Mistress Hedonism

by Lori King

  She jerked and cried out, and Foster realized that Wyatt was playing with her clit, forcing her to orgasm. Taking Wyatt’s cue, he lined up the head of his dick, and pushed it home. Forcing his knees under the other man to give him a better angle, he pushed into Wyatt’s asshole with the head of his cock and sunk deep.

  All three of them let out a groan together, and Foster could feel his limbs shaking as he fought to maintain control and at least give the other man some pleasure before he shot him full of cum.

  Wyatt wanted to cry off, to argue, beg and plead for Foster to stop. It was burning, and stinging and holy fuck he had to be all the way up to his throat with that elephant dick of his. His breath sounded loud as he gasped in air, and panted it back out. Even the feeling of Ana’s scorching hot pussy couldn’t distract him from the invasion of his backside.

  And he’d actually asked for this?

  His mind was blank, and he fought to relax and give Foster more room to work. That’s when it happened. Foster pulled out, and then drove back in, slamming into or across some button inside of his body that lit him on fire. Electricity coursed through his veins, and pooled in his balls.

  “Son of a bitch!” he yelled, as Foster repeated the motion. Now that he was growing accustomed to the feeling of fullness, Wyatt was actually sort of enjoying it. Testing the waters, he wiggled his hips a bit, and both Foster and Ana moaned with pleasure. It pleased him to know that he was once again leading the play without actually giving instruction.

  Together, the three of them road the wave of ecstasy all the way to the end exploding nearly simultaneously. Wyatt’s cock jerked inside of Ana’s tight body, while his asshole clenched down on Foster. After that experience, he knew in his heart that he’d made the right choice. These two people were exactly what he needed.

  Ana slid off of him, and he turned and pressed a quick kiss to her forehead, while wrapping his arms around Foster’s wide shoulders. The other man, didn’t seem capable of movement either, and they just held each other like that for a few more minutes. When Foster finally spoke, it was to groan, “Are ya dead yet, man?”

  “Pretty damn close, brother.” Wyatt answered, chuckling until Foster’s soft cock slipped from his body. His energy banks were completely drained, his butt still hurt, and now his asshole stung, but he wouldn’t change a single moment.

  “We need to shower, my loves,” Ana said, slowly creeping over to the side of the bed. She rose on wobbly legs, holding onto the footboard with one hand to steady herself.

  Foster managed to move a little quicker out of concern for her, and Wyatt was left alone on the bed covered in sweat and sex slime. He watched the couple make their way into the bathroom, wondering how he was going to convince them to make this a permanent triad, when Ana looked back over her shoulder.

  “Well? I don’t believe I stuttered, boy. Get your fine ass in here and clean it up. We’ll sleep the night off, so that we can do it again tomorrow.”

  The two disappeared as Wyatt forced himself to follow his new Mistress. She might be bossy, but he was already deeply in love with both of them, and besides he kinda liked cocky.

  Chapter 12

  Ana could feel the tension coming off of Wyatt and Foster as the three of them stepped into the massive shower together, but she ignored it. She wasn’t exactly sure how to comfort them. The admission of love put her off her game, because it brought them to a whole new level.

  “Can I wash your hair?” Wyatt murmured near her ear, and she turned to smile up at him.

  “That would be wonderful, but it’s not necessary, and you would regret it. It takes hours to air dry,” she said, patting the heavy braid she’d knotted on the crown of her head.

  Foster ducked out from under the hot water and smiled, “We can help you blow dry it, Ana. Let him.”

  He knew how much she enjoyed having her hair played with. It was her Achilles heel so to speak, that’s why she always wore it braided. Foster was the only person to have seen it unbraided in the last decade.

  Wyatt reached for the end of the braid to remove the band holding it, and she stopped him. “I need to explain something. My ex used my hair against me. When I disobeyed an order he cut it off. I haven’t cut it since the moment I broke ties with him, but I don’t share it with anyone but Foster. It’s a private painful thing for me.”

  His golden eyes searched hers for a moment, and then he cupped her face, and kissed her. When their lips drew apart, he whispered, “Then I’ll cherish this moment all the more. I promise I’m not going anywhere tomorrow unless you two send me packing, Ana. All or nothing, remember?”

  “I suppose that means you’ll want a bracelet then, huh?” she teased, trying to push past the emotion clogging her throat and take the seriousness out of the air.

  “No, Mistress,” he said, surprising her. “I would prefer a collar.”

  Tears burned her eyes, and she turned to meet Foster’s gaze. The smile on his face lit her up from the inside, but she had to ask the hard questions before she agreed to this.

  “What will the guys at the station house say when they find out you have a girlfriend and a boyfriend, Officer Marks?”

  Wyatt visibly tensed, and then he sighed, “I don’t care. I hope they’ll say I’m a lucky man, but if they don’t… It’s no one else’s business. I’m all in, Ana. The ball is in your court.”

  That was the answer she’d been hoping for, and she grinned as she reached for him. “Good, I like having two sets of balls to play with.”

  Amidst laughter and matching groans from her submissives, Ana unwound her hair, and began to release her braid. By the time she’d finished, Wyatt’s eyes were dark with desire again. The curtain of blonde silk hung heavy around her body, and she smiled at him.

  “Well don’t leave me hanging, boy. You promised me a bit of TLC, and until we get clean we can’t see about getting dirty again.”

  Foster stepped to his side, and she faced the two of them together. They shared a quick look, and then they both reached for her. For the rest of her life she knew she would always remember this moment. It was her deepest fantasies come true to be surrounded by love and acceptance.

  The End

  Check out the first Fetish & Fantasy Story:

  Watching Sin

  Chapter One

  Doug…

  “Can we? Just this once, Doug, please?” Her voice was a husky moan in his ear, and he could deny her nothing.

  For the last four months, they had attended the monthly Fetish parties as voyeurs only. He had watched with lust-filled eyes, as the people around them sought release for their passion, hoping that at some point his wife would grow comfortable enough with the parties to join in. But each time she maintained her distance, standing off to the side, watching the sweat-soaked strangers explore the bodies around them, her face devoid of emotion. He knew she felt something; her racing pulse and sharp intake of breath betrayed her stoic exterior, and by the time he got her home after each party, she was desperate for his cock.

  Her voracious appetite for sex seemed to stem from her love of erotic romance novels. He regularly caught her with her nose in a book, cheeks flushed, eyes glassy, and pussy dripping. One of these days he would have to write a thank you letter to the publishers for keeping his cock in working form, but for tonight, he had other things to focus on.

  Alana stood beside him, asking his permission to put on a show. She wanted him to strip her down, and fuck her in front of the other partygoers. His eyes met hers and he could see the fire burning in their sapphire-colored depths.

  What had changed her mind? What had her so turned on tonight that she couldn’t deny her own need anymore?

  The brush of a hand over his shoulder drew his attention, and he instantly understood. The man standing at his elbow was his best friend and business partner, Killian Whitfield. In his black and white tuxedo he looked more like a Hollywood movie star walking the red carpet than a businessman still trying to crack the million-dollar
mark.

  “Doug, Alana. How are you both this evening? Enjoying the…festivities I hope.”

  Killian stood too close to Alana for propriety, yet Doug wasn’t put off. He was surprised to find that he wanted to put on a show for his friend. If Alana was willing to fuck in front of Killian, what else would she be willing to do with him present? He felt his dick thicken a little at the image of his wife on her knees sucking Killian’s cock in the middle of the living room. Never before had he fantasized about his wife with another man, but he could picture it with Killian. In his mind’s eye, he could see his friend’s long lean body, flexing and rippling with desire as his wife sucked him dry. That would be incredible to watch, and by the look on Alana’s face, she could picture such an event too. What a surprise this evening was turning out to be.

  “We’re having a wonderful time. These parties are always memorable, Killian.” As Alana spoke, her eyes drifted over Killian’s six foot tall frame, and back up to meet his assessing green eyes. When their gazes collided, Doug could almost see sparks crackling in the air around them, and his cock hardened in his pants until he had to fidget to give his erection more room. He took the opportunity before it slipped away, and wrapped his arm around the curve of Alana’s waist, drawing her even closer between the two men.

  “Actually Killian, Alana was just commenting that she wanted to enjoy the party a little more tonight.”

  Doug watched Killian’s eyes flame at the implication, and his own cock throbbed in response. Could he actually do this? Could he fuck Alana in front of these people? The answering electrical current pulsing through his body was the only confirmation he needed to know he absolutely could do that and more. Alana’s heavy-lidded gaze was a potent aphrodisiac, but when paired with Killian’s commanding masculinity, it made Doug dizzy with need.

  Killian didn’t hide his charisma or his flirty nature; he openly charmed both sexes. Doug had never seen him with another man, nor had he ever blatantly asked him if he was bisexual, but there were rumors. Everyone knew he was open to anything when it came to sex. Hell, how many times had they swapped stories while they waited to tee off on the golf course? Doug had no problem sharing the kinky things he and Alana liked to try in the privacy of their own home, and Killian encouraged him to give every salacious detail. Perhaps there was more to his interest than pure, perverted male curiosity.

  “Really? Is there some way I could be of assistance in making all your desires come true, Alana?” Killian’s silky smooth baritone voice rippled through Doug’s chest, and he heard Alana’s sharp intake of breath.

  Her eyes darted to meet Doug’s, and he smiled reassuringly at his wife. If they were going to do this, they were going in with their eyes open. “I believe she’d like you to watch to begin with.”

  Killian stepped a little closer to the two of them and lowered his voice, directing his next question to Alana, “I’ll only ask this once, but I have to ask. Would you like to stay here, or go into one of the bedrooms where we have more privacy?”

  The ultimate question in Doug’s mind was whether or not she actually wanted to put on a show for the entire bevy of strangers in the room, or just for Killian. The air around them grew tense as Alana considered her first foray into exhibitionism.

  “I believe I’d prefer to throw caution to the wind tonight. Will you help me?” she said softly as she stared up into Killian’s face.

  “Be sure, love; exhibitionism is like a drug, once you begin, well…”

  Killian’s words faded off as a blush of pink stained Alana’s pale, white skin. She only hesitated a moment before she gave a short, sharp nod and whispered, “I’m sure.”

  The smile that spread across Killian’s face was heart-stopping, for Doug, so he could only imagine how Alana’s body responded. “I would be honored to watch.”

  “Thank you, Killian,” she murmured, staring up at him as though he had just performed some sort of heavenly miracle. Doug winced at the adoration on her face. Perhaps getting her involved with Killian wasn’t the best idea, but it was too late to back out now. His wife had asked him to fulfill her fantasy, and he’d be damned if he was going to let her down.

  Responding only with a wide smile and a dip of his head, Killian moved to the loveseat nearby, and Doug’s heart leapt in his chest. Finally! He would finally be allowed to live out his fantasy of public sex—and with his wife, no less! He couldn’t resist skimming his hand up the curve of her hip to her shoulder. Her bare skin under the thin strap of her dress was as soft as cashmere, and he danced his fingers delicately up her neck and over to her zipper.

  He felt her trembling under his hand as he lowered it one inch at a time, exposing her perfect pale, peach-colored skin. Flicking his eyes up to meet Killian’s, he smiled when his partner twirled his finger in the air, directing the scene even from six feet away. Doug complied, by gently turning Alana around to face him, with her zipper halfway down her back, and her dress straps slipping off of her shoulders. The excitement on her face was tempered with apprehension in her touch as she placed her palms on Doug’s chest awaiting his next move.

  “I love you, sweetheart,” he whispered just before capturing her lips under his own. Seeking only to soothe her nerves, he stroked his tongue over her soft skin, and then pushed his way into her sweet mouth.

  ~

  Alana…

  It was the ultimate rush. She could feel the zip of anxiety over her skin and the fire of desire in her blood. Alana had never felt more human. In the past, Doug had tried to get her to join in, but each time, something held her back.

  Ultimately, she feared rejection. What if she wasn’t passionate enough, or sexy enough, or thin enough for the crowd to want to watch? If she was honest with herself, her biggest fear was being rejected by the man who now watched her from a few feet away. She had no fear of rejection at the moment though, as he sat there taking her in with eyes that held green flames of need. Killian had always looked at her with appreciation, but never gave her any sign that he wanted her until tonight.

  Tonight, he’d gone out of his way to lay his hand on her upper thigh during dinner. Doug had been occupied in conversation as his best friend made his desire known, but she didn’t feel guilty about it. She’d seen the looks Doug gave his business partner when he thought no one was watching, and she’d heard him call out Killian’s name in the darkness of their bedroom. So, she allowed herself to accept the pleasure Killian offered without a word.

  His fingers had teased her skin through the thigh-high slit in her dress, and her thighs parted in an instinctive welcome. When his thick fingertip finally found her slit, she bit her own tongue to avoid begging him to finger fuck her then and there. He had only dallied for a moment before they were interrupted by the mass exodus at the end of the meal, but it was enough to light a bonfire in her belly. Even now, her thighs were damp with her own juices, and her clit was throbbing.

  Doug drew her focus back to the present by nipping at her lower lip, and she felt her knees wobble underneath her. God, she loved it when he added a touch of pain. She could almost feel Killian’s eyes on her, and she wondered briefly if anyone else in the room was watching. She felt Doug slide her zipper the rest of the way down, until it rested at the top of her ass crack. The cool air whispered over her skin, and she shivered as the garment free from her body. It pooled at her feet leaving her standing in just a strapless black bra and panties, and a black garter belt holding up silk stockings. She held her breath when he bit the tendon at the juncture of her neck and shoulder, realizing that she was now nearly nude in front of Killian. It was a delicious, wanton feeling. She let her head fall backwards, giving Doug the room he needed to suckle and nip at her throat.

  His hand slid over the curve of her belly to the spread of her thighs, and he brushed his knuckles across the lacy crotch of her panties, drawing the first moan from her throat. Blood pounded in her ears, and her eyes drifted closed as his other hand pushed the foam cups of her bra down, exposing her
breasts to view. Her nipples tightened into sharp points, and he latched onto one sending her senses reeling.

  ~

  Killian…

  Killian couldn’t believe his luck. For months he had rocked a hard-on for Alana and Doug. From the first time they attended one of his Lusty Fantasies parties, he’d always known they were destined to be his, and he was a patient man. He waited, and watched, easing them along the path he wanted them to walk until they were right here, right now.

  With Doug sucking his wife’s tits a few feet in front of him, Killian tipped his glass, emptying the remaining half-inch of whiskey into his mouth and swallowing the burn. It was fortification for the control he was struggling to maintain. Right now, he wanted nothing more than to call the two of them to his side and force them both to their knees in front of him. After dipping his finger into Alana’s juicy pussy at dinner, he knew she would be more than willing, but how would Doug react? Would he fly off the handle if Killian shoved his cock in his face and told him to suck it?

  One way or another, tonight they were going to find out. He was tired of waiting, and watching Alana with her wide eyes, and Doug with his flushed cheeks, as they explored their exhibitionist sides. It was time to up the ante, and expose their submissive nature, too.

  Doug had tossed Alana’s bra completely aside so he could play with her tits. The long line of her spine and the sexy curve of her ass beckoned Killian, but he held his place and directed Doug to spin her around again.

  His first view of her luscious breasts made his mouth water and his balls draw up tight. She had melon-sized tits with fat nipples that would look amazing pierced. They were a dusky rose color, with areolas the size of a half-dollar. Doug’s hands cupped her and she arched her back, pushing her breasts out to Killian.

  It took everything he had to resist the offering.

  They were drawing the attention of some of the other guests, but Killian knew that no one would interrupt or distract the two putting on the show. If nothing else, this group was a safe haven for exploration. Everyone here had indulged in a fetish or fantasy at one time or another. A private invitation was necessary to gain access, and upon stepping through the front door, each guest was required to sign a waiver and confidentiality agreement before they were allowed to join the party.