herself on one elbow and slowly, very slowly, spread her legs. The silken material slipped from her thighs, revealing the delta within, neatly shaved and clipped to reveal plump lips and a cheeky cherry of a clit. That hungry place might finally get its fill tonight, she thought, letting her fingertips dance lightly over the area, watching the polished pink ovals of her fingernails contrast with the darker flesh.
Mark was a virile lover, but he was only human. He could make it to five then he was out for the count. Laurie, in her wild, younger days, had sometimes taken three lovers at a time, juggling each with practiced finesse. None had ever found out about the others, and Laurie had experienced an all-too-brief period of perfect satisfaction, when sex wasn’t on her mind all the time because she was getting enough of it for once.
And two lovers at the same time…she drifted off, contemplating again all the delightful variations such a ménage could offer. If it worked out, and they wanted, Mark might even introduce more men to the arrangement. She imagined herself at the center of a web of erect cocks, taking them all, front and rear, in her mouth, in her hands, between her breasts, coming over and over again until she collapsed.
It could happen. The fantasy could be reality one day.
“One day at a time, Laurie,” she counseled herself, retying the gown and hauling herself to her feet. Mark and Vincent would soon be here. She needed to organize drinks and nibbles.
Dishes of cashews and olives littered all the available surfaces and the drinks’ cabinet was open and ready for business when she heard Mark’s key turn in the lock.
She pushed the recline button on the armchair and arranged herself into the position she had rehearsed—studiedly negligent, just on the right side of risqué, with her breasts half-exposed and the hem high on her thighs.
Mark came in first, laughing and casual in an open-necked shirt and cotton trousers. When Vincent followed, he stopped in the doorway for a moment and looked Laurie up and down as if he was a lion who had just spotted lunch.
Laurie was wet already. She wanted to give herself to him, drop the robe and open herself up and say, I’m ready .
She’d mentioned how attractive she found him the day he’d started working at Mark’s firm of solicitors. Mark, never the jealous type, had seemed to bring him up in conversation more and more, first just generally then during sex, inviting her to imagine Vincent’s cock plunging into the place Mark had just used, while he fingered her to yet another of the orgasms she craved.
The idea of bringing him into their relationship had grown by itself, without any particular force or pretext on either of their parts. It simply seemed a sensible solution to an unnecessary problem.
“Interesting choice of outfit,” said Vincent, accepting the drink Mark poured for him.
“Don’t you like it?” Laurie shifted a leg ever so slightly, just enough to pull the robe’s hem dangerously high.
“Like it? Oh yeah, I like it. I just wasn’t expecting…” He sipped his aperitif.
“Oh, Vincent, are you self-conscious? Do you want to do small talk? Come and sit down.” She patted the arm of the sofa, set at a right angle to her chair.
He took her up on the offer, watching her minutely over the rim of his tumbler. Mark stood at some distance, leaning against the wall units.
“I’m sorry,” said Laurie, batting coquettish eyelashes at her prospective lover. “This is such an unusual setup. I suppose we cope with it in different ways. Mine is to be over the top vamp—it’s a role I like to play. But you need to ease into it. I understand that. So…how was that movie you two went to see?”
“Oh, that. Yeah, it was good, I guess. Not his best work, but it’ll get an Oscar nomination or two. Listen, you look good enough to eat. Can we skip dinner and…?”
Laurie leaned over to him, running one fingertip underneath the robe,
Mark was a virile lover, but he was only human. He could make it to five then he was out for the count. Laurie, in her wild, younger days, had sometimes taken three lovers at a time, juggling each with practiced finesse. None had ever found out about the others, and Laurie had experienced an all-too-brief period of perfect satisfaction, when sex wasn’t on her mind all the time because she was getting enough of it for once.
And two lovers at the same time…she drifted off, contemplating again all the delightful variations such a ménage could offer. If it worked out, and they wanted, Mark might even introduce more men to the arrangement. She imagined herself at the center of a web of erect cocks, taking them all, front and rear, in her mouth, in her hands, between her breasts, coming over and over again until she collapsed.
It could happen. The fantasy could be reality one day.
“One day at a time, Laurie,” she counseled herself, retying the gown and hauling herself to her feet. Mark and Vincent would soon be here. She needed to organize drinks and nibbles.
Dishes of cashews and olives littered all the available surfaces and the drinks’ cabinet was open and ready for business when she heard Mark’s key turn in the lock.
She pushed the recline button on the armchair and arranged herself into the position she had rehearsed—studiedly negligent, just on the right side of risqué, with her breasts half-exposed and the hem high on her thighs.
Mark came in first, laughing and casual in an open-necked shirt and cotton trousers. When Vincent followed, he stopped in the doorway for a moment and looked Laurie up and down as if he was a lion who had just spotted lunch.
Laurie was wet already. She wanted to give herself to him, drop the robe and open herself up and say, I’m ready .
She’d mentioned how attractive she found him the day he’d started working at Mark’s firm of solicitors. Mark, never the jealous type, had seemed to bring him up in conversation more and more, first just generally then during sex, inviting her to imagine Vincent’s cock plunging into the place Mark had just used, while he fingered her to yet another of the orgasms she craved.
The idea of bringing him into their relationship had grown by itself, without any particular force or pretext on either of their parts. It simply seemed a sensible solution to an unnecessary problem.
“Interesting choice of outfit,” said Vincent, accepting the drink Mark poured for him.
“Don’t you like it?” Laurie shifted a leg ever so slightly, just enough to pull the robe’s hem dangerously high.
“Like it? Oh yeah, I like it. I just wasn’t expecting…” He sipped his aperitif.
“Oh, Vincent, are you self-conscious? Do you want to do small talk? Come and sit down.” She patted the arm of the sofa, set at a right angle to her chair.
He took her up on the offer, watching her minutely over the rim of his tumbler. Mark stood at some distance, leaning against the wall units.
“I’m sorry,” said Laurie, batting coquettish eyelashes at her prospective lover. “This is such an unusual setup. I suppose we cope with it in different ways. Mine is to be over the top vamp—it’s a role I like to play. But you need to ease into it. I understand that. So…how was that movie you two went to see?”
“Oh, that. Yeah, it was good, I guess. Not his best work, but it’ll get an Oscar nomination or two. Listen, you look good enough to eat. Can we skip dinner and…?”
Laurie leaned over to him, running one fingertip underneath the robe,
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