by Logan Woods
“We thought we would start with lingerie, given the nature of your visit,” Ramon said. Jenna raised an eyebrow at that. Ramon took her hand softly in his. “He did not tell you?” Ramon asked. Jenna, still wide eyed, shook her head no. Ramon shook his head, “We…Antoinette, Claire, and myself, are part of the package.”
Jenna’s mouth formed a wide “O” as she stared at Ramon in shock. “Please Mrs. Gregory,” Ramon said, “this is Las Vegas, and this is not the first time a husband has presented his wife with such a gift!” He bent to gently kiss the nape of her neck, stiffening her nipples and raising the hairs on her arms. He brushed the hair from her eyes and over her shoulder. “Have you never been with a woman before?” he asked gently. Jenna couldn’t speak, she just shook her head no. “It is a beautiful thing, two women together, but you are not obligated, you do not have to sleep with them, or with me. We can bring someone else, or we can leave you to your own devices,” he said. Jenna, still wide eyed, shook her head no.
Antoinette, the leggy blonde, came out first. She wore a sheer sky blue teddy and matching thong panties and she was barefoot. She stopped directly in front of Jenna and untied the teddy lazily with one hand, pulling it open wide, slowly baring the perfect breasts Jenna could already see perfectly through the sheer material. Leaving her breasts bare to the air, she hooked her thumbs inside the thong, pulling the front out so that Jenna could see the blonde landing strip on her mound.
Jenna shivered at the overtness of it all, her blood racing. She hadn’t ever been with a woman before, but she had thought about it… and Antoinette definitely had all the attributes it took to seduce another woman. Antoinette reached for Jenna’s hand and raised it to her full, apple shaped dress. Jenna felt the nipple rise against her palm and her pussy pulsed. Claire came out while Jenna was still staring at Antoinette. Claire was wearing a white lacy halter top babydoll set that was sheerer than Antoinette’s teddy.
Claire’s body was fuller, rounder, more voluptuous than Antoinette’s. Claire turned her back to Jenna, and took the brandy snifter from Jenna’s hand. She took a stiff swallow, and ran Jenna’s free hand inside the halter that had revealed everything. Jenna’s breath was rapid now, her heart beating at twice her normal rate.
Antoinette pushed Jenna and Claire back on the bed and shimmied out of the teddy. Claire stood quickly and dropped the babydoll to the floor. Both women helped Jenna out of her robe, and for the second time in the same day Jenna was totally naked in front of a strange man. Ramon had pulled his cock out of his pants and was slowly masturbating as he watched the three women. Jenna gave up trying to differentiate between the two women as their tongues explored her body.
Jenna had closed her eyes, unsure of how she felt about making love with another woman. Her uncertainty went out the window as she felt the softest, most sensuous kiss she had ever received probing her lips. The tongue penetrated her mouth slowly and carefully, searching her mouth hungrily, wanting, and Jenna responded in kind. In mounting surprise, Jenna felt the same passion, the same hunger in the mouth and tongue in her pussy. She began to writhe beneath their oral caresses, her pussy exploding as she squeezed them to her. It seemed this was a day for firsts.
She lay exhausted on top of Antoinette and Claire, her thighs between their legs, her breasts pressed to their chests. She lifted her head high enough to talk into her cell phone, which a naked and sweating Ramon held to her ear after punching a speed dial number for her.
“Captain? This is Jenna Gregory. Yes, I know you didn’t expect to hear from me this soon. Listen, I want you to contact my husband, and tell him I need to see him in Las Vegas, he knows where, as soon as he can get here.” She listened a moment. “Yes, I know it’s late, but tell him anyway… and Captain? Tell him I’m horny and I have something to share with him. Thank you!” She sighed and Ramon hung up the phone.
She sighed, nuzzling into Claire’s neck. Ramon climbed onto her back and began rubbing his erect cock against the taut puckered ring of her ass. Jenna sighed again as she loosened her stomach muscles as best she could. Another first!
About Logan Woods
You might not expect a former soldier and police officer to become one of erotica’s most consistently steamy writers, but Logan Woods did just that with his vivid imagination and ability to artfully describe explicit moments of passion and sexuality – and the enticing characters that inhabit such scenes. He’s ghostwritten for publishers for years but now is ready to make a name for himself, with Steam Books Erotica & Romance and beyond.
If his writing career isn’t enough to prove he’s equal parts brain and brawn, Logan Woods also holds a B.S. in Resource Management with a minor in Economics and Military Science.
And more from Logan Woods:
HOT WIFE IN HEAT
Norma’s experience with a stranger at the corner bar leads her to practically rape her own husband before he can even get her home. Her wildness leads her husband, Darryl, to confess that he is excited by the idea of watching her with another man. After a week of great sex, they decide to take it to the next level.
THE ATTACHMENT
What happens when the stresses and strains of starting and building a marriage ease up, when money becomes a little easier to come by? When it stops being you and your spouse against the world, what comes next? In a fit of pique, Angie finds out what is next for herself and her husband, Ed, provided he keeps submitting to her will. It all begins with a simple email attachment...
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BONUS
Please enjoy a tease from another hot title,
THE QUEEN BEE'S CLASS IN SESSION
by Dara Tulen
The pills were working.
She'd been in the small classroom for nearly twenty minutes and wasn't feeling panicked, not even when she realized that the five seniors taking the class were watching her every move, their young, strong bodies turning to follow her as she moved. She hadn't had any of them before. She definitely would've remembered. She let her gaze linger on each one.
Directly across from her was Dallas Ganin. Dark brown hair and olive eyes. Tanned skin and a lean body that looked exceptionally good under his shorts and t-shirt. To Dallas's right was Mekhi Settle, a handsome African-American with milk chocolate skin and an athlete's body. To the left was Kayin Peterson, his steel blue eyes full of admiration. He was tall, athletic, with thick sepia hair and a sensual smile. Behind the trio were roommates Blayne Stevenson and Jude Thorne. Blayne's burgundy curls were tousled, his periwinkle eyes intelligent. Then there was Jude. Ash blond hair, blue-green eyes. The bulky muscles of a football player, but the full lips and pretty-boy face of a model.
“Professor,” Dallas's voice cut through Sophie's observations. “Are you okay?”
The question made Sophie pause. Was she okay? Even before the incident, she'd never been the kind of teacher who looked at her students in a sexual manner, and here she was, studying an entire class – albeit a small one – as if determining who would best satiate the new and sudden hunger she felt. The heat in her belly transformed from ember to flame, burning away her doubts. Her lips curved into a slow, sensual smile.
“I'm quite all right, Dallas. Thank you for asking.”
Sophie slipped her jacket from her shoulders, relishing the cool air-conditioning c
aressing her skin. After laying her jacket across the back of her chair, she walked around the desk and leaned against it, placing her hands at her sides, palms flat on the edge of the smooth wood.
“Now, as I was saying, the male bees, the drones, exist for one purpose. To service the queen. When the new queen is mature, she flies away from the hive and the males follow her. One by one, they mate with the queen.”
Sophie pulled herself up onto the edge of the desk and crossed her ankles, pleased to see that she had her students' rapt attention.
She continued. “Just imagine it, if you will. One purpose in life. To fuck the queen.”
The young men visibly started at her word choice, but she continued without pause, not giving them the opportunity to interrupt.
“Can you imagine knowing that you're just one in a long line of males, just waiting to service the queen? That you exist only for her pleasure? That she's going to take you, one at a time, one after another, use you until she's overflowing with cum. Most animals, insects or otherwise, don't deal with monogamy or any of the trappings. It's all about the sex.”
Sophie ran her tongue along her bottom lip. “And it has a certain appeal, doesn't it? The complete freedom and abandon that comes with knowing it’s all about reaching that climax.” She leaned forward, dropping her voice as if confiding a secret. “If I were to be completely honest, I've always envied the queen bee. Taking male after male, letting him fill you and then another takes his place.”
“Shit,” Mekhi breathed, the single word telling Sophie that she had them where she wanted them.
“So,” Sophie slid off of the desk and reached behind her to unzip her dress. As the pale fabric pooled around her feet, revealing her matching bra and panties, she gave the young men a wicked grin. “Shall we make this practical application?”
“Professor?” Jude's eyes were wide.
“If I must put it in plainer terms,” Sophie winked. “I'm the queen bee. You're the drones.” Her bra and panties joined her dress. “Fuck me.”
To be continued....
