WILD PLEASURE {short erotic stories} Chapter 150: The price of success(4)

When they entered the hotel, they received the key from the front desk, which was registered under their name and went up to the room that they were instructed to enter.

Once they got up there, they found that there was a stunning, yet empty room spilling out before them. The hardwood floor reminded Cynthia of Mr. Rossini’s office, but the deep red walls, elegantly wallpapered, looked as though they were made specifically to keep secrets, without passing judgment.

Above the bed there was a curtain which matched the walls and arched over a curling, smooth, sensuous headboard, which was elaborate and held the expensive mark of gold that looked over the large, desk and drawn curtains, which also helped to distinguish the secrecy and romantic atmosphere of the room.

Across from the bed, there was a velvety couch, which also adored a gold trim and tight, lavish upholstery work.

All and all, the room was inviting, but considering that the couple had no idea what kind an invitation it was sending, the extreme essence of ardor made the room seem strangely uncouth for the situation they were in.

It did not take long for the two men to come into the room behind them and when they did, Cynthia wasn’t quite sure what to do. So, she instinctively moved towards Trent, who stood stiffly next to his wife.

The two men didn’t seem to be the least bit uncomfortable, though. They promptly began removing their clothes. Cynthia watched as the muscles she knew the senior executive had beneath that suit and tie rippled to life while he removed his shirt.

The other man in the room, Cynthia had never met, but he smoothly introduced himself as James, was younger, but still her elder, yet his body looked as though it was chiseled out of stone and was meant for a god. In addition to rock-hard abs and a tight physique that contorted tightly against his body, making the tan of his skin seem enticingly sleek, the man also had deep brown eyes, like Trent, that were friendly and welcoming. His dark hair was already ruffled slightly and looked somewhat disproportionate to his otherwise taut body. His chest sprawled out confidently, with a sprinkle of hair funneling down to his perfectly triangular abdomen. His smile was also cheerful and even though, ultimately, the two men undressing before gave her the same alluring sensation, she chose to keep her eyes on the younger man for a while, in order to get her strength up.

However, as he turned and made his way onto the bed, allowing for a rope of muscle to lasso its way across his back and tighten even more as he moved, she felt the connection of their eyes break and so, she shifted over to the senior executive.

It took her a moment to realize what was going on and when she did, she knew that she shouldn’t actually think about it. The best thing for her to do was just to go with it, she decided, so she tried her best to hide the sense of surprise that she felt.

He smiled at her as well and assured her, “It’s okay, Cynthia...Come here. We’ll take it slow.”

Cynthia looked at Trent who instinctively pulled her back, which made a pit of fear quake obnoxiously within her stomach.

Trent shrugged and gave her a look as though he was suddenly very uncomfortable with the whole situation, but despite her uneasiness, Cynthia knew that this was both her job and her husband’s job and she had promised him on their wedding day that she would be his strength when he was weak and so, she smiled at him and nodded, before breaking apart from him.

She didn’t look back. She couldn’t look back and so, she just kept her smile, thought of Trent and moved towards the full, crimson colored comforter, that welcomed her with tight, plush pillows busting towards her in the same manner which she pressed her bosom towards the men in hopes to portray a senses of excitement for what they were about to do.

However, truthfully, she had no idea whether she should be excited or terrified, because although she liked sex, she had never done it with more than one man and certainly did not have anyone watching her.

The closest she ever came to this situation was while she was going through an experimental phase in college, when her and her two roommates were feeling particularly horny and decided to touch one another in order to see what it would feel like. Even though it really was just a phase, the sensation of having two different people exciting completely different parts

of her body at once, was fairly overwhelming, but also intoxicating. Therefore, she hoped that if she had to do this, once they got going, the sexual tension that was obviously apparent in the room would take over and give her the pleasure that she wanted to be able to crave.

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As she moved towards the men, she shared a glance between them and began to unbutton her blouse in preparation. At first, she thought that her attempt to gain their attention was working wonderfully, but then, Mr. Rossini’s voice boomed, “Wait!” with vigor.

Immediately, Cynthia stopped, but soon realized that his eyes were looking past her figure, at Trent.

Naturally, the gaze of the two other people in the room flickered towards him as well. Feeling all six eyes on him, Trent laughed nervously, “I’ll just give you guys some privacy...”

“No!” The senior executive said firmly, “Sit over there and enjoy the show.” He then smiled at Trent in the same manner that he first smiled at Cynthia and just as she had, he knew immediately that was not merely a suggestion. “Enjoy yourself, kid. This is supposed to be fun...for everyone involved.” The way his tone bowed around his last word made Cynthia feel as though there were suddenly eyes on the back of her head and eventually, the other two pairs looked to her also, as though to confirm the shift in attention.

Trent smiled wearily back at his boss, right before his eyes shifted away from his wife in a quick, almost ashamed sense, before he made his way over to the couch and sat in it heavily.

Cynthia’s eyes were fixated on Trent so greatly, that she didn’t even notice the body moving up behind her, until she felt warm flesh kissing her neck and strong arms curbing around her body.

Her heart began to beat and immediately, her breasts began to tingle with animalistic anticipation, but she wasn’t sure if the sensation she felt was due to fear or genuine allure.

The hands surrounding her then continued the task of unbuttoning her shirt, while the other man moved over to her and kissed her lips in an immediately sensual way. His lips tasted fresh and intriguing against her own while his tongue skillfully thrust into her mouth and caressed her with the same strength and overpowering demeanor as the rest of his body possessed.

Immediately, Cynthia felt her body temperature begin to heat up, but as Mr. Rossini held her close and carefully peeled her shirt back, exposing her chest and stomach, a chill ran through her and she groaned, while James took this opportunity to curl his own strong, masculine hands around her bodice and lightly curve his way up, towards her breasts. His touch was just rough enough to be manly, without making it uncomfortable and when his hands found her bra, he quickly removed it and pressed his hands against her breasts.

Once her shirt was removed, Mr. Rossini’s arms moved around towards her pelvis and he pressed carefully against the summit between her legs. Even through the clothes, the pressure and warmth of his hands, along with the titillate sensation she experienced as James grasped her breasts in his hands and held them out, so that the pads of his thumbs could graze over her nipples, instantly making them hard, caused Cynthia to thrust her

head back on the Mr. Rossini’s shoulder and gasp at the extreme buildup of sensations she felt.

“Shhh...” She heard him whisper in her ear, as his hot breath danced upon her cheek, before she felt herself get brought back, onto the bed, placed between Mr. Rossini’s legs, pressing against his bare manhood. As soon as he touched the nakedness of her back, she felt him pulse against her.

James didn’t stop fondling her until Mr. Rossini was able to take over, rubbing her nipple with his

James then slowly moved his hands down her body, until he reached her jeans. He moved to pull them off of her and she flinched, more out of excitement than nervousness, but nonetheless, she immediately felt Mr. Rossini tighten his hold on her, with one hand remaining on her breast, while the other brought her neck back and tilted her head so that he could immerse her in a deep, moist, passionate kiss, while James removed her pants.

Once she was naked, his and came off of her breast, leaving her now completely erect nipples feeling unsatisfied enough that her hand wavered to catch his, but instead, he grasped her wrist and with a slight amount of force, put her hand on his staff, which grew in her hand the second that she touched it.

As she massaged him, trying to do well for the position that she was in, he returned to stroking her bosom, just as she felt hands spread her legs

apart with intent, before a face plunged into her already moist, heated flesh.