Bray Array - The Ultimate Erotic Short Story Collection 19

“No, let’s just go to the um…. Kitchen… drinks anyone?” Selma said walking towards them.

“I brought muffins,” Claire said as the three walked away.

“You’re sweet,” Selma said as she took the basket from her hands. “I’m sorry about all … that ,” she said as she poured the couple some freshly squeezed lemonade.

“Please we’re used to this kind of thing,” Don said. Selma looked at him surprised. She was not sure whether she was more shocked at the statement or confused. Either way, she was not about to make the situation more uncomfortable than it already was.

“It feels good to get to see other people other than yourselves,” Selma said smiling. Don moved closer to her.

“Lovely accent,” he said looking at her closely. Selma could have sworn he was undressing her with his eyes. “What is that? British?” he asked. Selma nervously nodded.

“Come now Donald. Don’t chase away the only good neighbors we have left,” Claire said smiling.

“Only good neighbors?” Selma asked her voice almost quivering. “Why are we the only good ones? Aren’t these other houses occupied?” she asked. Claire walked to where she was and placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder.

“They are, but the people can be a bit…. judgmental,” Claire said. Selma looked at her questioningly.

“What do you mean?” Selma asked.

“There he is! Looking very… dressed,” Don said. The girls looked over at Ramon who was walking into the room. Selma could tell that he was still embarrassed.

“What was that about judgmental neighbors?” Ramon asked ignoring Donald’s comment.

“We are a peculiar people…. we like peculiar things,” Donald said. Selma and Ramon could not help but feel that the two were talking in codes.

“Peculiar,” Selma said. Claire nodded.

“However do you mean?” Ramon asked looking at Claire closely.

“Well…,” Don started but paused. “You know what? Let’s show you,” he said looking at Claire who was now nodding.

“Great idea,” she said. “You will love it,” she added when she noticed Selma’s scared look.

“What if we don’t?” Selma asked nervously. Claire and Don laughed in unison.

“The palace is too big to be disappointed,” Claire said calmly.

“I’m sorry, the palace?” Selma said looking at Claire. “Are we going back to England or something?” she asked looking at Ramon.

“Come on, I’ll drive,” Claire said. “It will get the whole moving edge off,” she added as she took Selma’s hand. At that point Ramon and Selma were unsure of whether they were in for the adventure of their lives or the biggest mistake ever. A few minutes later, the two couples were at some up market home. The house looked very old and very pricey. “Welcome to the New York Palace of Passion,” Claire said as the four walked up the steps leading to the main door. The four walked up a long flight of stairs.

Ramon and Selma were awestruck at the first scene of the ‘Palace’. There were two men seriously double teaming a poor blonde as three other couples looked on. At that moment, Selma had a rough idea of what this place was. The woman remained silent, gripping onto the staircase railing as they went on.

At some point she began crying out in perfect rhythm with the men’s thrusts. One of the men watching had began to slowly knead one of the women’s breasts as he looked on. Selma guessed that she was having her orgasm at that very moment or approaching her point of no return.

“Holy shit, this place is indeed remarkable”, Ramon uttered amidst giggles from Selma and Claire who were obviously enjoying the scene.

“Are you like… swingers or something?” Selma asked Claire in a whisper. Claire looked at her and smiled.

“You are familiar with the lingo,” she said as they walked on. Selma nodded. “What’s your fancy?” Claire asked. Selma felt herself blush.

“I like watching,” she said looking at Claire who smiled back at her. Selma smiled. This must have been the luckiest thing ever. They never got friends this compatible with them. They moved on with their tour but it was cut short by the sweet aroma that wafted from behind a huge silvery door that dominated the room.

“This, my guests, is the dining room,” Don announced triumphantly and proceeded to walk in. When he pushed open the thin wooden doors, the sweet scent of freshly roasted bacon enveloped them and instantly diverted their attention from their bodily pleasures. They waltzed in to join other guests at the table who were enjoying every ounce of the delicacies on the huge oak table. Don sat beside Selma on one side of the table.

Claire understood the gesture and joined Ramon of the other side. It was self service but the ladies served their men hurriedly before diving in to join the rare treat. Don definitely had a huge appetite because he downed the half steak from his plate in a matter of minutes before yanking his huge frame across the table to obtain more from the spread in the middle. Some ladies chuckled at the sight while others simply stared in disbelief.

“I like a man who eats”, Claire said amidst chuckles to defend her man.

“I love a man with an appetite,” Selma thought as she looked at Don. She suddenly let out a silent gasp when she thought she saw the tip of Don’s penis under his shorts. Was this guy serious? He wasn’t wearing any underwear? In freaking public? She looked over at Ramon. She was filled with guilt, unsure of what to do at that moment. Ramon smiled at her and gave her a slight nod.

Ramon seemed more thirsty than hungry since he downed several glasses of champagne as he ate. However, it could also have been his way of dealing with the new but familiar situation. Selma noticed the way he stole little glances at Claire as he nibbled at the rib he held in his hand.

***

Claire had no bra or panties on. Her nipples were protruding from under her bareback silk brown dress and were fully visible in the brightly lit room. She loved the new friends she and Don had so tastefully stumbled upon. She had been unsure about meeting the new neighbors but something about the way Don said ‘that new big busted neighbor’ made Claire want to meet the new guys across the street. She looked over at Selma who had just got Don’s full attention. She knew that the fun had begun.

***

Selma was still savoring her food when she felt Don’s fingers finding their way into her pussy. She looked at him in surprise and then at Ramon who was now getting a hand job from Claire. She gasped and instantly blushed as she closed her legs tightly leaving his hand locked and his fingers trapped inside her. She loved the sensation that shot through her especially as Don wriggled his fingers pleading for release.

Claire and Ramon didn’t notice the drama as they were both entangled in their own game, obviously loving the freedom. Selma relaxed her grip and Don withdrew his fingers from within her making a slurp sound as he did so. What he did next made Selma simply gasp in awe. He deftly licked her wetness off his fingers and then dug right into his macaroni like he had just done the most normal thing in the world.

It seemed the room was respected for what it was, a dining place, since none of the couples inside engaged in any erotic behavior except with the food. After a hearty meal and a few chugs of the bubbly on offer, the two couples decided to continue with their tour. When they stepped out of the room, the two men and the lady on the stairwell were no longer there. All that was left of their threesome was a trace of cum on the thick woolen carpet.

When they got to the balcony, Selma breathed a long low wow. The view was simply breathtaking. Ramon and Selma had no idea that the club was this huge. From the road, you could see the huge gated entrance that gave no clue as to what lay within. Once inside the compound, the huge mansion covered up most of what the eye could see but obscured what lay behind the mansion.