Hot Stories for Cold Nights by Joan Elizabeth Lloyd Page B

three-month anniversary, love,” Randy said. “Choose Option 13.”
    She gazed at the menu.
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    13. The ultimate orgy
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    She thought a lot about Option 13 and it tickled her fancy as it wouldn’t have three months before. Now she thought she was ready for anything. Anything? There might be women who desired her. Men who wanted to spank her. Water sports. Was she ready?
    Emily knew she could always say no to an activity, and she trusted the characters in the drama to obey her wishes. Trusted? Cartoon characters? All she had to do was turn off her computer and they’d be gone. But it was so difficult for her to think of them in those terms. In the past weeks she’d invited many of them into threesome scenarios, and on the rare occasion that things had gone too far, they’d always stopped when she said so.
    Of course they did, she told herself. They’re characters in a computer game. They aren’t real! But they felt real, she argued with herself. They peopled her evenings. They talked to her, made her sense things, feel things. They knew her and what she liked. How? She’d long given up trying to solve that mystery.
    Option 13. She clicked on it.
    â€œWonderful,” Randy said. After she stripped, he reached out and she saw him take her hand. Together they walked through a doorway into the Hot Tub Room. She’d noticed it on one of her early visits but had paid no attention. Now they were inside.
    The party was in full swing. The room was dominated by a multiperson hot tub, bubbling, vapor drifting toward the ceiling. Several animated couples were making out. Fondling. Sucking. Breasts bobbing. Erections sticking up from the heated water. One woman had her arms extended on the edge, and Emily noticed that her wrists were tied there. A man on either side of her was sucking on her large breasts while a third man stood, his penis in her mouth.
    Toy Boy sat on the ledge that half surrounded the tub, grinning, a dildo or vibrator in each hand, the heads of the women on each side of him thrown back, moans issuing from their open mouths.
    â€œJoin me?” Randy asked as he climbed the ladder and stepped into the hot water.
    â€œSure,” she said and sensed the heated water on her body.
    As she settled, one woman winked at her and said, “I’m Georgia, and I have to tell you that I’m amazed. You sure have grown in the past three months.”
    Boy, had she, but how in the world did Georgia know that? She was, though, part of the game. She had to stop thinking of them as real people. “Thanks to Randy.”
    â€œNo, love,” Randy said, “thanks to yourself. Take all the credit. You deserve it.”
    She didn’t want to challenge him so she nodded. Georgia made her way over, sat beside her, reached beneath the water, and tweaked one nipple. A woman’s hands on her body? What the hell. It didn’t feel any different than a man’s.
    Randy sat on her other side and played with her other breast. Then the two lifted her so she was sitting on the ledge, feet still in the bubbling water. One mouth on each tit. She was in heaven. “Close your eyes,” Randy said, “and see whether you can guess whose mouth is giving you pleasure.”
    Close her eyes? She’d never been sure what would happen if she stopped looking at the screen, but she did as he asked and the mouths were still there. Then someone moved between her spread legs and a tongue flicked over her clit. Her juices mixed with the water from the tub and her excitement grew.
    She was tempted to look but didn’t want the mouth to stop sucking on her clit . . . Randy said, “Keep them closed.”
    Higher and higher she climbed, one pair of lips on her breast, one on her clit. When a finger penetrated her soaked cunt and another slid into her ass, she came, barely able to keep her seat beside the tub. She braced her palms on the ledge, curling her fingers over the