she continued to lick and suck Grace using lips and fingers to keep her on the ragged edge of constant orgasm. Grace looked around, saw six or seven people watching, as she bucked and moaned and let her husband fuck the strange woman between her legs.
Ryan reached around and clenched Nadia’s ample breast, his body curved over hers, his thrusts causing Nadia to use the exact same rhythm with her tongue and fingers on Grace’s pussy. The three of them were as one, moving together, their passion infusing the room and making the crowd around them reach for themselves and for the person next to them. Hands and tongues and bodies and fluids blended. Grace arched to meet a monster climax as it raced towards her, the amazing sight of Ryan pounding into Nadia right in front of her sending her over the edge into deep, orgasmic oblivion.
"Ahhh, yessss…" Nadia raised her head from Grace’s pussy, keeping her hand covering it, feeling the warm moisture as Ryan’s thrusts increased in intensity. "Fuck me darling, like you fuck her.” The woman fell across Grace, her lips at her nipples, sucking until she sat up and cried out.
Grace watched her husband’s face as he closed his eyes, nearing release before he opened them and stared straight at her, his hands on Nadia’s hips, his body moving in and out of hers.
"Aaaahhh God!" he called out to the room and grunted, never taking his eyes from Grace’s. For some strange reason, Grace had never felt closer to him in this amazing and bizarre circumstance of his creation. The bound, naked man now engaged with the man who'd finally shed his blue jeans and was fucking him, their grunts and groans taking over where Grace, Nadia’s and Ryan’s had ceased. Ryan stepped back and pulled himself from Nadia’s body before collapsing on the leather seat next to Grace, his hand on her shoulder, a wicked smile on his face.
Chapter Seven
Grace always got to skip the official checking in process for Ryan’s penthouse suite at the Aria. Everyone knew her from the double whammy her husband’s influence getting the place open the year before and her own growing popularity as a writer. Smiling, waving at the people she recognized, Grace followed the bellboy into the elevator and leaned her head against the mirrored side, exhausted in mind and body.
"Welcome back, Missus Sullivan," the young man said as he turned the key that allowed them access to the topmost floor. "When can we expect Mister Sullivan?"
Grace sighed.
"Who knows, really?"
The young man eyed her a moment then his training on "how to engage or leave customers alone" kicked in and he fell silent which Grace was grateful for.
Still a little moist from her trip down memory lane in the limo earlier, she felt heat rise in her cheeks both in frustration and lust realizing that after that fateful night, Ryan started his subtle but undeniable emotional removal from her. They hadn't spoken much about the "party" afterwards which Grace justified as "I’m processing," but she felt guilty for holding back. No matter what she told herself about the circumstances, the she couldn’t get what she’d done later out of her head.
****
Four weeks earlier...
Nadia collapsed on Grace’s other side and as her body calmed and Grace watched the two men on the bed. They'd climaxed, or at least put on a great show of it, and now the towel was draped back across the younger man’s body and he was propped up on one elbow, looking at her. For a few moments Grace locked eyes with him, his dark chocolate stare seeming to bore straight into her. Then he smiled, raising his eyebrows as if to ask, "what did you think?" Grace sighed, glad the small moment of tension had passed, and smiled back. His grin widened and she was again reminded herself how beautiful he was, a specimen of male strength and exotic attractiveness, suitable for any magazine cover or movie
Ryan reached around and clenched Nadia’s ample breast, his body curved over hers, his thrusts causing Nadia to use the exact same rhythm with her tongue and fingers on Grace’s pussy. The three of them were as one, moving together, their passion infusing the room and making the crowd around them reach for themselves and for the person next to them. Hands and tongues and bodies and fluids blended. Grace arched to meet a monster climax as it raced towards her, the amazing sight of Ryan pounding into Nadia right in front of her sending her over the edge into deep, orgasmic oblivion.
"Ahhh, yessss…" Nadia raised her head from Grace’s pussy, keeping her hand covering it, feeling the warm moisture as Ryan’s thrusts increased in intensity. "Fuck me darling, like you fuck her.” The woman fell across Grace, her lips at her nipples, sucking until she sat up and cried out.
Grace watched her husband’s face as he closed his eyes, nearing release before he opened them and stared straight at her, his hands on Nadia’s hips, his body moving in and out of hers.
"Aaaahhh God!" he called out to the room and grunted, never taking his eyes from Grace’s. For some strange reason, Grace had never felt closer to him in this amazing and bizarre circumstance of his creation. The bound, naked man now engaged with the man who'd finally shed his blue jeans and was fucking him, their grunts and groans taking over where Grace, Nadia’s and Ryan’s had ceased. Ryan stepped back and pulled himself from Nadia’s body before collapsing on the leather seat next to Grace, his hand on her shoulder, a wicked smile on his face.
Chapter Seven
Grace always got to skip the official checking in process for Ryan’s penthouse suite at the Aria. Everyone knew her from the double whammy her husband’s influence getting the place open the year before and her own growing popularity as a writer. Smiling, waving at the people she recognized, Grace followed the bellboy into the elevator and leaned her head against the mirrored side, exhausted in mind and body.
"Welcome back, Missus Sullivan," the young man said as he turned the key that allowed them access to the topmost floor. "When can we expect Mister Sullivan?"
Grace sighed.
"Who knows, really?"
The young man eyed her a moment then his training on "how to engage or leave customers alone" kicked in and he fell silent which Grace was grateful for.
Still a little moist from her trip down memory lane in the limo earlier, she felt heat rise in her cheeks both in frustration and lust realizing that after that fateful night, Ryan started his subtle but undeniable emotional removal from her. They hadn't spoken much about the "party" afterwards which Grace justified as "I’m processing," but she felt guilty for holding back. No matter what she told herself about the circumstances, the she couldn’t get what she’d done later out of her head.
****
Four weeks earlier...
Nadia collapsed on Grace’s other side and as her body calmed and Grace watched the two men on the bed. They'd climaxed, or at least put on a great show of it, and now the towel was draped back across the younger man’s body and he was propped up on one elbow, looking at her. For a few moments Grace locked eyes with him, his dark chocolate stare seeming to bore straight into her. Then he smiled, raising his eyebrows as if to ask, "what did you think?" Grace sighed, glad the small moment of tension had passed, and smiled back. His grin widened and she was again reminded herself how beautiful he was, a specimen of male strength and exotic attractiveness, suitable for any magazine cover or movie
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