Private Pleasures by Bertrice Small

nodded slowly. "Much better," she told him, curling up against him. "But I still want Rolf to join us."
He laughed. "I give up," he said.
"Then call him," she ordered. "And then let's go take a shower. Good thing we didn't do this in the bed."
"We'd just call housekeeping to send up the maid to change the sheets," he told her.
"Is the maid pretty?" Nora asked him.
"She can be. Why?"
"We might try a foursome sometime, or perhaps a different kind of threesome," Nora said suggestively. "Would you like that kind of threesome, Kyle, my lover?"
He nodded.
"Then we'll have to do it sometime," Nora replied daringly. "I've never thought about it before, but it might be fun to watch you get turned on by me and another woman playing together." She slid off of the double chaise, standing. Her pointed red tongue touched her upper lip. "Could two women turn you on even more?"
He nodded again.
"Call for Rolfie, then, lover, and if you're a good boy, maybe next time our threesome will be you, me, and the maid. I'll be in the shower. Come and join me when you've done your duty." With a smile she disappeared back into the apartment.
He followed behind her, picking up the cordless phone on the table in the living room on the way, and pressing a button on it. "Send up Rolf," he said. "Madame would like a massage." Then he entered the luxurious bath, where Nora was already in the shower.
"Wash me," she ordered him, handing him a soap-filled sponge, standing straight and facing him. "I like it when you take care of me."
He took the sponge from her. "Lift your hair up," he said. "And you have to learn how to take care of yourself, Nora."
"I know," she agreed, holding her wet hair off of her shoulders as he began to wash her. "But in a sense I've been taking care of myself, and everyone else, ever since I got married. It's nice having you around. Even if you are just a fantasy."
"Maybe the world which you think you inhabit is the fantasy," he told her, swirling the sponge down and around her chest. He lifted each breast separately and washed it. "Maybe this is the reality."
"No such luck," Nora sighed. "What is it my friend Carla says? Life is a bitch, and then you die. No, Kyle, this is definitely the fantasy, I'm sorry to admit. And when I wake up again, I'll be the plump, middle-aged woman in her chair whose husband is about to dump her for a younger woman. And since, it seems, he's got control of everything, I will have to fight him for my very survival. Hell, I might not be able to afford Suburban Cable, which means I won't have you."
"You wouldn't let that happen, Nora, would you?" The sponge moved over her belly, and down to her pubic area.
"No," she said. "I wouldn't. The Channel is the only thing keeping me from being scared to death right now. And you, darling Kyle, are keeping me sane."
"How about me?" The shower door opened, and Rolf stepped in. "Don't I figure anywhere in this equation?" His blue eyes were twinkling at her.
"Indeed you do, Rolfie," she said, pushing Kyle away and pressing up against the young blond man suggestively.
He gave one of her breasts a squeeze, and with his other hand pulled her head toward his for a kiss. His mouth was fleshy and seductive. His tongue pushed between her lips to play with her tongue as he kissed her with ill-disguised hunger. He rubbed himself teasingly against her pubic mound. "Where do I figure?" he asked her softly.
The hot water poured down on the trio, steaming the glass of the commodious shower.
"Wherever you want," Nora answered him teasingly. His penis was already hard against her. It was so exciting to elicit such a reaction from such attractive men, she thought. Kyle was silently washing her back with a vengeance, but his long hard cock was rubbing between her ass crease. She smiled, turning her head to him. "Almost done, lover?" she asked sweetly.
He nodded with a grim smile. Ohh, he really was going to fuck the ears off of her, and she was going to enjoy every minute of it. "All