Wet Wednesday (The Billionaires Temptations Book 3)

by Annalise Wells

  “I will tell you something, once things get going, we are going to have some exhilarating times,” Stacey says.

  I look at her as she removes her shoes. “I totally agree with you, as if life wasn’t hectic enough already.”

  “I thought my life was quite dull, a few dances here and a few dances there, flopping my tits out, very so-so. Being an international super spy is way above it,” Stacey says laughing.

  “I can handle the dancing and flopped out tits, at least there is no possibility of being killed, that is unless you have metal bomb tassels fastened to your nipples,” I reply.

  “That can be arranged, you only have to ask,” she says smiling.

  “Nope. What other toys do you have lurking around?”

  “Just the regular stuff, handcuffs, the blindfold, a bit of rope, a dildo or twelve,” she says.

  “A dildo?” I ask.

  “It’s no good for you, but it’s nice for me, actually it’s a vibrator,” she says grinning.

  “It'd be good to watch and see what you make so much fuss over,” I say licking my lips.

  Stacey smiles with a twinkle in her eye, “I bet you can’t watch without getting an erection,” she says.

  “Okay, I bet you.”

  “Get your ass in the bedroom then,” Stacey demands.

  We walk into the bedroom and Stacey begins looking inside her bag. Her things fall onto the floor as I look on in amazement at some of the tiny thongs and panties that fall to the floor.

  “Ha, ha,” she says.

  Stacey throws her vibrator to me. I catch it and turn it over in my hands. “It looks quite lifelike,” I reply.

  I flick the switch, and it starts vibrating in my hands, it then starts swirling under the surface.

  “Whoa, that is abnormal, my cock doesn’t do that.”

  “I know, yours is a different beast altogether.” She smiles.

  “I am glad to hear it; this thing feels like a little alien crawling around in my hands.”

  Stacey steps closer to me and opens the buttons on my shirt, her fingers begin touching my chest.

  I slap her hand away playfully. “Hey, watch it. House rules, no touching, and no cheating. This is a real bet,” I say.

  “What do I get if I win and you get an erection?” she asks.

  I grin playfully into her eyes. “I know exactly what you want,” I reply.

  “You mean I can have the car, yes, come on,” she says pumping her fist.

  “And what do I get if I win?” I ask.

  Stacey huffs. “You can have the vibrator, and free use of my car,” she says.

  “It’s a deal then, let’s do this.”

  Stacey slips off her clothes as seductively as she can, her beautifully formed breasts are just waiting to be freed from her bra. I focus on something to take my mind of the sexy curves of her body. Stacey fumbles with the clasp, her bra pops open. The warm satin silkiness of her skin runs down her breasts to her throbbing peaks of flesh. I grit my teeth, I focus on ice and anything that can distract my mind. Already I can feel my impending erection.

  Come on Joseph, you can do it, you have never failed.

  I divert my eyes from Stacey’s shimmering buds as she stands from slipping free from her panties. She throws them toward my face, the faint whiff of her feminine musk flowing into my nose.

  “No cheating,” I say.

  “You were looking away from me, keep your eyes looking at this,” she says gesturing to her body.

  “Game on Wednesday girl, this means war,” I reply.

  I stand at the end of the bed. My fists clench as I try and dig my nails into my palms. Stacey crawls up the bed and rests her head on the soft pillows. Her knees together, Stacey looks at me and grins.

  “Are you really sure you want to risk your car?” she asks, teasing me.

  “A bet is a bet,” I reply plainly “anyway, I can always get a better one.” I notice my eyes staring into her eyes. She loves me!

  “Let’s get ready to rumble,” she yells, as she makes a noise like a bell.

  I breathe deeply and tense my body. I feel like I am in fighting mode. Do or die, come on.

  Stacey flicks the control on the vibrator, the buzzing fills the bedroom. I focus on the sound as it is a pleasant distraction. Stacey slides it into her hot mouth, she deep-throats the manmade phallus.

  So far so good, this might be easy.

  The saliva-covered, vibrating menace runs down her chest, her sensitive peaks are its next victim. The vibrations quiver her thrusting points into submission, they bud and harden under my very sight.

  I picture myself as if I was swirling my tongue around her stiff crests.

  Stop it, Joseph, Kingmaker, World gone to crap. I was now thinking of anything to delay the inevitable.

  “How long do we have to keep this going for?” I ask.

  “You thinking of quitting on me?” she asks.

  “I was wondering how long it has to go on for, or is it as long as you like?”

  “Ding, ding round two,” she says.

  I breathe again, the buzzing fills my ears. I focus on the noise. Stacey runs her hand over her flat belly, she spreads the soft rosy petals of her skin. The pinkness that lies inside her guarded place becomes vulnerable to the driving force of her pulsating and twisting vibrator.

  I shake my leg, the flow of sensations flood from the base of my sack, and my balls cringe as feel the twitching starting in my cock. Already my shaft has grown, my engorged flesh waiting for the moment to pounce.

  Frozen strawberries, ice cubes, running in the streets naked. I think of cold and embarrassing situations to delay my full erection.

  “I see something is starting to happen?” Stacey says.

  “It has a long way to go before it is a full erection,” I emphasize.

  “Semi-erection, full erection, there is a fine line between the two when this pussy has its grip on you,” Stacey says seductively.

  She flips the motor onto random pulsation, the tone of the vibration changes into some form of sexual rhythm. I feel myself making up a song to keep my focus away from her tight, wet, hot pussy.

  I am finding it difficult, my body wants to take over, and the animal instinct starts to rise within mine. My shaft has reached the extent of its length as the pulsating twitches increase. Stacey rubs the dildo against her budded clit and inches into her pussy. Now, her hips rock as she pushes her body forward, the vibrator sliding deeper into the fiery depths of her arousal.

  The rhythmic sounds become muffled as she slides in further inside herself; I bite my lips, but my mind is losing the battle. My cock twitches and slowly starts to rise. My mind screams a dying scream as my loins yell with an amazing and joyful display of human, animalistic celebration. The sounds of the vibrator muffled beyond recognition as the hot wet depths of her pussy swallow the device. I cannot contain myself any longer, my shaft is bulging, aching and growing.

  I see Stacey smiling at me. “Okay, you can have the freakin’ car,” I say.

  “I want you too,” she says, pulling me in and drawing my cock into her mouth.

  “Fuck!”

  “Apparently, it’s exhilarating!”

  Stacey

  “Keep doing that… ohhh!”

  I come off his cock for air. “I knew there was no way you could resist.”

  “I get the picture,” he says smiling at me with bedroom eyes.

  “So now you are the loser, I will grant you one wish,” I say.

  “Make space on that damned bed, I am getting on there with you,” he says.

  Joseph crawls onto the bed and lays on his back, his hard shaft standing prouder than ever.

  “As a treat, I will suck and kiss that wonderful cock of yours, and you can entertain yourself with the vibrator,” I reply.

  “Why the hell not? I can always make good from a bad situation,” he replies with a cheeky grin.

  I kneel at the side of Joseph’s statuesque body. I cup his balls,
and I feel the hardness of his manly arousal in my hand. I feel the pulsating vibrations running up my inner thighs as Joseph begins to tease the area of around my womanhood.

  I sigh in ecstasy as he parts the doors to my hot cunt, the buzz slides partially in between the juncture of my thighs. I draw back the skin on Joseph’s hard cock, the head taut and ripe for sucking. I love taking it all in my mouth. My hot plump lips wrap around the top of his shaft, I slide my head down his rigid flesh. I tighten the grip of my wet lips and suck hard against the thick hardness that is filling my mouth. The dampness between my legs begins to grow into an exotic waterfall of sensations.

  Showers of pleasure grow from his hardness in my mouth, making me wetter. I rock my hips in an animal-like movement as Joseph slides the vibrator in and out in a perfect rhythm.

  I close my eyes and drive my head further onto his straining erection, the tiny fluctuations push against the fullness of my lips. Now, my head bobs as I take him to the center of his pleasure zone.

  “Ah, fuck, losing a bet never felt so good,” Joseph cries with pleasure.

  I gasp for air as I hold my head firmly at the base of his rigid shaft. My throat gags and the vibrations flood deep within the manhood that is inside me. I feel the vibrator swirl inside my pussy, the mechanical action stirring the fuzzy walls of my magical place.

  I pull his hard cock from my mouth and gasp for air, “Oh fucking mother of somebody,” I squeal frantically.

  He is enjoying eying my wetness and pleasuring me. But I want him, badly. “Stop, I want you, not that piece of emotionless rubbish,” I say.

  “That’s fine by me,” he replies.

  He draws the vibrator from the depths of my pussy. I roll on my back and hold my legs apart ready to receive him. Joseph moves between the creamy skin of my inner thighs and rubs the hard head of his shaft against the center of my paradise. His shaft inches its way slowly inside the deeper heat within, my cunt contracts and lures him into the fiery furnace of my sex.

  “Oh, fuck, this is sweet justice after winning a bet,” I groan. “Oh, Joseph, I hope we never lose this connection.”

  “I will move heaven and hell to make sure we don’t,” he replies, breathlessly.

  He pushes deep and fast. “I think I was turned on too much,” Joseph says.

  “You want to cum?” I ask.

  “I am close, I can feel it rising in me,” he replies.

  “I am rooting for you,” I answer, feeling my pussy on still on fire.

  Our bodies thrash against each other with wild, lustful abandon. I feel the tight buds of my orgasm finally blooming, and the incredible sensations flood into me. My stomach fills with sensations and explodes in a womanly display of lust. I wrap my legs around his waist as I raise my hips toward him.

  “Stacey, wow, I am cumming,” he moans.

  He grabs my tits as he begins his final glorious moment. His body tenses and his grip tightens on my breasts. I feel his crowning moment as the fruits of his loins spill over into the hot depths of my wet cunt. My body writhes and thrashes with excitement as his final thrusts blend with the quivering sensations my body showers me with.

  We cum together and lay with our bodies entwined, the insistent rhythms of our bodies now depleted from our love making. Joseph rolls from between the quivering silkiness of my thighs and lowers himself to the bed. The hard slab of his stomach is rising and falling. It’s as if his god-like body has flown from the heavens to grace the earth with his presence.

  I wrap my arm over his broad chest and I pull myself closer to the warmth of his body. It’s just heavenly as my head rests against the muscles of his chest and he holds me tight.

  “I have a good feeling Joseph,” I say.

  “About?’ he asks.

  “All of this, not the Kingmaker dude, but you and me,” I explain. My eyes melt for him.

  “What makes you think that?” he says, looking down at me with a face that springs from a place of love.

  I raise my eyes, “Just call it a woman’s intuition,” I reply smiling.

  “I do hope you are right, everyone has worked so hard for what they want,” Joseph says, now giving me a dimpled smile.

  I feel his fingers running through my long hair, his touch is tender against my head. His masculine body now tamed from my love and sensuality.

  “I forgot to mention on the way home, we never carried on talking about that Operation Rotation. It was when I noticed the guy drinking coffee,” I say.

  “Yeah, but Owen says he has no answers regarding that, anyway.”

  I lean myself onto my elbow and look deeply into his eyes. “What do you know about it?” I ask.

  “All I know is, we somehow get rewired and our memories get frizzed, then we are given selected memories from each other and we take on that persona,” Joseph explains. I see the sadness in his eyes when he contemplates this as he speaks to me.

  I kneel up excited, I put my hands on his chest. “Now just listen to me yeah?” I ask. “I am not sure if I have got this right, I may have simplified it too much.”

  “I’m listening,” he says, looking at me curiously.

  “The theory for this happening only comes together if all three of you are in the same place together, correct?”

  “Yeah, as far as I can tell, we all have to be together (physically at the same time), or it is not possible,” he replies.

  “There’s the solution, we just make sure the three of you don’t go anywhere together,” I explain.

  “It can’t be that simple, surely not,” Joseph exclaims.

  “Think about it though, it may appear simple now because we know it is due to happen. Whereas before, you had no knowledge of it. So, you would just go, no matter where the three of you were. You would arrive, wherever and whenever, and bam the deed would be done.”

  Joseph sits up, I can see that he is thinking over the feasibility of what I have said.

  “This means we will have to be watched twenty-four seven if somehow it is programmed into us, or from implants. Fuck, I never considered us having an implant,” he says.

  “We need to get you scanned to check. Twenty-four-seven observation is needed for all of you. Even the club, you cannot be there together,” I say.

  Joseph scratches his head. “This seems like the hardest part of the whole thing, it will be like mental chess,” he says.

  A thought crosses my mind. “Just to make it more complicated, you stated in the barber shop to Ty and Beau, that at certain times you can read their minds, right?” I ask.

  “Yeah, on infrequent occasions,” he replies.

  “How about if, you don’t actually have to be together in any particular place?” I say. “Joseph… you might be that mental link that transfers the memories.” My eyes are now full of confusion. I hope I’m wrong.

  “I hope not, that makes things even more challenging,” Joseph says, puzzled.

  I shrug my shoulders. “Either way, the three of you can’t be together anytime soon. “But hey, look at the bright side… you can be with me, Wet Wednesday!”

  “Thank God for small miracles. Let’s go again, Wednesday girl!”

  “Keep doing that… ohhh!”

  Joseph

  “I need sleep. Sweet dreams baby girl.”

  After our final conversation of the evening, and some more naughtiness, we fell into a deep, peaceful sleep. It was surprising we could sleep at all, with the amount of information that was being dissected in our minds. We rose early and got ready to pay Bob a visit. Ty would not be there, so that was one problem out of the way for the morning.

  We arrive to see Cally in the courtyard waiting for us, she looks like the cheerful ‘girl next door’ that has a body for sin, just like my Stacey.Stacey gets out from the car and gives Cally a big hug.

  "We have so much to tell you," she says.

  "Come on inside, and then I will show you where Bob is," Cally says, with her biggest grin.

  We enter the warehouse. Stacey lo
oks around, her eyes light up.

  "Joseph, why don't you have, I mean why don't we have somewhere like this?" she asks.

  "Once all this is over, we will look into it," I reply, feeling married.

  "Cally, this is so cool, you have so much space. I feel free like this," Stacey comments.

  "It is different to living in rooms, that’s for sure," Cally replies.

  Stacey sits herself on the couch with Cally, and I examine the white board of Ty's. Cally says he has changed all the pictures from anything related to the Kisses drug which has now, (luckily) vanished from the streets. He has also replaced everything as it relates to The Kingmaker. There is a spider's web of pictures, joined by colored thread showing the links.

  I turn to Cally. "Yes, the thread was my idea, it makes things easier to read," she says.

  Stacey takes off her jacket and holds Cally's hand.

  "Important things first," Stacey says. "You, Shona and me, we have to ensure that these three hunks are not in the same place at the same time, even if it is a safe place," she says, with her eyes full of concern.

  "Why is that?" Cally asks, confused by the idea.

  "This Operation Rotation thing, we surmised last night, it can only work if the three of them are together at the same time," Stacey says plainly.

  "I see, so no vanishing acts in the middle of the night anymore?" Cally asks.

  "Exactly, even in the club, it is not safe for them to be there at the same time."

  I examine the board in more detail. I can hear Stacey telling Cally about the mental link I have with Beau and Ty which could be the trigger for the wiping of our memories.

  "So far, there is a character missing from this diagram that we know of," I say.

  "Who is that?" Stacey asks.

  "The coffee guy from last night," I reply. "The only thing is, I am not sure where he will go in the big picture." My mind doesn’t want to think about it anymore.

  I grab a post-it note and stick it to the board. I write, “Coffee Guy” and a large red colored question mark.

  "Next there is The Kingmaker, we will know of his whereabouts later today, hopefully once Ty returns. Also, he has his girlf..." Stacey starts to say. She looks at me, not sure if she’s supposed to tell Cally, yet.