Palace of Passion
by Bonnie Robles
Ramon and Selma Vasquez were new to New York. After living in Liverpool for so long, Ramon had finally got a transfer and though the two were eager to leave the UK, there was just something about the States that made them shudder. They had to make new friends. It was a bit awkward for Selma since she had always fancied voyeurism and she was not sure whether they would run into Americans who liked that sort of thing.
Selma was a tall woman, quite curvy for a white woman. She had huge breasts; people usually mistook them for implants. Though her ass was not the huge J-lo bum, she still had a package to be proud of. Ramon was a thick haired man of Hispanic origin and Selma always told him that his body was more built for a Calvin Klein underwear shoot than normal clothes.
On the second day after the move, Selma was busying herself unpacking boxes when Ramon got out of the shower. She had resorted to unpacking in the living room because the two barely got any work done in the bedroom. She thought that a crowded living room would crowd Ramon’s judgment.
he smiled up at him when she saw him walking towards her; he had not bothered to secure his manhood behind a towel. She suddenly noticed that he had a semi hard-on going on. She rolled her eyes and shook her head.
“We spent the day in bed yesterday,” she said looking at him. “We are not doing this today,” she said as she sorted the clothing.
“Baby, come on,” he said walking towards her. “I have a whole eight days before reporting to work,” he added as he walked up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist.
“Yeah and at this rate, we won’t be settled even then,” she said. Even though she longed to have her husband’s cock buried inside her, she needed to put her foot down. Ramon could fuck like a god and she loved that about her husband but sometimes he acted more like a horny teenager than a responsible husband.
“What do we do about this then?” he asked as he pressed his cock into her bum. She turned around and sat on the bed.
“I could let you have your fun with the twins,” she said opening a button or two of her blouse. Ramon smiled.
“Yeah, baby,” he said reaching to touch her generous breasts. She leaned back, denying him the pleasure.
“Or, I could do this,” she said taking him inside his mouth without any warning. Ramon breathed a long low wow as she expertly sucked on his cock, making it harder as she went on. He looked down as he disappeared into her mouth over and over again. He closed his eyes as he savored the pleasure he was getting from her oral service. For a married couple, these two were still too much into sex but then again, no one was complaining. He was still in the glory of the moment when they heard a female voice.
“Ahem,” came the voice. Ramon grabbed a cushion and held it against his manhood after Selma pulled away. The two looked at a curvy brunette and a tall man standing at the entrance of the living room. The woman had a bowl in her hands.
“We knocked… the door was open,” she said. Her cheeks were flushed as she talked.
She turned and felt the strength draining form her body as she looked at a brunette and a brown haired man standing at the doorway. The man looked obviously amused catching Ramon with his pants down, or simply naked.
“I’m Claire, this is my husband Don,” she said in an attempt to change the uncomfortable silence. She had a basket in her hands. Selma guessed that was why the room had that freshly baked smell. She looked at the couple still embarrassed and smiled.
“I’m Selma,” she said in a small voice.
“Ramon,” Ramon said looking around for something more decent than a cushion.
“We are your neighbors across the street and…. we’re sorry… we…,” Claire’s voice trailed off. She looked at her husband. “Maybe we should… go?” she said looking at Don. Selma stood up.
“No, let’s just go to the um…. Kitchen… drinks anyone?” Selma said walking towards them.
“I brought muffins,” Claire said as the three walked away.
“You’re sweet,” Selma said as she took the basket from her hands. “I’m sorry about all …
“Please we’re used to this kind of thing,” Don said. Selma looked at him surprised. She was not sure whether she was more shocked at the statement or confused. Either way, she was not about to make the situation more uncomfortable than it already was.
“It feels good to get to see other people other than yourselves,” Selma said smiling. Don moved closer to her.
“Lovely accent,” he said looking at her closely. Selma could have sworn he was undressing her with his eyes. “What is that? British?” he asked. Selma nervously nodded.
“Come now Donald. Don’t chase away the only good neighbors we have left,” Claire said smiling.
“Only good neighbors?” Selma asked her voice almost quivering. “Why are we the only good ones? Aren’t these other houses occupied?” she asked. Claire walked to where she was and placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder.
“They are, but the people can be a bit…. judgmental,” Claire said. Selma looked at her questioningly.
“What do you mean?” Selma asked.
“There he is! Looking very… dressed,” Don said. The girls looked over at Ramon who was walking into the room. Selma could tell that he was still embarrassed.
“What was that about judgmental neighbors?” Ramon asked ignoring Donald’s comment.
“We are a peculiar people…. we like peculiar things,” Donald said. Selma and Ramon could not help but feel that the two were talking in codes.
“Peculiar,” Selma said. Claire nodded.
“However do you mean?” Ramon asked looking at Claire closely.
“Well…,” Don started but paused. “You know what? Let’s show you,” he said looking at Claire who was now nodding.
“Great idea,” she said. “You will love it,” she added when she noticed Selma’s scared look.
“What if we don’t?” Selma asked nervously. Claire and Don laughed in unison.
“The palace is too big to be disappointed,” Claire said calmly.
“I’m sorry, the palace?” Selma said looking at Claire. “Are we going back to England or something?” she asked looking at Ramon.
“Come on, I’ll drive,” Claire said. “It will get the whole moving edge off,” she added as she took Selma’s hand. At that point Ramon and Selma were unsure of whether they were in for the adventure of their lives or the biggest mistake ever. A few minutes later, the two couples were at some up market home. The house looked very old and very pricey. “Welcome to the New York Palace of Passion,” Claire said as the four walked up the steps leading to the main door. The four walked up a long flight of stairs.
Ramon and Selma were awestruck at the first scene of the ‘Palace’. There were two men seriously double teaming a poor blonde as three other couples looked on. At that moment, Selma had a rough idea of what this place was. The woman remained silent, gripping onto the staircase railing as they went on.
At some point she began crying out in perfect rhythm with the men’s thrusts. One of the men watching had began to slowly knead one of the women’s breasts as he looked on. Selma guessed that she was having her orgasm at that very moment or approaching her point of no return.
“Holy shit, this place is indeed remarkable”, Ramon uttered amidst giggles from Selma and Claire who were obviously enjoying the scene.
“Are you like… swingers or something?” Selma asked Claire in a whisper. Claire looked at her and smiled.
