For The Wicked (Fantasy Heights) (11 page)

He continued to guide his wife’s dress down, revealing smallish breasts and a nicely curvy figure. Once the dress had slipped to the floor, he closed his hands over her breasts to mimic Phillip’s gloriously torturous actions. Amanda watched, surprised at the way her own body swelled and heated in response to what she was seeing. Maybe because they were so nearby. Or maybe because her body had high hopes that the fantasy would play itself out as scripted.

The odds climbed higher when the other couple finally worked up the courage to join in. This time, the wife of the pair was the first to succumb, picking up her husband’s hands and guiding him to strip off her dress. He needed little more encouragement, as if he had been waiting for her permission.

Soon enough both couples faced her. Amanda watched hands work away at nipples, and the rosy stain of arousal spread across skin. Compelled, she raised a hand to trace her palm across the nearest wife’s nipple. The husband stretched it out to meet her touch.

She felt the contact sharply between her legs, her pussy quickening. The sound she made betrayed the escalation. Phillip’s hand travelled to her mound an instant later, his index finger sliding between her labia.

Finding her wet and heated, Phillip made a low, soft growling sound that reminded her of Thomas. A fleeting wish that he could have been here to watch sent her pulse into overdrive. Of course, the two of them seemed to be getting worse at controlling themselves rather than better. By now, Thomas would likely have pulled her off set and had her bent over the nearest available surface, fucking her brains out.

To make matters worse, her imagination decided to toss Josh into that tableau, catching them together. Joining them. Putting her mouth to good use.

A spear of wanton pleasure beamed from her pussy up to her throat. She writhed under its effect. Phillip must have felt the spike in arousal. The hand he’d kept between her legs sought her cunt. First one thick finger invaded. Then two, pumping in and out so slowly, grating against an eager ring of nerves, creating a sensual friction.

She watched as the other couples followed Phillip’s cue, husbands banging wives, and all eyes drinking in what everyone else was doing.

Phillip withdrew his fingers, ready to move on. Amanda took over then. It was her turn to undress him. Once he’d done away with his shoes, she stripped him of everything else. Then it was the ladies’ turn to stand behind their partner.

The wait staff appeared on cue to pick up clothes and place them neatly on benches. They shifted chaises around into scripted positions, and added elegant hand-tables in lieu of treasure chests. Each table held warming dishes filled with lube and an array of toys. Amanda now felt a stab of envy, seeing the plugs and double-ended dildos, nipple clamps and shock wands. The couples had this room and the adjoined bedroom suite all night. Only one of those toys was scripted. The rest, she hoped, would be put to use after she and Phillip left the set.

Feeling hopeful that she and Phillip could inspire a long night of brave, sensual experimentation, she rubbed at his nipples for a bit, then dipped her fingers into the lube dish. She transferred it onto Phillip’s shaft, gripping him tightly and pulling toward the center of their group. She repeated the act, maybe a couple unnecessary times to get his head slippery. She kneaded him, squeezing hard around his glans, and nipping his shoulder every time he let out one of those shaky, aroused sighs in response to her touch.

Observing the others, she wished they had done more with this part of the script. It would have been fun to rotate partners so they could feel and stroke and break down more inhibitions. Maybe even have the men stroke each other to get them comfortable with the idea.

Too much too soon, she figured, and let the idea go, focusing instead on Phillip’s cock She stroked lube from the base of his balls, up his shaft to the tip in long, firm strokes. She smiled against his neck, feeling a distinct wobble in his knees every time her very slippery hand squeezed over his balls. It would be so easy to make him come. All she would have to do focus most of her attention on his balls while the other hand worked at his glans and tip.

Fun, but not in the script. Phillip seconded the fact by grabbing hold of her wrist, and guiding them onto the next step.

Amanda dreaded this part. She was supposed to be the pro in this equation, but she could easily embarrass herself if she wasn’t careful. Phillip led her to one of the chaises. The ends had been drawn together to form a triangle, leaving about a foot between each corner for them to move through. Each chaise had been draped with thick cotton blankets. Phillip straddled the chaise and sat down, patting between his knees for her to join him.

She sat at the end of the chaise and Phillip scooted up behind. He provided a backrest while she raised her knees. Phillip reached forward to guide her knees up and apart, spreading her wide open. As always, she felt a rush of pure sexual greed as the others stared at her pussy.

“Rub yourself,” Phillip directed.

She barely suppressed a whimper as the wait staff reappeared to shift the hand tables within reach of the chaises. More people watched as she sent a hand between her own legs, carefully avoiding any contact with her clit to start, drawing the underside of her middle finger along her slit. She stroked and rubbed, putting on a show for an eager audience without enflaming herself more than she already was.

The others moved slowly into position. One of the women seemed reluctant, and Amanda felt another spike in arousal as the husband took over. He whispered something Amanda couldn’t hear while easing his wife down onto the chaise between his knees, then exerting some force to spread her legs and expose her cunt.

Phillip reached over to clamp a hand onto one of the reluctant wife’s knees, freeing the husband’s hand to stroke up his wife’s slit. He banged her deep, and then withdrew to spread her labia wide open.

Amanda flinched as the husband dealt his wife a sudden slap to the clit. The woman cried out in surprise, and Amanda felt her own clit heat up.

That had not been in the script. She wished it had.

Phillip whispered to her. “Easy. We’ve a long way to go yet.”

She heeded his words, and watched arousal overcome the reluctant wife’s nerves. Maybe overshoot them by a couple miles, for the woman skipped all the playing around and sank her middle finger into her own pussy.

The husband veered off script again, taking hold of his wife’s hand and guiding it, pumping that finger in and out of her cunt while they all watched.

Phillip let go of the woman’s knee to give Amanda a gentle slap on the inner thigh that made her pussy clench. She had stopped rubbing, so intent on watching the other couple.

She dutifully obeyed, albeit cautiously, and after a time, when both the other women were writhing, begging for release, Phillip called for another change of position. This time, the women were behind the men, who began to stroke their own cocks.

No holdouts this time, and Amanda watched how the men’s hands moved, noticing slight differences in where they focused their efforts, and how their hands moved. One of them was very rough around his glans. The other played more with his balls. Phillip, like her, was more cautious, playing at stroking to keep things nice and calm.

Amanda reached down to grasp the inside of his thighs, and felt him tense up. Saw the tip of his cock turn a darker shade of reddish purple. She wanted to slide her hands to his balls and grasp and pull and knead, but didn’t want to push her luck. Heeding his unspoken warning, she kept her hands still. The wives followed her lead, and got similar jolts of response.

Phillip called that to a quick halt, ordering them onto the next phase of the script. Amanda breathed a quiet sigh of relief. Now that the monkey-see, monkey-do portion of the script was over, she would be on the offensive now, active, and not drowning in her own arousal.

The couples swapped positions again so the women were at the end of the chaises, legs spread wide. Amanda got to her knees on the floor. She lowered her head to the first of the wives. She stroked the woman’s labia and clit, then kissed her there, feeling the woman writhe with arousal.

Poor thing, Amanda thought. This was probably her first time ever being touched by another woman. She could feel a dangerous quiver against her lips, a precursor to orgasm.

She immediately lifted her head and heard the woman let out a sound of frustration.

Good. Excellent sign. Amanda left her at the brink to migrate to the other wife and repeat the same act, maybe sucking a little harder to bring the woman to a similar peak of arousal.

This one arched her back and cried out, and her husband took hold of both her nipples and began to squeeze and roll and pull the way Phillip had.

Amanda felt the first orgasm of the night form and explode against her mouth. She did everything possible to escalate and prolong it, reaching up to roughly bang the woman and suck hard on her clit.

The woman squirmed and sang out in ecstatic release. Phillip, meanwhile, put his hand on the back of Amanda’s head, encouraging her to be even more aggressive. It was fine if the women came so soon. They could be made to come over and over again. The men required more careful timing.

Once the woman began to subside and a different type of writhing took over, Amanda abandoned her. Let her catch her breath and enjoy the afterglow for a while.

Time to bring the other wife to a similarly powerful release. The woman resisted at first until Phillip quietly told her to let Amanda make her feel good. The couples had all night to try anything and everything. The fun would not be over any time soon and perhaps not at all if the couples had the courage and discipline to bring what they discovered at Fantasy Heights into their everyday lives.

Amanda agreed. As long as they were responsible, emotionally and physically, there was no reason they couldn’t do this whenever the notion struck. She closed her mouth over the tip of the wife’s pubic bone, using her tongue to rub her clit in hard, big circles.

The woman let out a sound that made Amanda’s nipples tighten all over again.

Phillip put a hand on her shoulder. Patted. She lifted her head and found Phillip holding a lubed dildo. Amanda sat up and painted the head of the dildo along the woman’s slit before dipping it shallowly into the woman’s pussy.

More nice sounds. She listened, letting the wife’s reactions guide how deep she went, and how hard. She smiled a little. It was hard not to, as it was so obvious that the wife wanted her to go hard and fast. It was lovely to see such wild abandon, and know that no matter how these couples’ future played out, right now they were creating an unforgettable experience.

Amanda pumped and twisted, then had an idea. She reached over for the other wife’s hand and made her take over. No reluctance. Now they were getting somewhere. Phillip sat back to watch while Amanda engaged the woman’s husband. She drew his hand down between his wife’s legs and made him pinch and pull at an extremely swollen clit.

Watching the dildo slide in and out, Amanda paid careful attention to the tightening of muscles around the shaft. Orgasm wasn’t far off. It could be bigger and longer if they changed the pace.

Amanda intervened, grabbing her helpers’ hands to still them. They should let the woman breathe a bit. Fine muscles twitched, and the woman squirmed, making mindless sounds of hopeful frustration.

It was the other wife who broke ranks, surprising them all by gently budging Amanda out of the way. She grabbed hold of both of the husband’s hands and set them at the apex of his wife’s thighs to part her labia. Then she began anew with pumping and twisting the dildo before lowering her head to apply once more.

Amanda felt a jolt of pride heavily dosed with arousal. Both of the male clients were utterly captivated by this new development, sitting up to get the best view possible as one wife went down on the other.

To no one’s surprise, the orgasm arrived quickly. And loudly. In the aftermath of gentle touching and kissing between the wives, the husbands spared Amanda and Phillip enough attention to thank them and let them go. Things had veered wildly off script, but this seemed to be the breakthrough the couples had hoped for, and the women weren’t letting the orgasms stop them. They ordered the men into the adjoined suite, and the rest was left to Amanda’s fertile imagination while she and Phillip left the set.

Amanda, still on fire, was endlessly relieved to find Josh and Helen awaiting them in the hallway.

Josh held a robe draped over one arm. Instead of giving it to her, he drew her down the hall and through the first door they reached. A library or something. She’d never been in the room before, and didn’t waste time absorbing her surroundings. Her entire world in that moment consisted of moonlight streaming in from a huge arched window. And Josh. His hands shook as he pulled her to the center of the pool of light. Her brows went up when he tossed the robe aside.

Wondering how much of the fantasy Josh had watched to bring him to such a state, she backed away from him, out of reach.

“Too many clothes on, Mr. Taylor. Take them off. All of them. Now.”

A flicker of impatient annoyance tightened his features, but he dutifully toed out of his shoes and went to work on a designer t-shirt.

Amanda watched every move he made, adored every inch of skin and muscle he revealed. She warmed at the way his hair got all messy in his haste to get everything off. And her body, with its excellent sense memory, remembered the feel of him last time, holding her head down and fucking her so hard. Intoxicating, how such an emotionally gentle soul could be so rough in pursuit of their mutual pleasure.

He glanced at the bench placed beneath the window. To one side sat a pillar with an important-looking vase on top. To the other was a glass display case filled with trinkets. She didn’t bother looking at them. She thought only of Josh, who lay on his back on the bench. He hauled her forward and told her to straddle his head. Experience proved he liked this position. She disobeyed only enough to turn around, so that while she gave him what he wanted, she could also take his cock into her mouth the way she’d imagined earlier.