The Arrangement [Box Set] (6 page)

—My goodness, April said. Where on earth are you taking me?

—Just to Frank’s private den, Herb said.

April was beginning to get a little apprehensive. They were a long way from the dining room now and she wasn’t used to being alone with so many men, in such a skimpy dress, even if one of them was her husband.

As they walked through the library, something else happened to surprise April. She and Herb were walking ahead of the other three, and she was already highly conscious that they would practically have a view of her bum from where they were. But then, as they made their way through the library, Herb’s hand, which had been gently guiding her at the small of her back, crept down to her bum and then stayed there. The skirt of the dress was so short that he had no problem getting his hand under it so that it was directly on her bum, and he gave her a little squeeze. And it wasn’t just that his hand was on her bare bottom that was so strange, but the fact that Frank, Pete and Walter were right behind them and would be able to see it.

What’s going on? she thought. What is this? It was like nothing she’d ever experienced, and she realized that she’d allowed herself to be led off by four men, one was Walter but the others were practically strangers, and now she didn’t know where she was or what was going to happen.

They went through the final set of doors that led from the library to the den and the room was just as impressive as the rest of the house. If she’d thought the library was masculine, this room was even more so. It had a string of french doors leading off to yet another balcony but this balcony faced a lawn that ended with tall trees. On the walls were stuffed animal heads that men who liked hunting often used to decorate rooms. There were deer, bears and even some more exotic animals like gazelles and zebras. The effect was a little unsettling. There was also a large billiards table with two green lamps hanging down over it from the ceiling. There was leather furniture similar to what was in the library, and there were more book shelves, a bar, and some framed documents on the wall.

—What are we doing here? April said.

She looked at the four men and there was no doubt they were expecting something from her. She recognized the look in their eyes. They weren’t exactly leering, they were still being perfectly proper on the surface, but there was a sparkle in their eyes of happiness mixed with anticipation. And then there was something else too, could it be, fondness?

April couldn’t deny that she felt a twang of excitement herself, mixed with pride that these four successful men all wanted to be here with her. But there was another big part of her that was frightened. She wasn’t afraid of the men exactly. She got no feeling of aggression or meanness from them at all. If anything, they were treating her better than she was used to being treated when she was alone with Walter. They were attentive, generous, complementary and kind. They were looking at her like they liked her and found her beautiful.

But there was also the unmistakable fact that they had brought her here without ever asking her permission, without ever seeking her consent or agreement to the arrangement. She didn’t even know what they had in mind—what it was they wanted to do with her—and how could she know she would like it when she found out? She’d heard of terrible things happening to girls alone with groups of men. This seemed like exactly the kind of place where such things might happen, with the faint trace of cigar smoke in the air and the stuffed animal heads on the wall.

As if on cue, Frank took a box of cigars from a humidor and offered it around. The men selected their cigars and cut them while April watched, feeling awkward. Then they lit the cigars and April watched as Herb had a quiet word in Walter’s ear. She hoped something would happen soon as she felt distinctly uncomfortable standing there with the four of them watching her.

It was Walter who broke the silence.

—April, would you be so kind as to climb up onto the billiard table.

He said it as naturally as he could but she could tell there was embarrassment in his voice. It seemed, now that they were here, all of them were a little embarrassed. They weren’t quite as sure of themselves as they’d been up to this point. April realized these men were more than comfortable giving her gifts and attention, things they knew she would like, but now that it was time for them to ask her for something they were less sure of themselves.

And despite the strangeness of the situation and the embarrassment she was feeling, that thought comforted her a little. Really, they were just boys, she thought. The same as all the other boys she’d ever known in her life. They always wanted something from a girl, and when it came time to take it, more often than not they let their nervousness show.

Never in a million years would she have pictured or imagined herself going along with a situation like this but before she knew it she found that she was climbing onto the billiard table, giving them a nice long look at her bare bum in the process. The g-string she had chosen was black and she thought that was bold now but was glad that at least it would be attractive.

She knew she was a good-looking woman. She had a great figure, nice hair and she had always been confident that she was pretty. Men hit on her all the time. She worked out four times a week. But there was also the fact that she’d had two children in the last six years, and despite loosing her baby weight and spending countless hours in the gym, her body would never be at thirty-four what it had been when she was sixteen.

She was on the table feeling the solid, felt surface of the billiard table on her legs. She didn’t know whether to stand or sit when Herb said, —Kneel please.

Probably the only thing that gave her the confidence to do it was the thought that Herb’s wife was in her sixties, Pete’s was in her fifties, and even Midge was more than ten years older than she was.

She got on her hands and knees and couldn’t help trying to attain the most attractive posture possible in that position. She sucked in her tummy, arched her back a little, and let her bum protrude back to elongate her body.

The lamps from the ceiling hung down to just a foot above her and gave her an alluring shadowy appearance. The little skirt barely extended past her waist and in this position it did nothing at all to cover her bum. The table was firm but it was not uncomfortable. She maintained the position and tried to be as still as possible while the men slowly circled around her and admired her from every angle. They were smoking their cigars and they looked very pleased with themselves. She gave away no emotion and said nothing, and while they were happy to make eye-contact with her, they said nothing either.

She found herself hoping they liked what they saw. In fact, the longer she maintained that position, and imagined how her body looked, starting with her black stilettos and extending all the way to her bum with the frill of skirt and the string of her panties, the more confident she grew that she was impressing them.

She couldn’t see the men when they were behind her but she felt more than one hand on her bum, stroking the cheek, and even finding its way along the string of the g-string toward the front.

—Beautiful, she heard in a murmur.

—Exquisite, someone said.

When she spotted Walter he looked happy, proud. She looked at him and realized he would never be enough to satisfy her completely, not now that she had experienced this. She wanted more, more than just her husband who treated her like a secretary and managed to have intercourse with her maybe twice a month. She wanted more, and she was going to get it.

—Get up on your knees now, please, Herb said.

She rose up on her knees, almost like a puppy, and as the four men stood there staring at her, she knew what she had to do next. She reached around her back and unclasped the fastener that held her dress in place. The bodice fell away, revealing her breasts to them. She looked down and saw that they were pert and firm and alluring in the strange light.

—Take it off, Pete said.

By now she was on autopilot. None of the things she was doing were natural to her, but in this strange place, with this enticing company, she found that she could do things she would ordinarily be unable to do. She pulled the dress up over her head and threw it off into the darkness of the room. With the bright lamps so low above her she could hardly see beyond the edges of the billiard table and the men were largely hidden in shadow. This made her less shy as she kneeled in front of them wearing only her black g-string and stilettos.

—Take it all off, please, Frank said.

She looked at him and then pulled the g-string off over her shoes and threw it at him. Then she leaned back on her butt with her legs spread open in front of her giving them a full view of her vagina. Thankfully she was completely shaved and what she was showing them looked its best.

They smoked their cigars and stared at her and she found herself gyrating up and down slowly and subtly, as if she was a pole dancer learning the moves.

—Come closer, Pete said and she slid forward on her bum till her feet were on the edge of the table.

—Closer, Pete said.

He was standing very close to the table himself now, and she slid her bum right to the edge of the table so that it was just inches from him. He touched her, rubbing her fleshy clitoris gently, then he leaned down and put his face between her legs. He covered her vagina with his mouth and licked her hungrily. Then he put his tongue as far as he could inside her. She wrapped her ankles around his head and threw her head back as he licked her. Then he broke loose and took a step back.

Frank came up to her next, and she looked at Pete and Herb and Walter as he did. Were they all going to have a taste, she wondered. Frank put his finger inside her and she watched the other three men, who were watching what Frank was doing intently. He put his mouth on her vagina as Pete had done, as if her vagina was her mouth and he was kissing her passionately. He licked and sucked her vagina and clitoris and it felt excruciatingly good. He put his hands over her breasts and then onto her face and she took his fingers in her mouth and sucked them.

Then, before he forgot himself and got completely carried away he took a step back and made way for Herb. Herb looked her in the eye as he approached and she felt almost dizzy with anticipation as he stepped up to the spot in front of her. She never would have imagined that she could feel so much lust for a man his age but there it was, and it was pulsing through her more fiercely than any lust she had ever felt in her life. When Herb was in front of her he put his finger in her mouth as Frank had done, and then leaned into her pussy with his face but instead of licking her where the others had, he leaned in closer to her and pressed his face against her, pushing her up a little. Then he licked her asshole. He pushed his tongue into it and then followed it with his finger, pushing his finger in and out of her bum till she let out a moan. She angled her body so that he could get at her however he wanted and he ate her greedily. She had never felt anything like that and it gave her more pleasure than she would have thought possible. With his finger driving in and out of her bum he planted his mouth on her vagina and licked and sucked her clitoris and she began to think she was going to reach orgasm. His finger was pumping in and out, faster and faster, and she felt the thrill of it rise up inside her and reach it’s peak. It had to be the peak. She couldn’t take any more. She couldn’t even think enough to be afraid of how she looked or sounded, she just ground her pelvis against his face and let him do what he wanted to her anus and pussy. She had no idea how long it continued.

She screamed out when at last she came and the men all sighed and seemed to experience the climax with her. Then Herb took a step back to make way for Walter.

Walter came up to her and stood between her legs, and in the aftermath of the climax she had just had, and with all the power and pleasure that was intoxicating her flowing through her veins, she did something that would have been unthinkable to her before. She kicked off one of her black shoes and put her foot in Walter’s face and firmly pushed him away.

—No, she said. Nothing for you, tonight.

I

A
PRIL MASTERSON SAT ON HER
stunning new balcony overlooking the Potomac and made a decision. She decided that she would do her honest best to find happiness in this new life and the strange arrangement that it entailed. She could manage that. She had to.

The house was stunning. The main balcony had its own balustraded staircase of Italian marble leading down to the pool. She’d just gotten back from yet another shopping spree with Mark, the interior designer. They’d put the whole thing on Herb Kingsley’s personal account, again. Mark had talked her into buying a real fireplace for the patio, fed by a gas line from the house and she was looking down at the men installing it now. They’d also bought a suite of furniture to go with the fireplace. Her poolside was more comfortable now than most people’s living rooms now. The installation crew was also putting in a full barbecue and grill close to the seating area. They said they might as well do it since they were installing a gas line. She and Walter could cook down there too now, if they ever cooked that was.