Discreet… It was a word that had defined my entire existence to this point. I never caused a scene, never gave away too much, and never partook of anything…’taboo’. I was innocent. Until now… I mean that’s what society called for right…innocence…or the appearance of such? It was that innocence that had chipped away at my libido since my teen years, sexuality starving to the point of prudish. Somehow I continued, masking the frustration and simply making due with monastery quickies meant to pacify rather than sate. Strange how I never realized how much I had been missing… sacrificing…for society’s standard of innocence.
Innocence is overrated! It was a passing thought as the salty, milky cream from my fingers met a welcoming tongue. Soft moans escaped as I savored the last vestiges of what I could only deem as ecstasy. A feeling unlike any other I have ever experienced. Orgasmic, just didn’t seem to fit as I felt their warm breath on my exposed skin, soaked his juices into my belly, and craved the pressure of their hands once again, on my neck and breasts. Another moan, one small pelvic thrust to show I was missing him inside me, and I allowed myself to drift back… back to what had led to this moment…a decision that would change me –and my libido — forever.
It was supposed to have been girl’s night. Long overdue… the stress had gotten to be too much! With kids, house cleaning, constant repetition, and not seeing the outside world for days on end, a person could go insane! It had been over six months in that rut and I needed escape! The good housewife, I completed my tasks, kept the family schedule, and feigned satisfaction at our mundane monthly scheduled mating sessions. Calendars paraded through my dreams! Girl Scouts on Wednesdays, Boy Scouts on Sundays and Wednesdays, cookie sales, appointments with mom, weekend DJing, blah, blah, blah…and the list continues. So of course I took the bait when Talia said “Sweetie, you need to come relax with us tonight.” I should have known that anything Talia offered came with tons of fun and a catch. It was never EXACTLY as she claimed it was.
I had known Talia a long time. We’d been friends in high school and she had always known just what I needed to put a smile on my face. Her methods were often unorthodox, but unbeknownst to her, I envied that… that freedom. For as many friends as Talia had, she had just as many enemies and I never wanted to be THAT girl. Acceptance was key. Blend in and try not to cause a ruckus had been my motto. Still, she was my best friend and she had always been what the doctor ordered.
So wifey was at home with the kids –everything left prepared, of course –and I was on my way to the motel we had booked earlier in the afternoon. Talia, her friend Vanessa, and I had planned massages, facials, and a night of extremely girly movies! I could feel the smile light over my face at the thought of freely “oozing pink”! It was a term my wifey had coined and though I pretended to thoroughly detest it, secretly it made me grin every time. She had encouraged me to go, saying that I needed the time to unwind mentally and physically. I had argued, like I always do, but I could never win. Never mind the fact that the arguing was a façade. I needed to get away!
The door to the motel was unlocked and I was greeted by the Pussycat Dolls singing “Don’t Cha”, two women dancing (though it looked unsurprisingly like I’d walked in on two strippers), and food and alcohol everywhere. I remember smiling and thinking “I’m really going to get to relax!” I closed the door and as Talia so aptly put it: “Loves, this adventure has officially begun!” Oh, how true that was!
Feeling the stress of family life begin to ebb slowly away, I dropped my cares at the door with my coat and joined in the fun! It felt so good to laugh and dance. “Loosen up my buttons…” We sang along, moving bodies in our sexiest attempt to be our own versions of the hot girl group. My eyes roamed their bodies in open admiration. Talia had always been hot to me. In fact, my fingers in her hair was kind of our thing. Though we had never crossed the line of friendship. Vanessa and I hadn’t hung out too much in high school or since. No particular reason, just different circles I guess. My brain processed everything as eyes roamed upward from Talia’s bouncing hair, to Vanessa’s bobbing boobs, to the overhead mirror that seemed almost like a mural of the uninhibited. We chimed in on the lyrics to “I Don’t Need a Man” as the tapping came at the door. “Massages ladies!”
Talia bounded for the door as we burst into giggles at being “caught” in the act. All of which ceased as this Adonis entered the room carrying a table and various other supplies. I didn’t know which to drool over more, the man himself or the aromas that wafted from the bag he’d carried in. Now, I’m not one for the male gender. I’d been a happy lesbian going on 33 years now, but even I had to admit that this guy was a hottie! OMG, this is going to be interesting!
Vanessa had muffled the music and Talia was instructing the masseuse on where to put his “goods”. I remember just standing there with awkwardness beginning to build. Apparently, he was an all-in-one specialist! Facials, massages, and courtesy Mani-pedi’s all in one! Talia, always the hostess, offered introductions. Red flooded my face as you introduced me as Cas, “the one in need of the night out”. “Nice to meet you!” Eyes never leaving the outline of chiseled muscles beneath a black body builder shirt, my hand rose in an obligatory shake. Vanessa giggled and the music filled the room again.
I don’t know how we’d decided who was going first, but we each followed this stud muffin to his table, one after the other. Talia was first. I don’t remember her changing into a bathing suit, but there she was. Flirting insanely and still moving to the music. There was something about the way he touched her that was causing my core to ignite. I could feel the room’s temperature raise like 50 degrees and I struggled to focus on other things. Vanessa and I tangoed in small talk, with jokes here and there. We popped the cork on some champagne and even the masseuse indulged.
When it was Vanessa’s turn, the heat seemed to increase. If that was even possible! Talia wanted to put on a show, so we danced like lovers. Sultry and close, bound to make any libido speed up! More drinks, more laughter, and more heat. I don’t know how much time had lapsed, but shortly after donning my bikini, Vanessa joined our little show. Adding fingers, roaming over first my body and then Talia’s. My God, it was so hot! Suddenly feeling like a thousand eyes were on me, I looked over at our Adonis. Clearly aroused, he‘d leaned against the wall, making no attempt to hide is satisfaction.
Flushed, I broke our little trance, squeaking “my turn”. The table was still warm from Vanessa. The oils that sat not far from my head smelled spectacular! The stud muffin began his trail of pleasure at my shoulders. I closed my eyes and let my tension be stripped away with every movement of his fingers. I relaxed. I let the music carry me away…I let the knowledge of my friends close by take my inhibitions, and my senses were all that remained.
“Turn” It was the only word I had heard him utter since the massages began. I did as I was told and let my mind drift again. I felt seduced. I felt cared for. I felt horny. I felt… lips on my mouth…Wha… Startled eyes opened to the familiar blue of my long time friend and all words were demolished as her tongue invaded my mouth. My mind was sluggish. My routine-self warred with me to stop whatever this was, but the sheltered me…the me that was tired of being in a rut…didn’t want to. Mouth still occupied with her warm lips, I felt as her hands found their way beneath the towel that covered me.
“Relax and let me love you”
It was little more than a whisper as she released my now swollen lips. My back arced as her nails roved over first one budded nipple and then the other. Brown pupils darted to the stud muffin who wore a smile as guilty as a Cheshire cat. Then to Vanessa, who oddly enough, looked as turned on as he was. Talia’s words drew my attention back to her but it was a struggle to focus on what she was saying. It was like I was in sensory overload! I realized she was repeating her earlier words back to me, gently coaxing me to relax. Vanessa inched closer, moving as if compelled by some unseen tempter. Brain foggy and still attempting to fight this wantonness, I couldn’t form the word stop. My body felt too alive, too good, too bad…it didn’t want to stop! Then I felt the pressure…
Oiled skin felt oddly on fire as my hips moved unbidden against hands that lay on my belly and shoulders. Vanessa had found her way to just beside my head. Her hands roamed my shoulders and neck. Soft lips found my forehead and trailed butterfly kisses to my mouth. Like a familiar lover, she kissed me deeply, tongue delving deep and wanting. She whispered in my ear as she pulled away: “I’ve always wanted to do that”. My stunned eyes searched hers, pleading with hers to continue that sweet torment, but she found other ways to taunt and tease. Her hands held my shoulders as she nibbled my neck. Her hair smelled of peaches as it caressed my face. Something dawned on me then, her hands are not moving…
With that, I realized that Talia’s hands weren’t moving either and that another set of hands had joined theirs in a light but steady pressure on my body. I looked over to Talia, whose hands lay on my belly slightly below my navel ring. Her teeth trailing the underside of my breasts and I couldn’t help but moan. Her lips so close to my core was unbearable! With every other nibble, she lifted nails onto my skin, causing my body to arc wildly. I felt heat pool… My eyes continued their travel to rest on the stud muffin who now stood at my feet. He had poured warm oil onto my thighs, just below my womanhood. Slowly, but forcefully, he pulled my legs apart and continued his massage. Strong hands kneaded the muscles of my inner thigh as thumbs grazed the fire at my center. Closer and closer…I felt like I was on the edge…lips…teeth… nails… and fingers…all holding me…torturing me…pleasing me…
Then I heard the door…
Fear flashed as I saw my wife enter the room! My brain and mouth struggled to protest but I couldn’t order them to work. My body shifted and the weight increased. Were they nuts! Then I saw the smile… and the camera… A moan escaped my lips and it was the only thing I could muster. Baby put one finger to her lips and uttered one word…”Shh”. I obeyed. It wasn’t like I had any control over my body at the moment anyway. My mind raced while my body betrayed me. Talia, Vanessa, and the stud muffin continued as if no one had noticed that my wife had entered the room. My eyes darted back to her face in search of any sign as to what she might be thinking or feeling…
I watched as she leaned over to Talia. She whispered in her ear and Talia giggled. Jealousy shot through me then…there was familiarity there. As if to prove the thoughts running through my brain, Talia leaned over and kissed her cheek as she left my side and headed into the closet. She was gone for what seemed like only a second. Heat within continued to build as Vanessa and the stud muffin continued their roaming over my body. Suddenly, everything went dark. I didn’t see the blindfold until it descended onto my eyes. I could hear the soft moans coming from Talia as my tongue caught her nipple while she tied it tight. I felt guilty, but turn about was fair play right?
“Let the movie begin!” Wifey’s voice held a smile and though firm, held a hint of playfulness. “You have your instructions”
OMG…wifey and I had talked about this! Realization dawned as I realized she was acting out one of my fantasies and actually being here to watch! My body didn’t have time to react. Vanessa’s mouth found mine again with increased ardor. Talia squeezed my nipples and my body shook. The stud muffin had moved his massage to my core and down to my butt. Thumbs still found their way into crevices here and there. All sensible thought had left my brain. The only thing left was sensation and they felt good. My body moaned and arched freely. I surrendered to their onslaught and I liked it! I could sense more than hear wifey, and it turned me on more. My pleasure was increased at not being able to see what they did to me…not responsible for my own reactions because they were doing it to me…sweet…sweet pleasure…
The air shifted. Anticipation crackled through the air and Talia nibbled my ear as she said again…”Let us love you”
All movement ceased for what seemed like an eternity, while my body writhed. I wanted the movement, the sensations, I wanted them to cool this fire they had kindled inside of me! Then I smelled peaches as a tasty, wet, hot peach straddled my face. Without hesitation, my tongue darted inward hungrily! I heard Vanessa moan. I knew it was Vanessa because Talia smelled of vanilla. It was our favorite scent. Vanessa tasted good. Her moans grew louder as my lips suckled her clit. I could feel her hands tangle in my hair, as if she were trying to bury my face there. I gladly obeyed the unspoken command.
My legs parted and I could feel slender fingers pierce my core and my hips screamed for more. “Damn, sweetie, if I had known you could get this wet I would have tasted you back in high school” I could imagine the devilish smile Talia wore just as her tongue replaced her fingers inside my pussy and it drove me insane. My body bucked and jerked as my tongue continued to devour Vanessa. Her juices poured onto my chin and I’m sure mine poured onto Talia. I could feel her lips circle my clit. Playful and teasing…devilish…it was the only way I could describe it. Devilish and heavenly…
The air shifted again as Vanessa orgasmed violently. Pure elation filled me to know it was my tongue that had caused it. I could feel my smile as she dismounted, only to be replace by Talia. Mmmm…vanilla. I nearly came at the expectation alone. I’ve always wanted to taste her…she was hot and sensual and everything I’d wanted to be…I wanted to see what it felt like to have her moan for me. Talia was a tease at heart though. She didn’t give me my desire immediately. Bracing herself on the table, she allowed me licks of clit. Like the cat playing with the mouse, she taunted. It wasn’t until I felt the stud muffin enter me that she gave me her pussy. It was unlike anything I ever felt!
I mean, I have had dildos inside me before…even strap-ons… but he moved different. Slow at first, but then steady and strong. My body convulsed and my mouth continued to sample Talia’s pussy with fervor. Talia had always been loud and now was no different. My moans reverberating into her womanhood seemed to further excite her and increase her moaning. I could hear panting from between my thighs, but his strokes continued their steady pace. I heard wifey mumble “Good girl” and a feeling of accomplishment shot through me. I could feel a climax building!
Then I felt Vanessa over me. I could only imagine the vicarious position she held herself in. Talia continued to grind against my face, changing pace as if she was trying to prolong the sensation. I could feel Vanessa’s arms at my sides, her hair skimming my belly. Her knees straddled my hips and I could only assume she was feeding the stud because his panting muffled and her moans increased. It did not stop his pace though. It was more than I could take.
I was a delighted prisoner to this torment! My climax was building… peaches and vanilla…forced to lick Talia until she was satisfied, Vanessa feeding the stud that pounded into my core, and wifey watching. Mumbled praises flowing from her and all I wanted to do was to please them all. So I continued to devour while my body continued to move of it’s own accord. The moaning in the room grew. I could feel the tension in the air and then….buzz
It was my toy….I knew it as wifey placed it on my clit in that spot that only we knew. It was overload….every machination increased as my body went into hyper drive. My face lifted from the table in efforts to get my tongue deeper inside Talia. Her hands fisted my hair as she moaned. Vanessa’s nails were piercing my sides as her tension built. That slow and steady pace was becoming harder to maintain as I felt his manhood grow harder inside me. The buzz… the writhing…the moans…. and we all exploded!
Screams and moans in unison as I felt the Adonis leave my inner heat to explode on my belly. It was an odd sensation…warm liquid like hot oil. The girls dismounted. My blindfold was removed and smiles greeted me as Talia licked her juices from my lips. Timid eyes found wifey and I saw her recording with one hand, toy no longer humming in the other, and a smile on her face. She switched off the camera and put both down as she moved closer. Reaching into her pocket she handed the masseuse some money. “Thank you Tony.” I was shocked. She had planned it!
Clad in only pants, I glimpsed the stud muffin heading out the door, but my mouth still could not formulate words. What would I say? She has planned it! The blush formed on my face and it was hot! I looked away. Talia must have seen because she said “OK you, your fun is over. We will have your wifey back tomorrow.” She was escorting Tanya to the door gently and playfully. Tanya allowed her, but not without her own playful tug of Talia’s hair. As the door closed, Talia’s devious smile said “Now, about that relaxation!”
Like I said, with Talia, there was always….a catch!