Four for the Show
Cristal Ryder
Spectator Sex. Intriguing. Risqué.
The idea of watching other people have sex excites Tara to distraction. She hopes Joe is as eager as she to slip into voyeur mode so they can take another step in their sexual adventures. The last thing she expects is to evolve from watching ménages to being part of the show. Or for the two hot men who join her and Joe to not be able to keep their hands off each other.
Inside Scoop: In addition to being with three men, our lucky heroine gets a little foreplay of the female variety.
An Exotika® contemporary erotica story from Ellora’s Cave
Four for the Show
Cristal Ryder
Chapter One
I chewed my lip and read the tweet. Dare I?
I widened my eyes and read it again then sucked in a deep breath as I positioned the curser over the words. Before I could change my mind, I highlighted, right-clicked, saved and pasted it into an email for Joe.
Get hot and wet @desireafterdark Friday night w/#spectatorsex #sexclub #couples #singlewomen
My heart pounded and after just a nanosecond of hesitation I hit Send then laced my fingers together, clutching tightly, and rested my chin on them. How long would it take for a reply? Sure I had work to do, but right now I was dying to know what he’d say.
We were fairly new, a fresh couple who wasn’t really a couple. We’d met a few months ago and had jumped in the sack pretty much right away. Our chemistry was almost uncontrollable and the sex was great. No it was fucking unbelievable. We’d just clicked, both in and out of bed. But we were not a forever couple and had made it clear to each other right off the top. It wasn’t as if there were anything wrong with him. Joe was incredibly hot and knew all my buttons. He’d be a perfect forever partner, but I just wasn’t ready for that yet.
One thing we’d never discussed was going to a sex club. Hadn’t even talked fantasies or desires, or secret wants. Yet. Now was the perfect time to start. Holy shit. Well, this email would certainly separate the men from the boys.
Spectator sex. Now that was intriguing. I hadn’t really given it thought before, but a little twizzle of excitement made me catch my breath. It meant we could go without any self-imposed pressure of having to join into any groups. Sit in the back. Watch. Get hot, horny and wet. And fuck.
I sat up when a new message announced its arrival into my inbox with a ping. That was quick. It hadn’t taken Joe long to reply and if that were any indication, I knew exactly what his answer would be.
Clicking the message open, I smiled. Guess who’s going out to party tonight!
* * * * *
“Parking is a bitch here,” Joe said, without a hint of frustration. One of the things I liked about him—how he just goes with the flow. He wheeled the big truck through the cramped parking lot. I glanced around and couldn’t agree more.
“I bet I can squeeze this beast into that spot there. Hop out because the door will be up against that bush.”
I grabbed my purse and after a brief contemplation of bringing in our gym bag with our swimsuits, decided to leave it behind. We could always get it later. The chill of fall was in the air and struck me after being in the warm truck cab. The gravel parking lot was hell on my stiletto heels so I put my weight onto the toes and hurried out of Joe’s way. It was frigging cold and goose bumps rippled along my flesh. I wrapped my arms around my waist, trying to keep my body heat close.
I was definitely still in summer mode. The micro-mini and slips of fabric covering my breasts could hardly be called suitable for this brisk night. But I knew the unwritten dress code here, having been once a long time ago with friends for a pole dance night. Less is more. Skimpy is in. Exposure is key. So, with my pussy and ass almost hanging out of the mini, and my boobs pushing the limits of the top, I was set to blend in with the rest of the crowd.
Joe had the truck squeezed in and prowled to my side. The intensity in his eyes, dark and sensual, was enough to fire off all my nerve endings into a surge of awareness. I needed his arms around me, for both the chill of the night but also for the heat that flared deep in my belly.
“You’re shivering,” he stated. Always the practical one.
“Suffering for the cause.”
“When the hell did you buy that getup anyway and where have you hidden it?” He squeezed me and leaned down, taking the lobe of my ear between his lips. Gawd, I loved it when he did that. Heat bloomed in my already excited libido. “You’ll be the hottest bitch in the place.”
I moaned when his lips moved down my neck. “Hardly. Wait ’til, ahh shit…um, you see how they dress in there.” My legs wobbled when his hand swept down my back and squeezed my ass in a tight grip. “Joe, stop.”
He turned me and pushed me up against the cab of the truck. I yelped when the cold metal shocked my heated flesh.
“Do you really want me to stop?” His gaze promised all sorts of delights and I drowned in the dark liquid of his eyes. He was my dream man. Tall, dark, gorgeous with solid male features that made me feel petite and feminine, even though I was close to six feet in heels. The stubble on his chin rubbed the sensitive flesh of my shoulder as he nibbled along the pulsing vein in my neck.
“No, not really, but we should get inside.” My voice wavered as if I couldn’t make up my mind.
Joe lifted his head. And not for the first time was I breathless by his likeness to the hot wolf shifter character on that vampire show. They even had the same name. That Joe was hot, but my Joe was even hotter, more intense, stronger, and his growl during sex could make me howl for sure. Yeah, I’d be his bitch any day.
“I have an idea.” He gave me a lopsided smile, his teeth white in the dark night and his eyes glittered as if touched by the supernatural.
“W-what? I hesitate to ask.” No question, I was excited by the prospect of what lay ahead in Desire After Dark as well as what Joe had up his sleeve. I splayed my fingers over his muscled ass and moaned. He felt so damn delicious.
He pulled me close with a tug, my hand slid lower just as he gripped my butt, then slid sensuously over my hip and down to my thigh. His fingers brushed my skin, walking as they bunched up my mini until the frosty air reached my heated and yes, bare pussy. Without thinking I widened my legs and his fingers found my clit.
“Ohh! This is your idea?”
“Well, when in Rome…”
I wound my arms around his neck and sagged against the truck as his fingers worked magic on my already supercharged clit. I’d been in a high state of arousal since sending the email to him and a little relief would be most welcome.
“I’m gonna make you come for me, right here in the parking lot. Downtown with all the buildings and cars around us.”
“I dare ya.” The words were out before I had even thought to say them. Oh what the hell, I could feel the deep pulsing beginning in my belly and his swirls on my flesh wouldn’t take long to make me come. Hooking my heel around his calf, I tipped my hips, hoping to give him better access.
“You’re wet.” He moved his hand faster and plunged his fingers deep inside me while pressing the heel of his hand on my mound. The friction was heavenly and my mind blanked. Sound drowned out and it was as if I were looking down on us from above. The vision escalated my desire. Joe’s vigorous attention had me barreling along until it all went into suspension.
“Don’t stop.” I whimpered, he did as I asked and kept pace. I held my breath, totally absorbed in sensation before it swelled and burst with lightning speed through my body.
I sagged on him in a shuddering orgasm that had me breathless and boneless. All I could do was groan with each pulsing wave and grip his arms with twitching fingers.
His mouth found mine and t
he kiss was so gentle it made my heart swell. I kissed him back, and finding his tongue with mine, I sucked on it. Our mouths fused and it kept the afterglow of my quick orgasm humming through my body.
“There you go.” He lifted his head. “That ought to hold you for a while.” He smiled and fixed my skirt then looked around. “These trees were handy, don’t you think?”
I cleared my throat and tried not to let my voice tremble. “Uh-huh. Now can we go inside?”
“Anything for you, my lovely.”
Holy god, I thanked the day this hunk of man dropped into my world.
The little brass plaque etched with the words Desire After Dark was the only signage. Nothing bold or ostentatious. Rather classy and not-in-your-face. Joe pulled the door open and ushered me through, his hand on my hip guiding me into the dimly lit interior.
Greeted by a very unique scent, I tried to decipher what it was as we stepped carefully down the stone steps to the reception. Glancing around, I sniffed again. It was clean and invigorating, citrusy but not blatantly lemon or orange. Tropical, yes that was it. And leather. My heart flipped over. Leather could only mean one thing. A dungeon.
“Welcome to Desire.” A very pretty and quite petite girl greeted us. Surely she had to be of age to work in here but she didn’t look a day over eighteen. I was mesmerized by her and tried hard not to let my eyes widen in surprise at her near nakedness. She only wore a thong.
“Thank you.” I stepped forward, not wanting to appear intimidated by her lack of clothes or apparent young age. “We have passes waiting.”
She smiled and I wondered what Joe was thinking. Was he as agog over her as I was? “Your name?” she inquired in a breathy, soft voice.
“Tara Delaney.” Was I supposed to give her my last name?
She sorted through a neat file of cards and retrieved what must have been ours. Sweet young thing glanced at Joe and her eyes widened. “You look just like—”
“I know. But I’m not,” he answered her with a smile and stepped forward, taking keys from her.
“Too bad,” I could have sworn I heard her say under her breath. I looked at Joe and he at me. We smiled. It wasn’t the first time he’d been asked.
“Have you been to Desire before?” This time her voice was louder.
I answered her, effectively drawing her gaze from Joe. “No we haven’t.” No need for her to know I’d been here with the girls a while ago.
A moment later a soft, sultry voice greeted us from the right. “Thank you, Tina. Please attend to the next arriving guests.” The woman turned to us and took my hand, leading us into the bar right behind reception. “I must apologize for her gaucheness. She is very new, young and still learning the ways of being discreet. I will have a talk with her later. But first, welcome to Desire! I overheard you haven’t been before?”
“No, this is our first visit as a couple.”
She gave me a knowing look. Now in the brighter light by the bar, I did recognize her.
“I’m delighted you’ve decided to visit us. And on such an exciting evening too.”
“Yes, that’s why we decided to come tonight.”
“Please, let me take you on a tour so you can become familiar with us. But first, what cocktail would you like to start your evening off? My treat for your unacceptable welcome.”
I was stunned at her offer. She was pulling out all the stops to ensure we enjoyed our time here. Of course, she wanted clientele and for patrons to come back. Great way to smooth over a bit of awkwardness.
“I’ll have a bourbon old fashioned, please.”
She nodded to the bartender, a gorgeous blond with dreadlocks. Again, scantily dressed and showing off an amazingly muscled chest. “What can Seth get for you?”
“Beer is fine, thanks.”
I leaned over to Joe and whispered, “Do you mind doing a tour?”
“It’s fine.”
With drinks in hand we followed her along as she explained the old building with obvious pride. The dance floor was small with a pole in the center. Couples were clustered in groups at the end of the bar, guys clad only in white towels and girls in scraps of material that barely covered their assets. Some ample, some not.
I glanced at Joe and said softly, “There’s a towel waiting for you, I’m sure.”
He waggled his eyebrows and smiled. “I’m game, if you are.”
There he went again, simple words that set me on fire for him. I sure hoped this powerful attraction would last well past our honeymoon stage.
“This way please.” Wendy brought our attention away from each other and the nearly naked bodies. I glanced up a stairway before going through a glass door she held open. “In here is our steam room, sauna, restrooms and one of our hot tubs.”
The scent of eucalyptus rushed at us and I inhaled the pleasurable fragrance. The glass door whooshed shut behind us, closing off the noise of the bar and music on the other side. There was no one in the steam room, but the sauna had company. A woman sat on the top cedar planked shelf with her legs spread. She fondled her breasts while a man kneeled between her thighs, his cock hard, jutting and purple. He stroked her pussy with his fingers, concentrating as if it held all of life’s mysteries.
“Shh,” Joe said quietly in my ear.
What, had I moaned or something? Because the sight of him intently inspecting her pussy was strangely erotic. Even more so that it was a wild bush. Not neatly trimmed or waxed clean like a Brazilian, but like a freaking Amazon. Dark, thick, and her pussy lips swollen and red with her desire dripped with her cream. If Wendy hadn’t urged us along I would have stood there and watched him eat her until they were done.
Joe grabbed my arm as I nearly stumbled on the wooden slatted floor, my heel catching in a tiny square. “Whoa, that was something. Wasn’t it?” I looked up at him and he pressed a kiss to the corner of my mouth.
“And why we came. Relax and take it all in.”
He was right of course and we followed Wendy down a little steamy hall with doors to the restrooms on one side until we emerged into a wider area with a hot tub tucked into the corner. Twinkle lights were all that lit the spot and the happy gurgle of bubbling water greeted us.
Through the rising mist I caught glimpses of its occupants. Three girls and two guys. Naked of course. It was a boobfest. Would I feel comfortable showing mine? Wait a minute, I didn’t have to. This was spectator night and no need for us to get undressed. I tucked that thought away, not ready to commit myself to removing my own bit of scraps passing for clothing.
“Hey,” Joe spoke loud enough for just me to hear. “Have you noticed how much attention you’re getting? Not just guys but chicks are checking you out.”
Why did that want to make me giggle like a schoolgirl? “I hadn’t noticed.”
“Oh Tara, you have a lovely body.” Wendy must have heard his comment. “Please don’t feel shy or pressured. Whatever your comfort level is welcome here. Now, let’s go see the pool.”
That was the other scent I’d picked up on. Chlorine or bromine for the pool. I knew it was outdoors and when we emerged from climbing the few steps to the outside patio I sucked in my breath. It was gorgeous! Stunning blue lighting set off the pool and the walls perfectly. Long shell-colored cushions lined the bench along the far side and back wall. If it wasn’t a tad chilly, I’m sure people would have lounged on them.
“We have heaters that we turn on when the temperature goes below sixty degrees. It’s a bit early for people to be using the pool right now.” She turned and smiled at us. “Again, it’s yours to use if you wish.”
“What about the buildings?” I looked up at the surrounding office buildings.
“If you notice, there are no windows facing our pool. Very convenient I must say. So there is total seclusion.”
“Yes, there is. How odd that it worked out this way.”
“It was planned years ago. This is the only outdoor pool in the downtown core. Years ago the pool was put in for the gentleman�
��s bath house that was once here. The buildings were already there, so it was easy to construct.”
I nodded. Impressed with the information.
“There is a secluded spot around that corner to the right if you prefer a bit more privacy. This way please.”
She led us back to the stairs where another hot tub I hadn’t noticed on the way up to the pool was tucked off to the side. We descended to the bar, having done a complete circle of the main floor to the staircase I had looked up earlier and we now ascended.
“This is the second floor and our coed locker room.”
She led us inside. I tried not to stare at the people changing out of street clothes, wrapping towels around themselves or sliding on a variety of snippets of clothing. One thing I couldn’t help but notice was the body types. I liked that there was no discrimination to size or shape here.
“These keys are for the lockers?” I held up what we had been given at reception.
“Yes, they are. If you would like to change, pick any empty locker for your belongings.”
Joe nodded and ushered me along, his fingers stroking the curve of my waist. His simple touch and the view of the sexuality around us had me burning up with passion. How would I make it through the night just watching? I glanced back at Joe, who was looking down the hall, and my gaze fell to his crotch. His sizable bulge told me he was feeling the same way.
I slowed my pace a bit and he came up behind me, perfect for a quick fondle and squeeze of his balls through his jeans.
“Hey!”
I giggled at his obvious surprise and gave a final squeeze before following Wendy. “Later, my good man. I promise.”
“You bet your pretty, tight ass there’ll be a later.” And he swatted me with a quick, sharp smack.
Wendy laughed and took my hand in hers, walking backward with a wide smile on her face. “See! You both are relaxing already. I just know you’ll enjoy yourselves tonight. There is only one more floor and then I’ll leave you to your pleasure.”
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