Total Abandon

by Opal Carew

  “Make love to me. Now.”

  He kissed her, then grabbed her hand and tugged her with him along the deck, away from the sliding doors. He led her around the corner of the cottage, then down the stairs. A wooden picnic table sat on the stone patio beside the building. Although it could be seen from the kitchen window, it was not visible from the living room, where Aimee and Craig probably still sat, immersed in each other. And the kitchen light was off. Of course, they could still be watching, and that possibility actually added to Sandra’s excitement.

  This whole idea of the list had turned on some eager adventurer inside her.

  She stripped off her jeans and her tank top and sat on the picnic table, her feet on the bench seat. James’ eyes glittered as she reached behind her and unfastened her bra. She stripped it off, then tossed it onto the table beside her.

  “You are gorgeous.” He stood in front of her and reached for her breasts reverently. His hands covered her hot mounds and her nipples pressed into his palms.

  She almost groaned in need. He stroked her for a few moments, then he knelt on the bench seat and licked the tip of her hard nipple. Intense pleasure rippled through her.

  “Oh, yes.” She stroked her fingers through his dark wavy hair and held him close.

  He sucked. Tingles danced through her, right to her core, and she moaned. He moved to her other nipple and sucked, sending her head spinning, while he stroked her abandoned, wet nipple with his hand. Her insides tingled with need. She felt the wetness pooling inside her.

  She released his head and tucked her fingers under the elastic of her panties and wriggled as she shifted them downward, still under the onslaught of his talented mouth. Still sucking her hard nub in his mouth, he stroked down her stomach and between her legs. When his fingers glided along her slit, she moaned.

  He released her nipple and grinned at her. “You do want me.”

  “Oh, God, yes.” She stroked over his pants, then grabbed his cock. “Right now.”

  He shifted to his feet while her hand continued to stroke his long cock.

  “Well, a gentleman never keeps a lady waiting.”

  He pressed his hands to her waist and turned her ninety degrees. Her legs dangled over the edge of the table and he pulled her panties the rest of the way off, then stepped toward her, positioning himself between her thighs.

  She sucked in a deep breath. This was really going to happen. The first time she’d made love with a man … at least, face-to-face … for well over a year.

  He stroked her slit, sending thrills soaring through her. Then he flicked her clitoris and she groaned. He wrapped his hand around his cock and positioned it against her wet opening. It seemed poised there forever.

  “Please,” she whimpered. “Do it.” She needed him so badly.

  The broad smile on his face turned tender and he eased forward. His cock glided inside her. Stretching her. Filling her.

  She sucked in a deep breath as his cock pushed deeper. Her need rocketed out of control. She wrapped her calves around him and pulled him tighter against her. Long and hard. Her inner passage adapted to his large cock. She squeezed internal muscles, thrilling at the feel of his hard flesh inside her.

  Waves of dizziness wafted through her. She wrapped her arms around his strong shoulders. Could it be she was this close to orgasm already? She could almost believe that even the slightest movement would—

  He kissed her, then drew back and glided into her again. Pleasure swelled through her. He drew back and thrust again. She clung to him and moaned as intense desire merged with potent pleasure. Rocketing through her. Carrying her to a special place of heightened awareness and crystal clear feelings. She gasped and electrical sensations sheared across her nerve endings as she plummeted into ecstasy.

  James continued to thrust into her, his big cock stroking her pleasure on and on. Hot liquid erupted inside her and he groaned. Still he thrust.

  The intensity of her pleasure eased, flowing to a sense of joyful contentment. She dropped her head against his chest and sighed. He stroked her hair, then gently down her back. Then he just held her. For several long moments they stayed like that, in the warmth of the night, in each other’s arms.

  Finally, she drew back. “Thank you.”

  “I think that’s my line.” He kissed her forehead and smiled. “You are something else. I don’t think I’ve ever met a woman who is so responsive.”

  She smiled as she grabbed a handful of his shirt and pulled him toward her for a kiss. His lips met hers and she thrust her tongue inside his mouth, just as his cock was still snuggled inside her.

  What had just happened had been incredible … ecstatic … orgasmic. This man was sensational. But, as her body calmed from its joyful high and coherent thought set in once again, she realized something very important.

  James was not her Fantasy Stranger.

  Nine

  Sandra climbed the deck steps as James went to grab some wood for the fireplace from the pile at the side of the cottage. It was a warm evening, but he’d suggested that a fire would be cozy and romantic.

  She opened the sliding door and stepped into the cottage, her mind running over what had just happened with James. If he wasn’t the one who’d played her Fantasy Stranger last night, it must have been Craig. A man she hardly knew.

  Her ex-husband had been the only man she’d ever made love with before this weekend had started. She’d only ever been with one man. Now, in the space of twenty-four hours, she’d tripled that number.

  Her cheeks burned at the thought of facing Craig now that she knew he was—

  At a muffled sound, her head spun toward the couch. Her cheeks burned hotter as she saw Craig’s bare, well-sculpted ass and Aimee on the couch in front of him, naked from the waist up, her lips wrapped around Craig’s cock.

  “Oh, my God. I’m sorry.” Sandra cupped her hand beside her face like a blinder and averted her gaze.

  Aimee laughed. “Don’t worry about it, honey. You already saw us do everything yesterday morning anyway.”

  It was true—the memories of watching them coupling on the swim raft quivered through her—but this felt more intimate. She’d walked in on them when they’d been expecting privacy.

  Or had they? They could have gone into Craig’s bedroom. Maybe they liked the idea of being caught, too. Maybe they’d even been watching James and Sandra while they’d made love outside.

  The thought of them watching while James had glided his cock inside her sent a tingle of excitement through her. She glanced at the couple, Aimee sitting on the couch, Craig standing in front of her, the delightful tiger tattoo encircling his arm just as Aimee’s fingers encircled his big erection. Aimee smiled in Sandra’s direction. Sandra’s gaze locked on the big hard shaft in Aimee’s hand.

  Even though Sandra had just made love with James, hormones flooded through her. Like a starving woman at a feast, she licked her lips. She remembered what that cock had felt like in her mouth. What it had felt like gliding inside her.

  Aimee smiled broadly. “Honey, why don’t you come over here? This cock is so big and hard. I could use some help.”

  Sandra nibbled her lower lip, but found herself drifting toward the couch, her gaze glued to Aimee’s hand moving up and down Craig’s long shaft. When Sandra reached the couch, she settled down beside Aimee, her gaze still locked on Craig’s erection. Finally, she tugged her gaze free, then allowed it to stray upward, along his tight, hard abs, along his sculpted, bulging chest muscles, to his face, his lips turned up in encouragement.

  Aimee took Sandra’s hand and guided it to Craig’s cock. As soon as her fingertips touched the hot kid-leather skin, she stroked lightly, then wrapped her fingers around his shaft. Aimee smiled and licked one side of the cock. Sandra couldn’t help herself. She leaned forward and dragged her tongue along the erection, too.

  “What’s going on here?”

  At James’ voice, Sandra lurched back. Her gaze locked on his, but he just smiled.r />
  “That’s pretty hot.” He closed the deck door behind him and walked to the chair across from the couch and sat down. “Mind if I watch?”

  Aimee winked at Sandra, then leaned close to the base of Craig’s cock and wrapped her mouth around the side of his shaft, then began to glide along his length. Sandra glanced at James, then back to the hard cock in front of her, heat spiraling through her as she watched Aimee’s mouth move on it. Sandra leaned forward and wrapped her lips around the other side of Craig’s cock, then mirrored Aimee’s movement.

  Up and down they moved, warming Craig’s shaft with their mouths. He felt incredibly hard beneath Sandra’s lips. As their mouths moved toward his cockhead, she tucked her hand under his balls. Aimee followed suit and Sandra shifted her hand so they each cradled one ball. When they reached his cockhead, they continued upward, Sandra following Aimee’s movements, then their lips met. Aimee’s hand cupped Sandra’s head and she drew her closer, pressing her lips to Sandra’s. Sandra had never felt a woman’s lips on hers before. They were so soft and delicate.

  Craig’s cock twitched in her hand. Aimee giggled as she released Sandra’s mouth.

  “It gets a guy every time. They love watching women kiss.”

  “Among other things,” Craig responded, his voice tight.

  “Yeah, yeah, we know, sweetie.” Aimee swallowed Craig’s cockhead and her cheeks hollowed.

  She guided Sandra’s hand to his balls and Sandra gently massaged them as Aimee glided down on Craig’s cock, swallowing him whole, despite his generous length. Fascinated, Sandra watched Aimee glide up and down, taking him deep into her mouth. As Sandra stroked Craig’s tightened balls with one hand, her other stroked over his hard tight ass.

  Craig groaned and spasms shuddered through his body. His hard butt cheeks clenched under her touch. Finally he relaxed and Aimee glided away, releasing his cock from her mouth. She smiled, then winked at James.

  “Sandra, I think James might be ready for some action, but Craig will need a little help.” Aimee’s fingers curled around Sandra’s arms and she drew her forward. “Willing to encourage him?” Aimee tucked her fingers under the hem of Sandra’s tank top and started rolling it up.

  “Um … I don’t know.” Goose bumps flashed across Sandra’s skin as Aimee’s fingers glided along her bared rib cage, then brushed underneath her breast.

  Aimee pushed the top above Sandra’s breasts and ran her hands over them. Then she reached around behind Sandra and released the bra hooks. Seconds later, Sandra sucked in a breath at the feel of Aimee’s fingers gliding over her puckering nipples.

  A woman’s touch was so different from a man’s. Light and delicate. Aimee leaned forward and brushed her lips over Sandra’s nipple, then sucked it into her mouth while probing with her tongue. Heat rushed through Sandra. She tugged the tank top over her head and tossed away the bra, then leaned back on the couch. She couldn’t believe Aimee’s touch could excite her this much, not to mention the hot gazes of both men watching them with steamy intensity.

  Aimee sucked deeply and Sandra cried out in delight. Aimee’s hands stroked down her ribs, sending tremors through her … past her navel … then paused at the waistband of her jeans. Would she really go that far to excite the men? Would Sandra let her?

  Aimee sat up and grinned at Sandra, then dropped back against the couch. Sitting there with her naked breasts peering at Sandra, Aimee winked.

  Sandra stared at Aimee’s round, firm breasts. She knew exactly what Aimee wanted. For Sandra to continue the show. Glancing at Craig’s now semirigid cock, she could see the plan was working like a charm.

  She stroked Aimee’s shoulder-length, layered blonde hair behind her ear, then allowed her hand to glide down Aimee’s chest. Pausing beside her breast, Sandra gazed at the dusky pink puckered nipple, then ran her finger over it. Aimee drew in a breath, then arched her chest forward.

  What would it feel like in her mouth? She ran her fingers over the hard nub, then leaned forward and kissed the white flesh around the aureole. She ran the tip of her tongue over the pebbled flesh, then around the hard bead in the center. She licked it and sucked a little. Aimee drew in a deep breath and her hand curled around Sandra’s head, her fingers forking through her long hair. Sandra moved to Aimee’s other nipple and stroked it with her tongue, then sucked.

  “Damn, you two are so fucking hot,” Craig said, his voice strung taut.

  Aimee grasped Sandra’s face and drew it toward her own. Her mouth locked on Sandra’s in a passionate kiss. Aimee sat up and pressed her tongue into Sandra’s mouth, swirling it deep. Then Sandra pulled Aimee to her feet. Aimee unbuttoned her jeans and pushed them down. Her thong went next. She was totally shaven.

  Sandra glanced at Craig, his hand around his fully erect cock, then at James, also sporting a huge erection. She smiled, then shed her own jeans and undies. Aimee sat on the couch and tugged Sandra down beside her.

  “How about we switch partners?” Aimee suggested, staring straight at James.

  Sandra glanced at Craig and he smiled broadly. Sandra nodded, wanting to feel that big cock inside her again. Craig dropped to his knees in front of her and stroked her breasts as James shed his clothes and strode toward the couch. Sandra stroked a finger along the sexy tiger tattoo on Craig’s bicep.

  “Beautiful.” Craig lifted her breasts in his hands, then leaned forward and captured her nipple in his mouth.

  She clutched his head to her breast, enjoying the feel of his tongue lapping over her sensitive bud. Beside her, James gave similar attention to Aimee’s breasts. Heat pulsed through her at the combination of visual and tactile stimulation.

  Aimee cried out. Sandra glanced across to see James’ head moving over her groin. Craig’s mouth moved downward, then his tongue lapped at her clit and she gasped. His fingers parted her wet folds and slid inside her as his tongue probed her sensitive nub. She clung to his head, his hair coiled around her fingers, as pleasure swelled inside her.

  Then he stopped.

  Her eyelids popped open and she stared at his grinning face. Then his fingers moved inside her again, and his tongue teased her clit. The pleasure built again, bringing her close to the abyss … then he stopped again.

  Leaning against the back of the couch, sucking in air, she longed for completion.

  Aimee gasped, then clutched James’ head, stopping him. “Wait.”

  James stared at her with a questioning look.

  “I want to watch you and Craig both fuck Sandra.” Aimee smiled at James. “Just keep a little for me afterward, okay?”

  James smiled and glanced at Sandra. She turned her gaze to Aimee.

  “I don’t know…”

  “Look, not full-on or anything.” Aimee winked. “If they did that, James wouldn’t be able to hold back.”

  Sandra glanced at Craig, his big cock pointing straight at her, then at James, his cock, even longer, but not as thick.

  Oh, God, both of them. That would be … sensational.

  Sandra took a deep breath, then nodded.

  Craig smiled, then pressed his cock against her slick opening. He dragged his cockhead over it, then pushed forward. Slowly, the corona pushed inside her, stretching her. She grasped his shoulders and he glided all the way inside. She groaned at the exquisite feel of his big hard shaft deep inside her.

  “Oh, doll, you are so hot around me.” Craig drew back and surged forward again.

  Sandra clung to his shoulders as pleasure swelled through her. He stroked again and she arched forward to meet him.

  Then he withdrew. Her eyes widened.

  Craig moved back and James positioned himself in front of her. He stroked her wet slit with his fingers, then pressed his cock against her. He surged forward in an immediate deep thrust. She lifted her hips, meeting him head-on. He thrust several times, then pulled out. Craig returned, his cock driving deep again.

  Pleasure built, then eased … built, then eased … as the two men shared her. Driving their cock
s into her time and time again. Beside her, Aimee stroked her own breast with one hand, and with her other she pushed fingers inside herself.

  Craig pushed into Sandra again. As he pumped his cock into her, the pleasure increased in intensity. He pulled out and James pressed against her. At his second thrust, she knew she wouldn’t last much longer no matter what they decided to do to delay her. She sucked in air as intense sensations flared. James pulled out and she feared she’d come on the spot, with no hard cock to squeeze on. Then Craig pushed inside. She grabbed his shoulders and pulled him tight to her body.

  “Fuck me hard,” she demanded.

  He chuckled and thrust faster. When he slowed, she wrapped her legs around him and arched forward.

  “Make me come. Now!”

  He leaned in and kissed her. “You bet.”

  He thrust. Deep. Hard.

  Fast.

  She gasped as pleasure pummeled her insides. It swelled to a cacophonous crescendo, then burst through every cell in her body, exploding in pure ecstasy. Craig groaned, then she felt him stiffen and erupt inside her.

  Sandra fell back against the couch cushions, and Craig fell into her arms. She held him close as James pushed into Aimee beside her. He thrust and Aimee moaned. Both climaxed within moments.

  As Sandra slumped there, Craig resting against her, her arms around his massive shoulders, Aimee and James gasping for breath beside them, she sighed. What an incredible experience.

  The only problem was, she still didn’t know for sure which man was her Fantasy Stranger.

  Ten

  Sandra took Craig’s hand and he drew her to her feet and into a solid hug.

  He smiled broadly. “That was something else.”

  He gave her another kiss before he released her. James kissed Aimee, then took Sandra in his arms and kissed her soundly.

  Sandra picked up her clothes and dropped them on the couch, then pulled on her panties and her jeans. She sat down and gazed at Craig, who was giving Aimee a passionate kiss, then at James.

  One of these two men was her Fantasy Stranger.