Incest/Taboo Masturbation Club

It was going to be a long... fun...enjoyable evening indeed!

There is something to be said about the love of a good woman.

It had been a very hard and most trying day. It didn't help that I was also exhausted from the wild evening with Pete, Jackie and Sharon. Not to mention the waitress from the restaurant who had joined us later on that night. All I wanted to do was get back to the hotel, shower, get something to eat and climb into bed for some much needed sleep.

As the door to my room swung open, I looked up and saw my wife Anna standing in the room leaning against the bathroom door in a sexually suggestive pose. She was wearing a very sheer, floor length black negligee. I think my jaw dropped about two feet. She was absolutely beautiful. But the sight of actually seeing her was nothing less than a total shock.

"What are you doing here?" Was all I could think of saying.

The look I got in that brief moment was understandable.

"Would you prefer I pack and go back to the airport?"

"That's not what I meant, I'm just surprised to see you here, that's all."

I quickly crossed the short distance to where she was standing, gathering her into my arms and kissed her.

"How'd you get here? And why?" I added as a thought to myself afterwards.

"I missed you," was her simple response. "It's been a long road trip for you, and for me. I had a couple of extra days vacation coming, so... I got on the Internet, looked up airfares, found an inexpensive flight, and the next thing I knew, I was winging my way here. Thought it would be a nice surprise!" she stated, still giving me a less than happy look at my initial response.

Surprise it was.

"That new?" I asked, deciding that it might be best to change the subject entirely, once again noticing the sheer black fabric, which did anything but to conceal her wonderfully sexy frame. With her short dark hair, alluring eyes, she looked like a vixen standing there.

"Yes it is," she smiled, grateful that I had actually noticed. Truth was, I always did notice however. Anytime she ever bought anything new and modeled it for me, I always noticed, and always got aroused. Even as tired as I was now.

My dick, Mr. Worn out and Exhausted, suddenly stirred to life beginning to raise his sleepy head. Within moments, his evil wicked twin, Mr. Ever-Ready was once again making an appearance. I grinned.

"You need to take a shower first," Anna stated, pretending to plug her nose.

It had been a long, hot tiring day as I already mentioned. And I knew if we were about to do the "nasty" that Mr. Ever Ready's close-friendly neighbor, Mr. Funky Balls, needed to get spruced up for the occasion.

I stepped into the near scalding hot shower and quickly brought myself back to a much more enjoyable smelling level. I was still in a state of shock however at finding my wife waiting for me in my hotel room. But with the incredible sexual high I had been on the last few days, seeing her was an unexpected treat.

Finding her on the bed when I came out of the bathroom was an even bigger treat.

"Come fuck me darling," she said.

Her legs were spread wide open as she lay upon her back beckoning towards me. Normally we both enjoyed a great deal of extended foreplay. But not tonight. As she sometimes did, and as I obviously enjoyed knowing, Anna had been warming herself up for a considerable period of time already. As I joined her there on the bed, she immediately took my cock in hand guiding it towards her pussy. "I need to feel you inside me," was all she said. "It's been too long!"

As my cock slid inside that wonderfully wet heated cunt of hers, I thought, "It's nice to be home!"

Later, much later in fact, I finally explained to her that as happy as I was to see her, it still wasn't a vacation for me. I had several clients to meet with along several appointments to keep. I'd be gone and away from the hotel for much of the time of my remaining stay.

Anna knew this of course, informing me that she'd intended on merely relaxing with a good book down by the pool. We'd spend time in together when it was possible to fit it around "my" schedule, she'd said coquettishly.

As I had an early morning breakfast meeting, I quickly dressed, gave one of those magnificent breasts of hers a friendly squeeze, along with giving her a kiss, and headed down stairs to catch my taxi.

The meeting went longer than I had anticipated, but resulted in a major new client coming on board with the firm I worked for. There'd be a healthy little bonus in it for me too, and I was looking forward to telling Anna about it, definitely time for a celebration.

"Sweet Jesus!" I suddenly said to myself.

Thinking about Anna, I had almost forgot. Emily was still working on another appointment for me of a different kind. I could just see my wife answering the telephone, or picking up a message that Emily might have left for me. "How in the world would I be able to explain that?" I considered, looking about for a payphone.

I found a payphone as quickly as I could, calling the number I had written down for the club, and called Emily.

"Emily?" I asked as she answered the phone. "This is David..."

I actually paused for a moment, flustered, confused and more than a little panicky. I had nearly added an alphabet letter to my name but couldn't seem to recall which one I would or should have used.

"Stupid!" I responded into the receiver.

"Excuse me? What?" Emily replied slightly taken aback.

I laughed nervously, "Stupid with an S," I told her. "Sorry Emily, this is David Edwards calling. My mind was elsewhere there for a moment."

Emily quickly recovered, "Oh! David! Yes. I was just getting ready to call you!"

"Thank God!" I breathed into the phone. But Emily continued on as though she hadn't heard me.

"I have a very, very special client for you tonight," she emphasized to me.

"I don't think I can make or keep that appointment," I said interrupting her. "Something's come up."

"Oh! But you must try!" she said somewhat worriedly. "You have no idea the difficulty I've had getting this one authorized and set up for you!" she exclaimed.

This time she didn't let me interrupt her as she continued on even though I kept trying to say "but" into the phone as she spoke.

"We receive from time to time, very special requests, by very special and influential people. Many of who are celebrities who go to extreme measures to remain anonymous. We received a very special request from someone you would no doubt recognize almost immediately. She requested someone who was new to the service, a little shy, but also enthusiastic. Almost immediately, I thought of you!"

That did get my attention, and I paused trying to interrupt her, thinking. "I don't know," I stammered into the phone a moment later. "Damn! A celebrity!" I thought. "Maybe some famous singer, actress or movie-star even!"

Mr. Don't fuck this one up, stirred inside my pants. "Could I pull this one off safely?" I mused. "Listen Emily, I think I can get away for a few hours this evening. But you need to do me a favor. Don't call my hotel room any more while I'm here. I'll call you to see if there's any changes, or any more appointments after this OK?"

I could hear the smile in Emily's tone of voice over the phone. "No problem David," she sighed with relief. "I'm glad you can do this one for us, like I said, it's a very unique, very special request we've been given. And as I mentioned, I immediately thought of you. Now...there are some very special rules you'll need to adhere to and follow on this one. First, you'll be required to wear a blindfold the entire evening. A limousine will pick you up in front of your hotel at eight sharp. You'll need to wear it the moment you get in side. Secondly, though you'll be able to speak, you can't ask any questions regarding her identity or what it is she does for a living. She may speak, but if she does, she will disguise her voice. So please don't make any attempt to figure out who she is. If you do discover her true identity, I would caution you strongly to keep it to yourself. Any infraction of these terms would violate the agreement we have with her, and would of course terminate any future involvement in your participation with our Club. Can you agree to what I have told you?" Emily asked.

I actually nodded my head over the phone.

"David?"

"Oh yes. Sorry," I said finally. "I agree."

I was still a little stunned at the offer. I couldn't help but wonder what celebrity might actually be interested, or involved with this particular Club.

"Well. To each his or her own!" I decided excitedly. After all, this was an opportunity I couldn't very well pass up.

I hated lying to my wife. In fact it was something I honestly never did unless it was absolutely necessary. And under the circumstances, I felt this was unfortunately, one of those times.

When I arrived back my room, I broke the news to Anna about the evening by first telling her I'd landed a major account and that it would result in a very healthy bonus for us. Then I told her in as apologetic way as possible that because of it, I'd need to be gone for the evening, meeting with some other VIP's on that account during some boring business dinner meeting with "Just the guys," Which I added for flavor.

"Congratulations honey!" she exclaimed excitedly, giving me a big wonderful hug along with a sensual, very passionate kiss.

I felt like a fucking jerk.

Then Mr. Hard fucking cock reminded me I had to get ready.

Anna told me she was going to order room service, curl up with a spicy novel, and settle in for the evening. She told me to wake her up whenever it was I got back, and if I wasn't too tired, that she'd have a nice surprise waiting for me.

"If you only knew," I thought as I headed in to take a shower, feeling as guilty as ever, though my cock was certainly feeling otherwise.

The limousine arrived promptly at eight. I thought briefly for a moment, wondering if 'James' might be the Chauffer once again. He wasn't. And of course, I introduced myself to this new gentleman as Robert with an S, using the coded signal for recognition that Emily had passed along to me.

Actually, Robert had an ominous code name associated with it. And as I sat inside the limo with my blindfold on, I was becoming more and more uncomfortable with the whole situation.

You see, Robert...or Bob for short was the pet name that Anna sometimes called my cock. She loved for me to 'bob' it about using only my muscle control making it move and dance for her whenever it was nice and hard. So going on this particular appointment to some unknown destination, wearing a blindfold to meet some mysterious woman, was suddenly losing all the build up and excitement it once had. I had even begun wondering if my mystery woman wasn't some old worn out hag from days gone by, but then remembered that Emily had assured me earlier that if I was to see her, I would definitely find her attractive indeed. It had been the only stipulation that I had made before agreeing to the encounter in the first place. I might not know who it was I was going to be fooling around with, but I at least wanted to know it would be someone good looking and attractive at the very least.

I finally resigned myself to the situation, once again letting my cock do all my thinking for me, assuring me that everything would be ok.

Although I had not been consciously keeping track of either the time or the direction we'd been headed, I realized as the car sped along, that there would have been no way to know where we were actually going. After a number of twisting turns I was utterly and completely lost. About all I knew, we had gotten onto the freeway at one point, having driven for a short distance before exiting off once again. In my mind, we were perhaps headed towards Coronado, a very exclusive section of town where I was aware that several well-known celebrities kept and maintained winter homes. Finally I felt the car turning into a brick driveway as the tires took on a decidedly different sound. Moments later the car stopped, the sound of the Chauffeurs door opening, closing, and then mine opening confirmed my arrival.

I was escorted by someone who met us at the door of the car, taking over from the Chauffeur as they briefly acknowledged one another. I was once again reminded of the rules by a woman's voice who sternly told me to keep the blindfold I was wearing on at all times. She then lightly cupped my arm leading me towards what I discovered to be an elevator. We rode the elevator in silence until the sound of the doors opening alerted me that we'd arrived on our intended floor. Once again I was ushered down a long corridor, the blind-fold completely obscuring my vision keeping me bathed in total darkness. On the one hand, it was curiously exciting, on the other, I was extremely nervous, wondering just what the hell I had actually gotten myself into. My escort soon after knocked on the door, which opened seconds later.

"This is Robert," my companion spoke to my unseen appointment, using my name, but not one of those weird coded initials to go along with it this time. I felt a hand gently reach out taking my arm, but no other conversation was given. Feeling myself led deeper into the room, I wondered what if anything I was to say or do at this point. That question however was answered for me. In the next instant, I felt a hand gently pulling down my zipper. I flinched at the surprising contact as her hand quickly snaked inside my pants easily locating my rapidly hardening cock. True to his word, Mr. Ever-Ready was there patiently waiting for her.

Her hand was warm, soft and very, very friendly. "That was a good sign," I considered to myself. "At least her hands don't feel old," I found myself wondering. I heard a brief quick sigh of obvious pleasure as whoever she was; she appeared pleased with her discovery. Only then did she release me, her hands now reaching up to begin undoing my tie, unbuttoning my shirt. She seemed to enjoy undressing me, as next she helped me out of my jacket, then shirt, though replacing the tie she'd only loosened back around my neck. I felt her walk around behind me, anticipation as to what was going to happen next suddenly focusing my entire attention on her movements. Which is when I felt the press of her bare breasts against my back as she lightly began rubbing them against me. I felt it as she shivered, she was obviously excited, and I was becoming even more so myself. Something about this eerie erotic silence was catchy. I was really starting to get into this. I now felt her hands reaching around me as she fumbled briefly with my belt. I felt like a present slowly being unwrapped. And I guess in a way, I was.

Stepping back around in front of me, she led me over to what appeared to be some sort of divan, or oversized chair. I felt her hand press against my chest, forcing me backwards where I quickly found myself sitting down. Next came my shoes, socks, and finally my pants, which she quickly and easily removed, discarding them to join the rest of my clothing. I sat now only in a pair of boxers and the tie she'd replaced around my neck. Wearing the boxers for the moment was hardly worth the effort as my cock had long ago discovered the opening in the fly, now standing fully erect peeking up through it. I felt her long soft hair caress my legs as she leaned over, planting a light delicate kiss on my prick, causing it to lurch, throbbing excitedly.

Though I heard movement, I couldn't tell what it was that she was doing, as she stepped back, appearing to do nothing more than evaluate her gift. Once again I felt a little self-couscous, and though my prick hadn't softened, it was certainly thinking about it.

Suddenly I heard a faint 'click'. The sound of a woman's voice startled me. It was obviously a recording however, and sounded faintly like Emily.

"Please, remove your underwear, and then begin stroking yourself for me while I watch. I will tell you when I wish for you to stop," the woman's voice indicated.

There was another faint 'click' as the tape recorder was stopped. Obviously, this had all been well choreographed, and planned for ahead of time. I did as I'd been asked however, pulling off my boxers until I sat there totally in the nude now, except for the ridicules tie she had left hanging around my neck. Unable to see, I could only fantasize, wondering what she looked like, more importantly, wondering what she was doing as I sat there playing with myself. Once again that silent question was answered as I heard soft moans coming from a short distance away. Whatever it was she was doing, she was enjoying it. Enjoying watching me pleasuring myself, which in a way was weirdly exciting.

I don't know how long I sat there masturbating, but I was really starting to get into it, no longer wondering if I should, or shouldn't cum. I figured if she wanted me to stop before I did, she'd say so. And if she didn't, well then...it was her own piss-poor planning.

"Stop!" I heard the tape-recorder suddenly state. I did so. And again there was a momentary pause of silence. Once again I heard movement as she crossed the room towards me. I felt her kneel on the floor, placing herself between my legs. In the next instant, she was wrapping her soft fleshy breasts around my cock and began stroking me with them. She'd oiled her tits, so they were slick and well lubricated, giving my prick a heavenly caress of tit-flesh that now made me start to actually worry about cumming too soon.

Obviously aware of that possibility, she only tit-bated me for a few more moments before I felt her pushing me further back into the couch, climbing up into my lap. I now felt the tie around my neck being pulled, forcing my head forward where it came into contact with one of her breasts. Without any needed instruction, I quickly located her extended nipple with my mouth and began to greedily suck it, tonguing the hard nubbin of flesh repeatedly until again by the direction of her pull on the tie, I had switched, now paying homage to her other breast.

"Now at least I have a better understanding about the tie," I thought to myself. It was certainly a unique way to non-verbally direct me as to what it was that she wanted me to do.

Back and forth, I kissed, licked, sucked and nipped at those incredibly hard nipples. I'd boldly ventured touching them with my hands, receiving approval in having done so by eliciting a small mewling sound of pleasure as she sighed. Not enough to ascertain any type of identity from her of course, she was being very, very careful about doing that. Which in turn, made me begin to fantasize and wonder about her celebrity status. A thought that was now beginning to drive me crazy with in curiosity. I dared not peek through the blindfold though, even if I'd been able too. I clearly remembered Emily's strict warning to me, and made absolutely no effort whatsoever to peek around or through covering over my eyes.

As I continued playing with her full breasts, I felt her hand reaching down into my lap where she quickly grasped my now aching penis. I felt her squeeze it, milking out some lubrication which she quickly applied to her breasts, particularly her nipples which I continued to toy with, now using my own pre-cum to further stimulate those magnificent feeling orbs with.

Though she moaned from time to time, it was ever so softly, so controlled that I couldn't have guessed at her true identify even if I tried. Images of some of my 'fantasy' female stars began swimming through my head however, as far-fetched as I knew the possibility of any of them actually being here really was. Still...just knowing that it was "Someone", I thought, made the whole encounter magnificently erotic as well as sensual.

"God, what if it was Catherine Bell?" I considered, "Catherine with a C," I added as a silly afterthought. Or my other favorite Kathryn, "Kathryn with a Z-J!" I thought giving her both initials. The likelihood of either of course being highly doubtful such as it was. Still...I was becoming more and more aroused with the aspects of whoever it was that I was with, that she too was becoming just as excited as I was!

I was surprised to hear the faint 'click' of the recorder. Obviously she had brought it over with her, placing it down somewhere nearby, but within easy reach.

"Tell me what you'd like to feel me do to you're beautiful cock," the Emily-sounding voice asked. "Talk dirty to me, tell me what excites you, what pleases you," the voice continued, followed shortly by another 'click' as my mystery woman turned the recorder off.

It took a moment for me to consider that. Still slightly abstracted by all these images dancing around inside my head for one thing, and for the other, as her hand continued to fondle my prick expertly it made it very difficult to fully concentrate. Finally however, a though came to mind. I'd always wanted to feel what it was like to have a woman masturbate my cock with her long soft silky hair. Anna's was short, so that particular little fetish was out of the question as far as she was concerned.

"I'd like it if you used your hair to caress me with," I said huskily. I felt her slither off my lap, reluctantly wishing now that she hadn't as she'd taken those nice soft breasts away from me in doing so. When I felt her hair begin to wrap itself around my shaft, all thoughts of remorse quickly evaporated.

"Oh God that feels good!" I moaned happily. She wrapped a goodly length of that soft silken hair about me, then captured it all within her hand, pumping my member slowly up and down until I felt I'd explode, fighting the urge to actually do so with every fiber of my being.

"Oh yeah, stroke my prick!" I said remembering her words for me to talk dirty to her. Something I loved incorporating into whatever form of sex-play I enjoyed. "Now twist it, twist your hair around my dick and pull on it," I urged her, reveling in the sensation as she did so. "Oh fuck that's nice!" I nearly yelled out in ecstasy as she rewrapped my cock, repeating the entire process.

When I began to realize that if she kept this up much longer, I'd be giving her my own version of seminal conditioner, I said the first words that popped into my head. "Let me feel your pussy!"

She hesitated briefly, and then went back to stroking my cock with her hair.

"Please!" I added on the verge. "I want to slip my fingers inside your cunt, play in your juices, and feel them coating my fingers!" I'd been milliseconds away from shampooing her hair. Thankfully, she stopped just in time, releasing my prick, standing before me. I felt her reach down taking my hand in hers, guiding it towards her cunt. When she did, I noticed almost immediately that her pussy was soft, smooth and bare!

I'd been after my wife for years to shave hers. Not that I didn't enjoy the soft downy tuft of hair between her legs. But like anything, sometimes variety is the spice of life. Unfortunately, she'd refused, saying how much she hated it when it began growing in again. Now, caressing the baby-like smoothness of her skin, I felt my prick drool happily as with its minds eye, it saw the puffy outer lips, all swollen, glistening with her candy-juice. Something I of course could only imagine.

I easily slid my finger inside her. She was wet, very, very wet. I began to finger-fuck her, slowly at first, just sliding my middle finger in and out of her pussy until she was meeting my insertions with a gyrating pelvical dance that ensured I was thumping her clit with the palm of my hand. She'd placed her hands on my shoulders for support, grinding herself away on me as I now added a second finger to the fray, further stimulating her as well as soliciting a renewed bath of additional cunt-candy as she slickened my fingers.

I was so fucking horny at this point that I was fantasizing about all kinds of things, remembering how she, or at least how the 'recorder' had asked that I talk dirty to her. I decided to let it all hang out, and tell her exactly what else it was that I wanted to do...to her!

"I want to finger-fuck your ass too. I want to finger your cunt, finger your ass, and suck your clit until you can't stand it anymore!" I openly admitted to her. And though I had actually never done that, realizing now that I had the opportunity to do so just seemed to heighten my own sexual desires. I was sort of in the drivers seat here for the moment, and I was going to fucking well take advantage of it while I could!

All at once I felt her push against my chest, which effectively laid me flat out down on the couch I'd been sitting on.

"So much for being in the drivers seat," I thought.

Having done that, I felt her joining me as she straddled my waist. Her long hair once again brushing against my chest as she lowered her head to gently nip and lick the supersensitive knob of my pulsating cock. Mr. Fucking Wanted to Cum, had just regained its senses when he found himself getting licked all over forgetting all about remaining calm. I was just about ready to throw in the towel when I felt her climbing back into my lap where she rested that slick wet pussy against my shaft. I worried momentarily that she was about to place it inside her. One thing I did know, actual intercourse wasn't 'normally' allowed. I mean there wasn't any firm rule about it either, but Emily had once told me that everything short of actual fucking was pretty much OK. Only under rare and extreme circumstances did her clients or participants ever engage in actually fucking one another. And in my own case, I wasn't sure I'd comfortably be able to go that far either.

"I can't," I whispered somewhat pleadingly.

And then as if to alleviate my hesitation and concern, she pressed her cunt lips against my cock, placing the flat of her hand on my prick and began rubbing herself off this way.

"Close...but no cigar," I said. Not even realizing. I'd spoken the words out loud.

She stopped moving against me.

"Sorry," I was thinking about something funny I once heard about the use of a cigar.

I heard her laugh, catching me by surprise. It was sweet and sensual though she quickly muffled her mouth with her hand.

Once again she pressed her pussy against my shaft, I felt her heat engulf me, felt her juices kissing and sucking my prick in a blanket of pure fem-creamy bliss. As her hand surrounded my cock, she began to move it up and down, back and forth between that velvety smooth split. Slowly, she gradually increased the tempo until she was frigging her clit-nub with the head of my prick so rapidly that I knew she would soon reach her pleasures.

I felt her shudder softly, not quite stopping, but arching her back as she gave way to her orgasm. It was hard, intense as she continued pummeling her pussy with my cock, gradually easing the tempo until it beat ever so lightly against her as though using it to sooth herself. I wondered how difficult that must have been for her to do. To cum in silence. I never could. I was always so damn vocal and loud when I came. And I wondered how she would take or accept that when I finally did.

And hopefully that would be soon too. My cock was aching for release, but somehow I felt there was more, much more. And I waited patiently to see what she was up to next when I again heard the familiar 'click' of the tape recorder.

"What I want you to do now is lick my pussy. So lay down on the floor so I can more easily straddle your face. While you are doing that, I am going to suck your cock until I feel the cum draining down my throat."

"Click" I didn't need any further prompting. It had been a long, long time since I'd had that done. And not that my wife wasn't good at giving head, she was. But she simply didn't like my actually cumming in her mouth for whatever reason. I quickly positioned myself on the floor as I'd been told. Seconds later I sensed, then felt, as either Penelope Cruz, or Halle Berry, or maybe even Whitney Houston nestled their beautiful wet pussy down over my face.

As I dove into heaven, I began chasing her clit all over the place with my tongue. As I did, I felt my prick suddenly being swallowed by the most voracious pair of lips it had ever been my pleasure to feel wrapped around my dick. Sliding a finger inside, I began sampling portions of her cunt-candy, deciding at that very moment to begin slicking up another opening not too fucking far away. I had attempted this with my wife on numerous occasions, always getting a slap of the hand or a wiggle of her ass telling me no. As I began probing her cute little pucker-cup, I gently inserted my finger inside, easing it in slowly as I likewise began teasing her with another finger inside her pussy. As my lips surrounded her elusive clit, she surrendered to my manipulations, my finger burrowing fully into her ass where I now held her as though about to go bowling. Only in this instance, there was only one pin I was shooting for, and I currently found myself licking it.

"Oh fuck!" she actually moaned, though too softly to register if it had been anyone I might even have vaguely recognized. But the fact I had caused her to actually utter a sound was some sort of achievement in my book.

My only problem was, she was sucking my cock inside out and I was now having trouble concentrating. Mr. 'Are you gonna let me cum now?' was urging me to give in, and I was half-tempted to grant him his wish. She was doing things to my cock that I didn't know a person could do. As we literally tortured one another there on the floor, it became more or less a race to see who was going to cause whom to cum first. And being that she had a definite advantage at this point, I was rapidly losing ground as my prick was threatening divorce if I soon didn't give in.

Surprisingly, she did. I felt her tense, felt her ass tighten about my finger, as well as the one I was still busily fucking her pussy with when she exploded. Suddenly her pussy gushed an abundance of sweet tasting nectar that literally drenched my face. My moment of victory was short-lived however as my cock now having a mind of its own, decided to join her in the blissful ecstasy she was still feeling.

I felt my jisim balloon from somewhere inside my soul where it escaped in one long drawn out continuous stream, or so it seemed anyway, as her hungry mouth consumed each and every drop of nectar I could produce. Which under the circumstances was considerable!

Moments later, even as I continued to splurge whatever it was I had left inside her mouth, all the while still licking, still tickling her clit with my tongue, she finally rolled off, forcing me away.

An eternity went by. Slowly, I began to sense her presence lying near me still, her breathing only then recovering as she moved back to touch me, her hand gently caressing my now flaccid satiated member.

"No way!" I thought to myself. Mr. Cock had once again returned to the Mild Mannered Cock Kent, no longer able to leap tall buildings....or tight cunts in a single bound.

Then slowly....ever so slowly I felt my cock 'bob' and twitch. Reawakening once again. I felt her climb over atop me, felt the heat of her pussy lips just surround the fleshy meat of my staff, and slowly she slid her self down onto me.

Home again.

With one motion I tore the mask off of my face. I might be staring into the depths of hell itself, but I had to know!

"Anna?"

She was sitting astride of me, my cock buried deeply inside her cunt.

She had long hair, a wig I realized.

"Just what the hell is going on I asked? How...what the..." Is about all I could manage to stammer out.

Only then did she finally tell me the story.

She did, as she usually did, go about straightening up things inside the hotel room I had been staying in. She had proceeded to hang up one of my jackets when she noticed an interesting 'sex'-paper folded up inside one of my pockets. She had taken it out with the curiosity of flipping through it later when she noticed that I had circled a particular advertisement for Masturbation Club.

Curious, she had called the number; spoken with Emily about the service and what it offered. At that point, somewhere along the way, she then told Emily who she was. One thing led to another, and it was Emily who calmed her down from being angry or upset with me, and even went so far as to suggest setting up this whole little scenario, more for her enjoyment and pleasure than in mine really. After all, I was there to do whatever it was that she wanted to have done.

Before long, the two of them had concocted the whole plan, and Emily immediately went about setting things up. She'd even gotten from Anna at her suggestion the code name of 'Bob' and then Robert. S was for 'surprise', which indeed this had been.

Only then did I realize, that here I was, lying in my own bed in my own hotel room. The Chauffer had done nothing more than drive around for a while, and bring me right back here. Emily had arranged everything, including the taped conversation that she and my wife had so perfectly planned out together.

"Very tricky," I said. "You're pretty damn sneaky you know that?"

"Oh? And you're not? Running around town masturbating in front of perfect strangers? You don't call that pretty sneaky?"

"You got me there," I said sheepishly. "But...I wasn't going to fuck anyone but you!" I added as though that really counted for anything. Though initially, maybe it did.

"No, I've got you here," she said. And her hand once again wrapped itself around my rapidly responding penis.

"I think I'm going to have to change its name from Mr. Ever Ready to Mr. Insatiable," I said speaking to myself.

"What?"

"Oh nothing...just thinking out loud."

"By the way, speaking of which. Just who did you imagining being here with tonight anyway?" My wife asked.

"Why you darling. I was thinking of you!"

I was truly exhausted. Anna and I had fucked and sucked one another nearly all night long. By the time it was beginning so show some light outside, we'd fallen asleep.

The sound of the phone ringing didn't fit in with the nice little dream I was having. After several rings, I finally woke fumbling for the phone.

"Yeah?" I said grumpily finally speaking into the mouthpiece.

"David? This is Emily. Is everything all right?"

It took a moment longer to register Emily's voice, but more importantly, why she was even calling me.

"Oh, Hi Emily. Yes. Everything is fine; I'm just a little tired is all. We were up pretty late."

"Is that a good thing or a bad thing?" she asked worriedly.

"Oh...definitely a good thing. I must say, the two of you certainly gave me the surprise of my life," I said with a little more alertness, actually sitting up in bed now.

Lying next to me, Anna finally stirred, her nude body only partially concealed by the top sheet of the bed. One breast exposed as though peeking out at me to say, "Good morning darling, I had a wonderful time last night".

"Who's on the phone?" she whispered to me.

"Emily," I said placing my hand over the receiver.

Anna sat up with a very mischievous look on her face. "Tell Emily thank you."

I laughed, speaking back into the phone. "Anna says to tell you 'thank you' Emily. And so do I."

Emily breathed a sigh of relief. Obviously, she'd been a little concerned that things wouldn't turn out quite as well as they had. "So, can I still count on you for Saturday?"

"Saturday?"

I was still in a little bit of a daze, not fully awake. And then it hit me. "Oh my God! I'd forgotten. Saturday!" I thought. The special, 'by invitation only' party that Emily had mentioned to me earlier. "Ah, no actually. We haven't discussed it. I'm not even sure that under the circumstances..."

I never had the chance to finish. Suddenly Anna took the phone away from me.

"Hey Em, Anna. Any problem if we both show up? No? No, no problem with that either, I'm sure I can find something to wear."

There were a few minutes of silence as Anna sat listening to whatever it was that Emily was discussing with her. I could only shake my head in wonder. They were chatting away like old friends. I was about to get up out of bed and take a pee when Anna reached over and began fondling my dick.

"Oh yes, he's still here. I'm playing with his prick at the moment, so he won't be going anywhere just yet." Anna laughed at something Emily said looking towards me. "Why thank you Em," she said using the familiar abbreviated word for Emily's name now. "I wouldn't miss it for the world! Ok, we'll see you later then!" she said finally hanging up.

Once again she smiled.

"What?"

"You'd didn't think you were going to go all by yourself did you?" she asked squeezing my dick, and not in a friendly way.

"Actually, I wasn't really planning on going," I lied. Which was a dumb thing considering.

"David!"

"Ok, ok," I said giving in as she threatened to strangle poor Mr. Limp dick.

"Now, you'd better get up and put something on. Room service will be here any minute now!"

"Good, I'm starved," I said rolling out of bed.

"Ah David?"

"Yes?"

"I ordered a 'special' room service. Or actually Emily did. Though I did ask for a pot of coffee. So, get dressed in something you can wear out on the balcony. I'll bring you out a cup of coffee after he gets here."

"He?" I asked bewildered.

"Yes, he. Now come on, get a move on, I need to straighten up a little bit, I don't want to look like I'm all fucked out when he arrives!"

"He?" I asked myself again silently as I threw on a bathrobe. "He?"

Anna eventually came out of the bathroom once she'd made herself presentable. Although by 'presentable', as she'd called it, included wearing a chiffon see-through white night gown that did little if anything to hide her luscious curves. She'd no sooner stepped from the room when we heard a knock on the door, followed by: "Room Service!"

Anna grinned. "He's here. Now come on David, be a good boy and go sit out on the deck. I'll bring you some coffee before things get too busy," she added.

I stood out on the deck peering around the curtain as my wife headed towards the door to answer it. Seconds later, she reappeared leading a very tall, dark, bronze-skinned guy who was pushing a breakfast cart into the room behind her.

Anna quickly located the ticket that came along with the breakfast, signing it. "That's Andrea, with a Y," she added handing it to him. I almost laughed from my place of concealment. Saying it was one thing, hearing someone else giving the code was something else.

"I'll be right back, I need to take this out to my husband," Anna said picking up the pot of coffee along with a cup and saucer. "Make yourself comfortable," she added slyly.

"If you'd like, he can watch. I don't have a problem with that," Our room-service guy said.

"Oh that's ok, he can stay where he is," Anna said turning briefly towards him. "This is for me anyway, and I don't want him distracting me, which I'm sure he would if he were to join us."

Anna passed me the pot of coffee along with the dishes. "Now, behave yourself. I don't care if you peek through the curtains, but this is something Emily set up for me, and I have every intention of enjoying it," she warned.

"Fuck me!" I said holding the coffee.

Anna winked, "Maybe after he leaves. I should be good and horny by then," giving me a brief kiss before disappearing back inside the room.

Still peering between the curtains, I followed her as she walked over towards the bronze-skinned Adonis that had taken a seat. What I noticed almost immediately was that he'd taken Anna's suggestion literally. He was naked, already stroking his massive cock. He might not have been quite as large as John was, but the guy had a big thick-looking black cock. I had to admit, it was weirdly interesting to see her kneeling down in front of him, watching her place both hands about his prick and begin playing with it.​