3 comments/ 24333 views/ 1 favorites Eight of Spades Ch. 01 By: Lady Malachite "Would you like to watch a couple have sex right in front of your eyes?" a beautiful seductive voice called from the darkness. It seemed to flow into the 35-year-old man in his white shirt and Marvin the Martian tie, filling him with lust and passion, as sweet and primal as morning dew. Jim craned his head to get a look at the beautiful siren who called to him, but she was nowhere. Still, he saw her, because the image in his mind's eye was so clear. She was tall and buxom, with golden blond hair that simmered and flowed as if immersed in water. Her face was at once both gentle and ruthless, and she was unselfconsciously naked from head to toe. She had more the feel of a proud stallion than that of a common woman. "I'd love to," Jim replied. His balls were tightening in his work pants and his cock was getting harder. His palms were sweating and he felt like a horny teenager. He swallowed uncertainly. His throat was parched and it felt like he was having trouble breathing. "Well then, you are tired to a chair in a chastity device, the back is electrified so it will shock you if your posture gets sloppy," the voice continued, sweet as honey. It hit the man in the stomach like a flash of pure passion. Jim opened his eyes, and suddenly it was as all as the woman had said. The wooden chair was very hard under his buttocks. His arms were secured firmly behind his back, getting a little numb where the rope limited his circulation, and his cock strained against its glass restraint, throbbing miserably, aching to be free to grow to its full length and girth. Jim wiggled around a little. He relaxed his posture slightly, and zap, a hundred volts of alternating current flowed through his body. He convulsed uncontrollably. It took him nearly five minutes to recover from the shock. His heart was racing madly and he was covered in sweat. His white-collared skirt clung unflatteringly to his non-ideal figure; he was a bit pudgy and soft from years of office work, but it left him looking cute and cuddly, like a human teddy bear. Jim, however, was very self-conscious about his weight, and every year made a resolution to diet and exercise, but eventually work stress always got to him and he would drown his sorrows in Hot Pockets and Warhammer. If only he had a beautiful young woman in his life to give him a run around the block a couple times a week, he was convinced he'd manage to loose the weight and keep it off. Unfortunately, he was naturally shy, and terrible at dating. A year ago, his beautiful wife of ten years had left him for a woman, eroding most of his remaining confidence in the opposite sex. He had long since given up going to bars and scouring the internet. He had almost given up jacking off altogether, he was so depressed. But all that was a million miles from his brain at the moment. Jim was sweating as though he had sprinted a mile. There were pools under his armpits and his crotch was drenched with sweat. He was such a messy mixture of lust, shame, nervousness and childish excitement. He couldn't wait to see what would happen next. A beautiful couple walked in from the abyss. They were perfect in every way. They seemed to glow from head to toe. Perfect hair, perfect muscles, perfect skin, perfect breasts, perfect genitals. They made supermodels seem like petty little girls in comparison. She, the woman, the lovely goddess, leaned in close to him so her hard nipples tickled his shirt-covered chest, making him sigh in anticipation. She spread her legs wide apart to torment him, and by god he was tormented. He devoured his agony like a starving man. Oh god, that cunt! It looked so sweet and juicy, so perfect, so divine, he could almost taste it. Its smell was reaching him, wafting in on a perfectly placed wind. The scent was delightful. He would have given anything to wedge his slutty little tongue into that sweet perfect pussy. He moaned like a whore. He thought he would die. The man drew behind them and navigated himself into his woman quickly and skillfully. She cried out with the voice of an opera diva, her tones rich with a mixture of pleasure and surprise. The cry deepened into a earthy moan as the couple continued to fuck on top of Jim. He could feel every thrust, every squirm, every giggle as though he could directly read their pleasure though some kind of antenna. His body felt more alive, more real than it had in years. He felt slender and powerful. The man came and the woman thrust her pussy in Jim's face. He greedily snaked his tongue, devouring the alkaline seed from her. It tasted like igneous rock and sea foam, and left his belly satisfied and hungry for more. He felt a little like a babe at the breast, but was too engaged to blush over the imagery. His cock strained against the device that bound it. It throbbed and whimpered for release. He licked and sucked as though his life depended on it, not even noticing as his body convulsed with the electricity once or twice more. The beautiful man thrust his member at him, and Jim was at ends what to do. He was a red-blooded male and not at all interested in cock. Also, he had a sore spot with homosexuality, because of his ex. He hated to think of her face contorted with climax as another woman vigorously fisted her. He felt his body convulse again and decided, what the heck. He wanted to impress the beautiful woman, and it was a very magnificent penis, it was not at all like sucking any old cock. He stuck his tongue out tentatively, rather nervous what another man's dick would taste and feel like. His heart was pounding very hard with nerves. He felt like a fool. But he licked the cum from the tip of the head. Fortunately it wasn't all that different in texture or taste from the magnificent cunt he had just licked immaculately clean, and its wasn't bad overall. Even Jim's tentative tongue was been enough to get the man ready for his beautiful partner, and they were at each other again in no time. She sat on Jim's lap this time, her legs spread, and her mate navigated himself into her a little more roughly. They rocked back and forth, somehow miraculously missing the pain of electrocution with every thrust. It made Jim dizzy with pleasure and nerves. The couple's pace was becoming more and more feverish. Jim's back muscles were getting very sore from maintaining his posture. Beads of sweat were dripping down his face. The sound of their moans was like a volcano erupting. It split Jim's ears and made his aching head pound beyond all reason. The couple came explosively. Jim felt every second of it. It was so sweet, so overwhelming, like something from another world. --- Jim Drye awoke with a start. His cell phone was ringing. He rolled over and pulled the device from his bedside table, glancing at the name tagged to the call: Mark Haynes. Jim blanched, a dark epiphany overwhelming him. He realized that his boss, Mark, the man on the phone, was the model for the godlike man in his dream. His heart was pounding, but he took a deep breath and accepted the call. "Hey, did you have a late night or something? It's 8:45 and you're supposed to be giving a presentation in fifteen minutes." It was like the inverse of that dream where he was caught in school, unprepared for a final exam, in nothing but his underwear. Jim rushed out of bed and into his clothing. After a moment of indecision he reached for his Marvin the Martian tie rather than his black one, and hung it around his neck. He grabbed his notes, a Weight Watchers bar (to keep his blood sugar from dropping during the meeting), and rushed out to the garage to get his car. He only lived about five miles from work and normally tried to bike twice a week, but now every minute counted. He pulled out of his parking spot, the diet bar hanging from his lips, and hurried over the speed bumps and out of his little, overpriced, run-down building complex. He ran up the four flight of stairs, his legs moving more skillfully and with more power than he was accustomed to. The blood pumping through his muscles reminded him vaguely of the rhythm of his hand on his genitals when he would masturbate in the shower. The old crazy Vietnam vet on the corner he sometimes ate his lunch-time burrito with would have said he had the Devil chasing him, but Jim knew better. He felt really, truly alive for maybe the first time in his life. He was hardly out of breath when he opened the doors to the conference room. He didn't cringe and cower the way he usually did when he apologized for being late. He stood tall with his chest out. His ridiculous lopsided cartoon necktie was somehow transformed into a badge of honor. His voice was loud and proud, rich and sweet and thick as honey. Overall, the presentation went well. He convinced Mark, his high school buddy and supervisor, and Mark's supervisor Dawn, to implement the program he had been working on to improve office productivity, and he even caught his new cute trainee Kristen looking up at him once or twice in wide-eyed admiration. She was wearing that pink button-up shirt he liked so much, the one that was just a little too small so the button over her breasts would come undone at inappropriate moments. If Jim had been a praying man, one of his nightly prayers would be that Kristen should never decide to get rid of that shirt. Mark walked up behind Jim and patted him on the back, hard but affectionately. "Well done buddy, I knew you had it in you. I haven't seen you give a speech like that since high school." Jim smiled, but he didn't say anything. He was all out of cleverness for the day and didn't want anyone to notice. "Hey, you know what?" Mark added as Jim moved towards the small office he shared with Kristen and another young employee. "Nick's wife accidentally dropped her kid last night, so I'm one man short of a poker table. I know you aren't much for cards, but Amber and I would love it if you came. It would be just like old times and Amber makes an awesome dip that goes great with Doritos. You haven't lived until you've tried it." Amber was Mark's ultra-hot young finance. They had been living together for years now, but never quite settled down together. Of course, Amber was a third-year medical student, and not yet sure where her career would take her, so that might have something to do with it. Still, if she had been Jim's woman, he would have married her quick rather than risk having her stolen from under him. "You know what, sure," Jim said. He was standing just inside his office with his hand on the door, eager to shut it and disappear into the world of computers. "I could use a change of pace. What time do you guys normally meet?" "We are supposed to start at eight, but you'd better make it eight thirty, we never start on time," Mark said with a laugh. Jim nodded and waved goodbye, and Mark wandered off to be useful somewhere else. Jim swung the door closed and settled into his chair. He signed complacently, almost as though the air was leaking out of him, and set himself to work. Kristen leaned over his desk to look at the program he was writing, something that normally made him feel crowded and uncomfortable, but today it made him think of the pretty pink bra with the white ribbon she liked to wear under the shirt. "Impressive," Kristen said, putting her hand on his shoulder affectionately. "Some day you're going to have to teach me to be half as good at debugging as you are." "It's mostly experience. When you get to be my age, you learn a trick or two," he said modestly, adding in a sly wink. He was rewarded with a bright smile that warmed him to the core. In fact, he caught himself blushing. Jim looked at his computer clock and noticed that it was almost noon. Hoping that his good luck would hold just a little bit longer he offered to treat his protégé to lunch, but she apologized profusely, explaining that she had already made plans with her mother. Jim found himself wondering what his trainee's mother looked like, if she was nearly as hot as her young daughter, but cut the thought short out of respect for the workplace. Daydreams were sweet, but you couldn't have everything. He ended up eating burritos on the street corner with his buddy the Vietnam vet, who today was only answering to the title "the Vampire Lestat". The day before he was Marie Antoinette, and the day before that, Napoleon. Lestat shrieked like a banshee when he saw Jim, and started ranting to high heaven about the demon in the shape of a beautiful buck-naked lady who had her hands all over him. Jim laughed that off and handed him a beer and a burrito, and for thirty minutes they talked about slightly more normal things. But from time to time, his buddy looked at him a little cross-eyed. Jim patted Lestat on the back as he walked back to his work, and the crazy vet went to his panhandling. They were an awkward pair. Kristen wasn't quite back from her lunch when he clocked back in, but he couldn't bring himself to hold it against her. He buried himself in his work, and time began to fly by pleasantly, just the way he enjoyed. Kristen walked in and sat down quietly at her own computer, without asking any questions, which was rather strange behavior for her. Eventually Jim began to find it distracting. He couldn't focus on his program; his distraction kept nagging at him, begging him to do something. But he didn't know what. He had never been a people person, that's why he liked computers. "How was your lunch?" Jim finally said, keeping his voice as level and unassuming as possible. Kristen didn't reply, but she didn't start crying either, like he was half expecting. Whatever she was going through, she seemed set on going through it alone, and Jim respected that. He gave her a supportive clap on the shoulder and went back to his work, forcing himself past his useless concern for his office mate so he could get some more work done. A little before he was going to clock out, Mark walked into his office, all smiles and waves, and reminded Jim of his promise to go play cards with him and the boys. Jim had nearly forgotten and was not entirely happy to be reminded. He was exhausted from all the stress. Ever since he had woken up from that dream, everything felt new and different and he found he had to get used to his whole life all over again. What he wanted more than anything now was some pepperoni pizza and a little online gaming. He sighed to himself. With the card game at eight, there was hardly any reason to go home beforehand. He would barely have time to log on before he had to leave. So he worked a little longer and then headed downstairs to the company gym for a little more exercise. Jim had some old clothes in a locker down there, and they smelled like stale sweat, but it was better than getting his work clothes dirty, so he changed into them quickly. Jim had been really shy about changing in public, ever since the boys teased him in junior high, but today he simply laughed his fear off. He even pinched his stomach and love handles playfully, as though they were old friends. Then he got himself onto the treadmill and set his mind to burning them off. He enjoyed feeling his heart rate increase and his breathing get deeper and fuller. It reminded him of just how long it has been since he last got laid. It also reminded him of how much fun he had last night, even if it was just a dream. Somehow, as time passed, it felt more and more real to him. With any luck, he'd have another experience like tonight after Mark's get-together. He could almost smell the scent of that beautiful woman, almost feel her breasts bouncing against his chest, the softness of her hair. The image was threatening to devour him. An hour flew by without him really noticing, and he was startled by the number of calories he had burned. He looked down and saw that his penis was rock hard in his sweat pants, though he felt like he had just gotten off. Oh well, it wasn't as though he was going to complain. God damn, if every workout was that good he'd look like Arnold Schwarzenegger! He flexed his muscles, enjoying the fantasy. A young man he didn't know but didn't really care for eyed him suspiciously. Jim, stifled a laugh. It always surprised him how stiff people could be. They really needed to learn to loosen up every once in a while. If only everyone could have his beautiful temptress. It took Jim ten minutes of deep breaths before he could will down his erection, so that he could pull off his pants and shower, and then it popped right up again afterwards, so he had to rub it out in the bathroom after he changed. Damn, that felt good! It might have been the best orgasm of his life, and he had quite a few very good ones in his thirty-five years of life. He wiped his dick off with a wad of paper and flushed it all down the drain. After wavering for a couple of minutes, Jim decided it was good form to eat before coming and pulled through Burger King. He was ravenous, but nothing looked good for him. He ordered anyway and enjoyed his food, even though it tasted cheap and imperfect compared to that orgasm in the bathroom. Jim was a proper fifteen minutes late for the poker night, but he was still the first one there. Mark was in the back room taking a last-minute call from his supervisor, so Amber led him in and set him down on the sofa with a Miller's Light. Mark's friend Geoffrey, from accounting, was in charge of bringing half a dozen six-packs of Budweiser, which Nick and Donald were fond of drinking. Amber had just finished preparing dip and snacks, which she placed on the coffee table in front of the television, before sitting down to entertain her fiancée's guest. Jim congratulated his subconscious on choosing Amber as the model for the perfect woman in his nighttime fantasy. Her arms and legs were long and spender, very feminine, but at the same time very powerful. She had a nobility of purpose about her. The way she moved her arms and legs, the gentle way she brushed a stray hair behind her ear, showed her to be both intelligent and graceful, and very much her own woman. She had stuffed herself into a pair of tight low-riding jeans and a button-up shirt with heels, and was probably wearing a little makeup as well. Jim had been married once, so he knew a little bit about women and cosmetics. Maybe it was a little eyeliner and some mascara, a touch of blush and some lip gloss. She wanted so show herself off for her fiancé's benefit while still looking causal. She looked irresistible. For the second time today, the programmer wondered if Mark really knew what sort of creature he was getting. The two nearly strangers chatted easily for fifteen minutes. Jim asked Amber about school and work; she had just finished her emergency room rotation and had many morbid stories to tell. Jim spoke tentatively about his online gaming adventures and found that she was actually interested. Amber liked video games a lot, but barely had time to play them anymore because of her massive workload. In fact, Jim could tell that the beautiful woman was a little upset at her man for leaving her to play hostess, while she had research articles she should be reading. Although Jim sat on the sofa and Amber in the armchair, the two were placed perpendicularly, so that her arm and his were nearly touching. The small gap between them felt charged with energy, and Jim found himself wondering if Amber could feel it too. He forced himself to take a mental step back. This was his boss's woman he was thinking about, and she was ten years younger than him to boot. He could have baby-sat her when he was in high school! Jim found himself sweating and excused himself to go to the bathroom. When he returned, Mark was sitting in his spot, holding Amber's hand possessively in a way that made the hairs on Jim's arms stand up. He could understand using power moves in the office, but on a woman with that level of independence? It seemed just cruel. Eight of Spades Ch. 01 The scene also brought some interesting pictures into Jim's mind, but he tried not to indulge them too much, and at any rate he didn't have time to dwell on pleasant fantasies. Geoff showed up a moment later a 24-pack on his shoulder. Amber quickly disappeared into the other room to continue her studies, and the men gathered around the card table feeling like old-time gentlemen doing things that were too sinful for their women to overhear. Jim was sad to see Amber go; he was becoming quite attached to her company, and without the one token broad, this poker game was threatening to turn into a sausage fest. He was sitting across from Nick with Geoff on his right and Mark to his left. The host dealt the cards. Jim had two aces and a king. Geoffrey pulled out a cigar and began to smoke it; it didn't smell like tobacco, and it took Jim a couple of minutes to figure out why. It was stuffed with weed. Geoffrey passed the cigar around like a peace pipe, and Jim took his obligatory puff, though he was not fond of smoking, or illegal drugs. Geoffrey clapped him on the back affectionately. "I think I'm going to like you," he said, and Jim couldn't help but smile. "Have you seen Donald's new kid yet?" Nick asked everyone. "I hear he's the spitting image of his old man." "Well, as long as he didn't inherit his luck with cards," Mark said, a cloud of smoke leaving his lips. Everyone laughed, even though it wasn't that funny. Mark threw a couple of cards out and the table followed him, and he dealt out the remainder of their hands. Amber walked through into the kitchen to get herself a sandwich and another beer, and the game came to a sudden halt. Every eye was upon her, and Jim had to admit they had good reason. The young woman had changed out of her party clothes and into something that needed to be hidden under a blue bathrobe, which stopped quite a bit above the knee. For nearly a minute and a half, Jim indulged in imagining what exactly was under the robe, and then Mark snapped his fingers and everyone's eyes returned to their cards, though Jim caught Nick stealing a couple extra glances. Geoff passed the cigar around again, and loosened by lust and his previous indulgences Nick inhaled more deeply. But alas, it was too much. His eyes lolled back in his sockets and he was out like a light. --- "Did you miss me?" came the voice, sweet as honey, and Jim creamed himself on the spot. But Jim wasn't going to let himself be manipulated quite so easily this time. This was the second time she had appeared in front of him, so to speak, and he wanted answers. "Who are you? What do you want of me? Why did you have to tempt me with that dream about Mark and Amber?" The temptress only smiled. Jim felt very foolish, like a ignorant child who spouts rubbish at a wise elder. Her smile deepened and the programmer blushed to his roots. His cock was rock hair in his pants and he felt like he was going to burst at any moment. His body was covered head to toe with sweat and he was actually trembling. He felt breasts press against his back and hands grip at his genitals. He wanted to cry out, but moaned bestially instead. A woman's long blond hair grazed his cheek and his shoulder. I was like he had died and gone to heaven and god had decided to give him his own personal angel. -- "Holy crap! I didn't know you were epileptic!" Geoffrey cried, one hand bracing himself on the table. "That was like something out of the freakin' Exorcist or something! Dude if you would have warned me, I would have never given you the pot." "You've never had a seizure before," Mark said with an odd look in his eye that was difficult to place. "Are you on some sort of medication? Do you need someone to drive you to the emergency room." "No, I'm sure, I'm fine," Jim replied, still catching his breath, but course he was lying. He wasn't sure he was ok at all, in fact he was pretty sure he was loosing his mind. "Just brew me a cup of coffee or something and let me use your bathroom for a bit," Jim added, trying to ameliorate the scene. "Hey Nick, you know how the coffee machine works right?" Mark said, pointing to the pricey-looking machine on the kitchen counter. "Do you mind getting it made while I take Jim into the other room to let Amber have a look at him?" Jim blushed to the roots again at the thought of being examined by such a beautiful young woman. It was like something out of a cheap medical fantasy. He half expected her to have changed into a short white doctor's robe and crotchless fishnets. Would her breasts be in his face when she leaned over with a popsicle stick and told him to open up and say ah? His dick was rock-hard again in his pants, and sensitive enough to make him wonder whether he had already messed his underwear. There was so much going on, it was hard for him to keep his cool. Half of him wished be was at home laying waste to the loathsome Order bitches. Tonight, the entire Alliance had a planned an epic raid on their T4 realms, and there were no words in the English language for what he would command his horned squid to do to any who got in his way. He couldn't help but lean on Mark a little, like a man on his way to the electric chair with the world's most beautiful woman as his executioner. Mark knocked on the bedroom door before opening it a crack. "Hey honey, I have a patient for you. Jim's feeling a little bit off. Will you examine him for me and tell me if we need to drive him to emergency or not?" "You know, this always happens when you let Geoffrey bring those massive pot cigars to your poker games," Amber said. "The geeks at your office just aren't built for the stuff. I don't see why you boys like to tease them so much. For crying out loud, I remember you saying Donald wouldn't come into work for three days because he swore he still felt funny." "I think it may be more serious this time," Mark said, his voice very serious. "Jim here was out for a few seconds." "All right, come in. I'll check his pressure and pulse and watch him for a bit. Why don't you guys do your man gossip stuff in the other room? I'd keep him off of drugs and alcohol for a while, but otherwise I don't think there's going to be a problem." Mark brought his friend inside and lay him down on his king-sized bed with red silk sheets, and Amber, after retrieving her arm cuff and stethoscope, took a seat down next her him. "Go back to your guests," Amber said to her fiancé. "This little guy isn't more than I can handle." Mark smiled at her lovingly for a moment and then went back to the poker table. They were down one player, and Jim half wondered what they would do to entertain themselves in his absence, and then Amber began tightening the arm cuff, a little glimpse of cleavage sneaking out of her bathrobe. Jim found he couldn't really care about the guys anymore. "You know, if I didn't know better, I'd say you went and knocked yourself out on purpose, for a little attention," Amber teased. "I know, we were having a nice time together earlier, but that doesn't mean you have to go and make a show on my account. You could have come in anytime and we'd talk about my papers, or that online game that consumes you so entirely." "I'm really sorry to worry everyone," Jim said, and it was true. Even after all of Amber's kind words, he was still rather worried about his state of mind. That daydream a moment ago might have been because of the pot, but that didn't explain that orgasm in the bathroom or that crazy dream last night. Now that he got the idea that he might be losing his sanity, he couldn't help but cling to it. It was hard now to remember the good parts, how alive he had been, and how well his life had been going since this morning; he was too worried about going loony. "Hey, I need you to focus," Amber was saying. "I know I said you were just stoned, but it frightens me when you drift away like that. I can't have you losing it on my watch." "His coffee is done," Mark said, opening the door with one hand. He had a mug of coffee, some creamer and a couple of Splenda packets. "You take yours a little wet with the fake stuff, right?" "Sit up slowly to drink it," Amber said in her most maternal voice. Jim didn't know how all her patients kept from getting raging hard-ons. "Make sure to take little sips." She rubbed his back as if he was a child while he did what she told him. Mark stood and watched the scene with a serene smile on his face. He felt just fine drooling over his beautiful fiancé without feeling like he was imposing. Jim slowly drank down his hot refreshing drink, feeling all warm and comfortable. "Geoff and Nick were feeling out of place, so I let them go to Mike's Pub on the corner for a couple of rounds," Mark said "So feel free to take your time recovering. In fact, I suggest you cancel any morning plans for tomorrow and stay the night." "Do you mind watching him while he cleans himself off a bit?" Amber asked, putting away her tools. I wouldn't want him to black out again and hit his head." "Of course, if you think that's necessary," Mark said, in his most detached professional voice. Jim could tell that watching another man shower wasn't high on his boss's to-do list. Hell, he wasn't too keen on it himself. If it had been Amber though, hot damn, he would have jumped on that in a hot New York minute. Instead he found himself thinking reluctantly about the man in his dream and wincing inwardly. He would have been completely ashamed of himself if it hadn't just been a dream. Imagine going gay with your boss, sick! Mark looked away politely as Jim stripped, got into the shower and made it a point to be seen being completely distracted by the Newsweek magazine he was reading. Jim was horribly embarrassed and not aroused at all. It was like being plugged into a cold pool after his balls had been alive with desire. Amber stuck her head into the bathroom to make sure they were doing alright, and immediately Jim was ready for action again. He cursed himself under his breath. Damn, he wanted that woman! Why the hell did she have to be engaged to his high school buddy? Amber closed the door, and Jim went limp again. The power she had over his cock was incredible. Had there been Olympic medals for speed showers, Jim would have set a new world record. He was out of that bathtub and back into his clothing so fast that Barry Allen would be proud. "Back so soon?" Amber asked. She had taken off the baby blue bathrobe and was wearing a mouthwatering pink and black-laced lingerie ensemble and didn't bother to cover herself when Jim appeared unexpectedly. She sat down on the edge of the bed as though she was going to have a conversation with him. Jim, was completely red in the face, and hard in the crotch. "I think we all need another drink," Mark said, appearing more slowly and with much more grace from the little restroom they had been sharing. Jim half-noticed his friend tug at his belt subtly, the way he did when he got aroused over Penthouse photos twenty years ago. "Now that the boys are gone, there's no more reason to behave like proletarians. I suggest we get out the champagne and drink like gentlemen." "I don't really think that's necessary," Jim began, but Amber cut him off. "Oh what a wonderful idea. Champagne, and a French film perhaps. I haven't been able to treat myself for ages! Having my, er, rotation right after surgery just about killed me!" Jim thought for half a second that Amber was talking about having gotten her appendix removed or something, and then it clicked and he realized that by surgery she meant assisting a doctor in the operating room. He knew Amber was feeling overworked and wanted to relax, and he felt bad suggesting he go home and get some good sleep in his own bed. "Oh, but we can't feed Jim champagne, the poor thing." Amber added. "It might make him black out again, and I don't want to be responsible for that. We have a lovely Italian soda I'm sure he would enjoy." "Oh, you don't have to include me in your plans," Jim began, feeling very self-conscious. His Thundercats bedspread with his special contoured molding pillow was calling him as loudly as a sea siren. "Nonsense" Mark said. It's been too long since we have had fun together. I've let us drift apart too much over the years. Well it's time to change all that. You're finally growing into yourself, Jim, I could tell you were a new man the moment you answered the phone this morning. You have what it takes to make it in a world like this one, and I want to be the one who makes that all happen for you." Amber tossed her legs. Jim didn't think he could get any harder, but apparently he could. That little bit of black material covering her privates made a siren's call seem like a whimper. How could Mark stand him drooling over his woman like that? Wouldn't it be best for him to go? "Come on," Amber said, hopping off the bed and grabbing Jim's hand to guide him into the other room. "Mark, I recall it's your turn to pick the movie. I don't care at all as long as it's French." "I promise you won't be disappointed," said Mark with a smile, following them out of the room. He went off into the kitchen to fetch the drinks, pretending not to notice how Amber was touching his house guest. She was sitting down nearly on top of him on the sofa, her bare legs touching his work slacks. Jim felt very naked under the touch of her beautiful silky body. He was enchanted by her lovely breasts so accented under the lingerie top; he wanted to touch and stroke and kiss them, but he was too shy to let himself indulge. Amber enjoyed his shyness. It was endearing to her. A secret part of the reason she wanted to be a doctor was because she wanted a job with power that allowed her to mother people. Amber took Jim's hands and drew them to her body, laying his fingers slightly under her clothing to tease him with a hint of her curves. Jim moaned deeply. He wanted to be quiet because Mark was in the other room, and he was very self conscious. Amber took her hands from his, leaving him alone with her cleavage, and he was still too shy to either remove her hand or to openly play with her body. It had been over a year since a woman had let him fondle her, and he found he had almost forgotten what to do. Amber's hand slowly touched his hip as though she was shy as well, shy, but determined to have her way with him despite that. Her hand inched closer and closer to the aching bulge in his dress pants. His cock cried out with every inch as her fingers gained on it. It took every ounce of Jim's will not to blow his loud in his underwear. It had been so long for him. Mark came in from the kitchen and Amber's hand stopped moving and rested innocently on Jim's lap instead. She reached for her champagne with her other hand and began to drink, somehow making the action seem both very classy and intensely erotic. Mark sat down on the arm chair and put his legs up. He looked very much at home. He pressed a couple of buttons on his remote and a movie started. It was French all right. A kinky French porno involving a lot of group sex. Oh jeez. Jim began to wonder if that wasn't exactly what they were after. Jim took a deep breath and let his fingers begin to move inside Amber's top. He tried hard not to look Mark in the eyes. The polite fellow in him needed permission to proceed, yet he felt like it would be somehow uncool to ask for it. Amber moaned loudly and Jim was forced to take that as permission. In the back of his mind he still almost expected Mark to come to his senses and throw him out of the house. Would he still have a job come Monday morning? Was it worth the risk? Amber's hand began to move on his lap again. Oh yes, it was worth it. His fingertips found Amber's nipples. They were small and lovely and very, very erect. Jim couldn't help but gasp. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Mark begin to rub his cock through his pants. He looked at the women on the television screen. Oh yes, the action had picked up. That was probably what had gotten Mark so excited. Jim thought one girl had slid her whole fist up another one's ass and another up her pussy, but the screen couldn't hold his attention. Amber's hand was dipping into his pants, her fingertips grazing the tip of his erect penis. Her touch was light and sweet, and filled his hungry body with guilty pleasure. He was far more aroused than he had ever been. "Good boy," Amber whispered into Jim's ear as she continued to handle him. The way she said it made every fiber of his body whimper like a puppy. He wanted her so badly. He could feel his cock pushing against her gentle fingers, begging for more affection. He wanted to push her onto the sofa and make love to her on the spot. It would be the best sex of his life, if not the longest time he ever held out. But he didn't want to push it. Things were going so well. Her touch was so intoxicating. He felt like he could melt into it. He couldn't let it stop, not even to escalate the action. At some point, while Jim was thus distracted, Mark had freed his cock from the confines of his pants and was now stroking it in time with the picture on the scene. Jim tried not to think about it, but Amber was very much aware that Mark was stealing glances at the action inches away from him, much as the men had stolen glances at her legs around the poker table. It made her wet to think about it. She enjoyed playing the slut for her man, enjoyed letting him watch but not touch from time to time. It put a little dash of extra-kinky spice into their playtime that both of them relished. Her body was all tingly and sensitive from the pleasure of being naughty. With a spark of daring, Jim pulled down her bodice so Amber's breasts toppled out. Her nipples looked sweet and ripe like cherries. Jim could hardly help put lick them. "Oh, dear, I forgot your soda. What a bad hostess I am," Amber said, getting off the sofa and walking into the kitchen. Both Jim and Mark noticed that she didn't bother to fix her top and that her lovely bottom had a more of a happy wiggle to it than usual. They both had aroused, naughty smiles on their faces as they continued to stare after the beautiful young woman. The time alone did little to cool Jim off, and Amber was back in a moment with a bottle of Italian soda and a martini glass to pour it into. She spread her legs wide apart as she held the cup and the bottle, flashing her soaked crotch to her fiancé. Her lips were swollen and the material of her panties was digging into her, giving her a serious case of cameltoe. Her medical training made her a surprisingly good bartender. She splashed the drink into the cup with the grace of a professional dancer, recapped the bottle and set it on the floor. She put the glass up to Jim's lips and tipped half its contents into his mouth. Mark thought it looked a bit like a couple feeding each other on their wedding night. It went down smoothly. If Jim hadn't known better, he would have sworn it was ecstasy in liquid form. Amber giggled playfully and poured the other half over her breasts and ordered Jim to lick her clean. He gladly obliged, his mouth and tongue finding the all the most delicious places to caress and clean. He traveled over her breasts and her cherry nipples. He tenderly licked the beautiful muscles of her godly chest. Every inch of her graceful upper body was sweet intoxication. Mark had dropped every pretext of watching the porno and was pumping his cock openly with great powerful motions. Jim could tell that he was keeping himself at the edge of climax. The thought of his pleasure being shared by not one person but two was strange but appealing for him. Amber spread her legs apart again. "Mark, I think you deserve first taste don't you?" she said playfully. He was on her lickety split. Mark's face disappeared into the folds of her hungry pussy. She clutched her breasts and began to moan heartily. Jim was enthralled. He had never seen two people pleasuring each other, not in real life. Of course there was the dream and the odd porno, but it was completely different to be there in the flesh. Eight of Spades Ch. 01 The lust clung to the air, he could feel it capturing him as well. The room smelled like hard cock and wet pussy. Mark seemed to have become glued to his fiancé as they rocked together. Amber bucked like an unbroken stallion. Jim's hand's found his cock and he began pumping. "Oh, Jim, please wouldn't you come suck my breasts for me?" Amber moaned, holding one out to him. He did what he was told and put her nipple in his mouth and sucked greedily. He kneaded the flesh of the other breast and Amber's tight little belly while he sucked, and he felt stronger knowing that some of her moaning was for him and not just Mark. He felt like he was part of something bigger than himself. He felt close to God, and perhaps more importantly, he felt close to his beautiful buxom temptress who had tormented him in his sleep. "I won't wait any longer!" Mark moaned savagely, his face glistening with Amber's juices. "I want to have you now!" He turned Amber around so her hands were on the backrest and her backside was pointing at cock level. He spread her lovely lips apart with one hand and navigated himself roughly with the other. Mark slammed his cock inside of her, and the sound of her moaning was like music to Jim's ears. He rubbed his hands unselfconsciously along the soft flesh of her stomach, breasts and back, listening to it joyfully. It was rich with pleasure and anticipation. Her voice was deep and earthy yet sweet like honey. Mark's cock moved in and out of her with a quickening pace. It was intoxicating to watch. They were graceful together. They were powerful together. Jim found himself enchanted by the squishing sound Amber's cunt made with every thrust. His sex-addled brain thought of erupting volcanoes and the crashing of waves on the beach. It wasn't long until Mark came. He pushed deeper inside of her. His penis twitched and filled his fiancé's cunt with three good squirts of hot alkaline semen. Amber clawed the sofa and tossed her hair, and otherwise put on a very pleasant show. Jim's hand fell from his dick as he was caught up in watching the cleanly fucked Amber. She was covered in sweat from head to toe. Her hair was drenched in it, and she was panting hard to catch her breath. Jim had never seen anything more beautiful. Amber saw him looking and smiled playfully. She repositioned herself on the sofa, her legs far apart, her crotch pointing at him. Jim could see every beautiful fold, and her tempting nub and hole. She was still leaking cum out of her. It dribbled down slowly, forming a little puddle on the couch cushion. "It's your turn," Amber said, looking Jim square in the eye and meaning business. Jim didn't hesitate for a moment; he was more than eager to oblige. He snaked his tongue into her waiting hole and spooned up the bitter seed. Her pussy was so sweet it almost overpowered the taste of the semen. Jim had never considered himself talented at pleasuring women, but Amber had come to him horny and pre-fluffed, and he quickly found how to lick and nibble and suck to get her to squirm. He also knew how quickly to pleasure her, to leave her tittering on the edge of climax, and how to make her topple over it. Mark joined in sucking, biting and fondling his finance's lovely breasts, and together they pleasured her like no single man could. Jim lost count over how many times she orgasmed, but he was certain it was more than thirty. He felt powerful having so much control over another person's pleasure. He felt so alive, so real, so in the moment, it was incredible. Finally Amber pushed him away so she could catch her breath. Jim's penis was rock hard again, though it had been maybe fifteen minutes since he had thought to touch it. He wiped the fluids off his face with the back of his hand, feeling quite content. "Well," Amber said, purposefully turning her back on Jim to talk to her fiancé. "It's Jim's turn to get off. How shall we go about doing this?" "I think I want him to fuck you a little bit and then pull out and let you suck him off," Mark said as though he was trying to decide what type of font to use on a company overhead. "Well, you heard the man," Amber said with gentle teasing in her voice. "I think you'd better mount me." Jim's jaw literally dropped. Was he on his deathbed and the Make a Wish Foundation had somehow heard his dying wish? It was almost too much to believe, that he would have the chance to really truly make love to this beautiful woman; he almost cried with joy. Amber leaned over the way she had for her fiancé, and Jim took his dick in his hand and prepared himself mentally for the insertion. He knew that he was pretty aroused and probably would not last long enough to really satisfy Amber, especially since he was supposed to pull out and let her blow him for a bit. He took a deep breath and pushed into her. Amber was incredibly wet. Her pussy was soft and tight, and he felt calm and relaxed inside of her. It took him a moment before he could bring himself to thrust. But when he did, he started out slowly and gently and then began to pick up the pace, trying to adjust according to Amber's moans and the rhythm of her hips. He focused hard on all the little details, which helped him not to lose himself too quickly or too deeply in the pleasure of the penetration. He sighed contentedly. It felt so good to have her wrapped around him, her muscles pushing against the head of his penis, feeling her wetness and her arousal as her moved inside of her. Only heaven could be so sweet. Jim could feel a pressure bellow his belly and in his balls that meant he was approaching his climax. He eased off, and taking another deep breath, let it pass. As sure as he was about the talents of Amber's mouth, he didn't quite want to be done with her pussy yet. After a moment, he felt relaxed enough to risk thrusting again. His whole body was tingling. It was hard to remember that he was more than just his cock, more than just the pleasure of the moment. The whole world's fate seemed to depend on his ability to keep stubbornly thrusting in and out of Amber's wet hole. Suddenly he knew this was it. If he didn't stop, he would blow his whole load rudely into his partner and leave her with nothing but a limp dick to suck. He pulled out quickly and Amber turned to gobble his juice-soaked member. Jim was surprised how hungrily she engulfed him and how deep down her throat he could thrust without causing her to gag. He was only able to hold out for a few thrusts before he came. His cock squirted two hot jets of semen down Ambers throat before going limp and useless. Jim was as tired as if he had just run ten miles, but his eyes were shining and he felt rejuvenated. Mark led him into the guest room. The bed was made with clean sheets, and there was even an oversized night shirt for him to wear. Jim changed quickly and lay his head down on the pillow, waiting for sleep to take him. He wondered idly what was left to dream about.