Six foot-tall, two-armed playing cards stand around me.  Some, like me, are royal blue.  Others, who serve Santiago Diamondking II, king of Cardspain, are carnation red.  Their picture-framed clothes are deep purple.

Santiago Diamondking II’s three-dimensional member caresses, spurts over the Heartjack’s open purple lips. 

The red Heartjack, whose name I don’t know, looks around.  Always thinking about better positions, those knavish palace jockeys!

Polly Diamondqueen, my Queen – in name only, she’s cuckolding consort to my sovereign – is lying in the middle of the central cushions, reveling in her lovers’ tantric antics. 

Trent Treyhearts, loyal to the Queen and stupid as a puppy, buries his face and tongue in her sex, making snarfling noises while one of Polly’ s chambermaids fucks his slightly rounded buttocks with a royal blue strap-on. 

Polly comes, clutching his head edges.  She pushes him away, forcing Darla Diamondeuce to surcease her almost-rapturous thrusts in Trent’s rectum.

Darla is a luscious, loving lay.  I, Stephen Jokerman, arranger of Polly’s get-togethers, share Darla’s bed when these soirees are done. 

It breaks my heart to set these get-togethers up for “polyamorous Polly” (as Darla calls her).  But if I tell my monogamy-minded monarch, Frederick Heartking IV, about it, he won’t believe me.  He won’t hear any criticism about his manipulative, scheming wife. 

Polly’s moans get louder.  Trent fucks her hard, the King of Cardspain watching, while he fondles his wine glass, his cock half-limp.

Polly screams, panting hard, and comes again.

Darla, giving me a sideways look, exits the chamber as a Jackspade Guard opens one of the wooden doors for her. 

Soon, I nod.  She nods back, half-smiling.

Someone taps quietly on the door.  One of the Jackspade Guards, blue and burly, opens it.

Two tall, skinny cards, members of the oft-feared Tarot, enter the Queen’s Orgy Room.

One of the Tarots, Charles Deathtarot, ink-framed with a sickle-bearing Grim Reaper, is friend and kin to my King. 

Charles snaps his fingers.  The seven red and blue Jackspade Guards drop to the ground, dead.

Charles smiles.  “Thank you, Stephen, for inviting us.  We’ll fix any problems with Frederick.  Now, go enjoy your honeymoon with Darla!”

As I leave, Charles’ companion, an unfamiliar Tower tarot, hums a Blue Öyster Cult song that sounds hit-familiar.

The Tower’s frame-picture frontside – a tower struck by lightning, above a falling man – addresses Polly, who, blanching, starts to get up.

“I’m James Lightningtower,” he tells her. “This, as you know, is Charles, cousin to your husband, your king–“

The wooden door slams shut.

She is so fucked.

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This story was originally published, under the title Dreamrealms: blasphēmos gamisia, on the Erotica Reader & Writers Association website in October 2009.  It was republished in Steve’s anthology Charge of the scarlet b-sides: microsex stories & poems (available at Lulu.com).

Steve Isaak, also published under the name Nikki Isaak, lives in California.  He is the author of the anthologies  “Charge of the scarlet b-sides: microsex stories & poems” and “Behind the wheel: selected poems”. (available at Lulu.com).   He is also the author/editor of  www.readingbypublight.blogspot.com and the multi-author www.microstoryaweek.blogspot.com.

I started to pull out of her when she grabbed my hips. “Not yet” she said, and grabbed a handful of tissues from the bedside table. She wrapped them round my cock and wiped me as I pulled out, finishing by wiping herself.

“Very romantic.” I said.

“I don’t want to sleep in the damp patch”

She rolled on her side, her back to me, still wearing that little smile, and snuggled up close. I had an arm under her head and cupped a breast as we spooned. She wiggled her rump into my groin, rubbing my limp dick with her buttocks. Sunshine came through the open windows. Sex in the afternoon was rapidly becoming one of the pleasures of retirement.

“And how was it for you?” she asked.

“Need you ask?” I replied, “I needn’t ask how it was for you.”

“Why not?”

“I could ask the neighbours, with the screaming you were doing.” I said, and she laughed, wiggling against me some more. If the truth be told, watching my normally self-composed better half lose all control and thrash and scream under me, my cock buried to the hilt in her is the best part of making love with her. It’s always the final stimulus to push me over the edge.

“It’s nice to be able to let rip. It wasn’t always all right.”

“No, I remember when we first got together. Sneaking down the corridor, tip-toe past your parent’s room to yours.”

“Then, making love without a sound, in the dark.”

“Hard work, that.”

“Damn hard not to scream when I came. I had to bury my face in the pillows.”

I laughed. “Yes, I remember. I was always afraid you’d suffocate.”

“And Mum knew, anyway.”

“She did? How?”

Said I always had a twinkle in my eyes at breakfast the next morning. Course, it was years later she told me.”

“No problems when we got married and had our own place though.”

“Not till the kids came along.”

“Waking them up at just the wrong moment?”

“We have a telephone to interrupt at that moment, anyway. And they got older, and had questions like ‘What are you doing to Mummy, Dad?’ Hard to answer at that particular time.”

“Well, now they’re grown and off by themselves, so no problems, anymore.”

She turned round and kissed me gently

“Don’t get too used to it. We are looking after the little one this weekend.”

“Oh? They off for a dirty weekend of rampant sex? Dump the offspring with the grandparents?”

“Like father, like son, I’d say. We did the same, remember?”

“Of course.”

“Barcelona.” She whispered.

“Rome.” I countered.

“Athens”. She trumped.

“Oh God, yes, Athens.”

It had been a scorching hot summer, even by Greece’s standards. Upper 40s, at least, and not much cooler come evening. The air conditioning in the hotel had broken, and we would lie naked on our bed, with the balcony door open, letting any breeze there was play over our bodies.

We would make love by the moonlight. The heat of the night and the sauna like quality of our room just fuelled the raw sex. We clutched each other leaving scratches from nails on hips and backs, pulling hair in our frantic need to be at each other. I would push into her as she wrapped her legs around me, lifting her hips and pushing against me in an effort to draw me deeper inside.

We clutched flesh to be defeated by skin made slick with sweat, our hands slipping off each other. At the peak I would climb over her, her favourite position, my weight on my hands, her rump would be raised up high offering her sex to me as I plunged vertically in and out. And she would scream her orgasm, thrashing her head side to side, with her hands screwing up the sheets on either side of us. As she came, I would too, pumping my cum into her with a yell from my own throat joining hers in a duo of wordless noise.

“We almost got asked to leave that hotel.” I remembered.

“Not my fault. They should have built the place with thicker walls.”

“Only one neighbour complained, though.”

“The other side would have, if they hadn’t been out on their balcony, watching us.”

“Yes, I remember.”

“Most embarrassing moment of my life when I spotted them.” She giggled.

“Never stopped the repeat performances, did it?”

“No. I guess I kinda got used to an audience. After all, after the first one, there wasn’t anything they hadn’t seen, was there?”  She pinched my belly, playfully? “There’s a bit more of you these days than there was back in Athens.” I responded by squeezing her rump.

“Speak for yourself.” I said.

She slid her hand downwards. My cock had started to grow as the memories of Athens flowed through me. Her fingers circled the shaft and gripped. “And there seems to be a bit more of you here than there was just five minutes ago.” She breathed into my ear, which made my cock grow even larger. “Are you up for another go?”

“I think you’ve persuaded me” I said, dipping a finger into her pussy, and softly stroking her clit with my thumb. She took a sharp intake of breath as I did so, and gripped me tighter.

Wordlessly, she pushed me and we rolled over, with her on top. Her eyes were closed, and a smile played on her lips. She guided my cock, and moved the head up and down over her pussy lips, still slick with our earlier loving. Then she lowered herself onto me, enveloping me as she sank down. As my cock sank into her a deep sigh escaped from her. She rested when I was fully inside, just for a moment, and then we began the rhythm that had given us both so much pleasure over the years.

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His gaze followed her to the clear glass basin where she washed her hands, glancing over her shoulder to shoot him a smile.  “I’ve been looking forward to this all day.”

“Looking forward to what?” he asked, rising to his feet.  The innocence of his tone bordered on snide.

“You know what,” she replied, unzipping her purse.  “All evening, I couldn’t wait to lock the front door, send home the staff and wait for the owner to corner me.”

“Brezida,” Jack whispered into her hair, hovering close behind her as she bent toward the mirror to freshen her lipstick.  Even on a store mannequin, that low-cut wrap-around dress would have given him a hard-on.  Oh, who was he kidding?  He’d be drooling if he caught a glimpse of it on a wire hanger.  But the classy striped dress, just barely clinging to Brezida’s flesh, beckoned him all through her shift.

“Brazilian Brezida,” he growled, digging her tits out of her black lace bra.  They were perfect.  Firm but yielding, they seemed to melt into his hands.  He pressed them together, watching in the mirror as her cleavage augmented threefold.

“I’m from El Salvador, you ignorant low-life,” Brezida teased, rubbing her ass against him.

He took in a sharp breath and the familiar scent of her perfume filled his lungs.  As she massaged his hard cock with her fleshy posterior, Jack ran both hands down the front of her dress.  “I wasn’t talking countries of origin.”

Brezida smirked, spreading her legs.  When he rubbed her pussy through the smooth fabric of that erection-enhancing dress, she writhed against his hand.  “You want a Brazilian?” she murmured, grasping his fingers as she lifted her skirt.  “Here it is.”

When he plunged his eager fingers beneath her sheer g-string, she guided them down her baby-smooth mound and between her soft lips.  Her slit was bursting with juice when he slid his fingers inside.  God, he couldn’t wait to fuck her, and she’d be begging for it in a minute, but Jack liked to take his time, to tease his managing partner.  He rubbed her clit, stepping backward and pulling up the hem of her dress so they could watch in the mirror.  Brezida let her g-string fall to the floor.  Her big tits heaved as she writhed against Jack’s hand.

Her stiletto heel stabbed his toe when she pushed against him, forcing him down on the sofa.

“You just can’t wait for it, can you?” he said with a devilish smirk.

“I can’t wait to fuck you.”  Her breath was hot on his lips.  “I can’t wait to feel your huge cock in my cunt.  I can’t wait to throw my tits in your face and feel your tongue all over them.”

Jack could take a hint.  As she fished a condom from the depths of her purse, he pressed his face into her breasts until he could barely breathe.  “God, I love your tits!”

“I love your cock,” she cooed, rubbing its drooling tip through his black slacks.  She undid his belt and the fly of his pants, his firm erection from his jockey shorts and stroking it between her palms. “Just taking this huge thing in my hands gets me so wet.”

“Does it?  Does my cock turn you on?”

“Oh yeah,” she growled, slipping a condom down the length of his firm shaft.  With the snap of latex, his cock pulsed against her palm.

“How about this?” he asked, sucking her aroused nipple into his mouth.

Brezida moaned, throwing her head back so her long black hair landed against his balls.  “I love that!”

“What else?” Jack asked, switching tits.  “Tell me what else turns you on.”

Smacking her clit with his sheathed hard-on, she turned toward the frosted glass of the women’s bathroom door.  Some figment of her imagination must have given her a fright, because she paused, distracted, staring at the brushed nickel door handle like it was about to turn.  She shook her head, sending black hair flailing.  “I think we have rats.”

“What restaurant doesn’t?” he replied with a shrug.  “Come on, now, sit on my cock.”

She hovered over him like she might change her mind, like she might decide she didn’t want to fuck him today after all. A keen smirk bled across her lips as she grasped the base of his shaft.  Falling on his firm cock, she let it pierce her core.  She cried out like its mass was killing her, and her thrill sent a shiver right through him.  Pulling her close, he sucked hard on her tits.

“You want to know what turns me on?” she cried, running her hands through his hair.  She spoke loudly, almost shouting.  “You want to know what really turns me on, Jack Bannerman?  That you’re here with me while you’re wife’s at home in bed.  I love that you lie to her.  I love that you fuck me every night after the restaurant closes and she’s totally clueless about it.”

“Yeah?” Jack asked with a breathy laugh.  “Really?  That gets you hot?”

“Oh yes, Jack Bannerman.  Or should I say Mayor Bannerman?”

“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves,” Jack gushed, warmed by her confidence.  “The election’s two weeks away.”

“Oh, you’ll win it, Jack,” Brezida cried, hurling herself at his cock.  Her pussy devoured it all the way to the root, until he was swimming in her juices.  She was so wet her nectar streamed through his pubic hair, soaking his balls.  “Doesn’t it turn you on, Jack Bannerman?  Doesn’t it get you hot, knowing this whole town thinks you’re Mr Morality?  And here you are every night, getting fucked by a slut from the restaurant.”

Did it turn him on?  Jack growled like a grizzly.  He pressed her tits together and drove his face between them, licking them, sucking them, kissing them in a frenzy.  “Brezida!” he howled, bucking up at her so she bounced in his lap.  “Yeah, give it to me, you little slut.  Your tits are mine!”

“Shit, yeah, Mr Mayor.  My tits are yours!” she cried, licking his ear.

“You think you can give it up around town, but your tight cunt is mine.  You’re all mine.”

“I’m all yours, Mayor Bannerman!”

Releasing her breasts, he grasped her hips, holding her body still as he drove his hard cock up inside her.  She threw her head back and opened her sweet red lips.  Her tits heaved and fell, bouncing with every thrust he issued.  As her long hair fell against his throbbing balls, Jack pressed his face against her chest, crying out.

She pulled away from him, leaning back until her hands were behind her, resting on his knees, and he couldn’t reach her nipples.  “Say my name.”

“Brezida!” he cried, and she leaned forward so he could press his face into her luscious tits as he came.  Gasping, he looked up into her eyes.  “Wow!  That was fucking incredible.”

“Shit, yeah it was, Mayor Bannerman,” she agreed, lovingly petting his cheek as she assessed him with large hazel eyes.

Crawling from his lap, she collapsed on the sofa as Jack stood up to lose the condom and wash the tell-tale pussy juice from his pants.  She tucked her tits back into her bra and arranged her dress as he headed for the bathroom door.

“You’re leaving?” she hollered as he reached for the handle.

Turning on his heels, he asked, “Do I have your permission?”

She stared at the frosted glass door, wide-eyed.

“Afraid of the rats?” Jack laughed.

Snapping back into reality, Brezida teased, “If I had an aversion to rats, I wouldn’t be fucking you every night.”

Grinning, Jack opened the door and sauntered between the tables stacked with chairs.  “Hasta mañana, Brezida.”

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The news excited him. He completed his homework and waited.

Grandma came in with a girl. “Elsie, this is the young man I told you about.”

She looked at him and instantly liked him.

“Tomboy, show her around and talk away for some time.”

Grandma half closed the door and went downstairs.

Tom surveyed her. She looked charming in her vest, chatta and mundu, traditional Christian dress for women. Her blossomed youth seemed bursting.

Their fiery eyes met and flashed.

Feminine odor hit his senses.

Manly musk kindled her supple body. She smiled bewitchingly.

They moved to the balcony.

Standing together they looked around.

“People, cycles and bullock-carts looked small, smaller, and smallest as they disappear from the sight. Jesus! It’s magical.” She exclaimed.

“Let us go to second floor? You’ll be wonder-struck.”

They walked to a detachable ladder in the corner of the room.

“Are you afraid?

“No.”

He climbed up, reached the ceiling, and pushed the wooden plank. It moved up. A man hole appeared.

He got onto the floor.

“Elsie, come up.”

She climbed. He helped her onto the floor.

“Wow! What a secret chamber!”

He steered her to the northern window.

“Peep through.”

“How? It’s a foot above us.”

“Come nearer.”

She came closer almost jamming his back to the wall. He placed her hands on his shoulders. His hands held her buttocks tightly. In a trice he lifted her.

“Hai, I can see Thope Stadium, Lourdes Church and its bell tower. Oh, I see the Vadakkunathan temple far away in the city center. People on the road look like moving ants. Amazing!”

She suddenly giggled girlishly.

“What is that?”

“I’ll not tell you.”

“Then I’ll drop you flat.”

“Don’t. I saw a woman of my age taking bath in the open enclave on her backyard fully naked. Her boobs are large, belly big and round, maybe seven months pregnant. Do you like to see?”

“No. See around.”

“Marvelous!”

While she slid down her belly and breast rubbed his face. He led her to the Southern side. While he lifted her, her mundu slackened and fell onto the ground. She was half-naked.

“I see the front-yard of our Nestorian church and the bell tower of your church. How beautiful is the surrounding!”

When she came down, her pubic mound and heaving bosom kissed his nose and lips.

“I saw your black mound” She flushed.

“I’m sweating.”

Picking up her mundu she wiped his face and neck with it. While wearing it she grinned sheepishly.

When they came down she said, “You’ve a palatial house. You’re a rich boy. We’re poor.”

“Elsie, you’re rich in beauty and figure. You’re like film star Miss Kumari. You’re more beautiful than my Annie”

She blushed and queried.

“Who’s Annie?”

“Neighbor’s daughter.”

“Is she your sweetie?”

“Yes and no.”

“Is she married?’

“No.”

“Do you do anything with her?”

“We don’t do anything sinful.”

“Which class are you in?”

“I’m not in class but in college. Haven’t you gone to school?”

“I passed seventh. I couldn’t continue as our father got bedridden. I labor manually. It’s hard.”

He piloted her to his study.

He stood behind his revolving chair, she just behind him.

“See my workshop, dressing table, and bed. I study and sleep alone.”

“I wish I could be with you.”

“No problem. Stay here and help us. Shall I talk to Mama?”

“Not now.”

“At any time.”

His considerate words broke her moral ice within and warmed up her G-spot. She began to melt. She placed her hands below his sturdy shoulders and locked them below his belly. Pressing him against her packed bosom she tickled his navel.

“No Elsie, please…”

Her hands unbuttoned his shorts. It fell on the floor. Snaking over his bushy mound her fingers held his penis and fondled it. She rolled up and down its foreskin gently. It soon got enlarged and erect.

“Like it?”

“Um…”

“You showed places around you. I’ll show places around me. Shall I?”

“Sure”

She undid her mundu. It dropped on the floor. She made him a U-turn. Her eyes gleamed with love and lust, his face with adult curiosity.

“Push up my chatta.”

While he rolled up she pulled herself down.

In a minute it went over her head. He saw her effulgent breast squeezed in a cloth.

“Hay, what’s that?”

“Mulakacha (forerunner of bra). Your Mama has. Have you not seen yet?”

“Yes, not really, your mother hasn’t.”

“Elder women don’t wear it at home, only when they go out.”

She untied her mulakacha. It fell by her side. Her naked breasts sprang up.

“Wow! Elsie, your boobs look like creamy mangoes. Can I feel them?”

“Sure”

He held one in each hand and felt their fruityness. While he fondled them her nipples became erect and stiff. His eyes sparkled. He instinctively put his hands around her waist and pressed.

Bending her head she covered him with her long and bushy hair. She prayed, ‘Let not God see them’ She kissed on his lips. Her tongue darted around and about his stiffened lips, encircling them, nibbling on the tender rims for a while. She swallowed his tongue and sucked slowly, steadily and strongly. His body parts vibrated like the strings of a violin at the touch of the violinist. He moaned.

“Don’t suffocate me.”

“Isn’t it exciting?”

“Thrilling!”

“Melt me.”

He kissed her passionately. His tongue played around tasting her.

He felt pressure building up on his dick.

They stood glued to each other in a French kiss …

Elsie dragged him towards the bed. They lay on their back.

“Tom, mother revealed me everything about you and your wish.”

“Really?”

“Yes. So here I am. Lie on me.”

Pulling softly she placed him on her, his gun between her thighs.

“Hold my breasts, squeeze them, bite, and suck them like candy.”

He sucked them one after another for some time.

“Liked?”

“Yes. I got few drops of sweet water from your tits. Why no milk”

“My dear, cow gives milk only if it has a baby. I’ve no baby, so no milk.”

“I want to insert my thing in your urinal hole.”

She laughed boisterously.

“You’re over eighteen; still don’t know a little bit of Annie’s anatomy? You’re not putting into urinal hole but to universal hole.”

“Where to?”

“Into woman’s man-hole called yoni. All women have two holes. From one the urine comes out, and into the other man’s thing goes in.”

“Can I see them?”

“Sure. Make a U-turn. Place your legs astride my head, your head in between my thighs. Explore. You saw my mound. You’ll see a valley with soft black hairs stretching to my anus, in the middle is Ali Baba’s cave. Inside is my paradise. I’ll not reveal what it has…”

He u-turned. Bypassing her mound he moved on to the valley fuming exotic fragrance. Snaking over he reached the cave and opened its doors. He found large red hibiscus gleaming. His fingers unfolded its petals wide. A wine-red bud as big as a peanut, sprang. His tongue pressed it. It bulged. While tongue-tip lashed at it she jerked violently and her hip bent like bow.

“It’s my hot-button, baby, Lick slowly and suck gently.”

He turned a pussy cat.

“Do now faster and faster …”

He did

“Oh Jesus! You’re eating me. It’s heavenly boy!”

She quivered.

“Stop…”

“Why? Am I hurting you?”

“No. I don’t want climax now.”

“Where is the urinal hole?”

“It’s just below.”

He saw a tiny hole with pink mouth. He bent his head closer and got a whiff of urine.

“It’s small and closed. Will you open up? Can I drink little?”

“You’re a nut!!”

“I want to taste.”

“Okay dear.”

She pressed her bladder hard and her vagina flooded with light yellow liquid mixed with her juice. He drank a mouthful.

“How’s it?”

“Sweeter and less sour.”

“Liked it?”

“Yes. Your man-hole?”

“Little down”

Unearthing a small cavity he unfolded its orifice. He saw the gulf laced with bunch of tender and elastic muscles vibrating. It was balmy and welled up. His mouth over it he tasted her juice.

While his tongue dived deeper into her yoni she played with his dick. Peeling its foreskin she put its knob into her mouth. She sucked him slowly and steadily giving him pleasure-waves.

Silver stars exploded in his head and volcanoes erupted in his waist. He began panting and sweating profusely.

As she sucked his cock faster he jerked violently and ejaculated liberally into her mouth. Divine bliss gripped him. He buried his face in her yoni and lay motionless. She religiously swallowed every drop of him She felt dazed.

When orgasmic waves ebbed out his eyes were opened. Instinctively he licked and sucked her yoni. His tongue ran all over her vulva. His lips bit her clitoris and squeezed.

“Do it fast and faster.” She cried out in delirium. His tongue and lips worked hard. She jerked and twisted sideways. Her hips sprang up and down. She shook violently and moaned. She lay beneath him like a deflated balloon.

After some time she pushed him down. He faced her.

“Elsie, who taught you erotic games?”

“My colleagues and husband.”

“You’re married? What’s he doing?”

“I don’t know.”

“Why?”

She kept monastic silence.

He saw her biting her lips and her eyes welling up.

“Forget about him now. Liked my paradise?”

“It’s fascinating, its smell and taste stimulating. Did you perfume them?”

“I applied Tulasi oil to my hair and body, sprinkled Inchipul balm on my pleasure garden. Want more?”

“Sure”

“Climb on me. Hold firmly and kiss me gently.”

He returned her ‘French Kiss’.

“Don’t kill me. My breasts are aching for you. Suck them dry.”

His tongue ran all over her breasts. He swallowed her nipple and sucked one after another.

Her yoni welled up and her juice began to drip.

“Caress and squeeze my tongue.”

While he kissed her fervently she guided his throbbing dick to her yoni.

“Gently push”

He shoved. It did not go in but slipped away. She de-frocked its head and piloted it onto the yoni-mouth.

“Push it hard.”

“It is paining.”

“That’s because of your foreskin, and my hole isn’t large. Now try.”

With pain and passion he pressed hard. Splitting and rupturing her inner skin he entered.

She sighed twice and moaned several times when pins of pain pinched her inner walls. She bit her lips. Sweet and sour sensation waved and raged over her body.

He felt tight inside gripped by her inner muscles.

“Tom, gently push and pull. We’ll soon reach seventh heaven.”

He drove in and out.

“Do faster and faster.” She pleaded.

While he changed rhythm to top gear she locked her legs over his back, raised her hip up and down corresponding to his forceful thrusts.

“Jesus! Yoo…very nice, boy”

“Elsie, I feel extremely good.”

She jerked violently and collapsed.

He emptied himself into her. Orgasm was so intense that he almost fainted.

Exhausted and tired they lay dead in a tight embrace.

***

“Children….”

Grandma’s shouting woke them up.

“Tom, how was it?”

“Superb in your tight pussy! You?”

“Enjoyed well, after several months.”

She felt his semen oozing from her yoni and streaming over her thighs.

“Give me a cloth.”

He gave her his kerchief.

She wiped his penis, and then her pleasure spots.

They dressed. He powdered and perfumed her.

“You look like a bride.”

“Thank you.”

He offered thirty rupees.

“No. I did not for money. We enjoyed. That’s enough.”

“It’s a small present. Keep it.”

She placed it beneath her mulakacha.

“Happy?”

“More than. Thank you.”

“Children, rush. Your Mama may turn up at any time. Don’t’ spoil the day.”

They hurried down. Grandma was all smiles. They filled out their stomach with snacks.

Elsie left happy and contented.

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Joseph Kaval (K.L.Joseph) a freelancer since 1960 writes essays, criticisms, book-reviews, short stories (incluing erotic ones) and novels both in English and Malayalam his mother-tongue. He has published 200 short stories and five novels in Malayalam, and around seventy short stories and a novel in English. He has been featured in dozens of magazines, journals, newspapers, and other publications in India and abroad. He conducts classes on creative writing for college students. He edits and publishes Katha Kshetre an international literary quarterly in English from Bengaluru since 2000. You may find Joseph here: www.josephkaval.webs.com.

“I’ve been looking for you.”

His voice carried softly, blending with the melody of midnight. She smiled. She knew he’d be searching for her. Their fight had been a gruesome one; they’d both been angry and stubborn. She’d been afraid. In the end, she’d run. Her fear had overpowered her and she’d allowed it to control her actions.

“I’m here,” she responded, not turning to find him.

His breath warmed her ear, “I’m sorry, Love.”

She paused. He was apologizing? Her macho mate was taking blame? “I was afraid.”

His arm slipped around her from behind, “Of what?”

“You. Everything happening between us.” She sighed. Honesty was hard for her. Especially when it came to her emotions.

He nuzzled her neck, his lips tenderly gliding over the tender flesh. “There is no reason to fear.”

Her heart raced. She trembled. Slowly, she turned to face him, her eyes searching his.

“What we are, that alone is enough to bring fear.”

“Onyx,” he dropped his head to her bare shoulder, his lips lingering, “what we are does not change who we are.”

She nodded as her body reacted to his attention, goose bumps slowly making their way over her flesh. She wasn’t ashamed of her nakedness, it was as it always was when she was here. She hated the restraining clothing she had to wear. It wasn’t normal for her kind. She leaned into him, her skin rubbing deliciously against his. “Who are we?”

His hand wandered across her tight stomach, caressing, as his lips trailed up her neck and across her jaw, “We are Onyx and Zane. We are Immortals.” He kissed her lips, sucking her bottom lip gently into his mouth, “We are mates.”

She responded by kissing him back, her teeth grazing his tongue as it sought hers. She danced with him, to the same lover’s music, as their bodies intertwined, falling into the grassy knoll beneath them.

Onyx’s heart pounded. Zane was everything she could want in a mate. He was strong, big, powerful. He towered above her; his body emanated strength; but his eyes were soft and sweet. He was every bit a predator. But with her, he was simply a lover, her lover.

And at that moment, her lover was tasting a trail of her salty flesh, making a path from her chin to her collarbone, then lower, taking one puckered nipple into his mouth and rolling it between his teeth. She whimpered, arching into him, her hands tangling in his ebony hair.

She ached. Her entire core was on fire, burning for him. She tilted her hips, pressing the softness of her belly into his hard shaft. When he bit down, his teeth grinding into the tender skin, she cried out, her fingernails digging into his scalp.

His fingers traced wavy lines down the sides of her thighs as he lowered his head, dipping his tongue into her belly button. She protested the loss of his body covering hers, but that died in her throat as he blew into the neatly trimmed curls above her most secret place.

His tongue snaked out, teasing her labia, first sweeping up one lip, then down the other. She let go of his hair and dug her fingers into the grass on either side of her quivering body.

Lifting her legs over his shoulders, he parted her, opening her like a blooming flower. She was wet, her honey dripping to slicken her folds. His finger circled her entrance as he found her swollen clitoris and sucked it into his mouth.

Her head thrown back, Onyx sobbed, calling out his name. The orgasm took her quickly, shaking her body and forcing every muscle to contract. Zane rose above her, his engorged cock throbbing. He stared down at her, an arrogant smile plastered on his face.

“I want to fuck you, Onyx,” he growled.

Still caught in the throes of ecstasy, she nodded, juices flowing from her pussy.

Grasping his dick in his hand, he positioned himself at her glistening hole. He looked down into her eyes, his possessive animal revealing itself. He thrust, one long smooth motion, filling her to the brim. She screamed his name as he stretched her, his cock thick and pulsing. He pulled out, took a breath and slammed into her, mercilessly, over and over again.

“Mine,” he snarled as he came and she screamed his name.

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She made him promise never to lie to her. Therefore, he told the truth, “I’m not gay, I just like sex with men sometimes.” She stared at him in shock. “Its just sex, I like something different once in a while.” She smacked him, called him all kinds of names, dressed, and left.

“Sonny.” A man said holding out his hand. That didn’t take long Balin thought.

“Balin, and I’m only here for sex.” He said with intensity.

“Me too.” Sonny said pulling Balin close. He firmly squeezed his elbow and lead Balin from the bar.

They spent the night easing each other’s stress. There was no kissing involved, Balin could not stand to kiss a man, Sonny didn’t mind. With every thrust, Balin moaned in triumph. They released in unison. Their time had together ended with nods and smiles, nothing need be said. As Balin drove home the smell of sex filled him. He smiled and wished Michelle could have joined them.

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“Ok”, I told her, and agreed to go to his restaurant with her for dinner.

She was right.  He was all those things. And, he was strangely sexy. His body was ripped. She didn’t usually like Vietnamese guys, but there was something about him….a twinkle in his eye.  He made all the girls feel like they were the most gorgeous creatures in the world.

Later that night, more people joined them and things became wild. Drinks were flowing. Several of the Asian girls were on cocaine and becoming increasingly aggressive; one of them sitting on Danh’s lap, straddling him.  I wonder if he goes both ways, she thought.

She found herself seated between two of his lovers, one also Vietnamese and the other Indian. She asked them about coming out in their cultures. None of their families, it seemed, knew they were gay. This seemed to bring on more drinks and laughter.  They were pretty obviously gay.

Danh came over and put his arms around her.  “Honey, you are so gorgeous.”

She asked him if he had ever been with a woman.  “Yes, and I don’t mind it!”

She smiled to herself.

“The thing is, I just love breasts.”  He began to fondle hers.  “See now, yours are real.  And I just love them.”

“Honey”, he flagged down his Vietnamese lover. ”Feel these.”  His lover seemed slightly less enthusiastic, but obliged.

She began to kiss him as his lovers looked on, saying nothing. The one still had his hand on her breast but began to move it away to Danh’s lap.  He unzipped his jeans and pulled out a long hard dick. He was completely shaven and it looked odd to her.

As she was fixating on the hairless penis, she felt a hand between her legs.  The restaurant was now officially closed, but at least 20 of them were still there, sitting around 4 corner tables.  Danh lifted her up on the table, telling his busboy to clear it.  He pushed away what he could and the others grabbed their drinks to get them out of the way.  He yanked her pants down.

“Jill, come here!” he commanded, eyeing her.  “I don’t eat pussy!”

Jill put her face into her as Danh turned to his lover. She slowly rubbed a finger in as she was licking at her. Two of the Asian girls came over and spread her legs further apart, kissing her thighs. One of the guys pulled her hair out of her face so he could watch her.  He took his hand out of his pants to unzip them, pulling out an enormous cock.  He slowly rubbed his hand up and down it, then moved it close to her face. One of his friends pulled her hands back as he stuck the tip into her mouth, then nudged Jill out of his way.   Jill backed off, kissing one of the other girls deeply with her tongue.

He pulled her ass just off the table by her legs and delved into her.  Out of the corner of her eye, she could see the men to one side and the women across the room in the corner. Several others had gathered around to watch her. For a moment, she felt slightly humiliated and exposed, but that same feeling led to a surge of desire between her legs. He began jerking too fast for her and quickly pulled out, milk spurting from him as he finished himself off with his hand.  She felt another cock inside her almost immediately and looked up to see Dahn’s beautiful face.  One of his lover’s was watching out of the corner of his eye, holding the empty condom package. He seemed angry.

She watched him walk around to the back of her and felt his hands on her breasts. He began massaging them aggressively and pinching her nipples.  He was commanding Dahn how to fuck her. She felt one of his hands move away and heard another ripping sound. She saw the empty wrapper hit the floor. He came around to face her, pushing Dahn away. She felt him ramming her hard. Dahn pulled off his condom and entered him from behind. She heard him yelp as he slapped his taut ass. He struggled to keep up both rhythms.  She lay back, watching the two of them in front of her, screaming in what she was sure sounded like Vietnamese.

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Taken aback, but not perturbed, Becky smiled, pointing back towards the kitchen. “Just let me put the groceries…”

“Do as I say, turn around, and let me put this on you.”

Becky’s body responded immediately. She turned around so Paul could slip the silken material over her eyes. He tied it carefully so it wasn’t uncomfortable for her, and took her hand. He led her towards the bed, pushed her gently onto it, and quickly joined her. Silently, he started to undress her, peeling her clothes away, layer by layer, until she was completely naked. She had been nude in front of her husband countless times, but somehow the blindfold made her feel more exposed – she didn’t know what he was doing or how he was reacting to her nakedness.

“You trust me, right?”

Becky nodded a reply, still trying to work out what on earth was going on. She felt the bed shift as Paul’s weight moved off it. She knew he hadn’t gone far, she could hear noises that resembled the sound of clothing falling to the floor. It kind of sounded like he was undressing, but if that were the case, he was wearing an awful lot of clothing. She wondered if her ears were playing tricks on her.

Crawling back onto the bed, Paul straddled his wife, and that’s when she realized he hadn’t been undressing after all. She could feel the rough material of his trousers against her skin, and the stroke of cotton against her breasts as he leaned down to kiss her.

“You’re beautiful. And I want you badly. Can you tell?” he asked, grabbing her hand and pressing her palm against his erection.

Nodding, Becky became very aware of the dampness between her thighs.

“You’re a very attractive woman, Becky. You know that, don’t you? I see men looking at you when we’re out, and I don’t blame them. In fact, I enjoy it. Because I know at the end of the day, you’re mine, so I’ll let them share you for a little while. They’re looking at you now, you know. Do you want to see?”

As her lust-addled brain struggled to catch up, Becky’s heart pounded in her chest when she realized what Paul was getting at. Did she want to see the men looking at her? Surely he hadn’t? They’d always vowed never to risk their relationship by bringing someone else into it – even just for sex.

Not waiting for her reply, he leaned down to pull off the blindfold and Becky opened her eyes, amazed at what she saw. Standing tall and rigid…surrounding her from every side…were mirrors. Somehow, her crazy husband had sourced several, huge, freestanding mirrors and placed them around their bed. The results were impressive. Becky could see herself and Paul from an array of different angles –him, in uniform, she completely naked. There were reflections, and reflections of reflections – countless uniformed men straddling nude women. There were sheets scattered across the floor that had been covering the mirrors – the undressing noises she had heard earlier – and they added to the eerie sensation that she was in a universe filled with beds and lovers.

“The fantasy broke our rules baby, but you know I’d do anything for you, so I got as close as I could.”

“I’m a very lucky girl,” she replied, looping her hands around her husband’s neck and pulling him down for a kiss, “I can’t wait to be shared amongst all these men – fucking in lots of different positions and having a cock in every hole.”

“Dirty bitch,” he mumbled, against her mouth, “now let’s see about that cock in every hole, shall we?”

Pulling away from the kiss, Paul straddled Becky, placing his knees on either side of her shoulders. He undid his trousers and pulled his prick out. He pushed it down with his hand and began rubbing it over Becky’s lips. She stuck out her tongue, and Paul brushed his cock against it, savoring the feeling of her talented tongue caressing his shaft.

Glancing to his right, Paul watched several men getting their cocks teased by several women. It was quite the turn on. Twisting his head a little more, he caught a glimpse of his wife’s snatch in the mirror, pink and glistening. God, he couldn’t wait to be in there. Turning back to the real version of events, he fed his cock into Becky’s mouth so she could suck it properly.

Getting his bell end nice and wet, Becky teased him relentlessly, sliding his cock deep between her lips, almost deep-throating him. Then she pulled back until he almost popped out of her mouth. She gobbled his shaft down again and repeated the process. Just as he started to approach orgasm, Becky changed tack and started sucking at the shiny purple head of his cock, alternating between fast and slow movements. She knew how to drive him wild, and loved doing it.

If Becky strained her neck a little, she could see the reflection of the back of her uniformed husband, and herself, sprawled naked underneath him. Spreading her legs, she had an excellent view of her pussy, which in her opinion was desperately in need of some attention. Even from this viewpoint, she could see how swollen her labia and clit were. Popping Paul’s cock out of her mouth, she said, “Baby, I’m so wet for you. Touch me.”

Reaching around, Paul stroked his fingers over Becky’s pussy. She was, indeed, very wet. He rubbed her vulva, then dipped a finger inside, coating it in her abundant juices. He brought it to her lips, and greedily, Becky sucked her own arousal from Paul’s finger. He did it again, sliding two fingers inside her this time, then lewdly finger-fucked her mouth. The third time, he tasted her juices for himself.

Shifting his weight, he moved back down the bed and hopped onto the floor. He grinned up at Becky before he grabbed her ankles and yanked her towards him. She giggled, and caught sight of her face in the mirror, flushed but happy. She giggled again, but stopped abruptly as Paul spread her thighs and pressed his lips between them.

He licked and teased her, flicking the tip of his tongue across her vulva, barely touching her clit. He planted butterfly kisses and little nibbles on the delicate and sensitive skin of her inner thighs. It felt delicious.

Ever the obliging husband, Paul slid his hands under Becky’s thighs and pulled her tighter to his face, so much so she wondered if he could even breathe. She swiftly forgot her worries as he began to work hard on her clit, alternating between long flat strokes of his tongue and small but fast flicks. What made it all the more exciting is she could see it from every angle; several uniform clad men feasting on her body. Becky closed her eyes and let the feelings wash over her.

After a few more minutes of Paul’s expert ministrations, Becky felt herself tighten, both physically and mentally. She grew tighter and tighter – a rubber band on the edge of release. Sensing her approaching climax, Paul slipped his finger into her soaking hole once more and crooked it up towards her g-spot. At the same time, he pulled her clit gently into his mouth and began sucking in earnest. Together, the two movements released the elastic band; and Becky’s climax hit her – hard.

Her whole body writhed on the bed as she called her husband’s name, her cunt spasming wildly in the throes of orgasm. Paul watched his wife’s reaction with undisguised delight. She was so beautiful when she came – completely wild and abandoned. He was desperate to bury his cock inside her and fuck her hard until she came again – then he’d pull out and cover her stomach with his cum.

Giving her a few seconds to recover, Paul wriggled his trousers and boxers down a little – enough so his movement wasn’t restricted, but not so much that Becky wouldn’t be able to see them in the mirror. Then he stood, leaning over the bed and looked at Becky. Once they had eye contact, he raised a questioning eyebrow as he stroked his eager cock. Smiling, Becky gave a nod, and that was all he needed.

Placing his hands beneath her thighs once more, he pulled her to the very edge of the bed, then lifted her bottom until she was at the right height. He used one hand to guide his stiff cock into her hungry pussy, and slid home. They both sighed as he buried himself balls-deep inside her. She was so wet he could feel her juices coating his cock, dribbling down his balls and saturating his pubic hair.

Pumping slowly in and out of her, he could see her craning her neck in order to see their coupling from myriad directions. He suspected she was probably checking out his ass, too. It wouldn’t be the first time.

Albeit reluctantly, Paul slid his cock out of his wife’s pussy, and lowered her bottom to the bed. Before she had chance to comment, he said, “Get on all fours.”

Eagerly shifting into her favourite position, Becky shuffled to the edge of the bed, her ass wiggling tantalizingly before his eyes. He playfully slapped her cheeks, and then grabbed her and manoeuvred her so she was almost parallel along the bottom of the bed. He put one knee up on the bed and entered her once more.

The method to his madness quickly became clear. Though it was a little awkward, it was worth it. Twisting to see the mirror closest to where their bodies joined, Becky could see them in all their glory. Paul had deliberately spread her ass cheeks to give the best possible view, and she could see his thick cock splitting open her pussy lips and pounding into her. She could also see the crinkled skin of her asshole. Knowing Paul could too, she tensed and released, causing the tiny hole to open and close like a little mouth.

His cock stiffened further in response, and after giving a few more hearty thrusts into her cunt, he pulled out. Then he transferred some of her copious love juices from her pussy to her ass, working his finger, then two into her tight ring of flesh, preparing her. Soon, he felt her ass relax as it got used to the invasion, and he replaced his fingers with his cock.

Slowly, gently, so as not to hurt her, he inched his way into her bottom. He gritted his teeth as the iron grip around his cock threatened to inspire climax. Soon, he’d filled Becky’s arse, and he gave her a moment to get used to the invasion.

A wiggle of her ass and a muttered, “OK,” was his green light. He started with shallow movements, and as her ring opened up to him, he pounded harder, deeper, and faster. Judging from the noises Becky was making, she was enjoying it just as much as he. He noticed her head was turned to the side the whole time, watching them fucking. Her eyes roamed from her own face, to his, to her bouncing breasts, to where his cock kept disappearing inside her. She began pushing back against him, spurring him to go faster and faster.

It was then he knew he was never going to come on her stomach. There was no time for that. Reaching under Becky, he sought out her swollen and slippery clit, and pinched, rolled, and stroked it as he reamed her ass. Wailing like a banshee, Becky pushed more and more roughly against him, and he knew she was almost ready. So was he.

Seconds later, he felt the grip around his cock increase considerably, followed by rapid contractions. Becky was coming. The extra stimulation spurred on his own climax, and he pulled out quickly, spurting his hot spunk all over Becky’s quivering ass cheeks and gaping rear hole. The couple moaned and groaned their way through their orgasms, and their eyes met in the mirror. Instinctively, they knew they were thinking the same thing.

They’d be sad to see those mirrors go.

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The long corded muscles of his legs flexed with each step. Mila licked her lips, remembering how those hard limbs held her legs wide apart while her master sunk his ample inches into her eager flesh. Five years ago, when she’d first learned of her fate as a pet, she thought her life over. However, she’d learned to love the physical demands of her position.

After the Aspians had defeated Earth and assimilated it into their empire, Aspian males soon discovered the appeal of human females. Unlike their own women, human females were delightfully receptive to Aspian sexual needs. Also, the diminutive physical appearance was highly arousing to the Aspian men.

Mila had first seen an Aspian female three Earth years ago, when her Master’s selected breeder arrived to mate during her fertile cycle. Every three years or so, the women go into heat. She was a hulk of woman. The Aspian female’s size was equal to if not taller than her Master.

Mila would have mistaken the woman for a male had she not seen her breasts and cunt when the Master fuck her. The whole mating ritual had taken a little over an hour, from start to finish.

It was as impersonal as taking a piss.  Her Master’s breeder was cold and un-emotional. Aspian females didn’t seem to enjoy sex for pleasure. Mila found it so ironic since the Aspian males were incredibly sexual.

Perhaps the Aspian women with their muscular, thick boned bodies and broad facial features simply held no appeal for them. Human females seemed to fill a specific void for the males and Mila wondered if things where always so undemonstrative between Aspian sexes.

He turned suddenly and Mila felt a shiver of anticipation shoot down her spine. In his current mood, the fucking would be hard and hot.

“Mila!”

She snapped her head up, then quickly lowered her eyes to the floor.

“Crawl to me Mila…”

He was sitting in the armchair across from her. She noticed the scales, which contoured down his spine and over his hipbones, continuing until they completely covered his ten-inch cock, glistened with the spicy secretions of his arousal.  He was built like a human man, but much larger.

His yellow reptilian eyes dilated to large black oblong circles. He had hair that fell down his back in a mass of thick ebony silk. His grayish skin was smooth around his cheeks, nose and mouth. The points of his ears poked through the black strands framing his angular face.

Mila had not considered him handsome at first. However, the longer she remained in his presence the more his visage softened to her eyes.

She crawled slowly, as she knew he liked. When she reached him, she leaned her upper body down until her head brushed the floor and lifted her ass up in the air in invitation. She had been trained to pose this way every time her Master entered the room or summoned her to him.

Cool fingers stroked the back of her head, a second before grabbing a fist full of brown curls and hauling her up to her knees so that her face was positioned directly in front of his crotch.

The thick column of flesh in front of her dripped with sticky peppermint tasting lubrication, secreting from the scales covering it. Mila waited. Her breath became shallow and she felt the trickle of pussy cream seep from her cunt. She licked her lips…feeling somewhat impatient…please let me taste…suck…mmm…

She dare not speak her thoughts. The last time had awarded her several hours of confinement in the cage.  Too long to go without his cock. He was deliberately forcing her to wait, but she knew his need was much to potent and he wouldn’t last too long without her hot mouth wrapped around his dick. With a groan, he shifted his hips forward and laid his head back against the chair’s headrest.

“Suck…”

Mila leaned forward and grabbed his cock by the base. Her small hand looked like it was trying to wrap around a giant salami. His girth was so great her fingers couldn’t touch. She brought the tip to her mouth and licked the tiny hole at the tip. His penis didn’t have a mushroomed head as human males did, instead it was more funnel shaped with the top thinning slightly to form a blunt point.

It didn’t matter to Mila; this cock had brought her unimaginable pleasure. She slid her lips further down, using her tongue to lap at the smooth diamond shaped cock-scales. He sucked in his breath as she managed to swallow him a little more then halfway. Her other hand stroked the underside of his scrotum, where a tiny gland was hidden that drove Aspian men into a frenzy. He grabbed her hand and squeezed gently.

“I don’t want to come yet my pet.”

His voice was gruff, yet Mila could hear the humor in his tone. With a movement too quick for Mila to comprehend, She was across the room lying in her slave swing face down. The contraption supported her abdomen with a wide soft leather strap. It had columns built around at four corners, placed about four by four feet apart.

Her wrists were quickly shackled to the posts in front of her and her ankles to the ones in back. Her Master flipped up the back of the swing and positioned it so that her head could rest, relieving the strain on her shoulders from being suspended in air by the shackles.

He moved behind her and pushed the two rear columns forward so that it forced her legs to bend, knees outward and her thighs to spread wide.

When her positioning was to his satisfaction, he stepped back and walked a circle around her. The slow predatory way he moved caused shivers of expectancy to travel Mila’s body. The tingling jolts of arousal settled below her waist and she felt the lips of her sex swell open.

Juice spilled from her cunt as he came to stand between her splayed thighs. She felt his demon eyes focused on her pink pulsing pussy. Her breathing became choppy and she whimpered once.

Thwack! Silence!”

Mila bit her lip to keep from screaming as the stinging pain of his heavy handed smack soaked into her left ass cheek.

She almost gasped when his hands gripped her hips firmly. Her body shook. She tried desperately to stay still, however the need coursing through her was so intense that she couldn’t help pressing her ass up and humping against the tip of his cock.

Thwack! Thwack!

This time she did cry out.

Thwack!

Biting her lip to the point of drawing blood, Mila managed to remain quite. A few seconds passed, before his hand stroked the burning flesh of her ass.

“There, there…now I will fuck you…is that what you want…”

Mila didn’t answer. She couldn’t. Her body was so tense with unreleased arousal that her mind was in a spin. She couldn’t form a coherent thought let alone speak.

However, her Master was demanding.

He fisted her long brown hair and yanked her head back, making her arch painfully toward him. He bent forward, brushing his lips against her ear.

“…I said…” he pulled her back further causing her to cry out again, “…is that what you want pet…for me to fuck you…”

Mila forced her pounding heart to calm. With a shaky breath, she tried to answer him.

“…Y-yessss…”

He yanked her hard…Tears filled her eyes…

“Yes!”

One more yank…

“Yesss…what my pet…”

Mila heaved deep breaths…her body shaking from pain, but more from the uncontrolled throbbing arousal pumping straight to her core.

“Y-yes, Master..p-please…mmm..Fuck me!”

He released her head and squeezed her hips, a second before impaling her balls deep in one swift stroke. He waited. Mila knew what he was waiting for. She pressed her ass back against him letting him know that she was ready for a hard ride.

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And damned if she didn’t look hot, playing hostess to their friends, parading around in that skimpy outfit—in fishnet stockings and high heels yet.

Mary lost 45 pounds the last two months, becoming thin and fit the first time since she had the eldest of three children ten years before.  She had never lost any weight until now, and Carleton had fantasized fucking a skinny woman ever since, especially his wife.

Every time he tried to approach Mary for sex the past two months, she said she was too exhausted from working her job, exercising at the gym and from starving herself.  In truth, Carleton suspected she was banging her personal trainer, whom she had invited to the party, the bohunk in the caveman furs with a toy club and life-sized plastic doll, one arm draped around the doll, the other around Mary’s shoulders.  Her chestnut hair cascaded halfway down her back, the longest it had been since Carleton met her.  To him, her emerald green eyes glistened “fuck me.”

Mary rose from the living room couch and headed for the kitchen, Carleton presumed to flirt with another single guy she had met at the club.  This hunk was wearing a trench coat and was flashing a robber cock.  From a portable rattan wet bar in the corner of the room, Carleton mixed himself a Jack Daniels and Coke and then headed for the entertainment room, where mostly married couples were hanging out.

Carleton stood there observing the harmony of their body language.  The happiest couples mirrored one another, their gesticulations in perfect sync.  He was stirring his drink mechanically when Minerva, one of Mary’s closest friends, sidled over to him.  She was wearing a black burqa.  The head covering was solid back obscuring her face except her teasing blue eyes; below neckline the burka segued into semi-transparent material, allowing the viewer to feast on a large pair of phony boobs, which Carleton suspected were close in dimension to the real pair.  Despite her face being covered, Carleton pictured in his head her silky blond hair and full pouty lips.

“Mary is being quite contrary,” Minerva said.

“I blame myself,” Carleton replied.  “I could have paid her a lot more attention.”

“She’s getting plenty of it now,” Minerva said.  “Feeling guilty?”

“No, disappointed mostly.  It had always been a fantasy of mine to do it with my wife thin and trim. I had another about her shaving down below.  My fantasies are just what they are—fantasies.”

“I shave my pussy.”

“That’s just how I fantasize about you.”

“You fantasize fucking your wife’s best friend?”

“When Mary was at her heaviest and we were having sex, I fantasized I was screwing you.  Again, just a fantasy.”

Minerva brushed the back of her hand along the inside of his thigh. “Why fanaticize when you can have the real thing?”

“Really?”

“Yes, wait for me in the billiard room of your garage.  I’ll come out when I feel it’s safe.”

“What about Mary?”

While Carleton waited in the billiard room, he was so excited he couldn’t make the simplest of shots.  Finally, the door swung open.  Inside stepped Minerva, and she gracefully bent over the pool table and swept balls away with one arm.

Carleton hiked up her burqa, exposing Minerva’s beautiful round ass.  He stepped back and examined her the way an artist would a painting in progress.  That bald pussy of hers was a masterpiece.  He thought his cock was going to bore through his leotards and wolf shorts.

In a few moments he was fucking his wife’s best friend, her pussy so wet she must have been starved for hard cock. And he could wrap his arms around her hips and then some, drilling deeper.

A shadow swept over the back of Minerva. Carleton twisted around. Little Red Riding Hood had invaded the House of Big Bad Wolf.

But under that scarlet hood was the fuck-me-too grin of Minerva.

The woman wearing the burqa undid her veil.  “Heaven rewards those who have patience,” Mary said.  She then resumed her doggy style position, as did Minerva, beside her, hip-to-hip, naked, her body exactly how Carleton had fantasized it.

He gawked at the two masterpieces for a moment while pretending to chalk the end of his dick and then said, “This gives a whole new meaning to ‘rack them up.’” Then he broke.

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Petras is a graduate of West Liberty University and a lifelong resident of Toronto, Ohio.  He has had more than 50 stories published in a variety of genres, including erotica, sci-fi, horror, satire/humor and literary. Robert can be found here: http://bpetras.blogspot.com/.