In the Service of Women

by Shayne McClendon

  She leaned in close to Matt and said softly at his ear, “I think we’re entering a fresh new phase of our marriage. Sarah is the friend that made me over…something you appreciate very much. I’d like her to be with us tonight. Is that alright with you, Matt?”

  Matt wasn’t speaking. The spoon with sherbet was stuck halfway between the bowl and his mouth. When it dripped into his lap, he seemed to snap out of it.

  He set down the bowl and looked back and forth between Mona and me several times. Both of us smiled encouragingly. He finally stood, pulled Mona to her feet, and began undressing her slowly. I couldn’t hear what he whispered to her but she blushed from head to toe.

  When they were completely naked, I realized what a striking couple they were. Matt kept in shape and his hair was a lovely salt-and-pepper. Since Mona had been seeing me, she had taken to toning with a passion and it was seriously paying off.

  Mona moved around the small table and smiled at me. “You okay, Sarah?”

  “Mona, I’m fine…no worries. Do what makes you happy.” I dipped a fingertip into the cannoli cream and put it to her lips. She sucked it expertly and a shiver went through me. I did it again and offered it to Matt, who cautiously licked my finger.

  I ran my eyes over him from head to toe. “Matt, I’m here for yours and Mona’s pleasure. You can touch me. You don’t have to be nervous because your cock most certainly isn’t.” I glanced down at my creamed breasts before lifting them invitingly, “Would either of you like a better taste?”

  Mona immediately stepped forward. She wrapped her arms around my low back and dipped her head to my breast. She licked the cream from it and sucked gently when she found the nipple beneath.

  Her husband stared at her sucking me with his mouth hanging open. If the additional hardness of his cock was anything to go by, he was not turned off in the slightest.

  She reached out with one hand and pulled Matt close. “She is delicious, Matt. Please taste her, for me?” Matt lowered his head to me and delicately licked a tiny bit of cream off the top of my breast with the tip of his tongue. Mona cupped my breast and literally offered it up to him.

  He put his hand on my waist, so softly I could barely feel it, and took another lick. He turned his head to deeply kiss Mona while we all stood in a small cluster and then they went to town, licking and sucking until every drop of cream was gone.

  Mona ran her finger through the custard before she knelt on the carpet and tasted me. Matt was still worshiping my breasts with both hands and his mouth. He rolled my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers when he wasn’t sucking them hard to the roof of his mouth.

  I was seriously getting turned on.

  Suddenly, he dropped to his knees beside Mona and I had to brace myself against the table for support when they used their fingers as spoons to eat the custard from my pussy. When almost all of it was gone, Mona starting deeply tonguing the last of it off me. Matt was stroking his dick firmly and the head was almost purple.

  I breathlessly asked them to join me in the bathroom, which featured a beautiful whirlpool tub and group shower. I was sticky and wanted to freshen up.

  I planned to let Mona call the shots and I would do what she asked. It looked as if Matt felt the same way. Mona was a closet kink so I couldn’t wait to see what she wanted.

  In the shower, the warm steam felt fantastic. We soaped up for Matt’s benefit, kissing and stroking one another. After rinsing, Mona sat on the small bench and asked me to sit beside her. She pulled Matt to stand in front of us, his raging hard-on in our faces.

  “Sarah, show me exactly how you perform a blowjob that makes men collapse in pleasure.” He gasped loudly.

  I smiled up at Matt and took his dick in my hand. “First, you have to anchor the base, Mona. You don’t want it flying all over the place. Then, you lick around the top…like so…” I could feel Matt’s legs shaking already and he locked his knees. “Gradually, I like to work my way down the underside, along this ridge right…here…”

  Matt slammed his hands on the sides of the shower stall and I said, “See? They really like when you do that.” It amused me that Mona and I were having our own little conversation while her husband was ready to bust a nut in our faces.

  “Mona, I want you to take your hand and cup the ball sac just like this…exactly, very nice.” Matt was clenching every muscle in his body at this point. “If you like, you can suck the ball sac gently while sucking your man off…excellent. I like to keep stroking the cock while I lavish attention on the balls, so no area is neglected.”

  I positioned my head completely in front of Matt, and explained to Mona, “It’s important to relax the throat, especially if you have a slight gag reflex. A good rhythm is also necessary and sometimes a man will set it for you. If you want him to set it, simply place the palm of his hand on the back of your head and he’ll show you. Like this…Matt? Can you demonstrate?” I took Matt’s cock all the way to the back of my throat and back out again but Matt hadn’t moved.

  Internally chuckling at his stupor, I told Mona, “If your subject is unable to move, you must carry on! If you prefer to swallow, which I do, always watch and feel for the signs or you could miss the pivotal moment and waste all that lovely come.” I watched Mona, who was enthralled by my speech while she was gently fondling her husband’s balls.

  I stopped talking at that point and set a pace for sucking Matt off. His hips were thrusting towards my face, purely on instinct, and I prayed he didn’t have an unknown heart condition.

  Mona began playing with my nipples, eventually sliding her hand down her stomach and fingering herself. Matt happened to look down, catch her at it, and came with a moan that ricocheted on the marble. Before he finished coming, I moved out of the way and had Mona taste the come as it pumped from the head of his cock while her eyes glazed over with passion. She continued to suck him until he had completely softened.

  I love a good student.

  I wanted to lavish some attention on Mona while Matt took time to recuperate. I had him join me on folded towels on the tile floor. Mona remained on the bench, her legs spread widely. I gave Matt the grand tour…clit, lips, pussy, and ass. He looked as if he’d never actually seen it and was amazed at what he’d been missing out on.

  I showed him how to finger Mona the way I knew she liked it. “Not too rough, not too soft. Circle the clit and build anticipation.” I took my time pointing out each area, showing how she reacted when touched here or there. “See how she’s clenched right now? That’s a sign of pending orgasm. She’s reacting just as you did…perched on the edge, aroused as much by what I’m saying as actually being touched or stimulated. I know she’d love one of us to eat her. Would you like to take turns?”

  Matt nodded and tentatively licked Mona’s clit as though he’d never gone down on a woman before. I knew from Mona he used to take great pride in his oral skills. She watched him now, her fingers tweaking her nipples roughly.

  “Matt, just bury your tongue in her pussy if you’re at all unsure. Mona will tell you if you do something she doesn’t like.” I gently nudged him to the side and said, “Try it like this.”

  I set to work on Mona and paid no heed to the begging or the wild writhing. She started talking so dirty Matt was stroking himself again.

  “Sarah, right there, baby…you lick it so good. Oh yeah, I wanna come so badly all over you, gonna watch you lick up my pussy cream. Don’t stop!” She was breathing hard and tugging her nipples away from her body. “Matt, fuck me with your fingers…my pussy, my ass, I don’t care…” Matt obliged by thrusting two fingers in and out of her pussy. He seemed like he wanted to get wild, but was still holding back.

  I smiled as I focused on Mona for a few minutes. “Matt, why don’t you stand up and let Mona suck you off again? I’ll eat her pretty pussy and we’ll all go climb in bed and see what else happens, alright?” Mona was grabbing at his dick before he was fully standing, and was pumping it in and out of her mouth like a pro.


  I fell to pussy eating like an all-you-can-eat buffet. There is nothing like having the power in your hands to rock somebody’s world.

  Mona was sucking and talking to Matt’s dick now, “Oh, yeah, I have missed you. This is my cock and I am going to suck it every chance I get…mmm…delicious…I love it. Pump it to the back of my throat, baby. You know you want to fuck my mouth.” She took him deep, gagging slightly but breathing through it. She had him almost to the base.

  Matt had his hand on the wall behind her and one leg up on the bench, rocking his hips. “Oh my god, Mona…where did you learn to do that? Oh baby, I’ve missed you. Yeah, suck my cock. Just like old times. I’m coming!” Mona literally sucked and pumped every drop of come from his body as he thrust and shook against her.

  Another half hour was spent soaping and sucking one another in the shower before the lovebirds were finally ready to dry off…to get wet again.

  Mona wanted Matt to fuck her. I think it was her way of showing him that as long as she got hers, she was happy. Matt actually did a stellar job, even started pivoting his hips in a circle for her. She was tonguing him and running her hands all over his body.

  She glanced my way and asked if I would play with myself while they were having sex so she could watch. I got so into my self-pleasure performance they actually stopped fucking to stare.

  A breathless Mona asked Matt to fuck her from behind so she could eat me, which he was all too happy to do. Watching his wife go down on another woman while he tapped it from the back became his all-time favorite sexual act.

  We tag teamed for the rest of the night…each taking turns being dominant. When Mona asked me to use the fake cock on Matt, I thought he was going to pass out, but he actually was open to try it…at least until he got Mona off orally and flipped me over.

  We ended up putting Mona between us, Matt fucking her pussy while I took care of her ass. She became so vocal I worried hotel management would be knocking on the door.

  “Matt, suck my tits while I ride you. Oh that feels so good. Sarah, please don’t stop. Having you in my ass and Matt in my pussy is so perfect. Matt, can you feel Sarah’s fake cock through the walls of my pussy? Can you imagine how good this feels for me right now? Oh my god…yes! Yes! Yes! Fuck me, don’t stop, I’m coming!” She moaned and screamed, collapsing across Matt’s chest while he pumped his come into her.

  I collapsed beside them, surprised when they took turns licking me and fingering me, wanting me to have another orgasm too. I lay between them, each of them with a nipple in their mouths as they ran their hands all over me. Matt finger-fucked me while Mona worked my clit with her fingertips. I came with a gasp and we all took a nap.

  All in all, helped them and seemed to really strengthen their marriage – not that it was the answer for everyone. We continued our threesomes for almost a year before Matt was transferred to a bank branch in New York City at the same time their oldest child went off to college.

  After that, our appointments were less frequent, but still amazing. They’d fly me into Manhattan and we’d spend the weekend at their loft. The days were filled with sightseeing and the nights were filled with sexual exploration of one another.

  I often asked why they didn’t look into finding an escort there but they said they’d enjoyed me too much to consider finding someone else. They didn’t think anyone would understand them like I did.

  I’ll never forget how Mona came out of her shell. She was just in need of a little push in the right direction. It was great that it helped her marriage but I liked that our relationship gave her back a piece of herself she’d lost over the years of being a wife and mother.

  It was never too late to dial back the clock.

  Chapter Ten – Is He For Real?

  November 1999

  Since I didn’t have appointments in the first week of November, I took my first break in almost three months. I decided to drive myself to Orlando and go to Epcot, one of my favorite Disney theme parks. The ride was wonderful and tiring.

  It rained a bit outside of Palm Beach, but the skies cleared and I was completely dry from the sun and wind by the time I entered Kissimmee.

  I found a great hotel near the property that had a Jacuzzi in the room, which my body was craving, and settled in for a few hours of television on a Friday night. Something I hadn’t done in a very long time. I’d called Vivienne to let her know I would be out of town for a couple of days, and she was glad I was taking some time for myself. She’d been after me to take a break before I burnt out.

  When the Chinese food I’d ordered arrived, I sat back in the hot tub and ate it with chopsticks. I was relaxed and comfortable being by myself. I loved people but I didn’t need to be with them all the time.

  I soaked for a long time, letting the jets ease muscles tight from a lot of hard work and a three hour ride on the bike. I finished the last of my special fried rice and took a soothing shower. Scrubbing my hair took a while but I always enjoyed the exercise. I’d brought the Tangerine Spice set of scents – shampoo, conditioner, body wash, and lotion – I smelled of crisp citrus.

  I emerged from the shower and the cool air conditioning made my nipples tighten. In response, my lower abdomen clenched. Apparently, you can take the woman away from the work, but you can’t take the work away from the woman!

  I threw on a tank top and soft pajama pants. I didn’t sleep in the nude if I was alone in a hotel. I watched The Breakfast Club for the thousandth time and ate dried pineapple I’d brought with me.

  When there was a knock on the door, I almost had a heart attack. I walked to it, my can of mace at the ready, and peered through the peephole. I nearly fell over when I saw Decklan standing there.

  “What the hell are you doing here?” I asked the moment I threw open the door. It was the first time I’d seen him outside of work since I’d been injured.

  He smiled and stepped inside. He was holding mouse ears and a sexy teddy with Mickey and Minnie having sex in various positions all over it. Where he got that thing, I never knew…but it was flat out tasteless. Yuck.

  “No, you honestly did not drive up here thinking you were going to score? With raunchy Disney attire?” I laughed while I put my mace back in my purse and climbed beneath the covers. “You cannot be serious. I’m assuming Vivienne told you where I was, which will earn her an earful when I get back.”

  I turned up the volume on my movie, basically dismissing his stupid…fine…ass from my room. I glanced at him when he didn’t leave and the smile was no longer on his face.

  “I was serious about spending time with you, Sarah. I’m sorry about the lingerie. It was stupid. I thought you’d find it funny. Can’t I stay and watch the movie? I drove all this way…” He tossed the tacky teddy on the table by the door. “I was wrong to assume you’d sleep with me. I’m just used to getting what I want and I’ve wanted you for over six months! You won’t give me the time of day. It’s a first for me, to tell you the truth. It has me wanting you even more.”

  I laughed. “You like the chase. We’re both grownups, Deck. I’ve never been against sleeping with you but your signals are confusing. You want me, I annoy you. You’re all gentlemanly then I don’t see you. Seems like a lot of drama for a roll in the hay.” I patted the bed and told him he could stay, but he wasn’t getting laid.

  He kicked off his sneakers, slipped off his leather bomber jacket, and climbed up next to me, staying above the covers like a good boy.

  It wasn’t that I didn’t want Decklan, he was beautiful and fun to be around, but I don’t like people to think they know me and what I’ll do in any situation. It’s offensive. I fucked women for money and I enjoyed what I did. It didn’t mean that I went through life acting like a whore…I wasn’t always for rent. There was a small part of me, buried deep, that was afraid he’d offer to pay me for my time.

  I couldn’t have ever come back from that.

  Both of us fell asleep before the movie ended and I woke up a bit later to Decklan ge
ntly massaging my breast. I rolled the other way and got a large male hand on my ass. I looked over my shoulder and told him to stop pretending he was asleep before he found himself sleeping in the tub. He attempted to keep his hands to himself the rest of the night.

  Around three in the morning, I knew I wouldn’t be able to sleep anymore, and I got up to read in front of the window by the lights in the parking lot. I was reading Jane Eyre, a book I practically knew by heart. I’d read it so often but loved it every time.

  I’d just finished the chapter where Jane discovers Mr. Rochester is already married to another woman; she leaves him and her heart is breaking. I was crying silent tears when Decklan asked if I was alright. I looked at the bed and nodded. He looked delicious, sleep ruffled and warm.

  “Good book?” he asked, and managed to keep any trace of sarcasm from his voice.

  “Jane Eyre…I know, it’s very high school, but I always read it when I’ve run out of books again. As well as Pride and Prejudice, Sense and Sensibility…the old ones are the best.” I put the book on the seat beside me and added, “I read what moves me. They keep making me feel something, so I keep reading them.”

  We talked for a while, which is when I discovered Decklan’s all time favorite book was To Kill A Mockingbird. He’d read it for the first time in fifth grade and had gone back to it a couple of times since. This revelation opened a lot of conversational doors and we talked until he started to fall back to sleep around five.

  When Decklan finally woke up…I thought for a while he planned to sleep all day…I asked if he was ready for breakfast. He smirked and asked how on earth I survived on so little sleep. I explained when you’re young, it’s possible. He was only nine years older than me but he was very sensitive about it.