“I do have a fantasy and often think about it.”
“Tell me,” she said, propping her head on her elbow.
“I long to be part of a ménage à trois.”
“Really?”
“Are you surprised?”
“No, not at all. I have often thought about it myself.”
I couldn’t help but smile at that. We were so in tune. Wouldn’t it be wonderful if Carrie felt the same way?
“And do you have a fantasy?” I asked.
“Yes. I want to be stranded on some faraway island with ten well-hung, handsome men.”
She must have seen the dismay on my face, for she laughed. “Oh, Jeremy, my sweet, you’re included, of course.” And with that she straddled me, rubbing her pussy against my cock, as she began to tease one of my nipples with her teeth. I felt a surge of desire within me as my cock awoke from its short nap.
Margo nestled herself down on me and began to move up and down like a well-oiled piston. I drew her closer so that I could suck on her luscious tits as I split the globes of her ass. She loved it when I stroked the tender area between her pussy and ass. As the fire of pleasure built within me, her gasping breaths told me she was close. I slipped a finger into her ass and set her off. Seeing and hearing her delight, I let myself go and filled her. She collapsed into a sweet heap on top of me. I could feel her heart rapidly beating against my chest. I wrapped my arms around her slender back, feeling content.
* * *
It was four months later and I had quite forgotten my discussions of fantasies with Margo. She left a message on my cell phone one morning. I smiled when I saw her number, remembering that Thursday was approaching. I called her back.
“Yes, my sweet,” I said.
“Hello, my love. Meet me at the Vincent Hotel, room 216, Thursday night at eight-thirty. I have a most intriguing surprise for you.”
“Really? Won’t you give me a hint?”
“Then it won’t be a surprise. All I can say is that it will be a night you’ll never forget.”
I could feel my groin responding to her words. She’d never disappointed me before. After hanging up with her, my mind raced through several different scenarios as I wondered what was in store for me. The anticipation was overwhelming, and I could hardly wait for the following evening.
By the time I got home that night, I was still aroused. I had stopped to pick up a bottle of chilled wine for dinner. Carrie greeted me at the door and I handed it to her.
“What’s the occasion?”
“A tiny celebration of my love for you?”
Her large, blue eyes twinkled. “I didn’t know we needed a special occasion for that.”
“Actually, we don’t. I just felt the wine would be a nice touch,” I said, taking her into my arms and kissing her.
During dinner, we sat opposite each other. Carrie sipped her wine as she kicked off her shoes and got more comfortable. I noticed a wicked little smile form on her face as she began to stroke the inside of my thigh with her toes. Those toes moved higher until they reached the tip of my cock.
“Is my honey horny?” I asked.
“More than you can imagine.”
“What would you like to do about it?”
“Slow-dance.”
I got up, walked over to our CDs and selected one from our make-out collection. A moment later, music filled the room and Carrie was in my arms, her lithe body molded to mine.
We began to move to the music. My attention was drawn to her pelvis pressing against my hardness. I cupped her bottom as she fitted herself around me. Her hair smelled like a bouquet of freshly picked flowers. I tiptoed my fingers through it. I felt her wetness through her summer shift and panties. I lowered my mouth and began to kiss the tops of her heaving breasts.
Reaching underneath her dress, I slipped a finger into her panties and teased her clit. She moved her bottom around it, obviously desiring more. To accommodate her, I slipped her panties down and she stepped out of them. We continued to move to the music.
I unzipped her shift so I could free her breasts and fasten my mouth on one. A moment later she pulled away and stepped out of her dress. Her hands fumbled with my zipper and she released my aching cock. I backed her up against the sitting-room wall and lifted her onto my rigid tool. I hammered into her. She twisted her fingers in my hair. Her breaths were nearly gasps as I felt her body begin to convulse. She moaned in pleasure and I came, shooting warm jets of cum into her.
Carrie smiled contentedly as she slipped her slender arms about my neck.
“I love you, darling,” I said, meaning every word.
She smiled knowingly.
* * *
I knocked on 216. Margo, clad in a sheer flowered robe and wearing a mask, whipped the door open.
“Why the mask?”
“To heighten the pleasure. Sex with a stranger, the ultimate fantasy.”
“But I already know it’s you.”
“True. But you don’t know the third member of our ménage à trois,” she said, handing me a drink.
My heart leapt. She’d remembered my fantasy. And in her own clever way was putting an exciting spin on it.
She led me into the dark room lit only by a candle on either side of the bed. Stretched out on the king-size bed was her matching book-end. Another long-legged woman with black hair was dressed in the same manner.
Margo interrupted my thoughts. “I want to establish certain ground rules.”
“All right.”
“First, don’t try to remove the other woman’s mask. Don’t try to engage her in any form of conversation, either. She’s not going to talk to you. Second, you’ve got to obey my commands. Do you think you can go along with
