Our First Time: Anthology of a Menage

by Jennifer O'Donnell

  Amanda was all sweetness as she began the conversation, “Hi, Casey what’s up?” Casey looked at her, amused and replied, “Oh, its all good. I’m just trying to get some of these pop-tarts (old stuff) out of here before we close for the day.” “I adore this kind of stuff, who made them?” Amanda continued. “My Uncle, Steve, he’s an expert at crafts. I, on the other hand, know nothing about crafts, I just know the prices.” Amanda laughed sarcastically and then changed into a very serious attitude. She wanted Casey to get the drift that she knew about her and her romp with Eric. Casey looked away from Amanda and smiled at Eric. Eric broke the awkward spell, “Well Casey, nice seein' ya, gotta go.”

  As they left the shop, Eric could see the degree to which his liaison with Casey had bothered Amanda. He rubbed her shoulders and gave her a warm kiss on the forehead. He always did this when he wanted to cheer her up---and yet again, it worked. Maybe the only reason it did work had to do with her plan to get it on with Marquis, who was not only the lead singer of the Rock and Rollers, but also a heavy weight champion and an extremely good looking guy to boot---maybe not such a bad deal. Upon the receipt of his warm kiss, she smiled inexpressively and walked along her merry way.

  Marquise was sharp and direct. “Hey guys, I’ve been hanging out waiting for you,” “Yeah, sorry man, the train stalled, but we’re here now,” replied Eric sternly. “Good, Eric, let’s get started.” Marquise reached into his guitar case and instructed Eric to pick up a guitar standing in the corner of the room. Eric was disappointed at the look of the rusty guitar and said to himself, “He can’t be serious about asking me to use that guitar.” Marquise noticed Eric’s disappointment and addressed it. Yeah, yeah, I know, it’s a bit old, but it can do more than you realize, let’s see what you got.” Eric started playing one of the band’s tunes, but made a lot of mistakes in the rush. Marquise played the same song, but slowly, showing Eric, step by step how to pull it off successfully. Eric was impressed with the techniques Marquisehad used to teach him, as he was able to grasp the material so quickly and easily. They worked for about two hours until Eric played it perfectly, sometimes with his eyes closed. Marquise was surprised at how fast Eric caught on.

  Eventually, Marquise looked over at Amanda in a seductive way, and Amanda returned the look. Eric got the point. He knew this was his cue to leave them alone. Marquise had kept his word and he had learned plenty, but the time had come for Marquise to enjoy the fruit of his labor. Eric started out the door, anxious, but without fanfare. “Eric, where are you off to? Remember you gotta stay in the room and watch while I bang the hell out of your wife or if you like, you can join! That was the deal Eric, wasn’t it?” Eric felt disgust and the expression on his face was dark as he forced a reply. “Yeah, that was the deal!”

  “Okay let’s get this train on the tracks, Amanda get your sexy ass over here” Amanda walked over to the bed where Marquise grabbed her and kissed her on the neck. “Oh... Marquise!” she moaned as he stripped her top off and began to squeeze her breasts vigorously. Then he pushed her back on the bed and opened her legs, sticking his tongue inside her pussy. “Ah, Marquise right there, that’s it!” Then Marquise started running his tongue up and down and all around the inside of Amanda’s cute pink pussy as her cum exploded into his mouth. “Mmm, girl that tastes sweet,” come over here and ride my face” It was hard for him to speak with his mouth filled with Amanda’s cunt and her cum. “Ah, yes...yes screamed Amanda as she rode Marquise’s face with his tongue up inside her tight pussy and cum continued to run down his face. It was like if she was riding a horse.

  Eric watched his wife being pleased by Marquise and reasoned he couldn’t do anything about it, so he decided to get comfortable. “You ready for this big hard cock inside that cute, tight little pussy of yours?” taunted Marquise “Mmm...Yeah baby, I want it deep inside.” Amanda replied seductively as she observed his face full of her juicy cum. “Yeah, faster!! Ah... harder! Ahhhh...harder!!” she screamed as Marquise shoved his big hard cock in and out of her tight cunt. “You like that don’t you!” Marquise growled as Amanda came all over his stiff cock, and then he pulled it out and stuck it in her mouth. “Yeah that’s right, do you like how your pussy tastes?” “Mmm” she moaned with her mouth full of Marquise’s cum smothered cock. “Come take this dick one last time” said Marquise as he bent her over and slid it into her cunt. “Ah Marquise, I’m cumming!!!” yelled Amanda as she slid back and forth on him as hard and as fast as she could move.

  “She looks like she’s digging this more than when I fuck her!” Eric murmured to himself, “I’m just glad they’re almost done, and when they are, we’re gonna be so even. Eric smirked as he contemplated his own mental state. “Ah!” Amanda yelled as she took the last stroke before he pulled out. “Come here let me swallow every bit of your creamy deliciousness” Marquise seemed to revel as he bent her over and used his tongue to get all the creamy deliciousness inside of Amanda’s pussy. “On your knees, sexy girl, it’s time for your facial.” Marquise began stroking his cock over Amanda’s sweet angelic looking face as she gazed into his eyes and bit her lips while waiting for him to release his load on her. “Ah, that’s it take this load!” Marquise released his creamy goodness all over Amanda’s face and into her mouth.

  After what seemed like hours to Eric they were finally finished. Amanda was lying on the bed covered in cum and with a sigh of pleasure shouted, “BEST SEX EVER!!!!...sorry honey” She looked over at Eric with a look of mock apology. “Hey Eric thanks for letting me smash your wife---intense man!” Marquise offered a handshake to Eric, but Eric just stared at his hand. After a few seconds he decided to pat Marquise on the shoulder instead and offered, “Nice doing business with you man, remember same time, same place tomorrow. “Hey Eric, remember now, you only have two more practices” “No problem.” Eric’s voice sounded a bit choked.

  “Amanda you ready to leave?” “No just a sec, Eric let me go freshen-up in the bathroom first, then we can go, baby” “Wow…like, that fuck did her a lot of good, I’ve never seen Amanda so charged-up, except on the day we met,” Eric thought to himself, “Well, best to look on the bright side ,” he mused, “We’re even now. I fucked Casey and she fucked Marquise. That’s one way to look at it.” Amanda re-entered the room. “Okay baby I’m all set to go now” “Hey Marquise, see you around sometime again bro’.” “Yeah Eric, my bro’see you around, and hey…thanks again for letting me hit your sexy ass wife bro,’ this is the best deal ever and you’re a lucky dude bro’, take it easy.

  On their way home on the train, an awkward silence filled the atmosphere between them. Finally Amanda broke the ice, “So... did you enjoy watching him fuck the shit out of me or were you jealous?” “No, I wasn’t jealous, and I sure as hell didn’t enjoy watching the spectacle!” Eric had disgust in his voice. Then he got preachy, “Seeing a big man’s dick is very awkward.” “Oh whatever, I knew you were jealous the whole time Eric, just admit it and I won’t tease you about it anymore.” Amanda retorted with a slightly dark, yet charming smirk on her face. “I already told you I wasn’t jealous--- that might be what you think, but I actually wasn’t.” Eric was lying through his teeth. He fell into a reverie and thought to himself, “She knows I’m lying, she always knows when I’m lying because my face turns red, my palms get sweaty and I can never make eye contact with her…dammit, she knows me too well and that’s one of the things I love about her. She understands me, and I understand her.” Then he spoke, “When we get home I want you to get rest, okay baby? Because tomorrow I’m gonna fuck the hell out of you--- better than Marquise just did!” Eric looked a little freaky, but Amanda just looked at him with love in her eyes. From there on out, they giggled their way home, and behaved as though nothing disturbing had ever happened.

  The next day, Eric was preparing his mind for what would be another awkward day. A total stranger was having sex with his wife, but somehow their bizarre conversation of the previous night, had eased his mind. Though he dece
ived his wife only once, she would have to fuck a total stranger three times. It was beginning to feel unfair, but knowing that Amanda was really pissed, he was going to make the best of it. Eric really wanted Amanda and was willing to do his utmost to keep her as his woman.

  Around noon they decided to go out for lunch. Amanda wanted to go to Debbie’s Place, but Eric’s first choice was to go to Joey’s Delight. They spent a few minutes arguing about which was the better choice and rather than argue, they decided to each go their own way, purchase food in the restaurant of their choice and come back to the apartment to have their meal.

  While walking to Debbie’s Place, Amanda spotted Marquise surrounded by huge group of paparazzi and groupies. She passed by slowly, hoping he would recognize her. When she realized that he was completely taken up by all the attention he was already getting, she just passed along like she didn’t even see him. She was well past the large group when Marquise yelled out, “Amanda!” “What the hell!” she thought to herself, as she turned around slowly. Marquise pushed his way through the crowd, grabbed her hand, and hustled her away. When they reached a spot where he knew the paparazzi wouldn’t find them, he spoke further, “Where are you off to?” “I was going to Debbie’s Place for lunch,” she replied without guile. “So where is Eric?” he questioned. “We decided go our separate ways since we couldn’t agree on where to eat.”Marquise raised his eyebrows. “Ah-ha, someone is a little quirky today.” Amanda looked at him with a cryptic smile on her face and giggled. Then he grabbed her ass and whispered in her ear, “Would you like to accompany me to lunch my princess?” Amanda smiled. “Sure.” Marquise called his chauffer, and gave him instructions to come and pick them up.

  “Princess, are you willing to come down bay side with me for a bay side lunch?” “Whoa, that’s pretty far away, isn’t it?” “Yeah, kinda is, just about an hour away.” He spoke with confidence. To Amanda’s way of thinking going to lunch with Marquis was a way to get back at Eric for the times he left, unannounced, twice, even though she asked him after the first incident to be more thoughtful. So she he nodded in agreement and Marquise returned a bright and delighted smile.

  During their drive to the Beside Restaurant, Marquise got closer and more intimate with Amanda, grabbing her legs and teasing her lips with his huge fingers. Amanda was turned on by the way he touched and looked at her. As a married woman she had never imagined that she would be fucking a man other than her husband, but this was happening. Who was she to stop the music when it was her husband who made arrangements for it all to happen? Slowly she raised he short dress allowing Marquise to play with her cute white pussy. He played with it until she came all over the back seat. “Looks like they’ll have to do some cleaning,” chuckled Marquise. Amanda jokingly slapped him on his shoulder and laughed. . Then Marquise raised his finger and licked all the juice off, reminding her of how good it tasted.

  Amanda looked in to his eyes, while shifting her thong back in place and she felt the urge to ask Marquise if he was ever in love. “I’m married, and I have three lovely daughters.” Amanda’s jaw dropped. She couldn’t believe he was married with kids and yet willing to commit adultery with her; they didn’t even know anything about each other. “Yeah, yeah I know, I look like a sick person, but my wife and I, aren’t going through the best of times. Come to think of it, you and Eric are pretty sick too, so I guess we’re on the same playing field,” he said with another chuckle. “My husband and I agreed on this arrangement, you didn’t,” Amanda retorted angrily, but then she calmed herself and looked at him awkwardly. Marquise cut some jokes, but then fell into a serious mood. After that weird interval, Amanda was glad they had arrived at the restaurant because their conversation had strangled her urge to have sex with him again or for that matter, even speak to him.

  As soon as Amanda and Marquise got themselves seated in the restaurant her phone rang. It was Eric and he was pissed, “Where the fuck are you? I tried calling like ten times.” She could tell he was both angry and worried. “Babe I’m having lunch with Marquise, I’ll be back soon okay?” “WTF, Amanda you had better get back here this instant, why are you out with him? Now he was yelling. I agreed that you should fuck him, not spend time socializing with him!” Amanda felt a thrill run through her body because she knew Eric was really pissed. When she hung up, she tried to act as if nothing had happened, but the anger in Eric’s voice affected her throughout the entire lunch with Marquise.

  Amanda had her lunch at Marquise’ expense though she wasn’t willing to hold much of a conversation. Things had become awkward for her with both Eric and Marquise and she didn’t know what she would say or do when she went home to Eric. She wondered if Eric was crazy enough to beat her or worse, even though he had never ever laid a hand on her. Amanda had thought that her lunch with Marquis would have been sweet revenge, but instead she was terrified.

  By the time Amanda got back to the apartment it was around 3:00 o’clock. She felt a shiver go down her spine, and her arms were trembling like she had been in a freezer. To her surprise, Eric was asleep, so she parked herself in the living room, afraid of a confrontation. Her careful attempts to avoid waking him failed when she tripped over the phone cord and the phone came crashing to the floor. Eric wasted no time stomping into the room. He stood in the doorway with an expression of anger and disgust on his face, and walked toward her slowly as though he intended to hurt her. Instead he walked past her, brushing her aside and accidentally causing her to hit her head on the glass top coffee table. He may or may not have heard the noise, but in any case he just continued walking toward the kitchen for a drink.

  When he came back into the living room, Amanda was sitting on a chair, withdrawn like a turtle in its shell, and crying like a puppy. Eric was still pissed off about her meetup with Marquise, but suddenly came to the realization that he really loved this woman, and that she was the best thing that had ever happened to him, and he had to ask himself why he was treating her in a way that could cause her to leave him. He decided to sit beside her and comfort her. “Baby, I’m so sorry, It’s just that I really love you, and I don’t want you involved too much with Marquise. What if he were to take you away from me? Do you know how I would feel? Do you?” Amanda was still crying and Eric’s question seemed to befalling on deaf ears. He continued to hold her in his arms and gently stroke her head.

  Amanda did hear what he had said and understood how much he loved her. She in turn wrapped her arms around him and whispered softly, “I love you too, Baby, and I’m sorry. I should have never run off like that.” Eric lifted her to her feet and helped her take off her clothes and get into the shower. “We’ll skip my lesson with Marquise today. My princess is injured and I’m so sorry Baby, please forgive me.” “OK, Eric, it’s fine, I forgive you,” she spoke softly as she caressed his smooth dark face.

  That night, was Amanda and Eric’s designated movie night, but Amanda was interrupted by a text message which read: “I miss you, and why didn’t you guys come for practice this afternoon?” Amanda looked at the text and asked herself, why the fuck is Marquise so annoying? She powered off the phone and threw it aside, continuing to watch the movie with Eric. Eric could be pretty funny and made Amanda laugh as he mocked the characters in the movie. Her own sense of humor was still a little off kilter due to the slight throbbing where she had bumped her head. Eric was trying to be a good husband and embraced her, gently caressing her bruised forehead. She looked up at him and her lips mouthed the words “I love you.” That night was very romantic for them. They both realized how much they loved each other and the crazy things they were willing to do to please one another.

  A week had passed since their first encounter with the famous Rock and Rollers and though Eric had only received one practice with Marquise, he was happy with the way it worked out. As fate would have it the last practice session was cancelled because of a new gig offered to the band. Eric was happy the way it worked out. It was enough for him.

  As their holid
ay came to an end, Amanda and Eric made a promise to each other. They promised to never let any of their close friends, family members or co-workers, know about the irreverent sexual acts that took place in London. Eric looked over at Amanda and said coyly, “What happened in London stays in London.” Amanda smiled at him and nodded in agreement. Though Amanda was still feeling a little rocky, their cruise back home was exciting. They played a lot of games, went swimming on the top deck and even made some new friends. Amanda was beginning to feel that their vacation was exactly what they had needed to transform their marriage. Communication between them was better and told Eric she hoped the trend would last when they returned home. Eric shared that he felt the same way and they set a course together to live “happily ever after,” never allowing anyone come between them or to take them off course.

  Chapter 3

  The Artist

  By Ashley Beckem

  Do you know what I would like more than anything else in the world right now?”“What craziness are you thinking about now, Jamie?” Jamie and Nina had been together for a total of sixteen years, married eleven, and his mind was always running laps. As best friends, they could talk together about anything and everything.

  He was chuckling and rubbing his hands together as though he was ready to begin a new project, “I want to hire an artist to make a sculpture of you so we can put it in our bedroom”. I didn’t even know how to react to this remark, but being the submissive sort of wife that I tend to be, I shrugged and replied, “OK, but I have the feeling that you’ve already set something up, so disagreeing won’t be an option.” “Well your intuition is right on target! I already met with Jose, yesterday and we’re going to have dinner on Friday night so you can meet him.” “Jose? His name sounds sexy.”