For a few seconds, their hands were linked and her love grew tighter, stronger. The pulsing intensified between her legs, and she said nothing, basking in the bond of this single moment of Mark and silence and dawn.
Their bodies melded, but didn’t join and she loved the togetherness, the anticipation growing like fire inside of her.
Debby had to admit the idea of reuniting their foursome had pushed her to the brink of climax. They’d had the best time way back when, but she and Mark had never repeated the experience with Anya and Mario, not wanting to ruin the memory.
Speaking to Anya yesterday had brought back memories of their shared weekend and of how the freak in her had awakened.
They’d lost an eight ball in the corner pocket shot to the guys and had to French kiss. The next loss, the bras had to come off, nipples became fair game, and the rest was history. Now all she wanted was them. All of their hands on her body, their mouths, their fingers, their smiles bathing her in pleasure.
Mark’s voice brought her back to reality and lovemaking.
“That would be a nice birthday present,” he whispered into her ear. His hands surged through her short stylish haircut, his mouth devouring her back and shoulders.
She turned to take his swollen dick in her hand and stroked him. “You sure you want that as your gift?”
His dark eyes danced as his mouth found her nipple. “I have everything else I want.”
Pulling Debby to him, he plunged into her and she gasped before a guttural sound fought out of her. Their coupling was hungry and rough. His arm crossing her body, he thrust hard and deep.
She turned to gaze into his eyes and could see the determination and purpose. Mark wanted to leave his impression on her for the rest of the day. He wanted to give her something to think about when her clients were talking glass dining room tables, slate flooring or tile, wallpaper or paint. He wanted her to think about getting fucked by her husband this morning.
Her climax began to curl in her toes, and she tightened her vaginal wall muscles. Mark bit her ear. He wasn’t ready to come, but she didn’t care. She couldn’t control the climax riding up her legs on the coattails of love. “Come with me, baby,” she begged him.
His thrusts were the most intense her body could withstand. Raking him with her nails was her final chord to a refrain that had ended perfectly. She burst. Her mouth flew open and her body sailed into the pink and purple dawn as he finally filled her.
Mark’s actual birthday had come and gone. They had celebrated for more than a week with Mark going in late every day. Debby had gotten used to being with him all week in the mornings, sharing breakfast and talking. But when he had to go in for an early meeting this morning, she had pouted, until she found the red box with her name written in Mark’s familiar script, left on the seat of her BMW.
Mark had bought her something, but what? And why? Anya and Mario—his birthday presents—were arriving today. It was his day to receive gifts.
Tossing her briefcase onto the seat, she climbed into the car and lifted the lid on the box. Inside was the diamond emerald bangle bracelet that she’d been eyeing while they’d been in Japan. It had been too much yen, and she’d walked away from it, but he’d bought it anyway behind her back.
Smiling, she leaned her head on the steering wheel then sat up, wondering how she’d gotten so lucky. The bracelet was gorgeous, but it wasn’t just the jewelry. Mark was the most amazing man, and he was going to get it good tonight. She pressed the phone button inside the steering wheel that dialed his phone.
“Did you get your present?” he asked immediately.
“You know I did. How did you do this without me knowing?”
“I had to be very sneaky. But let me tell you why. I did it because you indulge my every fantasy and my every whim. Before our company arrives tomorrow, I wanted you to know that I love you. I’m going to have a good time with Anya and Mario, but I didn’t want you to think this is some kind of consolation prize for my birthday present.”
“Oh, Mark,” she breathed, as she slipped on her bracelet. “I love you, but you know me better than that.”
“I do, but you’re still a woman. And that is a nice bracelet. It’s for you, my love.”
She sighed slowly, smiling, looking at the dazzling emeralds. “I love it.”
“Good. Look on the backseat.”
“What?” Debby spun around and saw the small box from her favorite exclusive lingerie store. She pulled up the black and gold box and untied the string. Inside were two beige camouflage thongs.
“Are these for me?”
“Yes, for you and Anya. My only request. I’d like to at least see your lingerie once in a while.”
“No problem. I know camouflage is about the only color you can see, so I will make sure you get an eyeful. And, darling, I do everything I do because I love seeing you happy. We’re going to have a great time tomorrow.”
“We are, aren’t we? Two clits, four breasts, an extra dick… I’ve got to stop thinking about it or I won’t be able to leave my office.”
Just like that, he woke up her clit, which would distract her all day. “It’s going to be amazing. I’ll see you tonight.”
“Don’t work too hard,” Mark said.
“Bye, darling,” she said, and blew him a kiss.
“Four breasts, two clits, two dicks. You said that, didn’t you, honey? Tell the truth, Mark.” Debby and Anya stood on one side of the billiard table in the play room, as she and Mark playfully referred to the thousand-foot recreation and theater room in their home.
Mark and Mario were down to their boxers, looking only slightly uncomfortable, considering that the girls were only out of their shoes and jewelry and just had two balls left on the table.
“I don’t recall that conversation, sweetheart.”
“You’re such a fibber,” Debby told him, chuckling as she leaned down, giving them an eyeful. She held her pose and drew the pool stick back. Slowly she rotated the cue between her fingers and pumped it, still not striking the white ball, loving that she’d decided early on to go braless. “Six, corner pocket.” The shot dropped without a problem.
“Great shot, partner.” Anya walked by, braless as well.
Supper had long been eaten and they had all moved on to after-dinner drinks and seduction. The couple had arrived only a few hours ago and it was like the twenty years between visits had just slipped away.
Playing strip billiards again had been Mario’s idea, and it was the perfect ice-breaker. Catching up had taken most of the evening, but now everyone was comfortable, except for Mark who had sprouted a tent in the front of his boxers. He was hot for Debby, but Anya’s round ass was doing something to him as well. His cock had radar for her.
Debby gazed at Mario, openly admiring his physique. He’d stayed in excellent physical shape. The commentator for a popular sports channel, he was a dark chocolate dreamboat, with a buzzed haircut, his grin worth a million bucks, while Anya reminded Debby of the model Roshumba.
She’d become an executive vice president for a major hotel chain. They had four children, but they’d left their brood back in Philadelphia to come to Atlanta for the reunion and to recreate a night of passion.
“I thought the reunion started tonight,” Mario complained good-naturedly. “I’m supposed to be getting drunk with people I don’t remember. Not with you two losers,” he said to Anya and Debby.
The girls laughed. “We’re not the ones standing around in our drawers,” Debby told Mario as she handed him his Hennessey and Coke. She giggled like a schoolgirl when he pulled her in for a kiss on the cheek that slowly turned into more.
Mario had a lot going for him, including a large dick that Debby hadn’t forgotten. When they broke apart, her lips tingled from the feel of another man’s lips. Then she leaned over and kissed her husband. The different and familiar were the best of both worlds.
Anya watched the byplay. “Eight ball, right center.” She took aim at the last bal
l on the table for the women and tapped it in, ending the game. She undid the belt from her waist and let it slip to the floor, peeled off the silk sweater and it landed on the floor too. Her breasts were bare and lovely. “Honey, this is the cock and tail party I want to be at. We’ll reunite with the others tomorrow for the dinner.” Anya winked at Mario. “This place has way better towels, so—” She wiggled four fingers, while mouthing four to him.
Everyone burst out laughing. “You two are nuts.” Mark told them, sliding all of the pool cues onto the table before reaching for Anya.
“It’s her. She’s got me acting like a kid.” Mario reached out and gave Anya a sensual kiss.
“Well, they earned their reward,” Mark told Mario. “I guess we owe them their wish to see us go first.”
The girls walked ahead of them, their arms sliding around each other’s waists.
Inside, they undressed and climbed into the king-size bed, the men in the center.
For a second Debby wondered if there would be any awkwardness between them, but there wasn’t. Mario reached for Mark and they shared a kiss that was gentle yet exciting. Mario was darker than Mark, his musculature a little larger, but Mark was taller and leaner, his dick jutting out as if to find its intended target.
The women were behind each other’s husbands, watching them. Debby stroked Mario’s strong arms, her mouth seeking his neck. She found the curve with her tongue, tracing up and down, seeing how good Anya had it every night. He groaned. “I like that,” he said, and she moved to his ear, letting her tongue titillate until she felt his movements becoming more aggressive. She didn’t want to go too far, because she wanted Mark to experience his full birthday present.
Mark’s hand had left Mario’s side and was now gripping Anya’s thigh and she urged it around, but he wouldn’t let go. He pulled her around until she was facing his penis, and he lovingly cupped her head. “Will you?”
Anya wanted him badly. Opening her mouth, she took him in as she felt her own legs being moved apart and her friend Debby lapping at her nectar. It didn’t take much to set Anya off. Sucking on Mark with his wife between her legs was enough to send her into orbit. She could feel herself being pulled up on the bed and her breasts being sucked, but then she saw Mario move down between Mark’s legs to take her place. She and Mark were at the top of the bed and he held her. “I always thought you had the most beautiful nipples.”
“I’ll come again if you suck them just right.”
“I’ll come if he sucks me just right,” he said, watching Mario go after his dick.
“I wanna come too,” Debby said, leaving Mario’s dick and crawling up on the bed.
Mark lay flat on the bed, leaving Anya’s nipples for a second. “Climb up here, baby.”
Debby sat on his face and Anya kissed her breasts, massaging her arms and back and ass. She stimulated Mark with her nails and hands, letting them roam his body, licking him, biting Mario’s nipples, letting her fingers play in his hair.
Mark’s thrusts into Mario’s mouth became more forceful and Debby raked his nipples, seeing how much he liked watching Anya sexing her, the sensation of his dick being sucked, and his nipples being stimulated as he ate her pussy. Finally, he burst. The first shot hit Mario in the mouth, the rest flew onto the bed. Debby went off, too, her husband licking her to completion before Mario grabbed Debby and entered her, his dick wide and full, his thrusts hard and fast.
Anya pinched Debby’s nipples, and the pleasure and pain sent Debby flying. Just when she didn’t think she could take any more, Mark sucked another climax out of her clit that had her screaming before the four of them collapsed in happy exhaustion.
Awakening to the patter of rain against the rooftop, Debby turned over and realized she’d just had the best foursome sex of her life. Carefully, she climbed over Anya and scooted down in front of Mark. Softly, she called his name. His eyes slid open. “Yes, dear?” He kissed the tip of her nose and brought her close to him.
“I’m starving.”
“Me too,” Anya said.
Mark grinned at his wife, who caressed the hairs on his chin.
“Feed your women.” Playfully Debby bit him.
The ladies started giggling, and Mario’s feet hit the floor with a smack. “Last one dressed is buying.”
There was a lot of pushing and shoving and Debby was last to get out of bed. She followed her husband into the shower and when the car backed down the driveway, it was understood that Mark was going to pay.
“Party of four, for Ericson. This way, please.” Anya and Debby clasped hands and shared private smiles as they followed Janice to their table at Scope, a quiet restaurant in Atlanta.
Brunch was filled with talk of careers and family, life in Atlanta versus Philadelphia and colleges for their respective children. Soon the meal came to an end, and they all decided to top it off with a Mimosa toast.
Seated with a view of the lake, they watched the sunlight dance off the surface of the water. “When shall we repeat our weekend party of four?” Anya asked, taking Mario’s hand.
Mark kissed the back of Debby’s hand, the diamonds on her new emerald bracelet sparkling. “Twenty years,” Mark offered confidently. “It’s worked perfectly up until now.”
Everyone looked around and agreed.
Mario kissed Anya intimately. “Next time we’re hosting,” she said.
Late that night, warmly ensconced in their bed, Mark held his wife who he’d just made passionate love to. “You sure you don’t want to see them more often?”
Debby shook her head, looking at her husband, love surrounding them. “No. I had a great time, but this was about your birthday, so I’m happy with seeing them in twenty years. I’ve got what I want right here. I love you, Mark.”
“I love you, Debby.”
Their lips met in a sensual kiss that sparked a fire that burned long into the night.
WET
Elise Gower
I think great erotica is like a fabulous dream. You should be carried away from all your sensibilities and be open to experiencing new ones.
—Elise Gower
Adrienne Corley sat in her corner office, tapping her finger against the high-tech keyboard trying to open her unrelenting schedule. She was, as usual these days, oblivious to the swirl of activity on the trading floor just outside her door. How had things gotten so far out of control? How had she already reached this one birthday that would take her smack dab into middle age? This couldn’t be all there was to her life. There had to be something more.
There are about a hundred ways of dealing with a midlife crisis. Fast, expensive foreign cars and insatiable, hot young women came to mind. That’s great for the guy trying to get his 007 on, but what if you’re a woman—a black woman? Black women aren’t supposed to be swept up in crisis, midlife or otherwise. We don’t have the time.
Go with a younger man? Not likely, unless you are in deep cheddar and don’t care that you’ll have to finance the whole damn thing. Wealthy older man? Hell no, because for women like Adrienne, all you’ll get is the old. Old and rich want the twentysomething girls, not REAL women knocking down forty’s door. Damn! This whole mired-in-midlife-muck thing had snuck up on her, and Adrienne didn’t like surprises. She lived her highly demanding life in tight order, managing the people and things around her and making them work to her satisfaction. Control was the secret to her success.
But this gnawing discontent was growing stronger every day and beginning to disrupt her well-oiled machine of a life. She was going to have to stop shoving it aside and deal with it. But how? And when? Running the sales and trading floor for a small but profitable boutique investment firm left her very little time to do anything other than eat, sleep, exercise (to maintain her alpha-female status) and work. She needed time to regroup and figure out how to get back control of her life.
It seemed the only option that made sense was to finally use some of the vacation time she’d accumulated over the years for some sort
of total getaway. Yes, a trip complete with exotic venues and nonstop adventure. Maybe if she went hiking in the Himalayas she could eat and exercise and become enlightened as to why, despite nearly four decades of living, she had little of what really mattered to show for it. No husband, no kids, and, to be honest, not even the career she’d envisioned for herself. Just a high-paying job on Wall Street that saw to the bills and kept her busy during the day.
STOP! Adrienne tried to clear her mind of the pitiful and refocus on the possible. Maybe a walk around the trading floor would help. She slipped on her Manolos, got up and headed out of her corner office to check on her staff. That’s when she noticed the screensaver on her assistant’s desk. Was that Jada…on a surfboard?
That girl really has lost her mind, she thought, but the image stuck with her.
When she got home that night, she put on a little Mary J and stretched out on her overstuffed sofa. She was cracking the latest issue of O Magazine to check out the Halle Berry profile, when…WHAT? Halle, in the photo spread, was working a surfboard and looking nothing like forty. Maybe there was a message in this. According to the article, the hottest surfing school around was in Cabo San Lucas, Mexico. The five-star resort, with a surfing school right there on the premises, sounded perfect. Maybe this was just what she needed. So despite an intolerance for the unknown, the fact that she had bathing suits older than the average surfer dude, and her concern that even the best of weaves might not stand up to a gnarly wave, Adrienne picked up the phone and made plans toward the sun and away from the familiar. She was going to Cabo, to the Sonrisa Surfing School. Hell, if Jada and Halle could do it, so could she!
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