That husband of mine! He had reserved a private dining experience at the 103 West in Buckhead. After dinner we went back to the room. He’d had room service light candles everywhere and cover the entire room with rose petals. We danced to John Coltrane awhile and then Gavin drew a warm bath for me. He washed and dried my entire body. We held each other as the moon provided the only light. He caressed my naked body with oils and hummed with the music in my ear. Our groove was interrupted by a knock on our suite door.
Gavin nudged my shoulder. “Why don’t you get that? It’s probably room service.” He handed me my robe and walked into the bathroom.
I walked through the living room and over to the door. I asked who it was and the voice replied, “Room service.” There was a hint of familiarity in that voice.
Imagine my surprise when I saw Malcolm standing behind a cart, which was draped with a white cloth and held a large silver platter and matching carrier with champagne chilling inside.
“I thought you drove cars for a living.”
He pushed the cart inside the room. “Like I said earlier, I was instructed to give the lady anything she wants.”
Malcolm grabbed me and tore off my robe. He ravished my body with hot and moist kisses. We fell onto the sofa where his barrage of touching and licking continued.
I had barely heard the showerheads turn off when Gavin asked, “Who was that at the door, baby?”
At that moment, I remembered my husband was in the very next room. This was our anniversary. I pushed Malcolm off me and helped him adjust his clothes. His slacks did a poor job of masking his massive manhood. Its head jumped at the zipper.
“It was room service, just like you said.” I gathered my robe and covered my body with it. As I finger-raked my hair, I thought my heart would beat out of my chest.
Just then, Gavin came out of the bathroom with towels around his waist and neck. He walked over to the tray, examined it, and thanked the server for bringing everything he ordered.
I stood frozen. I didn’t know what to expect. Gavin simply handed Malcolm the towel from around his neck and told him, “Let’s give the lady what she wants.”
Malcolm did as he was told and undressed as he walked into the bathroom. Gavin walked behind me and rubbed my shoulders.
He whispered, “Anything you want, I can give it to you.”
Gavin spun me around and tongued me for what seemed like an hour. He led me to the bedroom and removed my robe. He laid me upon the bed and made me promise to let him control this evening. Just before he covered my eyes with a red satin scarf, I watched Malcolm come out of the bathroom. His naked body still glistened from the shower. His semi-erect tool danced with each step that he took.
“Gavin, what is all this?”
“This is about your pleasure.” Gavin teased my nipple with his tongue. “Well, baby, I know you’ve given me everything I’ve ever wanted—sexually. You’ve allowed me another woman; you’ve been with another woman and allowed me to watch, in public places, in the rain. Whatever I wanted, you granted. All you ever asked for was one thing. So tonight, I return the favor. Me and another man completely focused on pleasuring you.”
Gavin kissed my lips and tightened the scarf. He warned me that if I peeked, I would be reprimanded. I heard them moving about. Suddenly, a pair of hands caressed my breasts. I could not tell if they were Gavin’s or Malcolm’s. Maybe it was both of them. At that point, I didn’t care. The touch was sensual and erotic. My nipples tightened as they became erect, showed their approval.
Next, a moist tongue tickled my inner thigh. I squirmed. I needed to see this. I reached for the blindfold and a hand slapped it away. A firm hand landed on my left outer thigh. The sting enticed my arousal.
“I told you, no peeking,” Gavin reprimanded. I could hear Malcolm laughing. “Don’t make me tie your hands up, too.”
One of them sucked on my big left toe. “Nice color,” I heard Malcolm say.
I could hear the cart moving. Then a cold liquid splashed on my firm tummy. Someone’s tongue licked it all up. Firm lips planted moist kisses all over my face before landing on my lips. The tongue did a sensual dance with my mouth. I thought I would swallow it whole. At the same time, another tongue was exploring my inner thighs. I thought I would explode. I didn’t know who was doing what and it turned me on. I had never been so hot.
“Open your mouth,” Gavin instructed. One of them placed a piece of kiwi inside and when I bit down, the juices ran down the sides of my mouth and my neck. Someone was there to lick up the excess. Another piece. This time it was mango.
“Tilt your head back.” Malcolm was more pleasant than Gavin with his commands. Next, I tasted cold Moët as it washed my teeth and gums. Before I could swallow, one of them kissed me and jacked me for most of my drink. Our exotic buffet continued until . . .
“Turn over,” they said together.
What felt like eight pairs of hands covered my entire backside. No skin was untouched. Then I felt more tongue than one woman should be allowed. They licked everywhere. And I do mean everywhere.
One of them flipped me over and buried his head in my mound. I didn’t have time to figure out which one. Since they were both bald and clean-shaven, I would probably never know. Whoever it was had to be the champion of oral sex because he left no area unattended. He kissed my outer lips, rimmed my inner lips, and plunged his thick tongue into me like it was his penis. I came so hard I almost flipped over. The other one grabbed me and showed what he could do. My body never had a chance to recover from the first orgasm. I contorted and convulsed. He grabbed my thighs and held me down until I could feel my juices flowing down my thighs. And he devoured it all.
I reached for the blindfold. This wasn’t fair. I should be able to see this. One of them grabbed my hand and began sucking on my fingers. The other lifted me by my legs and placed a pillow underneath the small of my back. He rested my legs on his shoulders and slowly rocked his tool inside me. I had felt this pleasure so many times before. Gavin penetrated me harder with each thrust while Malcolm’s hands and mouth explored my breasts and stomach. I howled through my orgasm as Gavin turned me on all fours. He slid underneath me and I could feel Malcolm entering me from behind.
Malcolm was so gentle. I had to have this my way. I moved away from him and told him, “Don’t play with it. Make it yours.”
He grabbed my hips. “As you wish.” He rammed me from behind and each pump provided just the right amount of pleasure and pain. Gavin sucked my breasts as if there was nourishment in them. I collapsed into a heap of sweating flesh on the bed as my body shuddered uncontrollably.