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Amorous Goods: The Mayor's Wife & A New Beginning

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Amorous Goods: The
Mayor's Wife
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Prologue:

A

lifelong collector of goods and objects from far and wide has passed and left
the entire collection and the business built around them to his only remaining
relative, a distant niece on a career path of her own as an archivist. Vikki
has taken on the task of administering the estate and liquidating the business
and collection. However, she has come to find out that many of the goods have
been cursed or enchanted with amorous powers that affect those who encounter
them. These are the stories of some of those encounters with objects found at
Amorous Goods.

From

The Three Monkeys episode, In Chapter Four we learned;

The

Mayor's wife wanted to give her husband a special reward for winning his latest
election. She enlisted the help of her friend, the Sheriff's wife, whose
husband had also been re-elected. Because both men had run on law and order
platforms and had made much of their success in getting hookers off the streets
of their small, family-friendly town, the two town matrons decided it would be
funny and fun to give their husbands a bawdy weekend in the big city. They
would tell the men to meet them at a swank hotel for a supposedly normal
celebration and then surprise them by acting like their own high-priced call
girls.

The

ladies wanted the proper attire, but didn't want to be seen buying it in their
own town. So, they went into the city a day early, telling their husbands
honestly that they would have one girls' day of shopping before their husbands
came for two days of celebrating their re-elections; out of the public eye of
the people who'd elected them.

So,

Mrs. Mayor and Mrs. Sheriff did end up finding the costumes they wanted in a
shop in the Big City. Unfortunately, the costume shop had gotten them from
Amorous Goods before Vikki had learned about their enchantment.

You

can easily imagine what could go wrong for a couple of horny women who suddenly
put on magic corsets and stockings and begin playing Call Girl.

It's

up to Vikki, her cousin Dylan, and especially their expert in enchanted
erotica, Morgana Delacroix, to step in and save the mayor's and sheriff's wives
from turning a lively fantasy into a life-changing reality.

And

now,

Amorous Goods: The
Mayor's Wife
In the Big City:
Chapter Four And A Half

The

Amorous Goods team watched the elevator numbers close in on their goal, the
fifth floor of the Grand Sheraton, one of the most upscale hotels in the city.
Amorous Goods' owner, Vikki Friday, her cousin and business partner, Dylan
Ventura, and their mentor, the witch Morgana Delacroix, had managed to track
their targets to this hotel. And by using her considerable charms on a desk
clerk, Morgana had gotten their room numbers.

The

elevator bell dinged, the doors slid open and the three people from AG, short
for Amorous Goods; stepped out, but then stopped in their tracks. Incredibly,
the two women they were seeking were right there in front of them. More
incredibly, they were wearing the enchanted lingerie sets that Vikki and the
others were actually looking for. Most incredibly, the two middle-aged women in
underwear were surrounded by four fully-dressed middle-aged men and it looked
like the six of them were starting to have group sex right there in the hallway
of the hotel.

Morgana

turned to her two young companions and whispered, "Hotel security."
Then she turned back and confidently stepped in between the men and the
scantily clad women. With just her physical presence, she swiftly separated the
two groups. The men, who were all wearing ball caps with logos like Ford and
Chevy, were clearly attending the muscle car show at the nearby convention
center.

Dylan

quickly picked up on Morgana's intent and followed her lead. He also took up a
place between the men and the women, but facing the men. "Gentlemen,"
he said gravely. "We're with hotel security and we've heard there might be
a few women around the hotel looking to, um, 'find work' with some of our
guests." The car guys were stunned into silence.

Vikki

caught on and stepped in. "You see, we work undercover, dressed like
regular hotel guests. But we're always on the lookout for, shall we say,
activities that don't really belong in a nice hotel like ours."

The

men suddenly came alive and began speaking over one another.

"What?"

"But we weren't..." "What are you going to do?"

Confident

that Vikki and Dylan had the conventioneers well in hand, Morgana smiled
broadly at the two would-be whores in front of her. "Ladies," the hot
witch purred as she spread her arms wide to put a hand on each woman's outside
shoulder, "may I say how wickedly lovely you two look?"

The

looks on the women's faces had been quickly shifting from the passion of being
felt up in public by strange men, to the concern of having been caught by some
kind of hotel detectives. Now they began shifting back. The beautiful
black-haired woman's compliment was clearly sincere, her voice was a bedroom
growl, and somehow her light touch on their shoulders felt as arousing as if
she'd clasped their pussies. Pussies that were already wet and ready for
action.

"Why

don't we go down to your room," the enchantress continued, "so you
don't get caught up in any of this little mess? And you can tell me about these
wonderful outfits." With just the slightest pressure on their shoulders,
both women turned inwards and Morgana's arms went behind them, firmly
shepherding them down the hall.

Morgana

found Mrs. Mayor's key card tucked into the waistband of her garter belt and
smoothly slid it into the room lock as soon as they reached the door. It had
only taken a matter of seconds for her to spirit the two bewitched town matrons
from the crowded hallway into the privacy of a simple, but nice suite.

The

women, confused and excited, stopped in the short entry hall and turned to
watch this incredible stranger. After closing the door, Morgana gave them
another enticing smile and strode forward. Stepping directly between the two
and grabbing a hand of each as she went, she pulled them behind her into the
main room. When she got to the large sofa she released their hands, spun around
and sat.

"Show

me," she said simply, but firmly.

Both

the buxom woman and the lanky one knew what she meant and both struck a
provocative pose, just as they'd been doing for each other just minutes before
in the hotel hallway. Neither could remember ever feeling so attractive and so
confident in their sexiness as when they'd put on their luxurious but naughty
lingerie.

"No

wonder all those men wanted you," Morgana crooned.

"They

were going to pay us, too," the woman in the tight bustier said proudly.

Morgana

wondered what her husband, the sheriff in a small suburb town not far from the
one where the Amorous Goods mansion was located, would think about his wife
bragging about her success at selling her body. "Were you going to give
the money to your husband? Tell him he was your pimp?" she asked
provocatively.

That

seemed to catch up Mrs. Sheriff and she went still. But her companion in red
closed the gap between them, put one hand along the side of her friend's neck
and the other directly on the cleavage formed by the squeezing together of the
woman's small tits.

"The

mayor and the sheriff not only using call girls," the chubby MILF said to
the skinny one, "but actually pimping them out to other men." The
excitement in her voice was palpable and now Morgana knew what their original
plan had been and how it had led to their current predicament. Though they
still didn't realize they had a predicament.

"You're

going to be call girls for your husbands? That is a sexy game," the
green-eyed beauty cooed.

Mrs.

Sheriff looked deep into Mrs. Mayor's eyes as she reveled in the feeling of her
friend's hand pressing her tits through the lace. "Pimping us out to other
men," she repeated, as she felt her pussy juices flow. She'd never pursued
this line of fantasy before, but now she suddenly wondered if the car show guys
were still out in the hall.

Morgana

could practically see the thoughts in the woman's face, the enchanted garments
were certainly doing their job of enhancing and amplifying the women's deepest
fantasies. She got to her feet and moved in until the three were in a tight
group. "That is a very sexy fantasy," she said. "But maybe one
that should be kept among us girls? Are you sure your main clients would like
the idea of following after a bunch of other guys?"

The

women realized that by main clients, the stranger meant their husbands and it
made them stop and think. "She's right," the mayor's wife said, with
a touch of disappointment. "My Craig's jealousy would probably outweigh
his excitement in giving me sloppy seconds -- or fourths or fifths, for that
matter," she added with a laugh. "And your Jim's way too butch to
share."

"On

the other hand," Morgana said as she stroked each woman's cheek,
"what would they think about you having a female customer just ahead of
taking them on?" She kissed Mrs. Sheriff lightly on the lips and then did
the same to Mrs. Mayor.

"A

female customer?" whispered Mrs. Sheriff. She smelled an earthy musk with
a touch of incense, but didn't realize it was coming from the undergarments
she'd bought earlier that day. If she'd known to ask, Morgana could have told
her it was a sign that the charm on the garments was heating up, searching to
see if the idea of being with another woman was among her fantasies so that it
could strengthen the idea and make it seem the right thing to do.

"They'd

love it," declared Mrs. Mayor. Then she added in a more derisive tone,
"Yes indeed, Craig would love to watch me eat a cunt. But do you think
he'd suck a cock for me?"

"Hell,

no!" the two friends said together and all three women laughed.

Morgana

kissed both women lightly again, but this time in their cleavages. "And
what would they think about you hiring a call girl for yourselves?" she
asked. She bent and kissed the tops of each pair of tits more deeply.

"We'd

be the 'Johns'. Or maybe the 'Janes'," giggled the sheriff's wife.

"If

we let a woman hire us we could be faking our desire for her," the mayor's
wife mused. "But if we hired a woman..."

"We'd

really have to want to enjoy her charms," the MILF in black said, completing
the sentence. She reached behind the beautiful stranger's head and pulled her
back to her chest.

Morgana

grabbed Mrs. Sheriff's small tits tightly and ran the flat of her tongue wetly
up and down the small cleavage. Suddenly she raised her head and looked at the
woman, but without giving up her grip on her boobs.

"Wait

a minute!" she said with fake shock. "I thought you were the call
girls? Are you saying I should be one for you?"

She

turned to look at Mrs. Mayor who was handling her own big boobs as they spilled
over the top of her crimson corset. The witch moved her hands from the small
tits to the big ones. "Are you saying you want me to do this for
you?" She squeezed and kneaded the soft melons. "Are you saying you
want me to be your whore?"

"Yes,"

said Mrs. Mayor as she held up one of her tits and squeezed it so the big
nipple jutted towards Morgana's mouth.

After

sucking and nibbling on the thick nub for a while, Morgana straightened. She
saw that Mrs. Sheriff had shed her loose, flimsy dressing gown and peeled down
the cups of her bustier so she could play with her own tits. Pretty rough play,
noted Amorous Good's resident sex expert. She reached out and took hold of one
of each woman's nipples and squeezed and twisted them.

"When

are your husbands supposed to be here?" she asked.

"Not

until tomorrow," answered Mrs. Mayor.

"Call

them and tell them to come now," the Delacroix Witch said.

Both

women's eyes went wide. "Now?" one said.

"It

will take them a while to get here, won't it?" The other one nodded.
"Then you'll have time to enjoy your lady whore before you get to be
whores for your favorite cocks. We're going to have a very good time together,
but in the end, it's cock you really want the most. Isn't it?"

The

sheriff's wife was nearly desperate to get her mouth between this stunning
woman's thighs, but at the same time she knew the stranger was right. What
would be even better than eating the woman's sweet cunt, would be having a cock
fucking her hard from behind at the same time. "Sybil," she said to
her partner in lust. "Where's your phone?"

Mrs.

'Mayor', Sybil, looked around for her purse, found it on the small dining
table, and pulled out her phone. "What should I say?" she asked, her
thumb poised over her husband's speed dial number.

Morgana

said, "Don't call, text." She walked over to where Sybil stood and
while looking directly into her eyes, she stripped off the crimson corset. Then
she took the phone from the woman's hands, stepped back and aimed the camera
lens at her. "Hold them up," she directed. Sybil lifted her hefty
tits and Morgana snapped the picture. Then she typed something into the message
app and handed the phone back to the increasingly excited woman.

Mrs.

Mayor read, your whore can't wait, come now. room 517. She looked absolutely
wanton in the attached photo. A wicked smile spread across Sybil's face as she
hit Send.

Morgana

took the phone back and stepped over to Mrs. Sheriff. "Now you," she
said.

"But

it will be coming from Sybil's phone."

"That

will only make it more exciting for him, Betty," Sybil said as she walked
closer. "He'll think about me taking the photo of you and wonder what that
means."

Morgana

finished removing the bustier from around the thin woman's waist and threw it
over to where Sybil's corset lay. "But it will actually be your own
personal whore who took it, Betty," she said while gazing into the woman's
wide eyes. "And you and Sybil can decide later if you tell them about your
call girl or keep that as a special secret between yourselves.

"Now,"

she continued, "pull those nipples out far, let him know what you
want."

Mrs.

Sheriff actually blushed. How did this woman know that she secretly desired to
have her tits treated roughly? She'd never even been able to tell her husband.

"Do

it, Betty," said Sybil. "It's about time for him to give you what you
want."

Betty

cupped her hands under her small tits and pinched each nipple between thumb and
middle finger. She pulsed them tightly three or four times, then pulled the pink
nubs out until the skin of her tits was clearly stretched. Her face turned up
to the ceiling, eyes closed and mouth open in passionate pain. Morgana's own
cunny twitched as she snapped the hot photo.

As

she typed in the same message, Morgana asked, "What room number?"

"517,"

came the answer from behind her.

Morgana

looked into Betty's eyes again, silently asking if she agreed with Sybil's
instructions to bring both men to the same room. The slender woman nodded. The
AG witch typed it in and handed the phone to Mrs. Sheriff so she could enter
her husband's phone number. The woman's eyes shone when she saw the photo of
herself and then she also hit Send.

"What

now?" the thin blonde asked.

Morgana

cupped the woman's black-silk-covered crotch. "Now we see if your bush is
as full as your girlfriend's."

As

Betty "Sheriff's" eyes automatically tracked to the thick mass of
dark brown hair between Sybil "Mayor's" thighs, Morgana pivoted
around her hip, never taking her hand off Betty's cunt as she moved behind her
so she could also gaze at the buxom brunette's furry crotch.

Sibyl

was thrilled by the attention. After taking two steps closer to her friend and
their mysterious 'call girl', she stopped and then stepped her right foot out
to the side, spreading her legs. "Do you like?" she asked coyly.

"I

want to feel that hair rubbing against my nose, cheeks and lips as my tongue
drills down to your pink center."

"Yes,"

the mayor's wife replied boldly. "I want you to work for it; to fight your
way through to the hidden treasure at the heart of the jungle."

"Will

it be just as much of an adventure to find your treasure?" Morgana
whispered into Betty's ear as her hands moved to the waistband of the black
panties that had been pulled up outside the garter belt suspenders. "Let's
see."

And

with that she dropped to her knees behind the blonde, peeling the underpants
down as she went. When the undies hit the floor, Morgana quickly knee-walked
around until she was in front of the woman. A woman who was suddenly on the
edge of shock from an adrenaline rush of excitement.

Betty,

who had woken up this morning simply intending to live out a mildly kinky
fantasy, now found herself with an amazingly beautiful woman kneeling in front
of her. Looking at her exposed crotch. Her newly, very exposed crotch.
Meanwhile, her closest friend Sybil stood just feet away with her fingers
buried in her own thick bush.

"Ooh,"

purred the kneeling woman. "You've gone the whole other way haven't you?
But so pretty." And with that, the raven-haired beauty leaned in and
planted a gentle kiss on Betty's naked vulva. It made the middle-aged
housewife's legs tremble so much that she stumbled backwards the two steps to
the sofa and sat on its front edge. Morgana followed on hands and knees, a
panther stalking her prey. "Spread," she said when she reached Betty
and the sheriff's wife opened her legs wide.

"Oh,

you shaved!" gasped Sybil. She'd followed behind the exotic stranger as
she crawled to the sofa and was now staring over the woman's shoulder. She'd
seen Betty's crotch incidentally while changing at the gym, so she'd expected
to see the normal patch of silky, light-brown hair. More closely trimmed than
her own healthy bush, but still, covering all the pink. Instead, she saw just a
small triangle of hair sitting at the top of her friend's mons. And below it? A
beautiful, pink seashell. At least, that's what came to mind as she gazed on
the delicate inner lips just poking out from the blonde's pale outer lips. She
only caught a quick glimpse, however, because suddenly their whore's head was
blocking the view.

"Oh,"

came the guttural sigh from Betty's throat as the stranger lavished a much
harder kiss on the pretty pink treasure she'd uncovered between Mrs. Sheriff's
legs. Not usually that vocal or aggressive in her lovemaking, Betty found
herself commanding the woman to do more.

"Yes,

kiss it, kiss it hard! Now lick it, get your tongue inside me. I know I'm
already wet, can you taste me?"

Morgana

could taste her and it was very nice. But she still had a mission to complete.
So, while she gave this bewitched woman the best cunnilingus Betty had ever
had, her hands quickly moved to unsnap the garter from the stockings. That
done, the silk stockings were efficiently rolled down to the blonde's feet. In
a side thought, Morgana realized that the spell that had made this lingerie set
such a powerful aphrodisiac, had clearly also made each piece both flexible and
robust. There was not a single snag or run in the stockings, although many
women had worn them over the years in equally passionate situations. And they
had fit this almost too-skinny woman perfectly. The witch had no doubt that if
she put them onto her own much more powerfully curved gams, they would fit just
as well. God, she loved good magic.

There

was just one more piece to go, the garter belt, and Morgana knew she'd have no
problem slipping it over Betty's hips. But she decided to wait for the coup de
grace. The hold of the spell was weakening with each piece that came off,

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