I brushed my hair into a side ponytail, which I draped over my shoulder, slicked on some clear gloss and headed to the dressing room to grab an appropriate clutch, gasping at the sensation of the pearls rolling against my clit and lips. If his aim was to get me wet before I saw him, mission accomplished. The feeling was sensational. I headed downstairs, more slowly than normal as I tried to adjust to the pearls rubbing against me and rising higher into my flesh. I walked across the marble lobby and went into the kitchen where Anne was making her dinner.
‘Mrs. Renshaw,’ she gasped. ‘You look stunning.’
‘Thank you,’ I smiled. ‘I’ll be heading out in a while, I have my mobile on me if David calls here for me.’
‘If he calls I’ll let him know,’ she replied with a slight shake of her head. I tried not to let on to the staff how things were between the two of us, but she was too astute and had caught me in tears once too often. She went to make a move as the doorbell rang.
‘Please stay put, it’s only my ride. I’ll probably see you tomorrow.’
‘Have a lovely evening.’
‘I’m sure I will,’ I called over my shoulder, that was a given. I opened the door to find Logan’s driver waiting for me with the car door already open. I let out a slight mewl as I lowered myself into the car and the pearls moved higher. They were firmly wedged in my groove, pressed against my clit. When the engine started, the vibrations ran straight through them and had me clench my teeth and close my eyes as pleasure coursed through me.
The Bar
Ava
James offered me his hand to help me out of the car. I thanked him and made my way through the sliding doors into the foyer, heading for the bar. I noticed heads turn as I walked through. No, my attractiveness definitely wasn’t the reason for my husband’s lack of attention that was for sure. My stride faltered when I saw Logan watching me from the end of the bar, just where he said he’d be, and I felt my mouth drain of saliva. He was a fine specimen of a man. If I thought I’d wet the pearls on the ride over, I had just soaked them looking at him. He immediately stood up as I approached, towering over me even in my heels, placing a hand on my waist as he leaned in and kissed my cheek. I had to swallow a whimper of pleasure to smell him again; he reeked of sexual masculinity.
‘Ava.’ His voice was like molten chocolate and damn it, if it didn’t send a little surge of extra excitement to my clit. ‘You look even more stunning than usual.’
‘All thanks to you,’ I smiled, as he straightened up.
‘Nonsense. Only a brunette with an exceptional figure could pull off that colour and dress. You look nervous, is everything all right?’ he asked, a small crease appearing between his dark brows making him look even more rakishly handsome.
‘I’m a little … what if … what if I don’t find him attractive?’ I whispered.
‘Trust me, as long as you have a pulse, I don’t think that will be an issue,’ he smiled and flicked his head down to the other end of the bar. I followed his gaze and locked eyes with a gorgeous looking blond, with the most piercing blue eyes, who gently nodded at me. I swallowed hard again and looked back up at Logan.
‘He looks seventeen, Logan. I look old enough to be his mother. I am probably old enough to be his mother, yours too.’
‘Don’t do that, don’t put yourself down. You’re a very desirable woman, Ava, to anyone but your blind husband, who has no idea what he’s missing. Trust me, Trey is twenty-one and he knows what he’s doing. You don’t find him attractive? Is that the problem?’
‘The problem is I do,’ I sighed. ‘It’s not right. What I’m doing isn’t right.’
‘No, what your husband is doing isn’t right, neglecting his wife. It’s a man’s job to make sure he takes care of his wife in all areas, Ava, both in and out of the bedroom. You’re a beautiful, sexy woman, who deserves to be appreciated and given how long it’s been since that last happened, you deserve two sets of hands to give you double the pleasure, to try and make up for what you’ve missed.’
‘But I … I …’ I looked back over at Trey, then up at Logan again as I struggled with my body screaming at me to let them both attend to me and the common feeling of guilt. Logan leaned in and lay his lips gently on the side of my neck and breathed out, making my skin pucker under the warmth as he whispered in my ear in that seriously sultry tone of his.
‘Imagine my tongue slowly trailing through those swollen folds of yours, teasing your clit the way I know you love, while Trey’s skilled fingers knead at your ripe breasts and his lips coax those sensitive nipples to stiff points. Two pairs of hands caressing your skin as we bring you to the most explosive climax you’ve ever experienced. And this is me talking, Ava. You already know what I can do to you, how good do you think it will be with Trey in the mix at the same time?’
‘O my God,’ I whimpered as I nodded. I was sodden and my nipples had already peaked. I did know how good Logan was, but even he couldn’t be everywhere on my body at once. The thought of being kissed while my clit was being licked or sucked was overwhelming that little nagging voice that was telling me I shouldn’t be here. Even before I’d first hired Logan, my secret fantasy was to have two men pleasure me all night. And now it seemed my fantasy really was going to become a reality. ‘Take me upstairs now, before I change my mind.’
‘Excellent. You won’t regret it. Have I ever let you down before?’ he asked, as he straightened up and offered me his hand, which I took.
‘Never,’ I responded on a breathy sigh, as my chest heaved.
Logan
I checked my watch as I drank my water, keeping one eye on the door of the bar. Ava should be arriving any moment. She was probably the only client I’d actually looked forward to meeting, since my booking with Summer. If she’d been ten or so years younger, she would have been quite my type: A classic brunette beauty, sexy yet classy, intelligent and sweet. Most of all, I knew how much these sessions meant to her. Yes it was sex because she wanted it, but it was more like she needed it to flourish, like a plant starved of water. Without it she would wither and lose her confidence. She needed to be reminded that she was a sensual woman, a sexual being who most guys would chew their right arm off to have, yet that wanker she was with ignored her and made her insecure about her own self-worth. I despised men like him. What man didn’t put his wife as the centre of his world and bring her the pleasure she deserved?
I wasn’t entirely sure why she stayed with him. It wasn’t the money; she came from money herself. The background checks my IT guy, Ian, had run for me had unearthed that straight away. Her family had ties to the oil business in the Middle East, which explained her dark glossy hair, rich chocolate eyes and almost olive skin tone. I could only put it down to a marriage of convenience, or maybe her self-esteem really was shot. Either way, I saw myself as the seasonal rains on the plains of the Serengeti, quenching her thirst after the long dry spell, and giving her the sustenance required to keep moving forward until I sated her again. She shouldn’t need me though; he should be her water, he should be nurturing her.
I nodded at Trey as I saw her enter the bar and smiled over at her. She looked amazing as ever. That rich red I’d chosen really suited her and she had the best figure of any woman her age I’d ever seen. She put women younger than her to shame. Her breasts weren’t big enough for my tastes; not heavy and full like Summer’s, with those enormous pink nipples that had given my mouth such a work out, and she wasn’t as curvaceous. Damn it. I was thinking of bloody Summer, again. I was hard for her, again. Nine damn months and she still plagued my waking and sleeping thoughts. I quickly stood up to greet Ava.
Trey
I saw Logan nod at me and quickly looked around at the bar entrance and nearly whistled through my teeth. There were sexy women and sexy women and she ranked right up there. Her picture seriously hadn’t done her justice. Part of me wondered why a woman like her had to pay for sex, part of me was thankful; she was going to be no chore. I was hard already, but my d
ick surged as I studied her, and once I got this hard, it wasn’t easy to get it to go down. I cocked my head as I ran my eyes up her long shapely legs, nicely offset by those heels. Damn. I knocked back my water as Logan spoke to her and I saw her look back at me. She looked nervous, but I recognised the fire in her eyes. She wasn’t backing out, she was eager for us.
I slid off my stool and picked up my briefcase, which contained fresh clothing for the morning and my toiletries, along with condoms and lubricant, staple supplies for any job. I followed them out of the bar, winking at the girls as I passed and they broke into more girlish giggles as their cheeks flamed. I soon turned my attention to Ava’s backside swaying sexily in her closely fitted dress. She was one classy looking woman. A natural looking woman, a rarity with some of the clients I saw, all fake tits, nails and some arses too. I wondered what would happen if they sat on a tack on a chair? Would their backsides suddenly deflate? And if one cheek went down, would you have to pop the other, to even out the sagginess of the previously filled domes? I decided next time I was sucking on a fake tit I wouldn’t apply so much pressure, a mouthful of exploding plastic was possibly the one thing that would deflate my cock as quick as their breasts.
The Lounge
Ava
Trey closed the door behind me as Logan took my clutch bag and placed it on the coffee table. Then, he gently tugged on my ponytail, tipping my head to the side as he trailed his tongue up my neck. I sighed heavily, I was so sensitive there. I was so sensitive everywhere. Months of lack of contact had me wound as tightly as a coiled spring waiting for release. In fact, if Logan kept kissing my neck like that, I was liable to come. My clit was already pulsating against those smooth pearls and I half-closed my eyes as his lips met my skin and started to kiss, gentle butterfly kisses that made my skin crackle and rendered me to the consistency of warmed honey. I heard a champagne cork pop and looked through lazy eyes to see Trey pouring a glass from my favourite bottle. How did Logan know these things? His hands gripped my hips, his fingers gently kneading as Trey set down the glass on the coffee table and stepped up behind me. I caught my breath as he placed his hands on my waist and started to kiss the other side of my neck.
‘Ava,’ he sighed as he moved up to my ear. ‘Your body’s insane. I’d love to see more of it.’
‘Hmmm,’ I sighed, as I tried to get used to the sensation of having my neck kissed on both sides at once. A man could have such an effect with his lips in just the right place there, but two sets of lips? Holy hell, I was going to be done in after the first session with these guys. I felt his fingers move to grip my zip and he lowered it agonisingly slowly, trailing his index finger down each vertebra as he went. Crackles of energy came off his hand and soaked into my skin. I dropped my head back onto his shoulder, as a moan escaped my lips.
‘Champagne?’ Logan breathed into my ear.
‘I … O God,’ I cried, as Trey bit the back of my neck. He ran his hands up to my shoulder, slipping his fingers into the material of my dress and started to work it down my arms.
‘I’ll take that as a yes,’ chuckled Logan as he stepped away from me. I helped Trey by extracting my hands from the sleeves of my dress and shivered as his fingers skimmed over my waist and hips as he rolled the dress further down until it slithered to the floor, leaving me standing in just my heels and underwear.
‘Ava,’ he groaned, as he flattened his palms and moved them around to clutch my stomach. ‘Do you have any idea how hard you’ve made me?’
I didn’t have a chance to say anything as Logan stood in front of me, took a mouthful of champagne then stepped forward, clutched my face and angled it backwards as he lowered his mouth to mine. Our lips met and mine parted for him automatically and I felt the simultaneous invasion of his tongue and fresh, crisp bubbles that exploded in my mouth. A kiss from Logan was a wonderful thing on its own. If there were eight wonders of the world, then there should be eight sexual experiences in life that every woman has the chance to experience. I’d lay odds that Logan would take the award for most of them, starting with his kisses. I swallowed the champagne as his tongue sensuously danced around mine with well-practiced ease. How sad was it that I could end the night happy now, from just fingers on skin and a mouth on mine putting me into such a pleasurable state? Trey’s fingers moved to undo the hooks on my bra and slid the straps off my shoulders, before he slithered it away from me and reached around to palm my aching breasts. I whimpered into Logan’s mouth as Trey gently kneaded with his hands, laying a trail of kisses up the back of my neck as he tucked in closer behind me. I could feel the outline of his erection against my backside; the rigidness of it was impressive and had me automatically clenching in anticipation of having him inside me.
When Trey’s fingers started to pinch and pull on my nipples I cried out, the noise muffled by Logan’s skilled tongue in my mouth. He pulled back and sipped more champagne as he watched me helplessly writhing. As if they were communicating telepathically, one of Trey’s hands moved to palm my stomach as Logan dipped his head and took one of my painfully swollen nipples into his mouth and started to suck. The combined chill of the alcohol and heat of his mouth was toe-curlingly good. When Trey’s hand reached down and slid between my legs gently rubbing the pearls nestled in my swollen folds, I started to tremble. Logan’s lips pulled harder, elongating my tender nipple as Trey gently pinched the other, while his fingers continued to rub the pearls. I reached up with one hand and clutched the back of Logan’s head to keep him on me as I pressed Trey’s hand harder between my legs. The friction on my clit was amazing. In seconds I let out a high-pitched cry as a quick short orgasm hit me, and leaned back on Trey’s hard body to support myself.
‘You’re still as responsive as ever, Ava,’ Logan smiled as he straightened up.
‘She’s wet, seriously wet. These pearls are coated and I’m going to love sucking them clean,’ Trey groaned in my ear.
‘O God,’ I moaned at thought of it. Logan shrugged off his jacket, tossed it over the back of the chair and started to undo his tie, while Trey released my nipple, clasped my chin and tilted my head back, taking my mouth in a crushing embrace. He had none of Logan’s finesse and fine skill, but he made up for it with enthusiasm and vigour. He made me feel as if he couldn’t get enough of me. That hunger was what I was missing in my marriage; to have someone need me, or want me the way that Logan and Trey made me feel. That would make me feel so special. Trey suddenly released me and I heard the sound of him undressing behind me and refocused my eyes to see that Logan was down to his boxers. I felt myself staring at his insane body. He was muscular perfection, lean and defined without being big and bulky, with no fat anywhere on him at all. He didn’t have any tattoos or noticeable scars either, no blemishes to mar him. He just radiated power and sexiness and boy was my body getting the message. Was there any woman in the world who’d be immune to his raw sexual appeal? I sincerely doubted it.
‘Are you ok, Ava?’ he smiled as he moved back towards me. I tried to speak, but nothing came out, so I just nodded instead. He sipped more champagne, gripped my ponytail at its base, tipping my head back as he trickled the dry crisp fluid from his mouth to mine, the bubbles exploding on the roof of my mouth. I drank hungrily, before he spun me around and pressed up behind me, his erection nestled into the small of my back as he ran his hands up and down my arms, slowly, making me shiver at the lightest of brushes against my parched skin. My eyes widened as I took in Trey, who was also down to his boxers. He was stockier than Logan, with the hint of a tan and black and grey tattoos on his bulging biceps, ribs and down that delicious V of his. It made him seem older than he looked, which was good. In my mind sex with someone his age was seriously wrong, I didn’t need a reminder looking at a wimpy body. Luckily he had the body of a well buffed man. I watched as he grasped his erection. His eyes slowly raked my body, the lust in them obvious, and I shivered as Logan’s lips returned to my neck and his hands palmed my tender breasts again. ‘Are you ready to feel
both of us working on you at once?’
‘Yes,’ I whispered, unable to take my eyes of the bulge in Trey’s boxers. He was so much bigger than David. I doubted he was as large as Logan, but even so, it was impressive.
‘Excellent response,’ grinned Trey. ‘Because I’m more than ready for you.’ He stepped forward and kissed me again, with his fingers clasping my jawbone as his thumbs stroked my cheeks. He was eager, passionate and animalistic in the way he kissed, like his hunger for me would never be sated and God did that make me feel good about myself. He pressed in closer, backing me up tightly against Logan and I whimpered. I was completely sandwiched between two of the hottest men I’d ever seen. An erection against my back, the other digging painfully into my stomach, while one man kissed my neck and the other plundered my mouth. I felt like I was in some weird alternate reality. Things like this just didn’t happen to normal people. At least I didn’t think they did, they never had to me, until I paid to make it happen. I tentatively put my hands on Trey’s hips, my thumbs running up and down that dent that had me salivate every time I saw it on Logan. Trey groaned and pulled away from our kiss. His bright blue expressive eyes had turned darker under his hooded gaze and the look made me catch my breath. He suddenly stepped back and dropped to his knees in front of me, laying kisses on my stomach and tracing the edge of my red knickers with his tongue.
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