Stimulation

by Kamilla Murphy

  The song was almost over when she recognized that the man and his companion, a petite yet well-proportioned black woman in a short leather skirt and silk blouse were checking her and Brad out.

  Jen and Elliot were breathless as the four of them returned to their table and ordered a new round of drinks. Brad smiled and said, “It was a slow dance. You two look like you’ve been doing something a bit more strenuous than dancing.”

  “Oh honey, remember that we never got to MY fantasy,” Jen said as she grinned impishly.

  Amy thought Elliot looked guilty of something. Perhaps he copped a feel of Jen out there on the dance floor, which in retrospect wasn’t so heinous since she made sure Brad held her ass as they danced. Jen probably saw them and was trying to make Amy jealous. At least that’s how she thought it went down, which was okay with her, especially if they went ahead with fulfilling Brad’s fantasy tomorrow as they planned. THAT might take care of her horniness.

  About a half-hour and one faster dance later, the black couple walked over to the quartet and said hello. “We’ve never seen you in here before,” said the man. “I’m Damian Moore and this is my wife Alexa. We love this place and hope you’re having as good a time as we always have.”

  Elliot introduced himself and the others. “We’re here on vacation,” and he told them where they were staying.

  Alexa’s mouth rounded in surprise at the couples’ introductions. “Wow,” she said, “the way you guys were dancing I would’ve sworn you were paired up differently.”

  “No, just dancing,” Brad said.

  “That wasn’t ‘just dancing’ in my opinion,” Damian said and laughed. “You folks looked too hot for just dancing, especially you two, and you’re not even married to each other,” referring to Brad and Amy who were sitting next to each other. Before anyone else spoke, he motioned toward a large empty booth at the fringe of the club. “Why don’t we gather our drinks and take over that booth so we can talk and get to know each other.”

  Nobody objected, least of all Amy whose mind was only focused on Damian and her fantasy, and so the group moved.

  Conversations revolved around everyone’s occupation and where all were from. Damian and Alexa were married, and both were in the fitness business; her an aerobics and yoga instructor and him a local gym owner and amateur bodybuilder.

  Amy, amazed that the big stud was indeed a gym dweller and an even better match to her fantasy, said “It shows,” and blushed when they both turned their attention on her and commented on her body. She quickly said, “Oh, I’m not the one with the body, that’s Jen. She’s the one that works out all the time.”

  Damian faced Elliot and said, “YOU must appreciate her curves though, don’t you, you lucky man?”

  “Of course I do,” he answered though uncomfortable with the way both were looking at them, like butchers sizing up sides of beef.

  After another round of dances, each with their spouse, Elliot suggested it was time to call it a night. Damian handed him a business card with an address and cell number on the reverse. “Why don’t the four of you visit us sometime before your vacation ends? Bring bathing suits since we have an indoor pool, or if you’d like to work out we have a full gym, of course,” he said while smiling. “Alexa and I work out in the nude but we won’t expect that.”

  Alexa quickly added, “Please visit. We’d love the company, and don’t let the big man here get you all nervous about the nude thing. We’re very accommodating.”

  Brad sensed the vibe more than the others and so he was the one to answer, “It sounds like fun. We’ll have to set something up in a couple of days,” he said as he pulled Damian’s card from Elliot’s hand.

  As they left the club all Amy worried about was whether she left a puddle back there in the booth. Later before going to bed she didn’t wait to press Elliot for sex, instead masturbating furiously to Damian’s mental image as she placed him squarely in her favorite fantasy. She didn’t care if anyone heard her.

  Same as the previous morning Amy was the first to rise. She brewed some coffee and once more donned a bikini, grabbed her book and went out to poolside. She tried to read but too many thoughts interfered with her concentration. One was Brad and his fantasy. The other was Damian—and hers. She gave up on reading and just about finished her coffee when Jen joined her, wearing gym shorts and a tube top.

  “How was your night? Okay, don’t answer that since I heard you jilling away last night in the bathroom.”

  “How about letting me borrow that ensemble if we do visit Damian and Alexa,” Amy said and then laughed at her evasive response.

  “If you wear this you’ll definitely be saying “fuck me” to the big guy. You really wanna do that?”

  “I’m ready for anything about now.”

  It was Jen’s turn to laugh. “Then I guess today will be the day we give Brad his thrill like we talked about. What do you say? Are you still game?”

  “Are you?” Amy said in return, thinking back to their hot mutual masturbation and how it had surprisingly affected her.

  Jen’s eyes answered for her. She was thinking about taking Amy to the next level but was afraid of mentioning the possibility and blowing the whole thing. All Amy saw was her bedroom eyes that radiated lust. Their trance was broken by Elliot’s appearance. He had his golf bag with him but today he wore something a bit more conservative than he had yesterday.

  Amy said to him, “What, no Bellhorn shirt?”

  I doubt that the Sawyer guys are Red Sox fans,” he answered.

  After he left, Jen said, “I’m going to shower. Maybe there’s no time like the present with Brad sleeping in like he’s doing.”

  “And then…”

  Jen laughed lightly, “Yes, and then.”

  “I’ll shower after you.”

  “Together?”

  “Let’s save it for the show, okay?”

  Jen showered and threw on a bathrobe before Amy climbed into the shower. Amy was tempted to masturbate away the horniness that last night’s encounter brought on, but turned her imagination’s focus on being in bed with Jen and the possibilities. She never considered being with a woman yet their impromptu playtime the day before had awakened something in her, and she was eager for a repeat, or perhaps more.

  Amy put on her own robe and went to her and Elliot’s bedroom. She picked up her book once more but again couldn’t concentrate enough to read more than a few sentences. Fifteen minutes or so later Jen slipped into the bedroom and with a finger at her lips to indicate quiet climbed onto the bed with her.

  Whispering, Amy said, “Is Brad gonna be watching?”

  Jen whispered, “He will in a few minutes. I teased him by saying that you were naked in bed and hinted that if the door was ajar he could sneak a peek.”

  “Will he go for it?”

  “He’s a man, right?”

  Jen made the first move. Unlike Amy she had no qualms about lesbian sex, recognizing her bisexuality since she was a teen. She casually opened the front of Amy’s robe and began caressing a breast. “With these beauties I could conquer the world,” Jen said with a hoarse chuckle.

  “I guess I can’t help but think the same way about your tight body and those amazing nipples of yours.” Amy had touched one of Jen’s nipples and it grew erect like a miniature cock. “I bet they’re more sensitive than mine and you like to have them sucked.”

  With a sly smile, Jen cooed, ‘Why don’t you find out?”

  Amy whispered again, “Do you think he’s looking now?”

  “Oh, who cares? I’m horny and so are you,” Jen replied as Amy tentatively placed her lips around one of her taut nipples. Unsure of herself, nonetheless Amy flicked her tongue against the nipple’s tip as she lightly sucked on it. Her hand kneaded Jen’s other breast at the same time and Jen began to moan in response. “Mercy! What damage that tongue and those lips could do to a woman!”

  Amy was slowly moving past her apprehension about sex with another woman as Jen respo
nded to her actions. She was ready to do the “damage” to which Jen referred. She was also ready to receive as well as give. For the moment all thoughts of Brad watching them had been wiped from Amy’s mind. Jen suddenly pulled away, tossed her robe aside, pushed Amy onto her back and climbed on top of her. The kiss was a shock to Amy but as Jen’s tongue located hers she responded with a throaty growl of pleasure. Each of them snaked a hand down to the other’s vulva and slid a finger into supreme wetness. They rolled over onto their sides but kept fingers, lips and tongues working. Jen had experience, but to Amy new doors to fulfillment were opening.

  Jen shuddered first, cooing, “…cumming…” though Amy couldn’t hear the rest because of the buzzing in her ears, not that it mattered. However, she did feel the increase in moisture emanating from Jen’s throbbing pussy.

  That’s when Amy’s urge to taste it overcame all remaining inhibitions. She moved around and this time it was she who pushed Jen onto her back and climbed on top. In a classic sixty-nine Amy’s tongue licked and spread Jen’s labia while Jen’s tongue went straight to her friend’s clitoris.

  Amidst much slurping and moaning, Brad stood at the slightly open door and watched the women bring each other to orgasm; dropping his pajama pants and energetically jerking off to his fantasy made flesh. Amy screamed first this time, and when she did Brad groaned and shot his load all over the doorjamb. Amidst Jen’s orgasmic sounds she heard the other and knew that Brad had fulfilled his desire for the time being. She knew he wouldn’t be satisfied for long, and that’s where she came in.

  Jen looked at the mostly closed door and said, “Okay, you can come in here now.”

  Brad had hastily pulled up his pants before sheepishly entering the room.

  “Did you like what you saw?” Amy asked while still coming down from the orgasm.

  Brad laughed and said, “Oh God, what do you think? I have some cleaning up to do out there in the hallway.”

  Jen asked lasciviously, “If it was that big a load why are you still hard?” as she pointed at his bulge. There was a round wet spot on his pants where his cockhead now rested inside. Brad wasn’t going to answer that one, since the reason—Amy’s tits—were right in front of him.

  Noticing where he was looking, it was Amy’s turn to laugh. “Now that you’ve seen me, how about I get to see you?”

  Jen echoed her, so Brad dropped his pants once more and proudly displayed his member still at attention. He said, “Now that you’ve made my day, let’s hit the hot tub.” As they walked naked to the Jacuzzi Amy couldn’t help but notice how Brad kept looking at her even as he tried to hide the fact.

  After firing up the Jacuzzi’s heat and jets, they climbed in with Brad between Jen and Amy. Jen said,” Okay sweetheart, I take it we successfully acted out your fantasy?”

  “Yeah, but that wasn’t the only one.”

  “Now that’s interesting. What other one?”

  “I was thinking about the time we went home for my uncle’s funeral and stayed at my sister’s house.”

  Jen blushed. “You’re gonna give away that secret?”

  “Well, you asked about fantasies and my sister didn’t you?”

  “It’s his younger sister, Connie, we’re talking about, not Sarah who was the one he spied on when he was a kid,” Jen explained for Amy’s sake before Brad launched into his story. Jen blushed throughout.

  “Like I said, we were staying at Connie’s house while home for the funeral. Connie had just gotten divorced and on the second night there Jen and I were in the guest bedroom when Connie came in to talk. Jen was getting ready for bed…and we all know she has no qualms about exposing herself to anybody,” he said while grinning and eliciting a groan of embarrassment from his wife. “Anyway, my sister noticed how aroused I was waiting for bed, since Jen here had been teasing me relentlessly before Connie came in. To make a long story short, Connie complained about how horny she was and I quote ‘The only man around is my goddamned brother,’ end quote. That’s like turning on a switch for this one,” looking at Amy and gesturing toward Jen. “She gets naked right there in front of Connie and makes a move on her. ‘I can take care of that need’ she says, and before you know it she and Connie are rolling around on the bed. My sister’s orgasmic wail was the loudest fucking one I think I ever heard!”

  “That’s so hot,” Amy said. “I’m sorry we didn’t live up to that scene today. If only I’d known I would’ve made more noise.”

  Jen laughed, “There’s nothing to be sorry about. See how hard he still is just thinking about us.”

  Indeed, Brad was rigid as Jen teasingly said to Amy, “Go ahead, touch it. He’s been dying to have you touch it ever since he saw you and me in your bed.”

  “Oh, I can’t… I shouldn’t…” Amy babbled, wanting to do it but unsure if Jen really wanted her to touch her husband or was simply teasing.

  Brad groaned, “Good, because if you do I think I’ll cum.”

  Jen said, “If that’s the case then I’m gonna get mine… shit, I need it,” and then began to straddle Brad while looking at Amy as if for approval, or was it a challenge?

  Amy’s breath caught before she managed to squeak out, “Oh yes, I want to see you two fuck!”

  Jen was true to her word that she needed it badly. She was lubricated enough that no amount of the hot tub water could stop her from sliding easily over and around her husband’s stiff member. While she bounced and swayed the water splashed like the ocean during a storm.

  “God, it’s not gonna take long!” she bellowed as she writhed.

  Amy was beyond hot, and it wasn’t because of the water temperature. When Brad turned his head to look at her, she melted into his side, rubbing her tits against him and at the same time meeting his lips. As they kissed, one hand was at her aching vulva while the other insinuated itself around the base of Brad’s cock and felt every one of Jen’s frantic pelvic thrusts.

  Jen suddenly yelled, “I’mmmm cummmminggggg… I’mmmmmmm cummmmmmmminnngg!”

  Amy felt every one of her friend’s orgasmic convulsions. Her finger work became more urgent until she groaned and came at the same moment her other hand felt Brad ejaculate. The three of them now moaned as one.

  Sated, they sat around in the roiling water and basked in both the inner and outer heat. Jen finally said, “That’s as close as you’re gonna get to settling that bet with Elliot.”

  She thought about the hot kiss they just shared and suddenly Amy got it. “You bet on ME?” Brad blushed and with a languorous grin admitted to Amy what the bet was. Amy’s mind was full of contradictory thoughts and emotions. On the one hand she was pissed that Elliot, even jokingly had made a wager where SHE was the winning bet. Yet she felt proud to know that another man desired her as Brad evidently did.

  Brad finally said, “You heard my boss, Amy. I won’t be cashing in on that bet.”

  Amy curled up against him again and whispered in his ear, “Too bad.”

  He stirred noticeably below the water line but neither Amy nor Jen commented on it.

  Chapter 4

  The ladies went for a jog in the early afternoon. They didn’t talk much as they ran, so when they stopped for water much of what they’d been thinking came rushing out.

  Jen said, “You’re not thinking about Brad and the bet anymore, are you?”

  Amy laughed and said, “Why do you ask? Are you offering him to me?”

  “Oh, it’s not so one sided, is it?” Jen said with one of her patented wry smiles.

  With everything said being questions, and nobody answering them, Amy couldn’t help asking another; “Weren’t you the one who had the fantasy of sleeping with MY husband?”

  “Are you suggesting a full swap, like swingers do?”

  Amy chuckled, “It’s not what I was thinking about, but on the other hand it does sound like lascivious fun.”

  “You’re serious!”

  “Partly. What I really keep thinking about is that couple we met at the club. That
man looked to be the perfect answer to my gym fantasy. You think he’s as big… you know… as the rest of him?”

  “You’re incorrigible. I hope Elliot gets past his stress and fucks you silly. You definitely need it.”

  “You are right, I need a man. So keep an eye on Brad. Remember, I’m becoming his fantasy,” Amy said with a grin.

  Jen suddenly wasn’t certain of her friend’s intention, and now regretted the morning’s fooling around and the way they turned her husband on. “I don’t have your fixation, but it would be fun visiting that couple.”

  “Then let’s talk to the guys and set it in motion.”

  After returning to the villa the ladies showered and adding to Brad’s continuing fantasy (he imagined that they showered together) they put on their skimpiest bikinis, mixed cocktails and lounged by the pool. Amy’s suit was the little black number that struggled to hold her breasts in check. Brad asked to join them, but his eyes were on Amy, and Jen, with newfound worry wasn’t enjoying it though she said, “It’s okay. We finished our girl-talk while jogging.”

  Brad hesitated but eventually asked, “We’re not gonna tell Elliot about this morning, are we?”

  “Why can’t I tell him?” Amy said. “Maybe I want to make him jealous.”

  “And what if HE decides to make YOU jealous?” Brad said to Amy while looking instead at his wife. He remembered Elliot’s fantasy while thinking of Jen’s teenager-like ass and hairless pussy. At the same time Jen easily imagined fueling her fantasy with Elliot.