Unspoken Pleasure

I felt someone shaking my shoulder.

Consciousness raced back in. I was in an unfamiliar bed. Everything smelled off. My body felt weirdly heavy, constrained, and I realized I was still wearing my clothes -- dress shoes and all.

My memories slowly leaked over me. I was at my co-worker Brian's house. Sleeping in his bedroom. I must have passed out at some point.

Another shake. My eyes popped open. I looked over at Kate, lying across from me. My wife was snoring in a cute, quiet way. A slight sleep smile played across her lips. But if Kate wasn't waking me up, then who was?

I rolled over, expecting to see Tara, my wife's younger sister. Or even Jesse, her husband. But, to my surprise, it was Vanessa, Brian's wife.

The beautiful blonde woman knelt by the side of the bed. Her golden hair ran rivulets over her shoulders. She had on the same plunging green dress from before and that strange, bronze necklace with the large, irregular chunks of smoky quartz. Her face was so perfectly formed, it seemed almost alien.

Vanessa left her hand resting on my shoulder, not unkindly. When she saw that she had my attention, she put a finger to her lips. I acknowledged her command, and she rolled her head -- the universal symbol for 'follow me.' Careful not to disturb my slumbering wife, I slid out of the bed and let Vanessa lead me out of the room.

Despite feeling like I'd been asleep for days, it was still nighttime. The hallway was dim, and my eyes struggled to adjust. The music was gone, and the house was eerily quiet. Despite the general quiets (and also somewhat because of it), I could hear the sounds of illicit activities. Moans and groans. Gasps and cries. The rhythmic beats of headboards on walls.

For a moment, I thought back to my conversation with Brian a few days before about the kind of party he was hosting.

"This isn't your typical boring couple's night," Brian said, "There will be no brie or boardgames."

I raised an eyebrow, thinking of what Vanessa had told us over dinner a few weeks before about being 'in the lifestyle.' Was Brian really inviting us to one of those parties? Brian just laughed.

"No man, nothing like that," he said, "Look, will a few people end up doing stuff? Probably. But no one gets involved with anything they don't want to be a part of. Look, Nessa and I both think you're a lot of fun and we'd like to have more fun with you. That's all."

That's all, huh? If this was 'normal' I could only wonder about what Brian would consider to be a rager. I did not ever want to find out.

Once Vanessa took me into the hallway, I assumed that she would explain why she'd woken me up. Instead, the attractive woman simply grabbed my hand and pulled me forward. I let myself be led all the way to the far end of the hall. I'll admit I didn't know how to feel in that moment. On the one hand, Vanessa was truly stunning and being the object of her attention was a thrill all its own. I might have followed her over a cliff if she wanted.

But that was the problem. To this point, letting Vanessa lead the way had been thrilling but also dangerous. She'd encouraged my innocent wife to participate in a strange circle jerk that ended with Kate getting a stranger's cum all over her face.

The fact that I continued to be twisted up about how I felt about that event (thrilled and dismayed, mostly) meant that I didn't have a good handle on what Vanessa was up to. In some ways, she seemed to have my best interests at heart. In others, she seemed to have her own agenda, my own feelings be damned. She flitted between filthy fairy godmother and kind-hearted devil so often that I could no longer recognize which persona she was playing.

Vanessa walked us back to the first bedroom at the top of the stairs. A few hours before, Tara and I had found Vanessa's husband, Brian, fucking another woman in that room. I could only imaging what I'd discover behind the door this time. I reminded myself that Kate was safely ensconced in the master bedroom behind me. One less shocking sight to worry about.

Again, Vanessa held a finger to her lips, staring at me pointedly. I was getting far too familiar with that gesture from her. I tried to speak, but she shook her head vigorously.

"You'll see," Vanessa whispered. Her sapphire eyes were wide with excitement. I remembered Kate told me that both women had done cocaine earlier that evening. I wondered if Vanessa had maybe indulged in a bit more. While her body was clearly in control, her ice blue orbs looked wild.

Vanessa gave me another look, one that clearly asked if I was going to abide by her rules. With no other options, and the curiosity grabbing hold of me by the cock, I motioned my agreement. The beautiful blonde nodded back and carefully cracked open the bedroom door.

As if no time had passed at all, I saw that Brian was still in that same room, in a remarkably similar position. Pumping away like a fucking automaton. But time had passed because there was a different woman under him this time. It was Tara.

My wife's slim little sister lay back on the bed, her thin pink legs propped up on Brian's muscular shoulders. It was unnerving to see the cute redhead so exposed. I could see every bit of her body. Even sexier than I'd imagined.Content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

I never thought I'd see Tara's cute, little tits. Bubblegum nipples swollen with desire. I never believed I'd see her hairless pussy, luridly spread wide by another man's member. I certainly never imagined I'd hear her amorous groans and grunts while she got pounded into pleasure.