Unmasked (21 page)

With their eyes closed and their mouths filling their minds with delightful sensations, there was no room, there were no spectators. No wife standing by watching. He was stopping Amelia in her tracks. Ripping up the script. The sexual automaton, the animated mannequin, was being
warmed from within. He wanted a real girl to play with.

Their kiss lingered. With stolen breaths and saliva and lovely arousing pressure, their mouths stirred a bourgeoning hunger. His hands made their way to massage her arse and his body pressed itself against her. She felt herself giving way to a real need.

He whispered into her ear, ‘Now kiss my wife.’

Amelia held onto David and looked over to Emma. Then she glanced sheepishly at her partner, who was still by the bar, watching her with a curious, kindly smile. Something had changed. The naked waiter hugged himself. Emma smiled at her and held out her hand. Amelia would not relinquish David, she held him tightly.

‘That must have been some kiss,’ Emma said to David. She smiled and came closer. Amelia appeared to be truly shy of Emma. She hid her face against David’s shoulder.

Watching David kissing Amelia had been an intense experience for Emma. She could see Amelia relinquish her role and relax into his arms. She could see David’s desire expressed in the movement of his body, his hands and the kiss. She had thought she had wanted to see David
fuck the girl. Now she wasn’t so sure, but she was too turned on by her husband’s kiss to allow such fears to get in the way.

Emma stepped right up to them and ran her hand through the girl’s hair.

‘You’re such a beautiful girl,’ said Emma. ‘Don’t be shy of me. That only makes us want you more.’

David laughed and Amelia showed her face, and was smiling.

‘Will you kiss my wife?’ asked David.

The girl nodded.

Emma hugged the both of them and returned Amelia’s tentatively offered kiss with warm-blooded enthusiasm. Emma was well aware that men loved watching women kiss and fuck, and the two girls seemed to know instinctively how to play up to David’s interested eyes. Their kiss degenerated into a pantomime of tongue-play and soft moans. Lewd. The other two men came closer. Both were playing with themselves. David was in the midst of it.

David bit Emma’s neck and took her hand in his. He nibbled with his teeth and massaged the sensitive muscles with his lips, sending shivers through her body. He directed her hand towards and onto Amelia’s mound. The girls continued to
kiss each other. David changed from his wife’s neck to Amelia’s. He took her hand and led it under Emma’s dress.

Emma hadn’t been wearing any underwear. Their bodies writhed. Emma’s hand massaged Amelia’s clit, dipped into her, slid along her lips and back. David’s hand joined hers from behind and the two hands played together, sliding around, well lubricated between Amelia’s legs.

Amelia’s fingers were all over Emma’s pussy. Novice touches. Blundering caresses. Now palming her whole mound. Fingers again – skittish and clumsy. Then they penetrated her. Four hard bony fingers. Emma wanted to stop her, but didn’t. The fingers found a spot and gave it repeated attention. The fingers felt so hard and large and their presence filled her. The sensations were new and harsh and they found such a keen pleasure point. False rhythms and blind art. The fingers went from being uncomfortable intrusions to necessary and welcome guests. Very welcome.

Emma whispered into Amelia’s mouth, ‘Don’t stop!’

Their kissing became less of a pantomime act and more expressive of their new desire for each other. Each was finding the other’s hands
unfamiliar, provoking and unpredictable. Their kisses too were unexpectedly stimulating. Their lips were heavily pressed together and their tongues travelled deep and long. Teenage kissing. Hot, passionate, inelegant, lustful kissing.

The waiter advanced to Amelia, favouring her with his attentions. He seemed unsure of Emma as yet. Naked and hard, he leaned forward, took hold of her hips and began rubbing himself against her arse.

David bit and kissed Amelia’s face and neck and then nibbled Emma’s neck and ear. The warmth of the women hard up against him had him reeling. Their different scents intoxicated his senses. A woman in each arm. The tanned blonde’s skin was so unlike the pale beauty of his wife’s. Amelia was rough, taut, and resistant, of the beach, the coast, salt and the sea. He licked her neck. His hands were everywhere. At one stage he had a hand on both pussies, coming at them from behind, over their fleshy arses, slipping and sliding and butting into each of the girls’ busy hands. Wife in his right arm, sea-tossed tart in his left. Quite unconsciously, he was thrusting his pelvis against them slowly. As he kissed he attracted one and then the other lascivious mouth. Was kissed and kissed. His lips were sucked on and bitten and he
was tongued, three playful tongues, and squeezed and licked.

Emma had David’s bottom lip in between her teeth at the exact moment his wet finger hastened heedlessly up her arsehole. Her mouth opened and she released his lip and a long gravelly moan. His left middle finger found Amelia’s arsehole open and accommodating. She too moaned as he pushed perilously deep. He finger-fucked both arseholes as the girls continued working away at each other’s pussy. Awkward and hot, their passionate manipulations whirled them through a debauchee’s overture. Round and around their senses tottered, like the first drunk at a party, crashing into and through more reasonable reflections. These sensations were too much for Emma who, after fighting off the expression of all the pleasure she was receiving, postponing pleasure in the hope of even greater returns, finally caved, succumbing to and embracing her first orgasm for the night.

Emma’s moans and shudders, her bucking and obscene eloquence tipped her new Sapphic lover over the edge and with David’s finger frantically fucking her arsehole and Emma’s hand circling her clit, Amelia came, letting out a harsh triumphant scream.

TWENTY-TWO

The waiter gave Amelia no time to think. He pulled her from the group and kissed her manically. His lean frantic hands were all over her. He was in a state. His body emitted such concentrated vitality. He was beautiful and sure of himself. He showed no shame at his being the only naked one in the room. Emma stepped to him and pulled him to her. He kissed her and hugged her too. Her hands ran over his firm butt cheeks. Amelia pushed her own hand between Emma and the waiter and took a tight grip on his cock. Emma also decided his cock was desirable
and grabbed it. Their two hands fought over the thick hard shaft while they continued to kiss him. His eyes were intense and his kisses hot and hard. The slight stubble on his chin and cheeks grazed both women’s faces.

David stood behind them watching. His cock was hurting – pounding – untended – it pressed against his underwear and peeked through the fly Amelia had left open. But her hands were now full and busy. The waiter was at least ten years younger than David. He knew the waiter’s well-toned torso and intense, dark beauty and self-assured bearing would be powerfully attractive to the women. His youthful vitality seemed infectious as both Emma and Amelia became more enthused and lively under his touch. Emma even looked younger to her husband as she kissed the boy, her arse under his hand seemed more attractive. David wanted to run from the room. He remained standing though.

Claudio stood across from him wanking, his pants around his ankles. David looked at him for a second. Thick hairy legs supported him. He had an unusually long cock. David thought he was thoroughly obscene, jerking off like that. The expensive grey suit highlighted the flagrancy of his current state. But far from repelling him the
man’s behaviour seemed to reassure him, to somehow welcome him into a new phase of existence.

David had been waiting for someone to attend to his cock but now felt he had been invited to please himself. He released his cock into his own warm hand and began to masturbate, something he’d never done in front of strangers. The feeling was startlingly dissipated. Now he eagerly observed the three in their embrace and watched his wife’s hand together with Amelia’s stroke the waiter’s cock. He was brought to the boil by his jealousy and blew his load in a furious loss of restraint. His come spurted out onto the floor between him and the group. He made no sound. No one noticed. He kept pumping his hand up and down on his cock. Come was dripping onto the floor. The orgasm had been a muted, disgusted expression of something he had been swallowing and suppressing for years.

He kept pulling away at his cock. The fact that nobody had seen what he’d done was painful. The sudden release of pressure left him feeling low and obscure. But these feelings were far from being unerotic. His cock remained hard. He felt criminal, devious and low. These were new thoughts for him, and the emotions he was
experiencing were refreshing in their honesty and pessimism. He felt he could understand the erotic now. He could understand the righteous and the damned. He pulled and pulled his cock and felt himself take control of his sexuality. He debased it too. Lowering the standard, delving into himself and his dissolute needs. There would be or could be no a return to normal life.

David had to hold his wife. Had to kiss her. The waiter’s hands were all over her. Her hand was sliding along the length of the young man’s cock.

David reached out and took hold of her other hand and pulled her to him, breaking the kiss she was sharing with Amelia. He turned her face to his and gently kissed the lips he had dreamed of kissing. She responded passionately, staring into his eyes. Though every impulse urged him to lead her away to his cabin he resisted them all. If she wanted a partner in erotic life he would be that partner. He ended the kiss and held her at arm’s length. Her eyes were questioning. His were all desire. He wanted to see her. All of her. He undid the two buttons on her dress. Her lovely large pale breasts were exposed. He realised the others were watching. David lifted the dress straps off her shoulders. Then he pulled down the dress,
slowly. There was not a sound in the room. The dress fell from her hips to the ground. She was naked. The waiter stood close by, his arm around Amelia, his eyes on Emma. She stepped out of the dress but kept her gaze fixed on the wall. David walked around her, stroking his cock as he did so. She wouldn’t look at him. Claudio, curious and turned on by this show, came over to Emma.

Emma was thankful for the soft candlelight but was feeling very exposed nonetheless. She wasn’t feeling beautiful, she was feeling cheap. She felt David was making a spectacle of her. She was aware that David would have been jealous of her kissing the waiter and she could feel his confusion. She felt guilty. She hated guilt. She stood very still. All eyes on her. She doubted herself – had she misbehaved? Surely David would forgive her for forgetting him completely. She smiled in her mind at that thought. I’m a shallow tart, she said. A shallow tart. Tart. Tart. Tart.

Regardless of how Emma’s strange fluctuations of self-esteem went, one thing was obvious to everyone in the room, she looked gorgeous. Her body was womanly. Large breasts, narrow waist, full hips and a toned, round arse on top of long slender legs.

David whispered in her ear as he passed by her, ‘Touch your toes.’

She hesitated.

‘Touch your toes,’ he repeated.

She obeyed him reluctantly. The others watched on with interest as she bent at the waist and held her ankles. David walked behind her, waving to the others to come around. They all followed his lead. Claudio’s cock hardened as he stroked it and took in the magnificent view of Emma’s pussy fully available to him. Her round arse was so inviting and provocative. They all saw how wet she was. She was shiny in the candlelight. They all saw her pert little arsehole. No one touched her. The waiter was unsure no longer. He knew which woman he preferred.

Emma’s mind was spinning. The blood was rushing to her head. The others perving on her, being forced to reveal herself to them, the silence, no whistles of approval – nothing. She could see their feet as she looked through her legs. They were just standing there. It was too much. They were all there. Touch me! She was so aroused. She wanted so much to be touched. She wanted to be ravished not stared at.

David came up behind her and grabbed her around the waist. She felt his hard-on pressed flat
against her. It felt hot. He ran his hands all over her. He had longed for this moment but now that it had come he was unable to act as he’d imagined he’d act. He cupped her breasts, tweaking her nipples, ran his hands down her legs, across her stomach and over her mound. He bent down and stuck his face in her pussy for a second. Then he stood and brought her up straight. He beckoned the others forward. He wanted them to touch her. They all complied. Claudio eagerly took a nipple in his mouth. Amelia crouched down and started to kiss under Emma’s breasts and the waiter kissed her lips. David eased his cock up into her from behind. He was in her. He felt giddy.

He left it there.

Hard, long and warm, it was buried deep in her. She clenched around it, welcomed it, loved it.

Amelia knelt in front of Emma and began kissing her way across Emma’s belly. She tongued her belly button. She gave Emma’s pale skin warm, wet kisses with her soft lips. Kissed the sensitive places gently. Kissed her way down the inside of Emma’s thigh. She admired Emma’s skin, was turned on by its beauty, she really wanted a taste of it. She wanted a bite of her.

Claudio was supping on Emma’s full breasts. He was kissing and sucking on one while teasing the other with his hand. They were so soft, the skin was youthful, he was making comparisons, he wanted this woman over his own. She was more beautiful, more erotic, a sensual woman through and through. A woman made to make love to night after night. He made circles around her nipple with his warm wet tongue, interrupting this by sucking in the whole of her nipple and flicking it. Such perfect breasts, he thought. An overwhelming feminine force subduing him with its softness. Emma brought her left hand up and grabbed Claudio’s hair, holding him to her breasts.

Emma was overwhelmed by all these sensations. The waiter’s kisses would have been satisfying enough. His kisses were so perceptive of her every need. His mouth, his tongue, those lips were moving her deeply. She could feel the full force of his ardour through the language of his lips. She had conquered another heart. He was trying to win her – three men were – but her husband was doing well to keep her.