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Five Sentence Fiction- Marriage

Standing at the altar stood the groom. 
Just the groom, no overly scented flowers or outrageously expensive wedding party. Guests, what few were allowed, sat in the back of the church. Down the aisle walked, with all the grace and beauty expected, the bride. They joined hands, made vows, and began their journey, their walk, their marriage- just the bride and the groom together. 




This was not an erotic piece at all. I didn't feel it with this prompt.  Instead, I tried to make a statement. I actually attempted to put some meaning into my work. A woman at work recently left her husband. There were a lot of problems in their marriage and most of it stemmed from his family constantly being involved in their life. If she did something wrong, she heard it from her husband, her mother in law, and her father in law. Her family doesn't live here so she was alone among all of these jerks (You'll have to trust me...they are jerks).  They never had a marriage that was just this. It was as if she married his parents and his brother and all the baggage that came with all of them. I am a firm believer in family. Nothing is more important to me than my family. I may get extremely irritated with my little brother and want to shake him until his teeth fall out of his head, but if he needed me I'd be there in a heartbeat.  But there are boundaries... anyway... there's my entry for the week. Now check out some really good ones!

FFF- Red Hood

Key Words: “what a … you have” Forbidden Words: riding, innocenceWord Limit: 382 wordsBonus Words: make her the corrupter (+75 words)Extra Credit: tell about a time you corrupted someone innocent. Image from The Daily Babe
Her tits!  No, that’s not the right word. Breasts. She had breasts beautiful, bountiful, sensual, and delicious breasts.  I wanted to bury my face into them. The urge to hold them was overwhelming. To feel my fingers cupping the perfect weight of them, to run my tongue over the pert nipples of each. Oh! the agony of being made to sit in that chair!

She stood at the entrance of the room, the hood of her sweater laid lazily across her head, shadowing her gaze.  The short, pleated skirt she wore covered only enough to frustrate me even further.  The white knee high socks, coupled with her shiny black mary-janes nearly undid me.

“Do not get up.” She warned as the thought of bounding across the room and throwing my face into her bosom popped into my head. I sat on my hands, hoping to contain their urges.

As if reading my intentions and wanting to increase my torture, her hands slowly slid from her belly up to her breasts. Her fingers trailed along her smooth skin, making me ache.  She cupped them in her hands and moved them gently up and down, as though she were weighing them. As I had wanted to do only a moment before.

Her forefinger and her thumb slid in front and pinched her nipples. She fondled them, twisting them in front of me. A whimper escaped me. How could it not, the torture was so definite. The confinement so uncomfortable.

Removing her palms, she held her breasts out by her nipples. She licked her lower lip and pulled harder, raising them higher for me. My breath came quickly, my heartbeat drummed in my ears.  With a wink, she opened her fingers and let her breasts fall, bouncing back to their original position.  

With controlled steps,she moved to where I sat.  She nudged my legs apart with her knee and stood between them.  The sweater was shed, and her wonderful breasts were bobbing a breath away from my lips. I dared not move.

“Do you want to suckle?” She moved closer, brushing her nipple against my dry lips. I groaned as the irritation of my chastity increased. My tongue reached out, searching for the warm skin.
A harsh vibration began between my legs,. The vibrator sewn into my panties began to torture my clit and she pulled away from my tongue.  “You still didn’t ask politely, little one.  What a big discipline problem you have!”  

Kinky Kollege

This past weekend I was lucky enough to attend Kinky Kollege in Chicago. This was my second year attending, and it was pretty damn perfect.  My husband and I don't get into the city very often to play at the SINS in Chicago. This was my second year attending, and it was pretty damn perfect.  My husband and I don't get into the city very often to play at the SINS center, so we look forward to these events each year. If you haven't been, you should go!

Anyway...There was one scene in the dungeon that I watched.  We had been heading to the spanking benches, but I noticed a woman tied down on the lacing table and her partner was doing some really awesomely wicked things to her. I stopped to watch for a minutAnyway...There was one scene in the dungeon that I watched.  We had been heading to the spanking benches, but I noticed a woman tied down on the lacing table and her partner was doing some really awesomely wicked things to her. I stopped to watch for a minute.

Lacing table

The scene involved a lot of sensory play and was extremely hot! He toyed with her, enjoyed her body and gave her all the pleasure sh sought out.  The kisses between them were intimate and romantic, hot and alluring.  His fingers wrapped around her throat while delivering such an intense kiss and was a testimony to her trust and his power.  The breath play followed and achieved another level of intimacy I did not think possible.  The dungeon was full, my Husband behind me waiting patiently for me to get my fill of their play and I forgot all of them.  This couple was my only visual and thought. I wanted to be her. To feel such power over me, such intense attraction. 

His fingers wrapped, curled around her slender throat.  Her eyes flashed for a second of surprise then softened as his fingers deepened his hold.  He bent over her warm lips possessed her mouth with an intensity that echoed through the dungeon.  It was as if his hand was touching me and not her. I was in her place feeling his power in his kiss.  he pulled away, murmuring something into her ear.  His breath must have been hot against her ear.  


wartenberg wheelMy words can't do justice to the heat I saw that evening. The alluring scratches of the wartenberg wheel, the harsh thudding of the rabbit flogger on her breasts, The sensual licks he gave her pussy between the harshness.  I was lost in the scene. 

The bench we had been waiting for became available...and then we lost it because I was so lost in the moment and my Husband was good enough to let me finish it.   Not to worry...another bench was available soon after. 

OH! And!

I've mentioned Erotic Awakenings podcast before hosted by Dan and Dawn.  I was lucky enough to meet up with them at the event and give an interview about my newest release!  I was terrified, nervous and thought for sure I was going to throw up on Dan's shoes, but it all went rather well I think and as soon as I know when it will be aired I'll let you all know! 

Wicked Wednesday Prompt #124

If Connor didn’t move his elbow out of her side, Terry was going to kick him in the nuts. After she shoved him off of her. He had been heaving over her for several minutes already and all that she could think about was how much that damn elbow hurt..  Couldn’t he figure out where to put his hands?  He wasn't a virgin, that much she knew from rumors among their co-workers.  But he seemed to lack experience, too.

His right hand floundered over her breast as though he wanted something, needed something but changed his mind and put it back beside her head. She lifted her hips, trying to force her clit to make contact with him,something to relight the fire that had gone out since he thrust his dick in her. She didn’t try to make eye contact. It was hopeless. Another man who knew nothing about the pleasures of a female body.  

Just as she was about to give up and throw out a few grunting sounds before groaning her faux orgasm, Connor let loose a frustrated growl and rolled off of her. “I can’t do this!” He dug both his hands into his hair. She laid in momentary shock. He couldn’t do what? Fuck her, well she had already figured that out. “I’m sorry, Terry.” He rolled to his side, draping his arm around her midsection and looked into her eyes.

A melted pool of arousal looked down at her. A small strand of his chestnut hair fell playfully on his forehead.  His brow wrinkled in frustration and concern. “I don’t want to fuck you like this.” She opened her mouth to say something, but he shook his head to stop her. “No. I want to fuck you in a lot of ways, but this missionary bullshit is not one of them.”

“A lot of ways?” She heard her voice ask in a meek tone she barely recognized as hers. His stare was not that of a man with little bedroom experience.  This was not the Connor she met for sandwiches in the deli at work. This Connor looked stern, forceful.  Suddenly her clit began to come alive again, the fire started to rekindle.

“Yes. I want you bent over the bed, ass in the air for me.” He gave her a little shove to get her moving.  Sliding from the bed she gave him another quick glance, wondering where he had been all night. This Connor touched her deeper than any finger could.  

She bent over her bed and grabbed the sheets in her fists. His look of approval was as physical as any touch could be.  Making his way around the bed he said, “Such an obedient little slut.”  The tone he said the words suggested that he wasn’t being insulting, but rather turned on by her actions. Fingers dug into her flesh, pulling her ass cheeks apart.  “Look at me.” He commanded and she quickly turned her head to look over her shoulder. A dimple appeared on his cheek when he grinned at her. “So fucking hot. Keep your eyes on me.” Before she could react, he thrust into her. She let out a small chirp of surprise and then sighed deeply.

He pushed her on her back until her ass was perched higher.  His cock filled her with the new angle. She kept her eyes on him as he dug his fingers into her ass and pounded into her. Her clit brushed against the edge of the bed, and she closed her eyes to enjoy the sensation. A sharp slap to her ass made her open her eyes again.  “Do you want to come?” He asked in a heavy voice.

“God yes!” She nodded and he grinned wider, showing a straight line of white teeth.  His hand snaked beneath her, and he found her swollen clit. She cried out at the surge of pleasure that overtook her. “Fuck, Connor!” her hips began to thrust back, meeting each of his thrusts. Her clit rolled beneath his fingers. The pressure built so high she wondered if it was possible for a woman to literally explode with an orgasm. Another pinch to her ass brought her attention back to him.

“When we are done here, I want to fuck you against that wall.  Over the arm of the couch in the livingroom.  Against the bookcase in your office. I want your lips on my cock as I watch TV. “ His words worked as third and fourth hands, caressing her very core. Who knew she could be such a whore.  “Come for me.” He pinched her again and pressed more firmly on her clit.

The explosion felt as though a million firecrackers went off inside of her.  Forceful waves of ecstasy pulled her in every direction. Her breath caught in her throat. She couldn’t make a sound.  Somewhere in the middle of her journey he thrust hard into her, finding his own release. They rode the waves together, finally slowing down as their bodies relaxed into each other.

Heavy breaths filled the room. They made no move to untangle their bodies. His hands caressed her backside, rubbing away any sting his pinches may have left behind. She rested her head on the mattress, smiling into the sheets.  Slowly, he pulled away from her and went to the bathroom to remove the condom.

She was sitting on her bed, blanket covering her breasts, when he returned. He sat on the bed beside her and wiped a strand of hair from her eyes. “You okay?” Back was the soft voice. The tender touch. The concerned eyes.

“I’ve never acted...I mean….that was really slutty…” She felt the blush overtake her cheeks.

“You’ve always been a slut, you’ve just never tapped into it before.” He gave a reassuring smile. “Don’t worry, you’ll be more comfortable with it soon enough.”  

“Comfortable with being a whorish slut?” She asked, her eyes wide in surprise. He leaned over and kissed the tip of her nose. A comforting act.

“No. You’ll be comfortable with being my whorish slut.”

Five Sentence Fiction- Horizon

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The sun peered out over the horizon, giving the beach a golden hue. His hands entwined with hers as they watched the last of their evening sink behind the ocean curtain.  Her head rested on his shoulder, tears silently sliding down her cheek. Fading light meant more than another day ended;  it brought to a close their relationship, their love. He would be flying home to his wife the following morning.

FFF... We didn't start the fire!

On October 10th, Finland celebrates their Literature Day, so the prompt this week comes from the land of Lordi … Key Words: ShoesBanned Words: SocksWord Limit: 238 wordsBonus Words: Get +10 words for each adjective used that means “hot” but isn’t “hot” (no   repeats!)


Orange flames danced over the couple moving about on their blanket.  The coolness of the desert night lost to them as their bodies mingled together.

His hardness slammed into her as she arched up to meet each thrust. There was no dominant role to be filled this evening; they both demanded passion from the other.  Sweat glistened on their bodies. Moans echoed throughout the emptiness around them. Her fingers pulled at her nipples.  Slender ankles wrapped around his ass, pulling him deeper with a grunt of pleasure.  

As though the movements had been choreographed, he slipped from her and sat back on his feet. His erection pointed directly at her, his chest heaving, gasping for air. “Turn around.” He grinned.  She complied, moving to her hands and knees, pushing her ass into the air, searching out his cock.  Large hands grasped her apple bottom. He thrust hard into her molten passage. She lurched forward from the movement and placed her head on her hands as he continued to plunge into her depths.

“Now, Ted, now!” She met his thrusts, as her fingers disappeared beneath her.  He needed no further request and plowed her until they both called out their release.  

Once sated, they laid holding each other, ignoring the desert sand sticking to their bodies.

“Marry me.” He stated. No question. A command.  “When we get back to Vegas.” He looked into her eyes. She smiled and nodded.  

He leapt from the blanket. Forgetting his nakedness, he jumped over the fire, kicking up his shoes.  She laughed at his animalistic behavior.  
He stalked her like prey and jumped back onto the blanket now being the wolf ready to devour her.

Flash Fiction- Heaven Sent

“God, help us now!” Ian gave a booming laugh from the corner of the room.  Stephania walked in wearing nothing but her black lace undergarments and a habit.  He wouldn’t deny she looked fucking hot, but it wasn't exactly the time for role playing.  “Steph, we gotta wrap this up.” He walked over to the china cabinet where several generations of knick knacks had taken residence.  

“Ian, don’t be such a stiff.” Gabriella scoffed.  Another blonde beauty walked out from the bedroom dressed in the same manner.

“Well, a little stiff would be good.” Stephania’s gaze settled on his crotch. His dick reacted to her stare, hardening and straining against his jeans.  

“Or a lot stiff.” Gabriella giggled and made her way across the room to him. He made no movement as Gabriella placed her hand over the bulge in his jeans. “Yes. A lot stiff.” She kept her eyes on his as she glided down to her knees.

“Wait. Not yet.” Stephania disappeared into the bedroom.  Ian ignored the background noise as Gabriella’s well-experienced hands rubbed his thickness through his jeans. “Okay. here.” Her breasts bounced wonderfully as she ran to him.  Gabriella managed to unbutton his jeans and was working the zipper as Stephania placed a white collar around his neck.  Gabriella pulled him free of his boxers and her lips nuzzled his head.  He leaned against the china cabinet to keep from falling over from the sensual torture.

“Oh fuck!” Ian wrapped her hair around his hand and began to move his hips in rhythm to her mouth. Her tongue danced on his tip as he drove into her again.

“Share!” Stephania took to her knees beside her friend.  Gabriella pulled his dick from her mouth and held it at the base for Stephania.

Ian straightened from the cabinet and placed a hand on Stephanie's head, keeping Gabriella’s hair in his fist. Gabriella repositioned herself and before he could react, her tongue was lapping at his balls. “Dear GOD!” he cried out at the pleasure rippling through him.

“He’s close!” Gabriella warned.  In unison, the girls stroked his cock. Stephania pulled him from her mouth with a popping sound.  The blonde’s knelt before him, heads pressed together and their delicious mouths wide open to receive him.  

Another grunt of satisfaction and he found his release.  He watched his come land on their outreached tongues and chins. “Dear God!” He said again taking in a deep breath.

The girls pulled away and used the habits to clean their faces. “So, what about them?” Gabriella asked seriously, jerking her thumb toward the bedroom of the apartment.

Ian eyed the room. “I’ll finish in here. Looks like just some antique shit. You girls get the jewelry box from the bedroom.”  
Stephania nodded and headed toward the hall.  “The preacher. He’s kinda cute.” Stephania looked toward the bedroom where the three hostages were tied up.  “Mind?”

“Okay. Go ahead.” Ian laughed with a shake of his head. “But give the clothes back to his little women in there.” He pointed to them.
“Yes, sir!” The girls gave a mock salute and turned smiling toward the bedroom and disappeared down the hall.


Key Words: God, help
Banned Words: Nun, Sister, Vicar, Priest
Word Limit: 369 words
Bonus Words: Get another 71 words if  there is a fourth player- Technically I mentioned three others...so I'm taking the liberty of giving myself a lot of extra words.  I used to be such an obedient FFF player.... 

Hidden Hearts!

 Hidden HeartWindy City Book Oneby Measha StonePublication Date: September 26, 2014 SynopsisWINDY CITY SERIES, BOOK 1Jessica Stanley is comfortable in her orderly life as a paralegal at a high end law firm. Having dated her fair share of liars and manipulators, Jessica views men through a pair of thick, cynical lenses. Men are good for one thing in her eyes, and one thing only. Her predictable life is thrown into a whirlwind of new experiences when she meets a dominating man at a casual dinner with friends. Royce Bradford is a man of intent and is used to getting his way. Until he meets Jessica. She is wound tight, and he finds himself yearning to unravel her secrets and her passions. Jessica declares their relationship casual. She’s tempted by his seductive tone and unusually powerful demeanor to give him that much. But for Royce, it’s not enough. He wants more. Except Jessica has built a secret tomb around her heart, and it will take a lot more than sensual play times and verbal commands for him to be allowed entrance. Royce never backs down from his desires. He takes up the challenge to seek out her Hidden Heart. Purchase Links Excerpt“I want to show yoJessica stood staring at the stool for a moment, worried about what was about to happen. Other than a playful swat to her backside here and there, they hadn’t done anything out of the ordinary, at least physically, on their dates. Reminding herself that she had begun this journey of exploration and she would see it through, she began to remove her clothing. When Royce returned, she stood behind the stool, her arms crossed over her chest. In an attempt to keep her modesty, she clenched her legs together. He shook his head as he brought a small cloth bag to the coffee table. “Let me see you.” He stood over her. Although she was at least a head shorter than him, until he stood over her naked body, she didn’t feel petite. She looked away, toward the hallway he had just emerged from and dropped her arms to her sides and stood with her legs straight. “Sit on the stool.” He was giving short commands, but his voice held a softness that comforted her. Jessica slid onto the stool, keeping her hands folded in her lap and her feet on the lower bar of the stool. She watched him open the cloth bag and pour colored clothespins onto the table. She chewed the inside of her lip while watching him sort them into colored groups—green, blue, red, and white. “Doing laundry?” she attempted a joke. He grinned up at her from over his shoulder and continued with his work. Finally finished, he stood up and pulled a thick, black strip of fabric from the back pocket of his jeans. “No laundry, but remind me later to tell you about what a friend did with his submissive and some clothespins when she kept forgetting to do the laundry.” He played with the fabric in his hand, and she shifted in her seat. “We are going to play a memory game. I’m going to place these clothespins on your breasts. When I do so, I will tell you what color I’m placing. Your job is to remember what color is where. Then I’ll ask you to tell me what color a particular pin is. If you remember right, pleasure will be yours. If you get it wrong, the pin will be removed unpleasantly.” Her face paled as he explained the game. “It will hurt,” she stated the obvious.“Yes, but only a little. My intention isn’t to injure you. It’s to play.” He ran the back of his hand down the length of her nose. She found the action oddly comforting. “You’ll see. The good and bad mix together, until you aren’t really sure where one stops and the other begins and then it all just feels good.” His smile was reassuring. “Okay.” She nodded and closed her eyes. He tied the fabric tightly behind her head. Her breathing became deep and controlled. “This one is blue.” He placed a soft kiss to the inside of her right breast and pinched the skin before placing the clothespin….  Meet The Author Measha Stone lives in the western suburbs of Chicago with her husband and their children.  By day she works as a healthcare administrator, and by evening she steams up the computer screen with her erotic romances. No stranger to the BDSM community, Measha feels right at home within the erotic genre. She is a member of Romance Writers of America, and graduated Summa Cum Laude with a degree in Creative Writing from Southern New Hampshire University. Her vanilla writing has been published in the online magazine efiction and the DuPage Writers Group annual journal Possibilities.   To find out more about Measha Stone visit her blog at www.meashaswritings.blogspot.com or follow her @Measha_stone 

Surrender Blitz!

Title: Surrender Author: Jennifer Burrows Genre: Romantic thrillers/SuspenseADD TO GOODREADS:https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/22445052-surrender?from_search=true
Katherine Anderson was living a dream life. She came from an influential family, had a successful career as a food critic, and was about to marry the man of her dreams. Her life suddenly takes a change for the worse when she finds her fiancé in the arms of another woman. Her dream wedding now cancelled, she tries to find herself in Italy, on a trip she was supposed to be taking as the just married Mrs. Michael Gibbons.
Massimo "Tony" Bertalucci has had his life destroyed by a cartel known to be trafficking black market olive oil out of Italy and around the world. While the cartel thought the entire Bertalucci family was dead and buried, Tony remains very much alive and determined to find a way to get his life back.
When Tony and Katherine’s worlds collide, she is Tony’s only hope of escaping Italy alive. What Katherine doesn’t realize is that this charming, unassuming Italian man is using her to save his own life. Will she be able to get back to the states safely, or will she be subjected to the same fate as Tony's family? Will Tony find a way to stop running? Or will he have to surrender his life to the cartel?
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I was born and raised in Southern California.  I received my Master’s Degree from California State University, Dominguez Hills.  I have worked in nursing for over fifteen years.  I have worked in multiple areas of nursing.  However, my passion is for emergency medicine.  Oh the stories I can tell.My passion wasn’t always nursing.  When I started college, I wanted to be a writer.  However, I had a teacher that made me less then happy about writing and I chose to go into nursing.  Since then, I have always had stories in my head that I wanted to put on paper but never found the time.I married my wonderful husband whom I met while working in the intensive care unit.  We have three active and amazing boys that consistently keep me on my toes.  We spend a lot of time watching the boys baseball games, snowboarding in Mammoth, and watching the oldest son play high school football.  I happen to be the photographer for his team and I spend a lot of time on the field!So with all of the activities in my life, where do I find the time to write?  Needless to say, I am an insomniac.  When I am not up in the middle of the night reading, I get up about five in the morning and start writing.  Most days, this gives me an hour and a half to write as much as I can.  During the summer months, I am blessed with a lighter schedule and more time to put my thoughts to paper.****FOLLOW THE AUTHOR****Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/jenniferburrowsbooks/infoWebsite: http://jenniferburrows.net/about-jennifer-burrows/

FFF- Third Wheel

The day had been extraordinarily difficult.  Clients wanted more of his time than there were hours in the day and his secretary had called off sick.  Thankfully, Isabel,  his wife knew exactly what to do to ease his stressed body.  He spent the better portion of the afternoon fantasizing about the delicious ways he would torment her when he returned home.
To Aaron’s delight, when the front door of their home swung open in greeting his wife stood before him wearing absolutely nothing. Her long,chestnut hair rested around her shoulders in thick, loose curls.  The deep blue eyes he loved so much peered at him with adventure.  Plump, kissable lips formed in a smile as he entered their home.
The scent of vanilla filled the air. Fall always gave her cravings for scented candles, and he loved the way she decorated the home with them.  Vanilla seemed ironic to him, given their relationship. He the dominating Husband and she the submissive wife. Nights filled with spankings and face fucking left the word vanilla on the outside of their vocabulary.
“Did you have a good day?” She asked him cheerfully as her gentle hands slid up his back and began to pull off his jacket.  He turned to her once his arms were free and pulled her to him.
“You smell delicious.” He breathed in her scent.  “My day was shit. How was yours?” He asked, running his hand over her hair. She looked up at him with a rueful grin. “Isabelle? What did you do?” He chided playfully, resting his hand on her plump backside.  She tossed his coat onto the nearby chair and grabbed his hand.
“Come into the living room.” She winked as she pulled him along. He followed her willingly, knowing that something wonderful was in store. Isabelle had never disappointed him.  “I’d like you to meet my new friends.  Jamie and Stephanie.” Isabelle stopped in the livingroom where two naked women stood by the fire place. The fire roared behind them, giving their supple skin an orange glow.  
He raised an eyebrow to Isabelle and she laughed. “Friends from where?” He asked as he allowed her to shove him into his favorite armchair.  She stood beside him, her hand resting on his arm.
“My yoga class.” She patted him. “Girls.” She gave a curt nod and before he could inquire more about yoga, the two women turned to each other and began gently caressing each other.
He watched as Jamie, the taller of the two, lifted her left leg and placed her foot on the stoned lege of the fireplace. Stephanie, used two of her fingers to trace the nipples of her taller friend, and gracefully placed chaste kisses along her neck and down to her pert breasts.  She licked at the nipples, nipping at them casually.  His dick hardened in his trousers.  
Jamie gave Stephanie a playful pinch to her hip, and Stephanie slid down to her knees much like a silk scarf would float through the air.  She turned her view to Aaron, locking eyes with him as she reached her tongue toward Jamie’s neatly trimmed cunt.  He groaned from the sight.
Isabelle was at his feet instantly, pulling his belt open and finding his hardness. “I called the office. I know how crappy the days are when Susan isn’t in.” She said by way of explanation. She pulled his thick shaft from his pants and wrapped her delicate fingers around him. He groaned again, not turning away from beautiful women standing before him.   “I wanted to give you a relaxing evening.” She panted as she dragged her tongue from his balls to his tip. His grunt invited more. She took him fully into her mouth as his eyes remaining on the girls fucking a few feet from them.
Stephanie and Jamie continued to fondle and lick each other. Fingers forged into cunts, loud groans filled the room.  Aaron laid his hand on Isabella's head and began to fuck her mouth. The good girl that she was, she remained still and allowed him to use her at his will.  Jamie cried out with her release, followed quickly by Stephanie.  
Aaron stood from the chair, holding Isabelle on his cock as he did so. He motioned for the two ladies to join her.  When all three where kneeling in front of him he pulled isabelle off of him, and pulled her so that she leaned away.  He yelled out as the rageful waves of his orgasm overtook him, he stroked his cock hard, dropping every bit of his come onto his wife’s tits.  She smiled at him as his release rocked him.  
Spent, he sat back in the chair and looked at the three chestnut beauties before him. He grinned at his wife, who made no motion to clean his seed from her chest. “Jamie, Stephanie. My wife needs cleaning.  See to it.”  

Key Phrase:  "Third Wheel"- Title! 
Word Limit: 369-  How about 819 this week...Hey making up for the past two weeks.
Forbidden Words: Lesbian, hooker, prostitute, money, executive
Extra Words:  Explain the hand on his shoulder - 25 extra
Bonus Points:  Sex for one is nice, sex for two is better, but what a threesome or moresome?  Does it get better with more or do you hit diminishing returns?  Tell us in reality or theory.  

I have been away too long!  I meant to take a little time off to work on my current writing project..but I completely neglected my blog!  Unacceptable! Promise not to do it again.  Anyway, here's my FFF and I hope it's not too long winded.    Now go over to Advizor- our awesome host- and see the other, more obedient, writers!