Come Home With Me: Part 2 (Erotica / Couple Play / Menage / Food Play)

by Laura Cooper

  Come Home with Me: Part 2

  by

  Laura B. Cooper

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  Come Home with Me: Part 2

  Copyright © 2011 by Laura B. Cooper

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  About the Author

  I obsess over all things naughty and spontaneous. Growing up in the deep Romantic South, I was raised in a prominent family who prided themselves on their ability to appear normal to other socialites.

  Straying from my historical roots, I learned to find pleasure within the secret world of swinging. In the eyes of those who see me in the luxurious downtown Charleston shops, I am the typical southern woman. In the eyes of those who know me best, I am a sensual creature who thrives on spontaneous sexual adventures.

  My motto is that it is best to try anything at least once; if i derive pleasure from the experience, then I add it to my repertoire of erotic journeys.

  For years I have kept track of my various exploits in several purple spiral bound notebooks. It was on the urging of my husband that some of be released for public enjoyment. Actual occurrences are often further expanded on by descriptions of the locations in which they happened, otherwise all stories are fairly true to fact.

  I enjoy sensual “treats,” as I call them, with women and men. But the thrill comes from spontaneity. With every moment of my life having been planned and executed to the minutest detail, I find a rush in the unexpected. Fondest locations have been bank ATM enclosures, downtown Charleston alleyways, the bow of yachts docked in the harbor, and even a fire truck.

  When I am not writing about my naughty adventures, I maintain the appearance of structure. With two children in college, I now have time to explore avenues that were previously filled with family life. My husband and I now reside outside the city limits of Charleston with my rescued dogs and a cat.

  When I’m not delving between the legs of my “treats,” I also enjoy paranormal investigations, interior design, and helping homeless animals.

  Remember “the Queen of Diamonds will beat you if she’s able; the Queen of Hearts is always your best bet.”

  Laura

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  Hot Tub

  Exhausted from my trip to check on the boys and retrieve another bottle of wine from the cooler in the media room, I stopped at the bathroom to check my appearance. No harm done I noticed as the mirror reflected a new gleam in my eyes that surely came from the hard fucking that I had just received from Chris and his best friends.

  Grabbing the bottle of wine, I headed back to the hot tub. As I opened the back door, what I saw captured my attention immediately. Prissy was perched on the side of the hot tub, lying back onto the concrete deck with Belinda between her legs. So much for Connor’s prim and perfect wife I thought, and then I noticed with her ass in the air and her head lusciously licking Prissy’s tight little pussy the “Tramp Stamp.” Still red from it’s obviously recent addition to her lower back. I laughed at my clear ignorance at the thought that Belinda could be anything less than a slut while married to Connor. I suppose I had been far too engrossed in moving and arranging my new life to notice her induction into our “club.”

  I walked towards the women who were too wrapped up in their own enjoyment to notice my arrival. I sat the wine down on the side of the hot tub and unhooked my bra still soaking from the men’s cum. Climbing in I sat back and rested my head against the side, letting the warm water rinse the cum from my body and letting my muscles rest with the warm water flowing across my breasts. I kept a keen eye on the women in front of me and eventually saw Prissy’s back arch against the pavement as she came under Belinda’s careful lips. Prissy finally sat up and slid back into the water. She clutched Belinda with great tenderness and the two women kissed until we heard Roger and Karen’s laughter heading our way.

  I looked up at the couple striding towards the hot tub and smiled. They both looked as satisfied as the rest of us did, well… all of us except Belinda whose hand was between her legs rubbing her own clit.

  “Karen! Roger! Just in time, our friend here is in need.” I said gesturing towards Belinda who was sitting beside Prissy in the hot tub.

  Roger surveyed the scenario and instantly took over for us. “Belinda if you will come with me please.” His hand reached to assist her in climbing from the hot tub. He directed her towards the double chaise lounge on the back porch of the house. Laying her gently on her back, he dropped his shorts onto the floor beside her. He presented his cock to her face for approval.

  As a true “Tramp Stamp” member, she eagerly took it into her mouth. Prissy, Karen, and I climbed to the porch from the hot tub deck and sat across from them in opposing lounges. We watched as Roger’s cock hardened and he pulled it from her mouth. Roger really preferred fucking pussy more than anything, so he climbed between her legs. I looked over at Prissy and Karen, and saw their heads nodding their approval.

  The three of us moved in unison as we assumed various locations over Belinda’s body. Prissy and Karen would take breasts, and I would take her pussy. It wasn’t a matter of preference, rather of where we ended up as we moved over her. Each of us kneeling over her, we moved pillows under our knee’s to protect us from concrete scrapes. I forced my head underneath Roger and pushed my tongue to lick her pussy and his cock at the same time. Each time he moved in or out my tongue swarmed his cock. I licked her lips, noticeably drawn tight around his dick, keeping the area wet with my saliva and giving both an added sensation while they fucked. Prissy and Karen both had their hands on her clit and were massaging her just above Roger’s cock going in and out of her.

  To take her further, I slid one finger into her ass which was soaking from her pussy juice mixed with Roger’s pre-cum and my saliva. The addition caused her to scream, and I was instantly not sure if I was causing her pain. As my mind went back to my own “Tramp Stamp” training, I thought no way. This ass has been fucked before, of that I was sure. I continued licking their joined cock and pussy and gently thrust my finger into her ass until it was apparent that Belinda was going to come. She moaned loudly as her orgasm overtook her. I tasted Roger’s familiar cum as it dripped from her pussy onto my lips.

  Each of us slowly found our way back to the hot tub, smiling. Belinda was glowing with her recent orgasm as she lowered herself back into Prissy’s waiting arms.

  Dinner

  The game had just ended. We lost 21 to 7, and Chris was not a happy camper. I suggested showers and for everyone to rest and get cleaned up. We were all standing in the foyer when the door bell rang. Everyone looked at each other as if some unexpected guest murderer was at the door. I had to laugh at their expressions as I stepped to the door to let Christie in.

  Christie was not only a caterer, but also a fully fledged member of the “Tramp Stamp Club.” Members made every attempt to utilize each other’s businesses as often as possible, and I had the foresight to hire Christie to prepare our evening meal. She was a fantastic caterer
and chef, so this wasn’t a favor of any sort. Besides, I had a special request that only Christie could fulfill.

  I let her in and introduced her, although I had the impression that the men and at least Karen were already well aware of who she was. Christie quickly assessed each of us, and I directed her to the kitchen and explained how I needed the food arranged. I urged the men to shower and head to the garage to inspect Chris’s new project. He had bought the 1965 Mustang 2 + 2 Fastback for me as an anniversary gift, now having the garage space to actually work on something of that caliber.

  I led the women towards the guest bathrooms on the second floor explaining along the way that we needed to get cleaned up as quickly as possible because dinner couldn’t be served without us. Twenty minutes later, the women were gathered back downstairs. Clearly a record for any woman to be prepared for the evening, but since clothing was not needed that eliminated a great deal of time. Hence, at 7 pm all four of us stood naked in my kitchen.

  Christie was wonderful, and had a delicious plan for our husbands, as well as Josh and Roger who would join us for dinner. First, she arranged Karen on the kitchen counter. We all laughed knowing that it wasn’t the first time today that Karen had found herself on top of my counter. Prissy, Belinda and I watched in awe as Christie carefully arranged crackers, pate, and cheese in little cubes over Karen’s body. Artistic would be the only word that describes her work. Her breasts were spread with long thin crackers in the shape of flowers, their centers were her nipples. Lines of “stems” were made of pate and her pussy was carefully decorated as leaves on the flower. Further lines of pate strung down her legs and branched into roots which included each of her manicured toes. It was all I could do to not start snacking on her right then!

  We followed Christie into my living room where Prissy was arranged on the coffee table in similar fashion, except her body was almost entirely decorated with mashed potatoes, gravy and macaroni and cheese. I could almost hear what Chris’s thoughts would be in my mind when he saw this. He would spend hours over her body I was sure. She looked amazing though; she appeared as an entire arrangement of flowers with macaroni shaped into roses, and her pussy holding a deep container of gravy. Mashed potatoes streamed down her stomach and thighs.

  Through to my media room, Belinda and I followed Christie and her platters of treats. Christie arranged Belinda on the air hockey table. She was desert and was arranged as a flowing mountain of chocolates.

  “Wait now I have to be a part of this!” I gestured towards the delicious sliced fruits and lines of white and dark chocolates that were being drawn across Belinda’s naked body.

  Belinda smiled and said, “It would appear that I am the fortunate one here. If I am desert, then everyone will be finished by that time and can snack on me at their leisure!”

  It occurred to me that she was totally right. We would all be able to enjoy her décor and fruits so to speak.

  When Christie was finished turning Belinda into the Swiss mountain of chocolate wet dreams, she led me into my dining room. “I take it that I am to be the entrée?” I smiled at Christie.

  “Yes. You are now to lie down in the center of the table.” Christie was so businesslike, but I knew that later she would be enjoying the pleasures of her efforts along with everyone else. She arranged me with various meats. I will never view steak, chicken or caramelized onions in the same way I thought to myself as the onions were strung in layers around my nipples. I struggled to see the design she was forming on my body but it felt great being arranged. The supple feel of the warm meats and onions made my nipples rise to the occasion instantly. I was apparently an abstract of art, much like a painting for Christie, and she spent so much time fiddling with each aspect of my body that I felt my pussy getting wet. At last, she made a few final touch ups and walked out of the room leaving me alone staring up at my chandelier.

  I heard the men come back in through the kitchen door and heard their voices as they exclaimed the sight of Karen on the kitchen counter. Christie would follow them as they finished each course and remove the food from each woman allowing her to proceed to the next course with the men.

  After about fifteen minutes, I heard them move into the living room. Again appreciation for Christies work abounded. I could hear what was going on clearly, but Christie had placed cucumbers with delicately tied pieces of hibachi steak on top of them on top of my eyes so that I couldn’t open them. It would add to the excitement I was sure. I heard someone come into the room, and then felt someone licking the sauces that decorated my right arm. It was a strange feeling but I couldn’t help but notice that something was intrinsically wrong here. I called out to Chris to come immediately. Shuffling across the floor told me that several of them were headed my way. They stood in the doorway laughing, the licking stopped immediately on their entrance. It was Josh who spoke first, “Uh, sorry Laura, I guess Spike thought you looked tasty too!”

  “Oohhh…come on guys, that’s disgusting. Get that dog outside before he drools all over me!”

  Not swayed by the boxer drool on my arm, the men, Karen, Prissy and Christie went to work devouring my treats. My toes were being sucked one by one; the shivers went up my spine in tiny ripples that sent a direct lightening rod into my groin. The hibachi style cuts of steak and chicken were being picked up by lips then drug through the lines of various sauces that covered me. My entire body was now one big goose bump of intense excitement. Lips were touching me everywhere, a tongue was penetrating my belly button which was filled with a cream sauce, my clit was being licked, and even my eyes became free as the appetizers were eaten from their lids. “This gives a whole new meaning to feeling like you are a piece of meat!” I said as my company finished dining from my body.

  As the rest moved on to find Belinda, Christie stayed back and gently removed all of the remaining food from my body. I was aching with desire, every inch of me was screaming to come. Christie gently wiped me down with a damp washcloth; the rough feel of the terry cloth against my skin only intensified my all over desire. I would normally have felt cold having the wet cloth rubbed all over me, but my inner furnace was set to blaring heat and nothing but an orgasm was going to turn it down to a reasonable level.

  Christie helped me from the table and led me to the room where I found my friends and my husband licking chocolates from Belinda’s overly well proportioned form. Her large breasts were in Chris’s mouth and he had chocolate smeared across his face as he looked up to motion me to join him. I immediately noticed that Christie and Josh stayed at the side of the room talking to one another with great interest. That would be a good match I thought as I strode to join my husband in licking Belinda’s breasts. Our tongues intermingled as we bent over to share her giant mountains, it was a confusion of kisses and passion that led us to move around Belinda kissing each other deeply amidst the chocolate that now covered both of our faces. We were licking each other’s faces and probing our tongues deep into one another’s mouths.

  Chris led me to the tan leather sofa quickly; I could see his need was as immediate as my own. Laying me on my back he climbed on top of me with haste. Not bothering to check my pussy for wetness he plunged his cock inside me. He knew me well enough to know that by now my pussy would be soaking wet. The tension that had built within me felt release as he fucked me with depth, strength and passion. It was a quickie in all senses of the word and my orgasm exploded onto his thick cock in a moment. His own hot cum shot into my inner depths like a bullet coming out of a rifle. Our need had been far too extreme to muddle over any further foreplay. Kissing me passionately with his cock still buried within my dripping pussy Chris mumbled, “Laura, thank you for such an incredible day.”

  That Evening

  The evening’s festivities now dulled to a slight roar as well all settled down for a relaxing night. Everyone in attendance had planned on spending the night; our house was too far out of town for anyone to drive home at this late hour. Christie, now with Josh’s help, cleaned up the
kitchen and areas that we had made messes and they were showering together in one of the second floor bathrooms. The girls and I had all showered and were cuddled in various states of undress around my living room. All of the men were now cleaned up as well, and were back in Chris’s office watching yet another football game.

  I poured wine in the living room and we all relaxed. One by one giving in to exhaustion and leaving the room to find a comfy bed.

  Chris and I slept like rocks, and when I woke the next morning, the day light was already streaming in from the windows. I rolled over to gaze at the slumbering giant that was my husband in the bed next to me. It was amazing to think that a mere year ago I didn’t think he was interested in my body at all. The Tramp Stamp Club had made that a not so fond memory. I smiled at him and leaned over to kiss his forehead. “Good morning dear.” I whispered.

  Chris’s eyes opened slightly as if he was peeking at me, but he smiled and said, “Good morning, my little slut,” Reaching over to grab me and pull me into his massive chest. I felt his cock rising underneath the bed sheets and my own crotch instantly awakened with telepathic awareness. I was just reaching down to feel his hard on when I heard the doorbell downstairs sound.

  “Ugh… saved by the bell, eh?” Chris muttered turning away from me but not rising from the bed to answer the door.

  “Oh I see how this goes, you lounge there and let your faithful servant answer the damn door right?” I asked.

  I could see his shoulders move as he laughed gently still buried under the covers of our bed. “Right!” He said.

  Climbing from our bed still in cotton shorts, no bra, and a tank top, I grabbed a pony tail wrap from the bedside table and wandered into the foyer. Karen was standing in the open doorway wearing a white lace teddy that was in a definite state of having recently begun to be untied. The man standing before her was clearly gazing at her with extreme interest.