed my asshole with cool, wet strokes. My skin was on fire. I didn’t know if I was going to last long enough to get to the final deed. Nate’s cock pulsed inside me.

“Have you ever done this before?” Alex asked.

“Only myself, with a dildo,” I admitted.

“Tell me what you liked about it,” he told me, his fingers still feather-light, dancing around my still-tight sphincter.

I moaned.

“Tell me,” he said again. “Tell me why you want a cock in your ass.”

“God,” I said, “it feels so good to be…full. It feels so good to be stretched to the point of it hurting. It turns me on to think about it being a cock, holding me open like that.…” I sobbed with pleasure as he slipped a finger into my ass. He worked it in and out. The walls of my pussy pulsed around Nate’s cock, which pulsed in response.

“More,” I said to Alex. “I want more.” Doing my bidding, Alex slipped in another finger.

“I love the way you’re opening up for me,” he said, and slipped in a third finger.

“Please,” I begged, “I can’t wait anymore.”

“Tell us what you want, Emma,” Nate commanded from beneath me. “Tell us what you want us to do to you right now.”

“God, Alex, please,” I begged. “Please. I want your cock deep inside me. I want you moving in me. I want to ride Nate. I just want you both to fuck me. Now. Please!”

Alex stood between Nate’s knees and pushed his long, hard cock into my ass. I stifled a scream as he invaded my ass, pushed deep inside me. I felt so hot, so full…Alex moved in long, steady strokes, which slid me up and down the length of Nate’s cock. I was sure I would be torn to pieces.

Alex’s hands roamed my back as Nate and I kissed. The blood roared in my head. I couldn’t think. I could barely breathe. At any moment I was going to shatter—closer, closer, closer to the edge, until I finally let my body go, felt my ass and my pussy squeezing, gripping both cocks hard and fast as I thrashed with the most intense orgasm I’d ever had. Nate grabbed my hips and gave a hard thrust, and I felt his head spasm inside me. Then Alex gripped my hips hard and with three more quick strokes, shouted with his own orgasm.

I collapsed on top of Nate.

Alex collapsed on top of me.

For a moment, the only sound in the room was that of rapid breathing, slowly calming down.

“Ready?” Alex asked. I nodded. He slowly pulled himself out of my ass. I gasped at how empty I suddenly felt.

“Your turn,” Nate said, and I lifted my body off Nate’s cock.

I thought it would be awkward once we were finished. But it wasn’t awkward. I felt strong and fulfilled and thrilled.

Nate wrapped my robe around me as he kissed me. “You’re a treasure, Emma,” he said. He turned me towards the double French doors. “Evie’s waiting for you.”

Two evenings later, I received another text message, this time from Jake.

Tigress–Omni downtown. Rm 1605. 9 p.m.

I wondered which of the two remaining fantasies it would be this time. I also wondered what I would owe Jake and Derek for their expensive taste in hotels. I took the elevator to the sixteenth floor, more excited than nervous this time, ready for my prize on the other side of the door to room 1605.

I knocked. Evie answered the door.

“The others will be here soon,” Evie said. “I’ll help you get ready.”

Evie led the way to a luxurious bathroom complete with a sunken marble tub and shower with multiple shower heads. Without asking, she pulled the zipper down the back of my dress, trailing her fingers down my back.

“Too bad I’m not your fantasy tonight,” she murmured. The dress fell to the floor, and I unclasped my bra and pulled off my thong. Evie held up my attire for the night—a teddy with cutouts for the tits and an open crotch.

“Wow,” I said, as I stood in front of the mirror admiring the teddy. Hell, even I wanted to have sex with myself in that outfit.

I followed Evie to the giant four-poster bed. A black eye mask lay on a pillow, and sets of velvet cuffs were attached to the posts with long silky ropes. My heart pounded even faster.

“Why so many cuffs?” I asked Evie.

She smiled at me knowingly. “It depends on what they decide to do with you,” she said. “But I have specific instructions regarding your first fuck of the night. Lie on your back across the bed.”

Evie wrapped a cuff around each wrist and each ankle. I was spread-eagled across the width of the bed, my tits exposed, air swirling around my open crotch. Evie fitted the mask over my eyes, the elastic around my head. She ran a hand from my collarbone to my crotch. My nipples hardened and my pussy grew wet from her touch.

“I’ll be back to get you ready for round two,” she said, and quietly left the room.

A few minutes later, I heard the door open and close. Heavy footsteps approached the bed. There was a rustle of fabric—maybe a robe coming off?—and then I jerked against my restraints when large hands groped my tits.

“Perfect,” a man said in a gruff voice. His hands were a worker’s hands, coarse and rough and strong. He kneaded my tits deliciously hard, making them ache with need. I felt a heavy thigh on each side of my chest and realized he was straddling my body. Something hard, hot and velvety brushed my lips. His cock.

“Lick,” he ordered in a rumbling bass. I licked and swirled my tongue over this cock I could not see. He rubbed his cock over the exposed parts of my face, my neck, my tits. He crawled down my body, his heavy meat searing my skin through the lace of the teddy as it rubbed over my chest, stomach and thighs. My legs were spread wide, and as my pussy grew wetter, I was increasingly aware of how exposed I was. I gasped when his rough, foreign fingers probed into my wet snatch.

Man Number One murmured his approval as he rubbed the head of his cock in my juices. He lifted my ass with his rough hands and thrust his cock into me in one hard stroke. I screamed from the invasion, the pure ecstasy of it. He moved in long, deliberate strokes, holding my hips up so that I could feel each deep thrust in my core. I could feel the orgasm coming, I wanted to squeeze him closer to me and control him, but the velvet cuffs held firm and all I could do was scream with the sensitivity following the orgasm as he continued to control the rhythm of our movements. I came again, and he pulled out.

I felt him climb up my body again, his thighs straddling my ribs, his knees in my armpits.

“Taste yourself,” he ordered, and I licked my own juices off of his cock. Sweet and salty. Warm and wet.

“Open your mouth,” he said, and he pushed part of his shaft and head into my mouth. I suckled and licked, and he moved his cock in and out of my mouth with a gentle but determined rhythm. His cock jerked out of my mouth, and streams of cum poured over my lips and down my neck. Man Number One climbed off me. I heard the rustle of fabric and the door opened and closed.

His cum was still warm on my neck when I heard Evie chuckling. I felt a warm, wet cloth pass over my neck and face and between my legs. Then Evie uncuffed me, and told me to lie on my stomach lengthwise on the bed. She recuffed me, one limb to each bedpost, and left the room.

Man Number Two entered the room, and I heard the familiar rustle of fabric. The room grew silent, and I felt nervous when I realized he was probably studying me from somewhere in the room. He must have been standing at the foot of the bed, because two large hands slipped under the back of my teddy and kneaded my ass.

“I have something special in mind for you,” he said in a smooth, silky baritone. He pulled his hands away and I heard sounds I couldn’t readily identify. Then I felt fingers prying the thin thong of the teddy away from my asshole. A cold, smooth and slippery object rubbed delicious circles over my puckered hole. My whole body coursed with excitement, my pussy wet, wondering what Man Number Two was going to do.

“Relax,” he whispered. “I want to see your asshole swallow this butt plug.”

I willed myself to open up to his toy, and was rewarded with the slurping sound of the smooth object being pulled into me. I sighed happily as my sphincter gripped the bottom around the base.

“Do you like it?” he asked me, and I moaned a yes.

He climbed off the bed, and then I heard him say from across the room, “Then you’ll really like this.”

The butt plug began to vibrate in my ass. I writhed against my cuffs as the pulsing moved through my body. My bare nipples ached and rubbed against the bedspread. I could tell that the crotch of my teddy was wet with pussy juice, and the vibrations pushed me closer and closer toward an orgasm. Suddenly, the vibrations stopped.

“No,” I begged, “please. More.”

“Not yet,” he said. “We’re not finished.” He stood quietly across the room, not moving, not making a sound. I lay on my stomach, my face turned to the side, feeling my pussy lips tingle and ache with need. I tried to grind against the bed but the restraints held me in place. I waited and waited, feeling the near-orgasm subside. I jolted when the butt plug suddenly came to life. I moaned and screamed and nearly came, but just as the orgasm was in my grasp, Man Number Two killed the power again.

“NO!” I shouted, forcefully. “Please!”

More time passed, and tears of desperation streamed down my face. I heard Man Number Two approach the bed. He lifted my pelvis into the air a bit and thrust himself deep into my pussy—just one, long thrust. He didn’t move, he didn’t grind. He just filled my pussy with his cock.

“Please,” I sobbed. “I need to come.”

He turned on the vibrations again, this time set to a steady pulse that moved along the length of the butt plug. He didn’t move, but I felt his cock pulsing, and he moaned as the vibrations grew stronger and stronger.

I couldn’t hold on anymore. I squeezed down hard on his cock and the butt plug in my ass and bucked like a colt as the orgasm ripped through me. Then he came just as forcefully. Leaving the butt plug vibrating gently, he pulled himself out, and walked out of the room as I writhed with the pulsation deep in my ass.

“Are you sure you’re ready for round three?” Evie asked me. I was breathing hard, but I nodded. She had pulled out the butt plug and was cleaning me with another warm, wet washcloth. She unfastened my cuffs and helped me off of the bed.

“Stand here for a moment,” she said, and the door opened and closed. I knew Evie was not alone, but I didn’t understand why I was standing by the bed.

“This guy has different ideas,” Evie said. The mask still covered my eyes, but I could still hear someone settling on the bed, and the now unmistakable sound of the cuffs being secured. Evie led me to the bed. “He’s all yours,” she said, and closed the door behind her.

I blindly reached out and felt the warm skin in front of me. I ran my fingers over the muscles in his chest, felt the pebbles of his nipples, the five o’clock shadow on his face. His cock was long and thick, velvety smooth, and pre-cum trickled from the tip.

“What do you want me to do?” I asked Man Number Three.

“Use me,” he said. “Fuck me.”

I started to remove the mask.

“No,” Man Number Three said. “Leave the mask on.”

His voice was familiar to me, but I couldn’t place him. Did I know him? I felt a moment of terror at the idea of someone from my everyday life knowing my secret. I stood by the bed, unsure of what I wanted.

My tigress decided.

I climbed onto the bed, straddled his chest, and thrust my tits in his face.

“Suck on my tits,” I ordered Man Number Three. He latched on to my right nipple and heat shot through me. “Oh, suck harder. Pull with your teeth.” I held myself over him, relishing the pleasurable pain, squeezing and pinching my other nipple while he worked.

“God, that feels good,” I said, and shifted so his mouth could latch on the left one. I caught myself grinding my crotch against his chest, and knew it was time for more. I crawled up his body, grasped the headboard with my hands, and lowered my pussy to his lips.

“Eat me,” I commanded, and his tongue slipped into the open crotch of my teddy. I held myself still, barely breathing, as his tongue stroked my clit, my lips, then delved into my wet hole. He licked and sucked until my thighs started to shake and I convulsed around his face.

Gasping for air, I turned myself around. “I want to suck your cock,” I told him, and he moaned. “But you can’t stop eating me out,” I said, positioning my pussy over his face. “If you stop, I stop.”

I swirled my tongue over his head, spreading his salty pre-cum over the velvet tip and around the ridge. Man Number Three bucked his hips and pressed his tongue into my pussy.

“Good boy,” I murmured, as I licked up and down the front of his shaft. I massaged his balls with my fingers and he gently sucked on my clit.

I could smell my spit mixing with the scent of his pre-cum. I licked my lips, relaxed my mouth and took his cock down my throat until my lips touched his body.

His hips jerked and he tore his mouth away from my snatch to shout. I pulled away from his cock.

Man Number Three whimpered. “Suck my clit,” I said to him. “Make me come. And I’ll give you the best head.”

I leaned my pussy back into his face, and moaned when his tongue started stroking my clit. I took most of his cock back into my mouth, rubbing, stroking, massaging with my lips and tongue. The head oozed salty juice as his body came closer and closer to coming. His hips thrust upwards into my month. My own body crashed with the waves of an orgasm, and still I rode his cock with my mouth, bobbing up and down, stroking his balls. I felt the maddening ripple just before his head jerked and he came explosively in my mouth. I let it run out of my mouth as I stroked his shaft until he begged me to stop.

I felt so powerful. So sexy. So deliciously used. Before he could protest, I tore the mask away and discovered Nate, who had helped me fulfill fantasy number one. I leaned over and kissed him, loving the way his cum and my pussy juice tasted together.

My friends at work commented on the “incredibly good mood” I had been in these past few days. I felt incredible. Powerful. Yet Jake and Derek had one piece of paper left in their possession, and I was more nervous about it than either of my other two fantasies.

I’d never even seen a naked woman in person before, much less had sex with one.

Two days went by, and I wondered how much longer Jake and Derek would keep me in suspense. Then, as I put away groceries that Friday evening, I received a text message from Jake.

Bonaventure. Suite 1725. 9 p.m.

Fantasy three was going to happen.

This time, Nate answered the door. I must have looked nervous because he stroked my hair away from my face and kissed me before whispering, “You will love her,” into my ear.

“Are you going to dress me tonight?” I joked.

“She doesn’t want you wearing anything,” he said, and led me toward a giant marble tub in the master bathroom. Lighted candles surrounded the room, and scented water filled the tub. Nate pulled the T-shirt over my head and smiled at my cornflower-blue demibra. He unbuttoned my jeans and pushed them down around my ankles.

He stroked my pussy through my cornflower-blue boy shorts. “These are pretty sexy,” he said, and he kneeled in front of me to push his tongue hard against the thin fabric covering my lips. Fire pumped through my body as he stroked me with his tongue and hot breath.

“Too bad it’s not my turn tonight,” he said. He unhooked the bra and tossed it on the counter. He slowly pulled the boy shorts down to my ankles and helped me step out of them.

I stepped into the hot, fragrant water and gloried in Nate gently rubbing a washcloth all over my body. Then he offered me a hand out of the giant tub and dried me off.

My body hummed as Nate led me back to the bedroom.

Evie stood in front of the bed. “It’s finally my turn,” she murmured, and untied the single knot that held her robe in place. The silk robe fell to her feet.

I’d never unabashedly stared at a naked woman standing in front of me before. I’d never visually caressed her from her dark, shiny tresses down to her toes. I’d never really looked at another woman’s tits, watched the nipples pucker, and traced the carefully maintained curls to her lips.

But I wanted to now.

“I want to watch you touch her,” Nate said in my ear. Obediently, I stepped in front of Evie and looked into her blue eyes.

“I want to touch you,” I said, and I stroked her face, her lips, her shoulders and arms. Evie guided my shaking hands to her tits, and for the first time in my life, I was relishing the heavy weight, the soft skin, the texture of another woman’s body.

Evie moaned and leaned toward me for a kiss. There was no doubt I was kissing a woman. Her lips were so soft and gentle but no less demanding. Her tongue slipped into my mouth.

Tears burned my cheeks as I admitted to myself how wonderful it was to be kissing this woman.

She pulled away from me for a moment. “Tell me what you want, Emma,” she said. I swallowed hard. Did I really want to do this? Yes, I did.

“I want to touch you,” I said. “Everywhere. I want to suck on your tits. I want to feel your fingers spreading my pussy open. I want to taste your cunt. I want you to bury your face in mine.” Tears streamed down my face as I realized how badly I wanted it all, and how scared I was to actually do it.

Evie stroked my face, silently reassuring me. She then looked over my shoulder to Nate, who silently moved to stand right behind me.

“I want to watch you suck on her tits, Em,” he said to me. I bent in front of Evie and cupped her right breast in my hand. Her nipple puckered into a pebble, the aureole around it tight with anticipation. I latched my mouth onto her breast and stroked her nipple with my tongue. Evie arched toward me and moaned. I suckled a little harder, and Evie grabbed my shoulders as she whimpered. I stroked her other breast with my fingers as I gently grazed my teeth over the nipple in my mouth.

“The other one now,” she pleaded, and I moved my mouth and attached it to her other nipple.

My own tits felt painfully heavy with the need to be touched. My nipples ached. I knew my lips were slick with pussy juice. I wondered if Evie’s were, too. Without moving my mouth, I ran my hands down her sides, over her hips. Sensing what I wanted, Evie stepped her legs apart, and I stroked the insides of her thighs. My left hand moved up, up her soft skin, towards the radiant heat. I stroked the curls until my fingers found that extremely feminine slit. I traced her lips and then parted them.

My God.

So slick. So smooth. So wet. So hot.

I felt, for the first time, the nub of another woman’s clit, and gently stroked it with my fingers. Over and over, I stroked the insides of her flesh, and, feeling brave, I slipped one finger deep inside her.

Evie gasped. “Bed,” she panted, and stretched out on her back, her long legs bent at the knee.

I spread her legs apart with the palms of my hands and looked at her pussy. Her lips glimmered with wetness. I spread them with my fingers and watched the smooth, wet juice pool out of the very core of her. I slid two fingers inside her and marveled at the texture, the strength of her muscles.

Leaving my fingers inside, I dipped my head forward and smelled her salty, earthy scent. I felt her eyes on me as I gently licked her clit. I thought about how I liked to be handled, and stroked her clit along the sides, gently up and down, building the intensity, and then pulled away for a moment. I focused on moving my fingers in and out, in and out. Just as she started to sink back down, I wrapped my lips around her clit and sucked. I sucked and licked. Her thighs squeezed against my head. She panted, she begged. I pushed a third finger into her cunt and sucked harder.

She clenched around my fingers.

Her thighs tightened around my head.

She thrust her hips up off of the bed and into my face. I gentled my mouth on her, but didn’t stop until she begged me to.

I pulled away, aware of her juice all over my face, her sweat on my skin.

I’d almost forgotten Nate was in the room until he said, “Your turn, Emma. On your back.”

Evie sat up as I lay on my back. She smiled at me. “You were incredible for a first-timer,” she said.

Evie straddled my hips and leaned forward so she could knead my tits. “Such a handful,” she whispered, and tugged at my nipples. I bucked my hips and thrust my chest into her hands.

“You can be rough with them,” I said, and cried out when she squeezed harder. She bent her head over my nipple. I couldn’t take my eyes off of her as she took it into her mouth and sucked hard.

Evie held herself up on her right forearm. Her left hand stroked my stomach, down my pelvis, and moved between my thighs. My heart fluttered when her fingers dipped into my snatch, stroking, rubbing, knowing just where and how to touch.

“Hold her open for me, Nate,” Evie said. Nate leaned against the bed, holding my knees apart. I could hear the wet sound of my lips being spread open by her fingers. I watched her face dip towards my cunt.

She thrust her tongue inside me. I bucked against Nate’s hands.

Evie’s mouth moved to my clit, her tongue stroking, licking, bringing me closer and closer to a screaming orgasm. She pushed two fingers inside me a few times, and then traced them from my pussy towards the back. Evie stroked my clit while tracing circles around my other puckered hole.

My pussy grew wetter. My asshole quivered.

Evie pushed a finger inside. I moaned.

“Yes, I know how much you like this,” she said. She pushed in a second finger and roughly tongued my clit.

My asshole impaled on her fingers, my clit in her mouth, I couldn’t hold on anymore. I screamed, bucking my hips, trying to close my legs, only to be held down by Nate’s strong hands. My clit grew more sensitive, but Evie wouldn’t let go. Instead, she pushed a third finger deep into my ass and her thumb into my pussy. Real tears of sensitive pain and pleasure poured out of my eyes.

“Hold her down, Nate,” Evie said. “There is something I really want to do.” She pulled her fingers out of my body and stood. She picked up a bottle of lube from the side table and flipped open the cap. Nate and I watched as she spilled lube over the fingers, palm and knuckles of her right hand.

Excitement and fear swept through me.

Nate was so hard he was going to burst out of his pants.

Evie closed her mouth over my clit again. I moaned.

She slipped one finger into my puckered hole. Then a second. Then a third.

I felt hot and tight. Juice dripped out of my pussy towards her hand. Her fingers held tightly together, Evie pulled them out for a moment and then pushed in a fourth. One knuckle in. Then two. Then the knuckles of her hand. My asshole stretched wide open as her hand moved inside, all but the thumb, which imbedded into my pussy.

I screamed, writhing, bucking, burning with pain and heat and ecstasy. I could see in my mind the erotic image of her hand holding me open. I came hard, hard, hard, squeezing her hand, her thumb, my thigh muscles aching as they fought against Nate’s firm grasp.

Evie licked me gently a few more times and lifted her face. Her eyes focused on mine as she pulled her hand away. The slick, wet sound of her fingers leaving my body filled the room. I panted, stunned by the intensity, yet frustrated by how incomplete it felt.

Evie gave me a knowing smile as she headed for the bathroom.

“I think she could use some cock, Nate,” she said as she closed the door.

“Do you need some cock, Emma?” Nate asked.

“I need your cock, Nate,” I said. “Please.”

I opened the door for Jake and Derek, who came over that morning for breakfast. Nate was in the kitchen, making French toast. Jake gleefully opened up the business journal to show me an article about my ex-boyfriend, Stephen.

I choked on my coffee as I read the headline: Exec Arrested for Fraud.

“That’s just perfect,” I said.

“You’re looking well,” Derek said, and Jake snickered into his coffee cup.

I patted Nate’s hand, which was resting on my shoulder. “Life is good,” I said.

And I let Nate bend me over the dining table right after Jake and Derek left.

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