Page 19 of Private Pleasures

“Not until I’ve fed you some strawberries,” he said mischievously. And he popped one into her mouth.

Nora retaliated, and shortly they were both covered with juice from the ripe berries. They licked each other’s faces and hands clean. Before Nora might request Rolf again, Kyle was drizzling a thin stream of chocolate all over her torso, and then spraying cream on top of it. Nora squealed with surprise. He began to lick the chocolate and cream off of her body. His warm tongue lapped at her, and she felt her lust beginning to reassert itself strongly. He dripped chocolate onto her clit, and began to lick at it. Then suddenly he reversed his position so that his penis was near her mouth.

Nora took up the bottle of Hershey’s syrup and filled her mouth. Then, reaching out, she took his dick into the newly made bowl, and began to suck and lick at him. He filled her cunt with cool cream, and began to eat her. She sucked him harder and harder as her own senses blazed up.

“I don’t want to come in your mouth,” he groaned. “When I tell you stop, stop!” He frantically licked the cream he had spread into her sexual cavity, clearing the way for his penetration. “Stop! Damnit, Nora, stop!”

Reluctantly she did, because she wanted him to stuff her with his swollen penis. She opened her mouth and released him. He reversed himself so quickly that she was almost breathless as he plunged into her wet vagina. “Ohh, God, yes, Kyle!” she sobbed in his ear. “Fuck me, darling, and don’t stop!” She wrapped her slender legs about his hard body, panting as he labored over her with enthusiasm.

He pulled himself out of her so far that she could feel the very tip of his dick at the mouth of her vagina. Then he pushed himself back in, slowly, slowly. He did this several times until she was sobbing.

“No! No! Faster!” she demanded of him. “Faster, Kyle!”

He complied, and before he wanted to he was coming in hard, thick spurts, and Nora was clawing at his back and mewling with her own pleasure.

“Omigod! Omigod!” she gasped.

“Amen to that,” he said, rolling off of her. Then, turning, he looked down into her face. “Feel better, Red?”

She nodded slowly. “Much better,” she told him, curling up against him. “But I still want Rolf to join us.”

He laughed. “I give up,” he said.

“Then call him,” she ordered. “And then let’s go take a shower. Good thing we didn’t do this in the bed.”

“We’d just call housekeeping to send up the maid to change the sheets,” he told her.

“Is the maid pretty?” Nora asked him.

“She can be. Why?”

“We might try a foursome sometime, or perhaps a different kind of threesome,” Nora said suggestively. “Would you like that kind of threesome, Kyle, my lover?”

He nodded.

“Then we’ll have to do it sometime,” Nora replied daringly. “I’ve never thought about it before, but it might be fun to watch you get turned on by me and another woman playing together.” She slid off of the double chaise, standing. Her pointed red tongue touched her upper lip. “Could two women turn you on even more?”

He nodded again.

“Call for Rolfie, then, lover, and if you’re a good boy, maybe next time our threesome will be you, me, and the maid. I’ll be in the shower. Come and join me when you’ve done your duty.” With a smile she disappeared back into the apartment.

He followed behind her, picking up the cordless phone on the table in the living room on the way, and pressing a button on it. “Send up Rolf,” he said. “Madame would like a massage.” Then he entered the luxurious bath, where Nora was already in the shower.

“Wash me,” she ordered him, handing him a soap-filled sponge, standing straight and facing him. “I like it when you take care of me.”

He took the sponge from her. “Lift your hair up,” he said. “And you have to learn how to take care of yourself, Nora.”

“I know,” she agreed, holding her wet hair off of her shoulders as he began to wash her. “But in a sense I’ve been taking care of myself, and everyone else, ever since I got married. It’s nice having you around. Even if you are just a fantasy.”

“Maybe the world which you think you inhabit is the fantasy,” he told her, swirling the sponge down and around her chest. He lifted each breast separately and washed it. “Maybe this is the reality.”

“No such luck,” Nora sighed. “What is it my friend Carla says? Life is a bitch, and then you die. No, Kyle, this is definitely the fantasy, I’m sorry to admit. And when I wake up again, I’ll be the plump, middle-aged woman in her chair whose husband is about to dump her for a younger woman. And since, it seems, he’s got control of everything, I will have to fight him for my very survival. Hell, I might not be able to afford Suburban Cable, which means I won’t have you.”

“You wouldn’t let that happen, Nora, would you?” The sponge moved over her belly, and down to her pubic area.

“No,” she said. “I wouldn’t. The Channel is the only thing keeping me from being scared to death right now. And you, darling Kyle, are keeping me sane.”

“How about me?” The shower door opened, and Rolf stepped in. “Don’t I figure anywhere in this equation?” His blue eyes were twinkling at her.