This post is Copyright 2007 Jeremy Osborne, All Rights Reserved.
[Edit. This is an excerpt from a draft of a novel I completed at the end of 2006. The novel had originally been published in entirety within separate posts (hence the "Part 17" designation in the page url), but I found this way of publishing unwieldy and not organized very well for readers. This particular post is linked to a sex blog, and gets hit on internet sex searches, so I decided to leave it up as is. The rest of the novel has been removed and may be reposted as a downloadable document.]
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“Fine then,” and then Kristie changes the subject, “Look, why don’t we go to one of the… um, fun rooms.”
“What… do you mean? I thought that–” I wake up, above and below the waist, surprised at this turn of events.
“I know, but I want to try something new–”
“You don’t have to explain, not with me, let’s go!” Oh my God, this is incredible! She’s finally giving in! I sweep Kristie off her feet and into my arms, previous thoughts pushed aside by pure, carnal excitement. Sweeping almost gracefully through the crowd in the dance hall, I slightly clip two people with Kristie’s feet, and she giggles and yells out, “Sorry!” during our escape.
Across the wing and down a side hall, candles flutter as we run by, chasing our shadows across the walls, destination the infamous Pillow Room. The darkness night blinds our candle comfortable eyesight for a very short time, writhing bodies fading into focus, a single large Eunuch guard stands plainly in the shadows, motionless, ensuring a safe space for everyone. Kristie, surprisingly, pulls me into the room, finding a cozy spot. I can’t believe she’s actually doing this, there’s no way we can play without touching the others around us. I feel ready to go forever, like our first night together.
Kristie settles into the pillows, face first inches from a man on her left and a woman on her right. She wiggles her ass. I dive right in, pulling her dress aside and unzip myself, thankful for any amount of time free from the constraints of my pants. Dick in hand while the others disappear from view, I push inside my beautiful wife. Every sense focuses on her… just her… sliding in and out, adding her voice to those around me… oh shit. Everyone around me creeps back in, quickly, drowning her out.
To my left a man double fists handfuls of hair attached to the two women licking his cock. Tongues flick at his head, up and down, lips enclosing around the tip in a French kiss around the tip of his dick. I thought that shit only happened in movies as I thrust faster and harder into Kristie while glancing back quickly to make sure that she wasn’t watching me. Her face buried deep into the pillows, fingers clutching at the material, I focus on Kristie and her tight ass, try to focus just on her, but the couples to the right steal my attention away.
I swear they weren’t there when we sat down and am mesmerized by this new scene. What I swear was another couple next to me now consists of a couple alright, but a couple of very gorgeous men. They make love right in front me. One man on his back, the other thrusting into him. Another familiar woman, who had to have been the one I saw earlier but without the dress, sucks on the receiver’s cock. The man on top fingers the evil dancing woman in the pussy and the ass with his free hand, each of them enjoying the other immensely, exciting and confusing me.
Not knowing what to do, and embarrassed at my excitement, confused, I focus back on Kristie. My eyes return to the threesome next to me. I fuck my wife hard, yelling at her that I love her and pound into her. I pull out without much warning, Kristie looks up for the first time, and I watch her eyes as I push hard into her ass, thankful that it’s soaking wet. She buries her face again and grabs handfuls of pillows, howling into them. The attention centers around us for a moment, bringing grins from every mouth on every body near.
Staring at myself thrusting in and out of my wife, the slap of her hips against my waist again and again and again, her groans of ecstasy into the pillows while she barely supports herself in a prostrate position thanking God for the support of the pillows beneath her, I just can’t not pay attention to the peripheral view of the men and woman next to me and I involuntarily shift my gaze back to the three in yet a new position.
I now see they are wearing classic masquerade masks and the one with the black feathers sits backwards, facing me, being ass fucked by the man below him in a reverse cowboy position. At least my imagination fills in the blanks to account for the rise and fall of the man on top. The woman kneels in front of both of them, bobbing up and down on his cock. Damnit, the womans back and head obscures my view of the action. I can only imagine how fucking good that must feel… wait, what the fuck am I saying? I stare at the woman, her dark hair, those shoulders and that back, bouncing up and down.
I imagine her tongue on my own cock, sucking up and down. The sweat pours down the chest of the man in the middle. The woman’s ass is so close to me, her sleek back, her thin waist. Oh no, I’m going to do it, aren’t I, fuck and I can’t even stop myself. It’s so close, and everyone else is touching each other, it must be okay, just this once, no one will know.
I glance back at Kristie’s backside and continue to pound into her almost limp body, willing her eyes into the pillows. I physically distract Kristie with my body. At the right moment, my hand and attention leap between the thighs of the matriarch of the threesome next to me.
My fingers slip inside her warm and wet pussy, two, then three, thumb punching away through her asshole, and without looking she pushes hard back into my hand, back and forth. Kristie provides the surrogate fuck for my fantasy woman, my fingers the conduit. Damn this woman is incredibly tight, didn’t think that was possible. In my mind I fuck the other woman. In and out, back and forth, up and down, the five of us moan in a chorus of lust.
I continue to torture Kristie’s asshole. I’m hardly aware of her, my hand provides more sensation from the woman next to me. The man doing the fucking of the other man grips the rider’s hips and bucks hard into him, forearms corded and straining. The man on top yells out, “FUCK YES!” and grabs the woman’s head, she gags through the full mouth of cock and sperm. I hear every incomprehensible syllable, my soaking hand breaking down my stamina and join my voice with theirs, shooting load after load into my dancing fuck slut, the bust fuck I’ve ever had… no no, into Kristie, into Kristie… OH FUCK, I DIDN’T!
I yank my hand away, disgusted with myself, falling on top of my lovely wife. I grasp her tightly against me. Kristie has no strength left, for once, and moans, “I love you,” under her breath.
A hand slaps me on the rear, startling me, face turning white as the woman I danced with, owner of the body I just finger fucked, winks, flips a mask over her face and exits the Pillow room. No I didn’t fuck her, I didn’t do it, I only felt her up. Everything feels cold, I can’t warm up. Okay, calm down just a moment, breathe, boy, breathe. Deep breath in and collapse onto Kristie who returns to the world beyond semi-consciousness.
“I love you honey, oh I love you so much,” I force out, holding my wife, oh no I just wiped that woman’s stuff on my wife. The fabric of the pillows makes for a great makeshift towel, and I wipe my hands off.
“James, I love you so much. I’m glad I could finally give you what you want.”
Oh god she knows, no she doesn’t, yes she does. The woman in white fucked me. Ms. White, in the Pillow Room, with her body. I look at Kristie, and she smiles, as she always after sex. But I know she knows, and I’m going to be in trouble.
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The scene blanks out darkens completely. No stage or theater remains in front of me. Kate must have been wrong, something happened and now I’m actually going to hell.