Seth & Amber: 3 in 1 Edition (Exclusive Bonus Story) (A Seth & Amber Erotic Tale)

by Flamank, Nathan L.

  Seth was gripping her hips and lifting her up and down his cock, he was fucking her as hard as she had ever remembered and she was screaming incomprehensible words of abject pleasure. Amber pushed her breasts together and she saw that Mike and Naomi were watching, the couple were twined together on their knees as Amber orgasmed and Seth pulled her down once more on to his engorged cock and Amber felt him explode inside her; explode was the only way she could explain it, and she tightened her vaginal muscles as his cock pulsated inside her. Her climax lasted for what felt like ten minutes even though she knew that was impossible, as ridiculously clichéd as it sounded to Amber right then it felt as if time was expanding and stretching and she collapsed against Seth, her breasts crushed against his chest as he slid his hands up her back and over her shoulders and he held her tight as her climax continued to peak. Her whole body was shaking and she was covered in sweat. Amber lifted her head from Seth’s shoulder and kissed him; she kissed his bottom lip and told him that she loved him.

  ‘Right back at you,’ Seth replied.

  Amber collapsed against him once more and rested her forehead against his right shoulder as her body slowly began to quieten and go still.

  Finally Amber looked at Mike and Naomi and said, ‘I didn’t expect that.’

  Naomi chuckled, ‘I did, and that was an amazing two hours.’

  ‘Two hours?’ Amber said; she couldn’t believe so much time had gone by.

  *****

  Amber and Seth waved Naomi and Mike off, they stood in the drive until the car disappeared from sight and the automatic gates began to close. Seth turned to Amber and he picked her up in his arms, Amber laughed as he staggered back to the front door. He put her back down once he had the door closed behind them and Amber asked him if he wanted a beer.

  ‘Please, I could murder a cigarette too.’

  ‘Sounds good, meet you upstairs?’

  ‘Sure thing,’ Seth said and he headed up the spiral staircase.

  Amber opened the fridge and retrieved two bottles of beer. She closed the door; she retrieved a bottle opener from a drawer and discarded the lids in the bin. Amber straightened her dress and headed up the stairs.

  She found Seth stood out on the balcony and she joined him. The night was still; there was no breeze in the air and the snow that had been forecast had yet to fall.

  Amber gave Seth a beer and took the cigarette that he held out for her, he had already lit it and she inhaled deeply before turning her face up to the stars and she exhaled the smoke.

  She took a long pull on the beer and burped.

  ‘That went further than I’d expected.’

  Amber rested against Seth and he kissed the side of her head, he could smell the vanilla shampoo she had used to wash her hair a little while ago.

  Earlier, after their sex show there had been no awkwardness among the four friends, Seth had shown Mike and Naomi where the guest bathroom was and where the towels were located and then he and Amber had gone to the master bathroom and shared a quick soapy shower together. Seth had told Amber to put her silver dress and shoes back on once she was dry and then they had all met up back down in the kitchen. Seth made them all a coffee and Mike told Seth that he’d call in the week to book a time to talk business and after hugs all round Mike and Naomi had made their excuses and left for the night.

  Seth turned Amber to face him and she looked him in the eyes and she smiled and said, ‘I loved watching Naomi give you a blow-job.’

  Seth felt his face go red, to tell the truth, he was a little shocked that that had happened, and although he didn’t regret it he wasn’t sure how he felt about it, he’d been with Amber for so long that being with another woman had felt a little strange.

  Amber nudged him and said, ‘I wanted you to, you don’t feel bad or guilty or anything do you?’

  Seth sipped his beer and smoked his cigarette and then said, ‘I don’t, but I don’t want you regretting it later, that was all heat of the moment stuff, I don’t want it to have an effect on us later on down the road.’

  Amber put her bottle down on the railing and stroked Seth’s face, ‘Seth baby,’ she said softly, ‘I wouldn’t ever let anything like that happen, it was great, I don’t have any regrets or hang-ups about it, and I have to admit that watching Naomi get ‘spit-roasted’ by you and Mike was one of the most fucking arousing things I’ve ever seen.’

  Seth laughed, ‘I bet, and I have to admit that when he came all over your tits it turned me on.’

  ‘See, nothing to worry about,’ Amber picked up her beer and finished it off in one long pull, ‘in fact I almost forgot about our promise, I so wanted to see you fuck her.’

  The previous year they had agreed that they didn’t want for the other to have sex with someone else and now hearing Amber say that Seth looked at her and said, ‘I don’t want it to go that far, I might sound like a chauvinistic prick but I couldn’t handle it if you wanted Mike to fuck you, that would be it as far as I’m concerned.’

  Amber was shaking her head and again she stroked his face, she could see the look in his eyes and she realised that he had gotten totally the wrong idea.

  ‘Baby, no, I didn’t mean that, this isn’t me wanting to take things in a different direction. I absolutely, positively have no desire to fuck Mike or anyone else for that matter, I’ve told you a hundred times how I so wished that you were my first, I wanted to be a virgin with you, I couldn’t handle fucking someone else, I only want you.’

  Seth finished his cigarette and flicked the butt away, he lit another one and Amber realised that her husband was stressed and she had to quickly get things back to the way they were before her comment, ‘I mean baby, that I like the idea of watching you fuck Naomi, maybe the three of us, without Mike, watching your cock going in and out of Naomi’s mouth tonight sent tingles shooting through me so fuck knows what the sight of you actually fucking her would do to me.’

  Seth smiled and said, ‘I’m not sure how I’d feel about that.’

  Amber slipped her arms around Seth and rested her cheek against his chest, ‘I said it was an idea, think about it.’

  Seth kissed the top of her head, ‘I can’t see how a situation would arise where it would just be the three of us, and where would Mike be in this fantasy?’

  Amber tilted her face to look at Seth and she said, ‘I don’t know, just think about the concept, if you’re up for it at some stage let me know and I’ll worry about the logistics of it.’

  Seth flicked his half smoked cigarette in to the night and finished his beer; he put the empty bottle down next to Amber’s. He embraced her and slid his hands down her back, he let his hands slide over her ass and he gripped her buttocks through the material of the dress.

  ‘And if it doesn’t do it for me; then what?’

  Amber stroked his arms through his sweater, she smiled at him and said, ‘I get to keep you for myself,’ she giggled as she felt his hands slide beneath her dress and grasp her cold buttocks, she could feel his hardness pressing against her belly.

  ‘I’ll think about it,’ Seth said and he kissed her, Amber returned the kiss and she moved her hands down his chest and stroked him through his jeans.

  ‘Fancy another go around?’ Amber asked.

  ‘What I want right now,’ Seth said as he led her back inside the bedroom, he closed the French doors and pulled Amber towards the bed, he dropped back on to the bed pulling Amber with him, he gripped her ass as she grinned down at him. ‘What I want right now is for you to sit on my face.’

  Amber crawled up the bed and put her knees either side of Seth’s head, she looked down at him as she pulled her dress up over her body and she let it drop to the floor.

  Seth was stroking her ass and she could feel his warm breath between her legs and she said, ‘I like that idea,’ and she lowered herself down on to his waiting mouth, and outside snow began to fall once more.

  The End....

  School’s Out – an exclusive Bonus short story only a
vailable here.

  Seth Noonan was in another world; the words were flowing out of him that afternoon; the words came to him and they transferred via his speeding fingers to the computer in front of him, the rhythmic tapping of the keyboard a form of music, he couldn’t play a musical instrument if his life depended on it but when he was sat at the computer, the keyboard beneath his fingertips he felt like a composer and words were his melody. He was so in the zone that he was unaware of his surroundings and he didn’t even hear the telephone when it began to chirp on his desk.

  Amber smiled at her husband; he was engrossed in the new novel that he was putting finishing touches to, and the look of absolute concentration on his face; the way his eyes tended to scrunch and his brow wrinkle when he was really working on something special she found especially endearing. She answered the call from the extension on her desk.

  ‘Hello?’

  ‘Hey Amber, just checking that you’re both still on for this evening?’

  Amber smiled when she recognised their friend Maria’s voice, it was Maria’s husband’s birthday and they had been invited to the party that evening; a fancy dress affair at a local pub in Redruth. Originally it was going to be a surprise party like Seth’s had been the year before but it was Seth who had seen the impossibility of that: ‘How in the hell do we get him to dress-up if it’s supposed to be a secret?’ he had said and Maria had eventually agreed and so her husband Tiny was made aware of the party; Seth still had a surprise in store for his oldest friend though.

  ‘Absolutely, eight o’clock at the “Ivy Inn”, we’ll be there.’

  ‘Great, have you got your costumes figured out yet?’ Maria asked and the woman’s overt excitement made Amber smile even more.

  ‘Yeah we have but they’re not that original and I didn’t fancy Seth’s original suggestions.’

  ‘Which were?’

  Amber laughed, ‘Seth thought he’d go as Yosemite-Sam and that I could go as Foghorn-Leghorn.’ Maria’s laughter carried down the line, ‘I would have paid to see that.’

  Amber chuckled, ‘I shot that idea down in flames, we’ll see you there,’ Amber said and the two women said their goodbyes and Amber put the receiver back down and got up from her chair and walked along the office towards the exterior door that led out on to the wooden walkway that would take her across to the main house; one of the joys of having a home office was her closeness to the main house.

  Seth didn’t even acknowledge her nakedness as she passed by the back of his chair; whatever he was writing must have been good, Amber thought as she stroked his left shoulder with her fingertips before leaving the office and stepping out in to the warm late afternoon.

  Amber shielded her eyes against the sun and walked along the wooden walkway and on to the balcony, she opened the doors and headed in to their bedroom, she saw their costumes on the double bed and shook her head.

  ‘Totally unoriginal,’ she said aloud and then headed through to the bathroom. She took a quick pee, flushed and washed up before heading down to the kitchen.

  In the kitchen she put on a fresh pot of coffee and she leant back against the kitchen island and adjusted her hold-up stockings; so far, ever since she had agreed, Seth had not grown tired of seeing her in just hold-up stockings and high heels when they were at home or in the office. Today he had told her to wear a pair of black fishnet hold-ups and black five inch heels and as she finished adjusting the stockings she chuckled; if only her family and their friends knew what they got up to in private. ‘They’d be mortified,’ she laughed.

  For the last nine months Amber had agreed to be Seth’s sex slave-come-submissive and although she now knew through reading various books on the subject and trawling through pages on the internet that she wasn’t exactly a submissive in the truest sense and Seth, although he could be quite dominant when he wanted to be, wasn’t exactly the definition of a Master, their new relationship was working for them, and bit by bit they were getting there.

  Amber checked the time, a little after five o’clock and she went out through the front door and walked down the drive to the main gates; she opened the secure post box mounted next to the gates and collected the pile of mail that the postman had delivered earlier in the day. She locked the box and turned back to the house; she had no concerns about anyone walking by and seeing her all but naked, they lived in rural Cornwall, a tiny village called Illogan (pronounced E-Lug-Un), and their beautiful home was situated at the far end of the village, and really when it came down to it she didn’t really care if a passing dog walker did spy her.

  Amber clutched the mail in one hand and looked at the garden, the season had been good and she could see all the various flowers in bloom and she closed her eyes and inhaled the rich smell of the garden and she smiled again, she had a good life and she was thankful for it. Amber opened her eyes and bent over and pulled a weed from the flower bed near the front door and she was startled when she heard Seth say, ‘I’ll never get tired of a view like that.’

  Amber looked back over her shoulder as she pulled up a couple more of the intruding weeds and she smiled up at Seth where he leant on the wooden railing of the walkway that bridged the house and office. He was intently looking at her naked ass as he smoked a cigarette and she wiggled her butt playfully before standing up and heading in to the house. She discarded the handful of weeds in the kitchen composter and placed the mail down on the central island. Amber poured two mugs of coffee and added milk and sugar and then went up the spiral staircase to join her husband.

  *****

  Seth had a lit cigarette waiting for her when Amber joined him out on the balcony. Seth was sitting on one of the comfortable chairs looking out at the woodlands at the rear of their property and rather than take a seat near him she sat in his lap and rested her head back on his right shoulder. She put the two mugs of coffee down on the table and took the proffered cigarette. She closed her eyes and tilted her face up to the sun; she wanted to catch the last of its warmth before the sun set.

  Seth kissed the side of her face and reached forward and picked up his coffee, he took a couple of sips and said, ‘I’m almost done with the final revision, I should be able to send it the middle of next week.’

  ‘That’s great baby, your agent will be happy to hear that.’

  She could feel his eyes peering down at her large exposed breasts and she smiled again. In the almost eleven years that they had been together, almost eight married, she couldn’t remember a time where she smiled so much or so readily; ever since she had come on board as Seth’s manager her “happiness quotient” had shot through the roof.

  ‘What time are we leaving?’ Seth asked and Amber could hear the note of distaste in her husband’s voice: he didn’t like Redruth and they very rarely ventured in to the dying town three miles away, it was Seth’s home town and it held a lot of bad memories for Seth but for Tiny’s birthday he’d make an exception.

  ‘We have to be at the pub for eight, leave here at about seven thirty?’

  Seth nodded his head and finished his coffee. He lit a fresh cigarette from the butt of the one in his mouth before stubbing the dead one out in an ashtray on the table.

  ‘I know you hate Redruth Seth but we’ll be alright, everyone’ll be at the pub, it will be good to catch up with them all.’

  ‘I haven’t got a problem with that, I just hate that town, there’s nothing there anymore apart from a half-decent cinema and the “Penventon” hotel, it’s such a depressing town, and going back there now just brings up memories I’d rather not dwell on.’

  Amber nudged him with her elbow. ‘Not all bad, our first flat was in Redruth.’

  ‘I know, that aside nothing good ever happened there for me.’

  Amber drank her coffee and stubbed out her cigarette, she stood up and said, ‘I need to get ready,’ she held her hand out and Seth took it in his and she helped him up. ‘Come on baby before you get all depressing,’ she said the remark in an off-hand way but she knew how he
brewed on things and she didn’t want him getting himself worked up.

  ‘Besides,’ she said, ‘I like seeing some of the places where you and Tiny, Andrew, Simon and Kathy and the others used to play as kids.’

  ‘It wasn’t all play,’ Seth said softly to her retreating ass.

  *****

  Seth reversed the Audi out of the garage and flicked the remote and the garage door lowered once more. He pulled the car in a wide circle so that the passenger side was aligned with the front door. While he was waiting for Amber he slipped a CD in to the car’s music system and keyed the track he wanted and pressed pause.

  The front door opened and he watched as Amber set the alarm and then locked up, two exterior lights lit the area in front of the door and he looked at his wife as she walked down the two steps and towards the car: she looked stunning, even if she was wearing a garbage sack he’d think she was stunning, there was something about his wife, not just her physical appearance, but her inner self, was it her soul, her light? He didn’t know the right word; all he knew was that there was something inside Amber that radiated beauty and grace.

  Amber opened the door and got in to the car; she closed the door and fastened her seat belt. She smiled at him.

  ‘You look handsome...dapper.’

  ‘The name’s Bond...James Bond,’ he said in a terrible impression of Sean Connery.

  Amber laughed at him and patted his left thigh through the black trousers of the dinner suit that he was wearing.

  Seth let his gaze work up her body before settling on her eyes and he said, ‘Amber is it wrong that I have a huge hard-on seeing you dressed like that?’

  Amber laughed. ‘Nope, I guess every man has fantasised about fucking his school teacher.’

  When Amber had heard about the fancy-dress element of the party her insides had shrivelled up; she didn’t like playing dress up (unless it was for Seth or in the privacy of their home), and she had been very unoriginal in her costume choices (there was no way that she would have gone as Foghorn-Leghorn), and she had told Seth he could go as James Bond, ‘It’s an easy costume,’ she had said at the time, ‘all you need is a damn smart dinner suit’, and she had decided to go as a school teacher, again lacking in originality but she had to admit that she looked mighty fine, and judging by the bulge in Seth’s pants he was in total agreement.