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  Pushing to her feet, Felicia began a slow, sensual dance only a few feet in front of Liz. Liz watched each move of Felicia’s delectable body, getting caught up in the liquid motions, drunk on the steamy rhythm. From the corner of her eye she saw Jack watching the scene, and feeling his eyes on her increased the tempo of the heartbeat throb in her pussy.

  From behind her came Morgan’s tender touch—feathery fingers on Liz’s shoulders eased her back into Morgan’s soft arms. Liz let herself settle there, relaxing, basking in the softness of another woman. Felicia’s dance grew more provocative—she ran her hands over her breasts and round ass, and she teased Liz with the temptingly short hem of her tight little skirt. Morgan’s arms settled briefly around Liz’s waist, but soon her hands rose to gently cup the bottoms of Liz’s aching breasts, and then her thumbs began to play over Liz’s hard, pointed nipples. Waves of pleasure washed over her cunt like a tide coming in and out, in and out. The delightful sensations echoed from her breasts through her entire body.

  Every ounce of her being was caught in a deep, languid pleasure and the whole time, even as she kept her gaze rooted firmly on Felicia’s dirty dance, she kept thinking, Watch me, Jack. Watch me.

  Finally, Felicia teasingly undid the knot on her top and cast it free so that her big, lovely breasts were bare for both Liz’s and Jack’s hungry eyes. Felicia ran slender fingers over the two perfect orbs, then down over her smooth stomach and still swathed hips. Morgan kneaded Liz’s breasts now, full in her small, soft hands, and Liz heard her own breathy sounds, heavy and weak.

  It was at this point that Felicia pulled a simple ladderback chair from a corner of the room, turned it around, and straddled it. The move made her skirt rise to her hips, revealing that she was naked underneath—no g-string. The vision of her shaved slit, opened slightly, revealing a bit of pink, was electrifying.

  Next, Felicia resumed her sexy dance on the chair, pussy gyrating hotly as her breasts jiggled. Her expression said she was as turned on as Liz, just like last night.

  Finally, Felicia abandoned the chair, but her stretchy skirt remained high on her hips so that she was effectively nude. She approached the couch and bent over, reaching for the side zipper on Liz’s skirt. She slid the zipper down, reaching to tug at the skirt’s hem. Liz lifted, letting Felicia pull it off, leaving her in only her lavender lingerie.

  Felicia’s hands glided from Liz’s knees up over the tops of her stockings and garters, past her hips and tummy, not stopping until both she and Morgan were fondling Liz’s breasts. Liz watched their hands mingling there, Morgan firmly kneading and massaging, Felicia toying with her nipples, raking her fingertips over the hard beads, then pinching them and gently pulling at them, driving Liz wild. Liz spared a quick glance to her lover in the chair a few feet away to find his eyes glued on her, his gaze lust-filled.

  Next, Felicia climbed onto the couch, straddling Liz’s hips and beginning to dance, as she had last night. Her pussy—now tantalizingly bare and smooth, large pink clit peeking from between the folds—hovered just above Liz’s scant lavender panties. Liz’s breath came even heavier; she was nearly panting…and wanting, so badly wanting the woman who lingered seductively over her nearly naked body.

  And then Felicia sank her pretty cunt down onto Liz’s lace-covered one and began to grind. It was a grand relief to finally feel the weight and pressure of Felicia’s body where Liz burned and ached the most. Her pussy had gotten so very swollen and wet, desperate for stimulation, and now the dark-haired stripper was rubbing against her, riding her, taking her where she needed to go. Liz didn’t hesitate to push back, working her mound against Felicia’s. So intoxicated on sex that she no longer thought, only felt, Liz reached up for Felicia’s breasts. Round and soft in her hands, she squeezed and caressed as Felicia rode her and massaged her breasts, too. Liz twirled Felicia’s nipples, hard and erect between her fingers, following the urge to sit up slightly and rake her tongue over one beadlike crest. It felt like a pearl on her tongue, so innately feminine and sensuous. Both women purred and Liz did it again, this time to Felicia’s other breast.

  The sensuous stripper moved her pussy in hotter, tighter circles and Liz matched her, getting closer and closer to the edge. When Felicia leaned low over her chest, raking her bare breasts lushly over Liz’s, it happened—the climax shot through her quicker than she’d expected, making her cry out in joy and relief.

  The orgasm had been so long in coming that it was especially thick and intense. Each wave of pleasure engulfed her entire body and sent a fresh surge of moisture to her swollen mound. She pumped at Felicia’s pretty cunt, each thrust pushing their breasts gently together until Felicia spasmed, too, crying out in passion, and Liz knew she was coming, as well. They moved together, their rough lunges hard, hard, hard against each other, before slowly becoming softer, lighter, until their grindings were so delicate they were almost beginning to excite Liz all over again.

  She flicked her gaze to the man a few feet away. Their eyes connected with beams of pure liquid heat. Her orgasm had been a hundred times more incredible knowing Jack was there, watching her come, watching her writhe against another woman.

  Finally, Felicia backed off Liz and both let out slow sighs of recovery. Liz sat up and turned to find Morgan, still completely dressed in her tight mini, looking just as beautiful and sexy and only slightly spent. It gave Liz an idea. Jack had just given her an astounding gift, something she never would have experienced any other way, and now she wanted to surprise him, too.

  She leaned up to whisper to Morgan. “Dance for him.”

  Morgan’s pretty blue eyes met hers, shining with uncertainty.

  “Start out just dancing, stripping, and then give him a lap dance. Whatever you feel like doing—okay?” Liz said.

  So as the music continued playing, Morgan rose up on her incredibly high heels, stepped over to where Jack sat, and began to sensually sway her curves directly in front of him. He flashed a quick glance to Liz and she smiled, saying, “I’m back to taking charge again.”

  “Mmm,” he said, and clearly understanding he was supposed to sit back and enjoy this, he turned his eyes on the delectable Morgan as she slid thin red straps from one shoulder, then the other, slowly pushing the dress to her waist. Liz thought she enjoyed looking at Morgan’s pretty pale breasts as much as Jack did.

  Soon Morgan was easing the already ultra-short hem of the dress upward until it revealed that, like Felicia, she wore no panties, no flesh-colored g-string like out on the floor. A tuft of pale brown hair floated above a smooth-shaven pussy that she settled over Jack’s crotch.

  Liz hadn’t been certain how she’d feel watching another girl give Jack a lap dance, but she quickly discovered that she loved watching her man receive the pleasure she’d decided he should have. He refrained from touching Morgan, keeping his hands gripped on the arms of the plush chair, but let his eyes slide up and down her body as she worked over him, caressing her own breasts, gyrating her hips.

  Next to Liz on the couch, Felicia lounged comfortably, half lying down, lightly touching herself as she watched, raking her fingertips through her naked slit. Her eyes went glassy as she licked her full upper lip. The lush, erotic vision stole straight into Liz’s pussy, making it pulse with excitement again. God, the forbidden pleasures she was experiencing with Jack, because of Jack, were almost overwhelming at moments, leaving her to wonder how much exhilaration her body could handle.

  As she shifted her gaze to the sexy lap dance, her breasts turned heavy, missing Felicia’s stimulation and compelling her to reach up and caress them herself. She massaged her soft globes and twirled her nipples between thumb and forefinger, all while she viewed the sexy lap dance. A glance from the corner of Jack’s eye told her the sight of her touching her breasts upped his excitement.

  Morgan continued to dance on Jack’s lap, heated gyrations that crushed her crotch against his cock, firmly rubbing, raking over the length of the column Liz could see outlined through
his pants. Jack looked fully intoxicated with lust as he watched the stripper grind against him. Although his only thrusts against her were small, gentle, his knuckles had gone white on the arm of the chair and Liz suspected it was all he could do not to push back harder. His soft, low groans added to the tension gathering and swirling in Liz’s pussy as she continued to tweak her nipples, mold her breasts. She wondered how long he could last, and just when she was sure he would come, he placed his hands at Morgan’s hips and gently eased her back from his erection.

  “Stop,” he whispered, breathless, looking up into the blonde stripper’s eyes. “This is incredible, but I don’t wanna come.” He shifted his glance to Liz. “I wanna save it all for you, chere.”

  Chapter 5

  By the time Jack and Liz caught a cab to his place at the other end of Bourbon, his senses were on overload. She continued to blow his mind with her eager willingness to please them both in such hot, sexy ways. He hadn’t been lying when he’d told her watching her with two women would excite him more than anything ever had—that’s exactly what had happened. But he was glad his instincts told him that at the end of the evening, she’d want only him—and he was glad when she’d finally suggested going back to his place where they could be alone.

  He thought of the things they were doing together sort of like a backwards meal. The activities they’d just indulged in were like eating dessert first, and the part that was coming now, him and her alone together, was the important part, the real meal.

  As the cab took off toward his apartment, the old buildings and wrought-iron gates and balconies moving past in a blur, she slid up next to him in the backseat. Her hand grazed up his thigh and onto his crotch, where his perpetual hard-on continued to strain against his zipper. Ah, oui, he thought as she rubbed his cock. Sweet heaven. But not as sweet as it was going to be soon. He leaned his head back against the vinyl seat and basked in her caress.

  Then he returned the favor, slipping his hand under her short purple skirt. He wasted no time finding her crotch, covered by the soft lace he’d gotten to see back at the club. He sensed her parting her legs, heard her release a sigh as he raked his fingertips up, down, up, down, against the sexy lace. Her cunt felt swollen to him, from so much excitement, and even though he hadn’t thought he could get any more heated up than he already was, he did.

  He could hear her breathing now and wondered if the cab driver heard it, too. Merde, they had to have looked like exactly what they were when they’d climbed in the cab—a couple of frantic, sex-crazed lovers racing home to fuck. He leaned over, whispering lower than low in her ear. “Soon. Just me and you.”

  She answered with another hot sigh, a sexy smile in the dark.

  When the cab stopped outside his building, he tossed a couple bills to the driver before following his lady in plum through the archway to the courtyard that led to his place. He liked that she knew the way, that she’d been here before and felt comfortable enough to head toward his door as if she belonged here.

  Her heels clicked up old wooden stairs ahead of him, and God help him, his cock throbbed so intently he was tempted to grab her hips, spin her around, and do her right on the steps. Instead, he settled for a few sexy pats on her lovely ass, which was eye level with him as they headed for his second floor apartment.

  When she reached his door, she murmured, “Hurry.”

  “I’m way ahead of you,” he said, jabbing his key at the lock.

  The door fell open with both of them practically leaning on it. Together, they barreled into the living room, heading straight for the bedroom.

  “Take your clothes off,” she commanded.

  “I’m gettin’ there, chere, I’m gettin’ there.” But he was glad she wasn’t planning to waste anymore time with titillation, so he yanked off his shirt, letting it drop on the hardwood floor before starting on his belt.

  She’d crossed to the other side of his bed and stood smiling at him as she unbuttoned the same suit jacket she’d already had off for her sexy encounter with Felicia, let it slide from her shoulders, then tossed it on a chair in the corner. Her beautiful breasts looked ready to spill from that skimpy bra.

  “Keep going,” she said when he paused to study her.

  He released a short laugh. On her demand, he undid the belt, released the top button of his pants, and carefully unzipped, aware that her attention was focused on his erection. He let the khakis fall to the floor as well, then stepped free. He wore black silk boxers, not his usual underwear of choice, but it had proven a good one this evening because they’d been much less confining and had surely let each of the women he’d come into contact with tonight feel his hard-on better than they would have with briefs.

  “You, too,” he said when she didn’t move.

  She unzipped her skirt and let it drop, and there she stood, same as at the club, in that pretty little garter belt and tiny scrap of panty, only this time, it was just for him. “You’re a sight to behold, darlin’.”

  She licked her lips, pointing at his shorts. “Next.”

  He gave her a devilish grin as he hooked his thumbs in the elastic at his hips. “Waitin’ to see somethin’ special, chere?”

  She chuckled and said, “You know I am. Let me see it.”

  He obliged, ridding himself of the boxers so he stood before her completely naked, his cock at full attention, reaching past his navel. From the look in her eyes, she was well-pleased. “See somethin’ you like?” he teased.

  “Oh yes,” she purred, her eyes still glued to his erection. Then she pointed. “On the bed. Now.”

  He hadn’t quite decided yet if he was going to let her keep bossing him around, but for the moment, he obeyed, lying down atop the comforter so she could keep enjoying the view.

  He enjoyed a view of his own as she walked around the bed, heels clicking, to his side. Then she started climbing up onto the mattress, clearly intending to straddle him. That’s when he decided. No. He was taking back control of things, right now. There were certain things he wanted to do to her, and he was going to do them, damn it. “Not so fast,” he said, raising a knee to stop her progress.

  She looked stunned. “What do you mean?”

  “We’re gonna play things my way for a while.”

  Despite his words, she kept trying to climb on top of him until they were engaged in a small struggle. “Wanna play rough, do ya, chere?” he chuckled as they wrestled. But he couldn’t get the upper hand while lying down, so he sat up, got to his feet, and tussled with her until he could close his hands on her waist, pushing her back to land in a small easy chair. He dropped to his knees in front of her and thrust his body between her thighs. They were both panting as he looked into her eyes. “I do like your spirit, darlin’, but you best not bother fightin’ me, since I’m gonna do exactly what I want to you and there isn’t a damn thing you can do to stop me.”

  Her eyes blazed with passion and he felt her struggle against his hold once more.

  He only chuckled. “Save your strength. You’ll need it.”

  She sighed and finally relaxed in his grasp.

  “That’s a good girl,” he told her, sliding his hands up, raking his thumbs across her nipples. She shuddered. “That’s a real good girl.”

  Looking into her eyes, he was bitten with the overwhelming urge to kiss her—everywhere. Lips, breasts, sweet little pussy. But he decided to start at the top, leaning in and lowering his mouth onto hers for a long, slow, steamy tongue kiss that had both their hearts racing by the time it was done. “Haven’t kissed you enough,” he told her, all traces of amusement or triumph gone. “And haven’t seen nearly enough of these pretty breasts, either, but I’m gonna remedy that right now.” With that, he used his fingertips to lower the lace that barely covered her nipples until her soft flesh spilled out in hot, beautiful abundance.

  It was the first time he’d seen her lovely breasts fully revealed. They were beautifully large and round, pale but for the pink crests that looked as hard as tw
o rosy pearls. He ran his tongue over one erect nipple while he took her other breast full in his hand. The feel of that hard bead on his tongue was incredible, made him want to lick her again and again. Above him, she was letting out hot, pretty sighs that fueled him as he moved to the other sweet breast, licking and laving. He soon found himself sucking her nipple, slow and gentle at first, then he drew it deep into his mouth with more abandon. She held his head while he sucked on her, ran her hands through his hair, over his neck and shoulders. Hot little panting breaths escaped her and she arched her back, pushing her breast harder into his mouth. He sucked even deeper, making her cry out, and then he softened his ministrations, releasing her beaded pink flesh to flick his tongue quickly back and forth over the taut peak.

  He could have spent hours playing with her perfect breasts, but his cock throbbed almost painfully now, after all the excitement it had endured tonight already, and there was still more he had to do before he came.

  So he released her nipple from his mouth and kissed his way gently down her stomach as she watched.

  “You have great breasts, chere,” he purred in between kisses. “Touch ‘em for me. Like you did back at the club.”

  He looked up in time to see her give her lip a provocative little bite as she took them in her hands, rhythmically kneading and caressing their weight, her dark pink nipples peeking between her long, slender fingers.

  “Mmm, oui, ca c’est bon, just like that.”

  He didn’t stop kissing when he reached the lavender garter belt—he kissed across the lace, down onto her lower tummy, and then onto her tiny panties. Her body was all stretched out for him and she was panting harder, beginning to moan when his kisses passed over her hot, passion-engorged slit. He could smell her sweet, salty juices and knew how soaked those panties had to be.