The Pleasure

It was Friday, and I had the day off.  The kids were safely tucked away at my mother in laws’ for the weekend, and Michael and I had the whole house for two days without interruptions.

Although I rarely think about it, we've been married for eight wonderfully blessed years.  We live in a relatively quiet neighborhood on the upper side of town, where we raise our children, two young boys’ ages 5 and 7.  Our life is pretty good and overall, I am proud of all our accomplishments both great and small.

Michael and I have a great sex life; however, we’ve always wanted to explore more interesting “possibilities.”  I told him a while ago I would look into it, and there is no better time than tonight to do just that.  It’s not that we are deviant sex freaks or anything.  We just want to enhance the intimacy between us. The only trouble I foresee is… where do I start?  And, how do you define “interesting possibilities” to someone?  Ah, Monique!!!

I invited Monique to lunch at a restaurant we frequent. Knowing the card carrying freak that she was; I figured I would be able to get some ideas from her. I laughed to myself when she actually gave me a card.

"Whatever you do…" she said as she handed me the card, "…do not mention my name!"

 "So what if they......"

"SAM, I’m giving you this out of confidentiality, and friendship.  Don’t make me regret it.  DO NOT mention my name." 

Before I could say another word she was up and gone.  I looked down at the card she gave me. It was glossy black with a large letter "T", and a telephone number below it.  Excited and curious, I whipped out my cell phone and dialed the number. When the line connected, I was serenaded by some type of tantric music, followed by a beep. 

"Hi, this is Sam, I got your number from… a colleague, and I'm interested in your services"

I left my cell number as a contact number, hung up the phone, paid the check and left the restaurant.  I had no idea what I was getting myself into.  But the mystery of it was very intoxicating.  When I got home I found Michael on his way out the door, heading to the gym.  I told him briefly about meeting with Monique (careful to leave out the card) and that I’d be out for a bit. We kissed each other goodbye, and I headed towards the kitchen when my cellphone rang.

A male voice spoke "Hello may I speak with Sam?" 

"Sam speaking…"

 "You left a message saying you were interested in what we have to offer?  May I ask how you got this number?"

I almost blurted out Monique's name.

“I got your number from a colleague."

"I see"

I could tell he was hoping I would say a name.  Sorry for the disappointment.

"Well Sam, today is the only day I can meet with you"

Wow, so sudden…  I hesitantly agreed and wrote down the address he rattled off.

 22 GLIDDEN ST.  THREE O’CLOCK.

I called my mother-in-law to make sure the boys were okay, took a quick shower, and jumped in my SUV headed to meet “T”.

 I arrived at an uneventful looking single level ranch house, with the windows oddly blacked out. Hmmm, I assume “T” enjoys his privacy.  I knocked on the door and was surprised to see that a female would answer it.

“You sure ain’t “T”…” I said to myself.

She looked me over for a second or so and then silently led the way down the stairs, never uttering a word.  The amber glow of the candles was the only light seen. Each candle perfectly aligned, guiding our path.  The hallway had a dozen or so rooms, all shut tight, she turned to the last room on the right, pointed at the door, and then as silently as she arrived, left.

 "O… K…" I said to myself. 

“Remember, bob and weave.  Jab, and step to the side…”

Nervous, I knocked on the door.  It opened almost instantly and I found myself looking up to a tall, dark brother.

 "You Sam?"  Formal English is so over-rated, I said to myself.

"Yes."

He stepped aside and allowed me entrance.  Inside a petite woman was sitting behind a magnificent wooden desk.  She had smooth brown skin that glowed like copper, short black hair, that reminded me of the midnight sky, and dark penetrating eyes that seemed to know every secret I thought safe.  She rose from her desk to formally greet me. 

"Sam, nice to meet you, my name is Portia," 

I took her extended hand into mine and shook it.  Her skin was a smooth as a black pearl, and as soft as the morning breeze.

"This is "T, short for Tyrone."

She graciously motioned me with her hand for me to sit. So I sat.

 “So Sam what can I do for you?” 

“Well…”

I was so overwhelmed with excitement and curiosity, that I hadn’t put much thought about how I would approach this subject.  Oh well, I’m here for an obvious reason, no sense in pussy-footing around.

”I’m… “We” are interested in spicing up our sex life, umm, that is… my husband and me.”  Great start fumbling over your words, why don’t you.

“I see” Portia said, staring at me intensely. Her smile had the distant presence of a smirk.

She leaned forward to intensify her question, revealing a hint of cleavage.

“And how far, may I ask, are you willing to go with this new sexual venture?” 

I stared at her blankly for a moment, not able to say anything, while I tried to think of just what both Michael and I would want. 

“I’ll let you think about it for a moment.  In the meantime, would you like a drink?”

Before I could answer her, she motioned for Tyrone to pour me a drink. From her mini refrigerator he pulled out an expensive looking antique tall silver flask, and emptied its contents, a dark liquid, into a martini glass and handed the glass to me

“Drink up.”

Obediently, I put the glass to my mouth, and drank, never questioning what it was I was drinking. Portia smiled with approval.

“Hmmm… follow me.  I want to show you something that might help you decide what it is you and your husband might want.”

“Sure.” I shrugged.

As I drained the last of the liquid, she opened a secret door and led me down a corridor echoing exotic music in the background, and filled with the sweet smell of jasmine.  I noticed that each door we passed had a tiny symbol on it.   I was completely intrigued, or drunk.  At this point I didn’t care. Portia remained silent as we walked those few moments down the hall. I stared at her from afar, taking in her beauty. I had never been with a female before, but suddenly felt like I wanted to be with her.  Her hip movement swayed from side- to side with each step perfectly balanced and poised.  She walked in a way that a woman was meant to walk, I thought to myself, trying to correct my own poise.

Finally, we stopped at a door on the right.  From her cleavage, she removed an antique key and unlocked the door.   As she opened the door, my eyes immediately fell upon two masked women, engaged in each others mysteries, nude, on a black fur carpet.  Their bodies shimmered as the silhouette of their oiled bodies glistened in the softly painted shadows of the roaring fire place. A glass mantle bore various types of champagne and wine, and on the corner of the mantle laid another silver flask.  As I surveyed the room, I spied a leather chair in one corner, and a shelf full of exotic adult toys ranging from huge dildos – oddly shaped gold orgasmic balls.  The women were so engaged with each other that they were oblivious to our presence, as their limbs moved so sweepingly, they seemed merged as one.

From what I could decipher, there were two women; one light-skinned, one dark.  The darker of the two, spread the others legs apart, slowly sliding her index finger deep inside.  When she pulled her finger out, her finger shined in the light like a beacon, as she licked the juices off, slowly and seductively, savoring it with a private pleasure.

At this point, I couldn’t help but feel turned on, and found thoughts drifting,  wishing she would do the same to me, or for that matter, I her.  I watched in awe while Portia crept behind me. I could feel those penetrating eyes staring at me as I watched them. Suddenly, snatching me from my erotic trance, I felt Portia’s hand on my shoulder.

“So...” she whispered. “…have you decided yet? Or would you like to see more?”

As she said that one of the girls ceremoniously got up, and abruptly left the room, I turned to look around to ask Portia why they had stopped, but she too had quietly slipped away.  The only ones left was me and this masked exotic beauty.  Silently, she sashayed up to me and boldly slipped off my tank top. Frozen, I just stood there feeling the electricity from her fingers charge my skin, I felt afire. She was breath-taking. Her hands traced the contours of my body until they rested upon my breasts.  She then very softly, held them in her cupped in her hands, admiring them.  I thought she had still had them in her hands until I felt the warm wetness of her mouth pressed upon my nipples.  When I opened my eyes she was bent over, sucking on them, as if inside them was divine nectar.  Her tongue chartered every inch of my nipple, until it obeyed.  I closed my eyes in disbelief of the intense pleasure I was feeling, and my hands unconsciously began to stroke her hair with familiarity. She then rose to face me squarely, and began to pull off the rest of my clothes.  I was so weak to her simple touch, I thought I would fall. 

She placed the remainder of my clothes on the leather couch, and then guided me on the floor and began to rub scented oil over my body.   I was hypnotized, unable to move as her hands glided across my back slowly as I moaned with each exhale. When she flipped me over to oil my stomach and legs, I opened my legs wide enough for her to slide in between.   She really knew how to take a hint, because in one motion she was parting my pussy lips with her tongue so perfectly, I squirmed, and writhed with animation. Her mouth now inhaled my clit, while her tongue massaged it from within.  I could feel the oncoming wave tingle at the gate.  I have had orgasms before, but never had I felt one so intense, that it literally shook my diaphragm.  Ignoring the reaction she produced, she ate my pussy until it squirted in streams of persistence, saturating her face, as she tried to drink deeply from my spouting faucet.  I found myself in conflict, begging her to stop, and demanding her to give more, my hands clenched, into trembling tight fists.

At this point, I was powerless; all I could do was moan, as I panted to catch my long ago lost breath.  It was like I was in another world. My scent was so strong it filled the room, and I couldn’t get that familiarity out of my mind.  I didn’t want her to stop, whenever she would lift her head, I pushed it down again, never wanting, not even for one moment, for her to stop. Time was lost to passion, it seemed like hours had passed.  At some point, I thought it was over – done, however, just when I thought myself spent, and with no more to give, I exploded in her mouth, as I let out a deep final moan.  It was so thick that I could see my residual pasted across her lips and chin coating her thoroughly.  She smiled as if this were the prize she had long sought, and without incident, she silently rose, and left the room.

I laid there exhausted.  I don’t know how long.  Every nerve in my body was alive and still tingling, as I trying to figure out where these feelings and sensations had come from.  How could a woman do what a man could not?  My rubbery legs almost collapsed as I tried to get up, but somehow I managed to rise.

I collected my clothes and put them, then left in search of Portia.  So caught up in the moment I had completely forgotten the real purpose of why I had come here - for me and my Michael.  I came upon the door of Portia’s office and knocked.

Hmmm… no answer.

I knocked again. 

No answer. 

I pushed the door open and was immediately accosted by the overpowering scent of my own cum.  When I entered the office, I found Monique sitting on the desk, face still gleaming with fresh cum. She just sat there, with a devilish grin, her oily, sweaty body gleaming various shades from the candlelight.

“Now, tell me you didn’t like it ...” She said.

 I stood there just staring at her, suspended - dumbfounded.  I’m sure my expression had betrayed me, because from the look on her face, she knew I loved it and definitely wanted more

.

“Sam, this is who I am, and if you ever want to add spice to your sex life, you don’t have to look far.  The mask keeps things private.  If we do this we must not reveal to him that we know each other. To him this is just an intimate service, “T” service.”

 I nodded, hugged her and then left the room still numb from the whole ordeal. As I headed out the door, I kept wondering about what I had just done, and not wanting to go home to face Michael because of the guilt I felt.  But, undeniably, at the same time, I felt intrigued and I had no doubt in my mind I would be coming back to my little sexual sanctuary… hopefully with Michael or if not, then without him…

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