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Lost in Eros, The Forest: Part 4

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Seducing the Wizard's Wife – 4 days of wizardry.

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Chapter 10

Day One Toshia's day with the satyrs

When Don awoke, he found himself lying on his back upon a

large four-poster bed. There was sunlight pouring in from somewhere, and he had
a woman on his left with her head on his chest and another curled up on his
right. Trying not to disturb the sleeping women, he opened his eyes a bit
further and raised his head to have a look around.

 The woman with her head on his chest was Shelonda, and

the one on his right was Amy, who was spooning Nicole. They were all still
clothed, and in what seemed to be a large bedroom. Don couldn't help but
remember waking up in the Manor next to Toshia what seemed like a
very long time ago. That time the room had been dark and mysterious, and rather
Spartan. This time, though, the room was brightly lit as two large windows let
in a great deal of light. Although there was definitely the rather serious and
looming question of how in the world they had been brought here, there was
nothing even vaguely sinister about this room. Adding to the benign aspect of
the room was, no doubt, the profusion of cut flowers that covered every
available horizontal surface.

As Don lowered his head again, Shelonda shifted and then

raised her head to look around. When she saw that Don was also awake, she gave
him a confused smile. He smiled back as reassuringly as he could and caressed
her back. He wasn't terribly surprised to feel her hand moving up along the
inside of his thigh. "If danger isn't threatening it must be time for
sex" seemed to be the default rule among Eros dwellers.

Don tried to think of a good reason to deny himself and

Shelonda. He knew they were someplace strange, the guests of some new set of
kidnappers, and that they had very likely completely lost track of Toshia,
but all of those things had been true for hours, since they had apparently
slept through the night, and if anyone meant them any harm, they surely would
have carried through on that desire while they had been unconscious, rather
than putting them on a comfortable bed. So, when the beautiful woman pushed his
kilt up and began to stroke his cock, Don didn't resist and instead pulled her
up so he could kiss her warmly. After all the stress of the last couple of
days, with the plants, the watchers, the human attackers, and the chase
after Toshia – not to mention seeing her cavorting with actual satyrs
-satyrs! - it felt very good indeed to lay back and feel Shelonda's
mouth on his, her tongue pushing past his lips, and her warm hand on his
quickly thickening cock.

Moving slowly, so as to not wake Amy and Nicole, Don moved

his right arm up so he could get his hand on Shelonda's full breast, squeezing
it gently through her tank top. This prompted her to squeeze and pull on his
cock more strenuously. Don decided that two could play at that game, and,
rolling onto his side a little, moved his right hand from her tit down to her
strong left thigh. Slipping up under her skirt, Don's hand slid along her
smooth brown skin and around to squeeze her firm ass tightly. Shelonda
moaned her approval very quietly. Don kissed her more deeply in a vague attempt
to get her to be quieter.

Don worked his hand around in front of Shelonda. She parted

her legs for him, raising her left one and wrapping it around Don's legs. This
left Don free to run his fingers over her very moist lips. He teased her a bit
before parting those lips with his fingertips and spreading her juices over her
inner lips and clit. Soon his fingers were inside her, slipping in and out of
Shelonda's pussy, as Don's thumb pressed against and rubbed her clit. Shelonda
liked this quite a bit, and showed her approval by rolling back on the bed,
pulling Don with her. They continued kissing as he moved naturally into
position over her. Her legs spread and her hand pulling him forward, Don
slipped into Shelonda's welcoming pussy. As he sank deep into her hot, wet sex,
she reached down to clasp his butt in both of her hands, squeezing and pulling
him into her.

Their bodies were pressed tightly together as they fucked

and kissed, moving slowly against each other on the bed. It was a passionate,
loving and intense encounter there in the strange bedroom. Don had become
extremely fond of the beautiful young woman, and he knew she felt the same way.
The connection between the two of them was stronger and deeper than the casual
sex relationship either or both of them shared with the other two women. Amy
was a great sexual athlete, Nicole was a playful little minx, but Shelonda had
a seriousness about her that made sex with her more than just sex. If it wasn't
a romantic coupling, and it hardly seemed quite like that, it was a bit more
than friends-with-benefits.

Don resisted the urge to fuck Shelonda more vigorously,

partly because he didn't want to disturb the others, and partly because the way
they were screwing was building up its own intensity. Shelonda pulled him into
her tightly with her legs and arms, kissing him intently. Then she threw her
head back, gasping through clenched teeth. She let go of his ass to clench the
sheets at her side, and then was burying her face into his shoulder. Don pushed
himself deep into her clasping, clutching pussy riding out her quiet, intense
orgasm by holding her in his arms.

When Shelonda slowly relaxed, and lay back on the bed, he

smiled down at her happily. She actually blushed and turned her face away.

"Well, that looked like a good one," Amy said. Don

looked over to see that the curvy blonde had rolled over onto her back to watch
him and Shelonda. Nicole was also watching, but was resting her head on Amy's
soft breast. Nicole's hand had already found its way down between Amy's thighs
and was busy making mischief there.

"Got enough to share with the rest of the class,

Professor?" Nicole asked with a smirk.

"I just might," Don grinned over at the two women.

Then he leaned down to kiss Shelonda again.

By the time he had withdrawn from Shelonda's exquisite

embrace, Nicole had gotten down between Amy's legs and was giving some serious
head, and Amy had pulled her tank top up over her head and thrown it aside. Don
moved around behind Nicole and coaxed her up enough that he could get his cock down
and into her waiting cunt. He admired Nicole's narrow waist and tight, brown
ass as he began to fuck in and out of her. Shelonda moved over to be close to
the action, and soon reached around so she could get her fingers on Nicole's
clit. Nicole was only barely able to make Amy come, gasping and twisting on the
bed, before she was coming herself.

Don still hadn't come, and he was acutely aware of that

fact. He pulled out of Nicole and urged her over toward Shelonda. Moving up
between Amy's legs, he smiled down at her happy face, and said, "Where do
you want it?"

"Come on my tits, Professor," she said

immediately.

Don nodded, but took a moment to push his cock deep into

Amy's juicy twat. After fucking Shelonda and Nicole, he only needed a couple of
thrusts into her tight pussy before he was ready to blow. He pulled out of her
and quickly straddled her abdomen. He had planned to jerk himself off, but
Amy's hands beat him to it. She took him in a tight, enthusiastic grip and
pumped his thick organ several times until a huge spout of white cum burst out
of him and splattered over her chest, neck and chin. Several days of
abstinence, coupled with the XYZ in his system and the sex leading up to this
moment made Don's orgasm both extremely intense and voluminous. A second stream
of jizz splashed over Amy's tits and then a flood of it spilled over her hands
onto her belly. Don felt like he was coming for minutes. As he finally took a
deep breath and opened his eyes, Shelonda and Nicole clapped and laughed. He
managed to get off Amy while the other two girls closed in on her and began to
play with and lick up the cum he had left there.

As soon as his head stopped reeling from the intense orgasm,

Don decided it was time to have a better look around. Sitting on the edge of
the bed, he noticed that there were not only two big windows, but also three
sets of doors, all double and all closed. The room had a thick carpet. Don
reached down and took off his sandals, and enjoyed the feeling of the carpet on
his bare feet. There was a couch against the wall opposite the bed, as well as
a large framed mirror. There was a low table in front of the couch and a pair
of overstuffed chairs at either end of the table. One of the chairs had their
satchels piled on it. Don and Shelonda's staffs were standing in a corner. All
of the furniture was in an overly ornate style that Don thought of as rococo,
though he wasn't confident that that was the right term. (Perhaps it was
baroque, or regency; he could never tell.)

Don got off the bed and moved over to one of the windows.

They were apparently on the second or third floor and overlooked a vast
well-tended and colorful flower garden. There was no one to be seen among the
flowers or paths of the garden.

He moved over to one of the sets of doors, and was surprised

when they swung open of their own accord. Don stepped onto the tiled floor of a
large and ornate bathroom, illuminated by an impressive skylight over a huge
tub. Strewn about this room were more flowers and a liberal supply of towels
and toiletries. As Don moved closer to the tub, water began to pour out of the
four faucets set around it. The sound of the steaming, fragrant water quickly
filling the bathtub drew the attention of the girls, who quickly crowded into
the bathroom with Don.

Clothes were quickly stripped off and thrown aside. Although

they had only been out of the Manor for a few days, and had hardly been living
a hard life outdoors, the opportunity to bathe properly was most welcome. They
took quite a while, scrubbing each other clean, which naturally enough led to
more splashing about than was strictly necessary as well as more fondling and
play.

Don was the first to get out of the tub, and so was the

first to notice that their clothing had somehow been removed. He dried himself
with a heavy, soft towel and then padded out into the bedroom naked. His
sandals and Amy's top had also been removed. He moved toward one of the other
sets of doors. When they failed to open for him, Don tried the handles, but
they wouldn't budge. Frowning, he turned to the last set of doors, which did
swing open as he approached. This time he found a large walk-in closet, full of
clothing. On the right, taking up about a quarter of the available space was an
assortment of strangely old-fashioned men's clothing. On the floor was a good
selection of footwear. Don chose a pair of light cotton slacks and a buttoned
shirt, and tried them on. He was not at all surprised that the clothes fit him
perfectly. As he came out of the closet, the girls were just coming out of the
bathroom. Seeing his attire and catching on that there were new, fresh clothes
to be had, they swarmed around him and into the closet.

They were each able to find at least a quarter of the closet

that had clothing perfectly fitted to them, and spent some time selecting
outfits. Don was amused to watch them trying various combinations. Ultimately
they came out to model their selections, and he smiled to see their individual
styles come through. Shelonda was wearing a light vest and a pair of loose silk
pajama bottoms that were bloused at the ankles. Amy had on a low cut top and
stockings and a garter belt, and a short pleated skirt that flared out from her
waist. Nicole had on a form fitting sheath dress with slits running up the
lengths of her legs. While Don was complimenting them on their outfits, the
third set of doors swung open, revealing a long marble hallway.

Cautiously, the four of them moved out into the corridor.

There was nowhere else to go, so they proceeded along, until a large pair of
doors opened before them. On the other side of this portal, they found a vast
dining room, lit by a dazzling number of candles. There were a dozen chairs
around the large, long table in the center of the room. There were also bowls
full of fruit and gleaming glasses of water. On each of the three walls without
doors there were large mirrors. Don eyed those reflective surfaces
suspiciously, his mind on the likelihood that they were being observed through
those mirrors.

Like the trusting souls they were, Amy and Shelonda had made

themselves comfortable at the table, drinking and eating freely. Don and Nicole
shared a glance, but then joined the others in dining. Only when they had each
eaten a small amount of fruit and drank a whole glass of water – in short, when
they had their fill – did someone broach the subject that was on everyone's
mind.

Amy said, "Well, where are we anyway?"

"I have no idea," Don admitted.

"You are in my home," said a deep voice.

They turned sharply to see a tall man standing in the

doorway. He had white hair and a beard, a prominent brow adorned by bristling
eyebrows, a pronounced hawkish nose, and bright eyes glittering at them in the
candlelight. He wore a deep blue robe, like one would expect to see worn by a
magician in a fantasy movie. He was over six feet tall, and stood erect and
easily. Though his deeply lined face indicated great age, he carried himself as
if he were quite healthy.

"And you are?" Don asked.

"I am called the Wizard of the Wood," declared the

man in that voice that reminded Don of a not quite ancient John Carradine.

"Well, I am Don, and this is Amy, Nicole and Shelonda.

We're grateful for your hospitality. May we ask why you brought us here?"

"Of course you may," the Wizard intoned. "I

brought you here so that you might assist me with a particular task."

"Um, well, we were trying to find a friend of

ours..."

"The one who was, and has been copulating so vigorously

with those three satyrs, I suspect."

"Yes," Don nodded, "that would be her."

"She is in no danger. The satyrs mean her no harm. I

believe they are enjoying her company far more than they expected to. She is
quite spirited and has a great deal of stamina."

"Well, you seem to be quite well-informed and have

resources at your disposal."

"You mean magic," the Wizard said. "I have

magical resources."

"Um, sure," Don said. "If you could bring our

friend here like you did us, we'd be happy to help you with your task."

"There are three problems with that proposal." The

Wizard gestured and a chair slid out from the table. As he took his seat, he
said, "One, I have no reason to trust you. This is of small consequence,
though, because you would still have your freedom to gain. Two, I believe the
desire to be reunited with your friend will be a better motivator in any case.
Three, as a matter of fact, I cannot at this time bring your friend here."

"Why not?" Nicole asked.

"My power is largely focused upon this location. Within

the bounds of this house and the grounds I have great power, but to exercise
that power to bring people here is ... difficult. I do however have the means
to convey you to your friend, which means I will make available to you
following the completion of your task. I assure you, the task is within your
power, and I will compensate you well for your efforts. You will not regret
helping me."

Don frowned, "And what if something should happen to

our friend while we're here?"

"I am monitoring your friend's situation and will find

a way to intervene if she should actually be endangered. I am afraid I can only
offer you my assurances as to this and my other promises. I hasten to point out
that you do not seem to have any other viable options."

"We could try to escape," Don pointed out.

"Feel free," the Wizard shrugged. "You will only

waste time and energy, uselessly."

"Can you give us some evidence that you can actually

know how and where Toshia is?"

"Your friend? Yes, I think so," the Wizard

nodded toward the large mirror to his right.

Looking at that mirror, they could suddenly see Toshia.

She was lying back against a satyr, while another satyr was in front of her.
Her legs were around the front satyr's haunches and her hands were on his
shoulders. It seemed clear that both of the satyr's were fucking her, and,
moreover, that Toshia was enjoying herself quite a bit at the moment.

"Alright," Don said after taking a moment to take

in the expression on Toshia's face as the satyr's had their way with
her, or she had her way with them. "What do you want us to do?"

"I want you to seduce my wife."

Don looked at the Wizard of the Wood to see if he was

joking. He looked to the girls and saw that they were as confused as he was.

"Well," Don said, "first, you're the first

person I've met in Eros who's even in a monogamous relationship, let alone
married."

"Yes," the Wizard nodded, "we have always had

an unconventional relationship."

"OK," Don shrugged. "Why do you want us to

seduce your wife?"

"Well, it is not so much all of you, as you yourself,

Don, though the others may of course help."

"Alright, why do you want me to seduce your wife?"

The Wizard stood up and began to pace alongside the table as

he spoke. "We live alone here. The house and my power see to it that we
want for nothing. I love my wife very much. She is a wonderful woman and a good
companion. However, I am aware of what goes on out there in the world. I see
the fun people have in the woods. I can watch the witches of the glen working
their orgiastic magic. I know what goes on in that Manor. I want to enjoy some
of that fun, Don. I want to convince my wife to have an open marriage."

"Well, I certainly wasn't expecting that," Don

admitted. He noticed that Nicole was having a very hard time keeping a straight
face, while Amy and Shelonda simply seemed confused.

"Have you talked to her about this?" asked Don.

The Wizard shook his head, saying, "Oh, she would never

agree to it. She is far too jealous and possessive. She would think I do not
love her any more and that I just want to couple with other women."

"But, you do want to 'couple' with other women,"

Nicole pointed out.

"By all the gods, yes!" the Wizard shouted.

"I want to so very badly. But it is only sex. Do you know how long we have
been married?"

"No, of course..."

"A very long time, believe me! I love her madly, of

course, but I need some variety now and then. I honestly believe it would do
each of us and both of us as a couple a great deal of good to enjoy other
people. Having sex with just the same person for many years is simply not
healthy."

"Well, I can't argue with that," Don smiled.

"So, what are you thinking?"

"If you seduce her, make her want to

sleep with you, it will give me the opportunity to broach the subject."

"That's extremely indirect," Don mused.

"What if she doesn't want to sleep with Don, or just

wants to sneak around on you?" Nicole asked.

"My wife would never do such a thing," the Wizard

insisted.

"Perhaps," Don said, "but, as much as I hate

to ask this, what about that other option? What if I can't seduce
her?"

"If you give a good faith effort to seduce her but she

does not succumb, I will grant you your freedom and help you find your
friend."

"Are you sure you don't just want us to help you talk

to her?" Don asked. It had just occurred to him that the Wizard's wife was
going to be as ancient as he was.

"No," the Wizard said with finality. "I have

given this a great deal of thought, and I am certain that would never work. It
has to be done this way."

"Alright, then," Don said. He looked around to

gauge the reactions of the women; Nicole shrugged, while Amy and Shelonda both
nodded. "We'll help. I take it you have a plan, then."

Day Two

Toshia is caught by the warrior women and is taken

to their castle

The next day, the Don and the three women had a brief

conference, during which they considered the merits of attempting to escape
from their luxurious prison. It was Nicole who pointed out that even if they
were able to get out of the house and the grounds, however far those might
extend, they would have no idea where they were or how to find Toshia. It did
seem that their best bet was to cooperate with the Wizard of the Wood and trust
that he would honor his end of the bargain.

So, they passed the day exploring the immense house, going

only where the doors would allow them to pass. There was no sign of anyone else
in the building, though everything was dusted and the flowers and fruit were
freshly laid out. They found a large library, an indoor pool, and a billiard
room, among other less well-defined rooms. Following the spirit of the Wizard's
plan, they deliberately resisted the urge to fill the day with sexual play.
Instead, they built up their frustration by engaging in playful banter and
flirting. Things became particularly heated during their
skinny-dip in the pool. Don had to herd the women into the showers, which
did frankly very little to help, except that it introduced an all-too-ephemeral
break in the action. Amy was particularly wound up by the time they returned to
their room to change for dinner.

"I will tell my wife that we have guests," the

Wizard had explained. "I'll say that you were travelers who I rescued from
hooligans using my magic, and that I offered you hospitality for a few
days."

"Hooligans?" Amy had asked.

"That's what I call the bands of ill-mannered men who

roam about the forest attacking anyone they come across."

"We met some of those," Don had nodded.

"It didn't end well for them," Nicole said

quietly, looking across the table at Don.

"They are thoroughly unpleasant," the Wizard had

scowled. "Anyway, I will tell my wife that you seem to be very interesting
people, and I will arrange to have her looking in on you during your dinner.
You use that time to, shall we say, put on a show for her."

"A show?" asked Shelonda.

"Yes, well, a demonstration of unfettered

sexuality," the Wizard explained.

"You want us to have sex for your wife to watch,"

Nicole said.

"Yes," the Wizard nodded. "I know my wife

enjoys reading books with erotic scenes in them, and I suspect seeing one
played out in front of her eyes will titillate her. Moreover, the fact that
there are more than just two of you will work to our advantage if we are to be
successful in tempting her toward a more open attitude toward sex."

"I think we can manage that," Don smiled at the

three women. He knew Amy in particular would rise to the occasion.

"Remember, though," the Wizard had admonished

before bidding them goodnight, "it must seem spontaneous. If my wife
suspects chicanery she'll never go along with the rest of the plan."

The three women all wore outfits that were at once frilly

and feminine and were also simple enough that it would be quite easy to have
sex in them. Nicole wore a form-fitting, backless dress with a very short skirt
and puffy sleeves, all in black with large bright red flowers. Shelonda wore a
frilly little sundress in light pastels. Amy wore a silk negligee and a long,
sheer robe. All of the girls surprised Don by wearing high heels. For himself,
Don wore dress slacks, a white shirt and a dark blue jacket. As an
afterthought, he added socks and perfectly shined, black dress shoes.

Arm in arm en masse the foursome left the

bedroom and headed to the dining room. Along the way, Don reminded them to act
as if no one was watching.

"But, also make sure we put on a good show," Amy

pointed out.

"How are we supposed to do that?" Shelonda wanted

to know.

"Well, make sure that anyone looking can tell what

you're doing; don't cover up anything," Amy suggested.

"And make noise," added Nicole. "Let everyone

hear that you're having a good time."

"Wow," Don said, "that's really good advice.

You're making me horny already."

"You have to wait a bit, Professor," Nicole

winked.

With that they came to the dining room and gathered around

the middle of the table, Don and Shelonda on one side and Amy and Nicole on the
other.

"Who do you think puts out this fruit and water?"

Amy asked, as she picked up and examined a red apple.

"I have no idea," Don shrugged. "Perhaps

the same person who washed our clothes and put them back when we weren't
looking yesterday."

"Our host, maybe?" wondered Nicole.

"The Wizard?" Amy laughed. "I doubt

that."

"He doesn't exactly seem the sort to do

housework," Don admitted.

With a mischievous gleam in her eye, Amy sank her teeth into

her apple and leaned over toward Nicole, who, catching on immediately, bent in
to take a bite out of the opposite side of the fruit.

While they were doing this, Shelonda said, "Well,

whoever's doing the cleaning and other stuff, it sure is nice of the Wizard to
let us stay here."

"We should try to find a way to thank him," Amy

said around a mouthful of apple.

"Oh? What did you have in mind?" Don asked with a

laugh.

"There are lots of ways a girl can thank a man,"

Amy smiled, taking another bite of the apple.

"She can say, 'Thank you very much, Mr. Wizard,

sir,'" Nicole smiled coyly while she toyed with a strawberry.

"Exactly," Amy laughed, "but that wasn't

exactly what I had in mind."

"Whatever could you mean?" Nicole asked. She had

now turned toward Amy and was running her hand up and down her arm. "Oh,
you mean..."

"Exactly!" Amy grinned and grabbed a nearby

banana. She proceeded to peel it slowly.

"But isn't he rather old?" Nicole persisted

mischievously.

"He seemed healthy enough to me," Amy said as she

pulled the last peel down. "Anyway, I think I like older men. Plus, he's
quite tall, and that usually means..."

"You think so?" Shelonda joined in.

"I do," Amy said. "Anyway, I'd be happy to

show my appreciation." To demonstrate her capabilities, she slid the
length of the banana into her mouth and down her throat.

Don and the girls laughed, and Don said, "Well, fruit's

one thing. Are you quite sure you're up to the real thing?"

"Quite sure, sir," Amy said after swallowing the

last of the banana down.

"I'm unconvinced," Don said with a frown.

"Well, how in the world can I convince you?"

"You could show him on his cock," Shelonda said

with exasperation. Don thought she was the best actress of the bunch.

"Alright, Professor, hop up here on the table and let's

see what you've got," Amy grinned.

Don stood up and took off his jacket and kicked off his

shoes, while the women pushed the bowls and glasses out of the way. Then, he
climbed up on the table and knelt in front of Amy. Getting into her act, Amy
ran her hands up along Don's thighs and made a show of unfastening his pants.
She slipped her hand into his slacks and took hold of his quickening cock.
Pulling it out, she held it up for Nicole to see.

"Very nice," Amy said, "but it needs more

work, I think." She lowered her head to Don's lap and took the entire
length of his cock into her mouth. Pulling on it with both her lips and hand,
she quickly had him fully hard.

While Amy was doing this, Shelonda climbed up on the table

next to Don so she could see too.

Amy pulled back to show the girls that Don was now erect.

"That's more like it, Professor!" Amy said. "Now, what was it I
was going to do with this?"

"Oh, I can show you," Shelonda offered quickly.

"By all means," Amy laughed.

To be continued.

Nicole & Amy Seek To Seduce The Wizard

Shelonda leaned in over Don's lap and immediately lowered her

mouth all the way down his cock, letting his fat head slip into her throat. She
accompanied this with a loud, very satisfied, "Um!"

When she came up for air, Shelonda smiled at Amy and Nicole

and said, "That's what you were saying you could do."

"Oh, yes, I remember now. Let me see if I've got this

right," Amy laughed. Straight away, she took hold of Don's cock and
lowered her mouth and throat on him. Don took advantage of the situation by
gently grabbing Amy's head and holding her there on him so that he could flex
himself in and out of her throat a bit. Following Shelonda's lead, Amy gurgled
and moaned her approval of this maneuver loudly enough for everyone to hear.
Always happy to oblige, Don fucked her throat a bit longer before letting her
go.

As soon as Amy was up again, Nicole jumped in with,

"Let me give that a try!"

Crowding in front of Amy, Nicole inhaled Don's shaft in one

eager motion. Once he was in all the way, she bobbed her head up and down on
him, murmuring her pleasure while he moved in and out of her throat. When she
backed up off him, she gave the slippery head of his cock a kiss and flashed a
grin around the room.

"Is that all you'd do to thank the Wizard?"

Shelonda asked.

"Don't you think that's enough?" Amy asked.

"Not nearly," Don said with a smile.

"Oh, well, I might be able to come up with something

else," Amy said thoughtfully.

"Like what?" Shelonda asked as she reached over to

stroke Don's wet cock, which was twitching in anticipation.

Amy shrugged out of her sheer robe, said, "Well, I

could do this," and, using her chair as a step up, climbed up on the table
with Don and Shelonda. Amy planted her feet on either side of Don's thighs, and
pulled up her silk negligee to expose her bare pussy and ass to view.

"Now that looks delicious!" Don grinned. He leaned

forward to kiss Amy's nether lips, reaching up between her legs to get his
hands on her ass. Holding her in place, Don reached out with his tongue to
lightly lick over the soft curve of her lips. Pushing up between them, he tasted
her juices and slipped his long tongue up inside her. Amy moaned and pushed
forward a bit, encouraging him to do more. He proceeded to fuck his tongue in
and out of her, and then began to lick at her clit.

Shelonda was still stroking Don's cock, or was until Nicole

took Amy's chair and got into position in front of Don and began to suck on his
cock with great enthusiasm. Shelonda leaned back for a moment, admiring the
sight of Amy standing on the table while Don buried his face between her legs.
Then she decided to get back into the fun. Pulling her sundress up over her
head and casting it aside, but leaving her heels on, she got up to stand behind
Don. She reached forward and took Amy's head in her hands and pulled her
forward into a long, slow passionate kiss.

Amy, who had been holding on to Don's head, both for a

little support and to keep him there where he was giving her so much pleasure,
reached up to get her hands on Shelonda's full tits. She moaned into Shelonda's
mouth while squeezing and caressing those beautiful breasts. She moaned again
when she felt Don pushing several fingers up inside her grasping pussy. When
she felt Shelonda tugging at her negligee, Amy took a few seconds to quickly
pull that garment up and over her head. She wasn't sure where it fell; it was
out of her mind as Shelonda began to kiss and suckle on her tits. Then Don's
tongue was making her come. Amy remembered Nicole's advice and cried out
enthusiastically as the explosion of delight erupted in her clit and pussy and
then spread through her body, making her shake and sob.

"Oh fuck yes!" Amy gasped loudly. "That's so

good! Don, you've got the best tongue. Damn!"

Shelonda embraced Amy, whose legs were suddenly unsteady,

and helped her to lie down with her on the table behind Don.

Don took advantage of the momentary break to push Nicole

back enough so that he could get off his knees. Instead, he sat on the edge of
the table with his feet dangling. Nicole wasted no time, though, and climbed up
on the table with the others. Pushing Don back so that he was leaning on his
arms, she pulled up her short black dress and straddled Don's lap. She rose up
as high as she could, to give anyone watching a clear view, and lifted Don's
cock straight up. Pushing the head into her, Nicole slowly slid down its
length, moaning happily as it filled her. Don grinned up at her and took her
narrow waist in his hands. As soon as she was all the way down on him, Nicole
pushed herself back up, almost all the way off, and paused there so anyone
could see his thick pole disappearing into her tight pink sleeve as well as the
shiny wetness she left on him. Then, finally she let herself down on him again,
until his head was pressed against her cervix. Up again and pause, then down,
harder this time. Don's strong hands and arms helped to raise and lower her,
sparing her thighs some work. With each descent on his shaft, Nicole let out a
happy, lustful moan. Soon she was grunting and crying out as she rode up and
down on him with almost violent abandon. She began to throw herself into the
performance aspect of the evening.

"Fuck yes! God yes! That feels so good! Fuck me,

Professor! Fuck me!" Nicole cried out.

Don was pushing up into Nicole each time she came down on

him. He was quietly amazed at how hard a fucking the tiny girl was taking and
enjoying. As she bounced on his cock, he watched as she clawed at her dress to
pull it aside and get her hands on her little breasts and hard nipples. Then
she was coming on top of him, still bouncing as she screamed and shook.

"Yes! Yes! Fuck yes!" she called. Then abruptly,

she stopped and slumped forward on Don, gasping for air. "Damn!" she
whispered, "I guess I like having an audience."

"Well, it suits you," Don whispered back, kissing

her ear.

When Nicole pushed herself up a bit, they noticed that

Shelonda and Amy had worked themselves into a 69. They lay on their sides, with
Amy's feet and back toward Don and Nicole's side of the table. They could see
the top of Shelonda's head as she worked her tongue over Amy's slick lips and
sensitive clit. Both girls were moaning enthusiastically while they kept their
mouths busy.

Nicole pushed herself the rest of the way up, and struggled

to get out of her dress. Don finally got around to unbuttoning his shirt, and
when Nicole climbed off him to walk down the table, naked but for her heels,
Don took the opportunity to get out of his clothes. By the time he got back on
the table, Nicole was down by Amy's head, reaching around to get her fingers on
and probably in Shelonda. Don decided he would make himself useful at this end
of things.

Lying down behind Amy, he scooted in and guided his cock

between her legs. He felt Shelonda's breath and then tongue on the head of his
cock just as he felt the wetness of Amy's waiting pussy. He didn't pause, but
just went ahead and pushed himself in. Amy let out a particularly loud moan as
he filled her in one sure motion. Steadily he began to fuck her, enjoying the
sensation of her slippery cunt squeezing and pulling at him as well as
Shelonda's tongue brushing against him.

What Amy and Nicole were doing to Shelonda had the desired

effect, because she was the next one to come, crying out loudly in ecstasy.
This precipitated some rearrangement on the table, as Shelonda disentangled
herself. Amy turned her head and said over her shoulder, "Get on your
back, Don."

Don quickly rolled back, reluctantly pulling out of Amy in

the process. She wasn't done with him yet, though. Without turning around to
face him, she got up over him. She took his cock and lifted it up and pushed
the broad head of it up into her ass. Don said, "Oh, god that feels so
good – so hot and tight!"

"That's right, baby," Amy grinned back at him.

Then she pushed herself down on him, taking his thick cock deep into her
bowels. She leaned back then, and Nicole came around and knelt in front of her,
pushing several fingers up into her pussy and attacking Amy's clit with her
tongue. Meanwhile, Shelonda straddled Don's face, so that she could have her
pussy licked while she reached around to play with Amy's tits.

Don reached up to adjust Shelonda's position a little and

began to lap at her very wet pussy and clit. His nose slipped into her vagina
and then teased her ass as he moved back and forth over her. All the while, he
could feel Amy moving up and down on him and Nicole's fingers inside her pussy.
He couldn't see what was going on, but he could definitely tell when Amy began
to come again. Not only did her ass clench and relax on him as she came, but
she cried out in a dramatic and heartfelt wail.

As the girls climbed off him, Don realized that he still had

not come. He also knew that there was one woman he had not yet fucked that
evening. He caught hold of Shelonda's narrow waist and quickly coaxed her into
position on her hands and knees. As the other two girls focused their attention
on Shelonda's pretty face and swinging breasts, Don drove his cock into her
waiting vagina. Once he was good and slick again, though, he pulled back and
then pushed himself firmly into Shelonda's tight ass. He remembered the night
in the disco when he had first been welcomed into that sweet embrace. He smiled
down at her dark, muscular back and fucked her with passionate abandon. She
pushed back at him eagerly.

"Come inside my ass, Don!" Shelonda called out.

"Fill me with your cum!"

He felt Amy's fingertips moving on Shelonda's pussy lips and

clit, and tried to hold off until Shelonda was coming, but it was too late for
that. Everything up until that moment had brought him to the brink and he was
too far gone to hold back. He threw his head back and groaned, shoving himself
deep into Shelonda as his cock spasmed and filled her ass with hot cum. This
helped carried Shelonda over the edge too, and she cried out as her own orgasm
swept through her leaving her and Don lying collapsed on the table in a
quivering, laughing pile.

The other two girls lay down with them, caressing and

kissing their hair and sweaty skin.

The next day Don was allowed to find his way out into the

garden. Since the Wizard had let him know beforehand that this would happen, he
was wearing clothing that would allow him to practice his kung fu in the open
center of the garden – loose pants, shoes that were almost moccasins, and a
light vest. After taking the time to stretch thoroughly, Don began to put himself
through a full routine. He was very happy to notice that he was not only
maintaining his conditioning but seemed to be in quite a bit better shape than
he had been when had arrived in Eros. He was able to hold his stances longer
and lower, had more stamina and endurance, and was able to kick and jump higher
and more nimbly.

He was enjoying the workout so much that he had almost

forgotten that he was supposed to have an ulterior motive. Upon finishing a
particularly long and demanding open-hand form, he was a little surprised to
hear a woman's voice saying, "That was very graceful, sir."

Don smiled, turned and bowed, "Thank you..." He

was about to add, "milady," because it sounded like the appropriate
way to address the Wizard's wife, but he was suddenly caught off guard. He had
expected a woman who more or less resembled the Wizard. Not necessarily so
tall, or quite so old, perhaps, but certainly older and not particularly
attractive. Instead he beheld a beautiful young woman with long auburn hair falling
over her bare shoulders in loose curls. She wore a white gown with flowing
skirts and a cinched bodice that accentuated her very thin waist and full,
medium-sized breasts. Her smiling lips were red, and her emerald green eyes
were framed by long lashes. Don thought she bore a striking resemblance to Rita
Hayworth, and found himself wondering if she had gorgeous dancer's legs.

Still smiling, Don said, "My name is Don, are you the

lady of the house?"

She inclined her head and said, "I am. My name is

Madeleine."

"It is an honor to meet you, milady. My friends and I

are your very grateful guests."

"Ah, yes," she murmured. "And where are your

three enthusiastic friends?"

"I believe they are swimming in the pool. Would you

like me to go fetch them?"

She laughed a little. "No, that's quite alright. I am

only taking my daily walk through the garden. Would you care to accompany
me?"

"It would be my pleasure," Don bowed again. He

approached her and offered her his arm. Without hesitation, she slipped her arm
through his and laid her warm hand on his sweaty wrist. "Do you have a
customary path, milady?"

"I do," she nodded, "but perhaps it is a good

day to try something new."

This certainly seems to be going well, Don thought.

"My husband tells me that you seek a friend of yours

who is lost in the forest."

"Yes, he has graciously offered to help us find

her."

"How generous of him," she smiled.

"He strikes me as a particularly generous man,"

Don nodded, thinking of things quite different than the offer of assistance.

"Yes, I'm sure. And you are determined to find this

friend of yours?"

"Certainly."

"She is perhaps more than just a friend?"

"Much more, milady."

"And yet you have three other friends, with whom you

are apparently on rather intimate terms."

Don decided to play coy, "Milady?"

She paused a moment, then said, "So my husband has

informed me."

"Yes, well, my three companions are my friend's friends

as well."

"Interesting," Madeleine smiled, "and does

this include intimacy as well."

"It certainly does, milady," Don chuckled,

"and quite a bit of it at that."

"And neither you nor your friends are jealous of each

other?"

"No. We want each other to be happy, and to experience

as much joy as possible."

"How open minded and generous of you, Don. Let us sit

there by that fountain."

He led her to the indicated fountain and sat next to her on

a stone bench.

"Now we can speak directly," she said with a smile

that was almost a grin. "My husband can't hear us here, though he is no
doubt still watching."

"Milady?"

"I know what my husband is up to," she laughed.

"I've known all along. The horny bugger wants you to seduce me so that
I'll let him sleep around, or so we can both sleep around."

"Um, the latter," Don nodded.

"And I'll bet he's holding out the promise of helping

you find your friend to get you to play along."

"Yes," Don smiled, "but that was before I met

you. If he had just let me meet you first I would have been quite happy to help
him in this regard."

She smiled and patted his knee, "You're sweet. However,

things aren't quite as he would have you believe."

"No?"

"He wants to believe I'm terribly jealous, but the real

problem is that he's quite insecure. I know my husband, and if I agree to an
open marriage too easily he'll be plagued with doubts and utterly baseless worries.
I know the difference between love and sex, Don. Moreover, I know the
difference between sex and fucking amazing sex – and what you four showed off
last night was fucking amazing sex!"

Don was a bit taken aback to hear her saying

"fucking" so freely.

"I love my husband more than any other man or woman,

and I knew plenty of both before I met him, let me tell you! And, I know my
husband loves me. It doesn't bother me that he wants to screw the occasional
hottie, or three. I certainly want to let you fuck me till I can't walk
straight."

Don smiled broadly, and said, "I'm glad to hear that,

because..."

"Hold on there, stud," she laughed. "We've

got to play this just right. It's important that my husband thinks it was his
plan that did the trick. That way he won't think I just let the first guy with
a nice dick and a talented tongue, fuck me."

"I don't suppose the two of you would consider just

talking to each other," Don offered, hoping she would reject the idea. He
was quite taken with the idea of seeming to seduce this gorgeous woman.

"Oh, certainly," Madeleine smiled. "We've

talked. He knows that I found the show you put on last night very titillating.
I practically attacked him as soon as you were done. He's mentioned the open
attitude of most of the people in Eros frequently enough that I know what's on
his mind. But, as I said, I know my husband, and I know what it will take to
make this work."

"OK then," Don nodded, "what's next

then?"

"I will play hard to get, but intrigued, until

tomorrow," she said. "I suspect he'll want you to put on another show
this evening. Would you mind going down on the other two girls?"

"No, not at all!"

"Wonderful! That looked divine," she sighed.

"Then, after he drops a few more hints, I'll suggest something like... Oh,
I know. I'll tell him that if someone like you were to slip into my bedroom
without warning I wouldn't mind being ravished, or something to that
effect."

"That does sound a little awkward," Don admitted.

She waved that off, "I'll work it out. Maybe I'll just

wait until he's got his cock in me. He'll get the gist then without paying
attention to the way I phrase it."

"Um, yes, I can see that."

"Then, all you have to do is follow through," she

smiled. "Think you can do that?"

Don chuckled, "Yes, I'm quite sure."

"Wonderful." Then she lowered her voice, though

she had said they couldn't be overheard, "I really am looking forward to
letting you have your way with me."

"The feeling is quite mutual, milady!"

"It's a date, then," she laughed. "Now, would

you be so kind as to escort me back to the house?"

Just as Madeleine had said, the Wizard came to them before

dinner time and said that, although she found Don charming, she still wasn't
quite sold on the idea of doing anything intimate with anyone. He suggested
that they put on yet another show with dinner, and our four heroes were quite
happy to oblige. This time, Don made a point of making each of the three women
come with his lips, tongue and – here and there – his teeth.

Don repeated his kung fu routine in the garden. Again, the

Wizard's wife met him, and again they walked back to the fountain. She
confirmed that she had dropped the appropriate hint to her husband, and then
said, "Now, grab me and kiss me."

Don had been thinking how much he wanted to kiss those ruby

red lips since the day before, so he didn't need to be told twice. He quickly
slipped his arm around her slim waist, and pulled her to him. Holding the side
of her face gently in his hand so she couldn't turn away, he pressed his ardent
lips against hers. He thrilled to feel her arms slip around him and hold him
for a moment. She began to return his kiss, but then pushed him away. She
slapped him then, but not too hard, and he was able to catch her wrist. Holding
her hand to his face, he turned and kissed her palm.

Yanking her hand away and scowling angrily, Madeleine said,

"That was perfect, I can't wait to do more of that!" Then she made a
show of storming off to the house.

Don shook his head, and then made his way back inside.

He was relaxing with the girls in the shallow end of the

pool when the Wizard came to see them. Though he was obviously a bit distracted
by the naked women, he was intent on his plans in regard to his wife. The
Wizard paced back and forth by the pool as he enthused, "Everything is
going perfectly!"

"Are you sure?" Don asked, though he was pretty

confident on that particular score.

"Yes, she insists that she is angry with you for

kissing her, and perhaps she is, but she is much more excited than angry."

"How can you tell?" Shelonda wanted to know.

"The ardor she displayed during our lovemaking just

after her walk in the garden was exceptional!" the Wizard explained.
"I know just how to proceed tonight. She said she was afraid you might
steal into her bedroom and ravish her. I could tell this thought excited her
very much, though."

"Well, alright," Don said, "but how will this

help convince her to try an open relationship?" This was a point of the
plan that remained sincerely murky to him, and the wife's complicity hadn't helped
clarify matters.

"Ah," the Wizard smiled, "that will depend

upon me getting her to admit that she had a good time."

"Assuming she has a good time, eh, Professor?" Amy

winked at Don.

"Well, I'll do my best," Don grinned.

That evening, while the girls were as frisky in the dining

room as before, Don remained aloof. He had no doubt that he could perform more
than adequately later even if he did play with the girls, but he frankly wanted
to concentrate his attention on the Wizard's lovely wife at least for tonight.
For himself, the Wizard had said that, though he would be sure she was again
watching the dining room, he would find some reason to be unable to satisfy any
resulting "urges" his wife might develop that evening.

Later, after the girls had given a good warm-up show and

after the door out of the bedroom opened of its own accord, Don left his three
companions and followed the opening doors into a part of the house he had not
yet seen. He was wearing only a soft, dark dressing robe he had found in the
closet. He eventually found himself climbing a staircase up to at least the
fourth floor of the large building. As the stairs stopped at this level, Don
supposed this was the top floor of the house. There were only two doors
available to him in the short corridor, and he had been told to go to the left
one, which he now did. The door did not swing open as he approached, so he put
his hand on the lever and slowly pushed it down. Madeleine was expecting him,
but he was sure the Wizard would be watching and he wanted to make things look
convincing. In the back of his mind, Don was worried that if the Wizard caught
on to his wife's subterfuge he might withhold his assistance in
finding Toshia.

Don opened the door just enough to slip through into the

candlelit bedroom. This chamber was even larger than the rather large bedroom
Don had been sharing with his companions. Across the room, near the large,
canopied bed, Madeleine sat in front of a gilded table and mirror brushing her
long auburn hair. She was wearing a sheer robe of pink.

She was turned three-quarters away from him, and the mirror

was facing the wrong way to reflect Don as he crept into the room. Apparently
sensing his entrance anyway, she said, "Ah, couldn't carry on with me
after all, eh?"

Don waited until he was almost to her before he said,

"What man could?"

Madeleine twisted and rose in a single lightning motion,

raising her hairbrush as a weapon against him. "You!" she gasped.
"What are you doing here?"

Don paused a moment to admire the feminine form only barely

obscured by her see-through robe. He had been right to imagine that she had
long, dancer's legs. Her waist was narrow, her belly flat, and her breasts
full, but not too big. She was glaring at him with a good semblance of shock,
fear and anger.

"I have followed where my desire led," Don said

taking a step forward. "It brought me here."

"Well, it had better lead you back the way you

came."

He slowly reached up and took hold of the hand holding the

brush, saying, "I don't believe you want me to leave."

"But I tell you that I do," Madeleine insisted.

"Your eyes tell me that you lie," Don smiled.

He moved a bit closer, and took the brush from her hand.

"My eyes?"

"They dwell too long on my bare flesh, and on my lips, and

when you look me in the eye I see that you want more of what I started in the
garden." He slipped up close enough to her that he could set the brush on
the table behind her.

Madeleine leaned back away from him, and said, "I look

at your bare flesh because I'm shocked that you would come into the bedroom of
another man's wife wearing only that robe. I look at your lips because I
remember the liberty you so rudely took. As for what you think you see in my
eyes, well, you see what you want to see."

Don moved his hand – the one that had put the brush down –

to her lower back, lightly touching her. Very slowly he raised his right hand
up to brush his fingers along her jaw. "I do see what I want," he
smiled.

She kept her hands at her sides, hands now grasping the edge

of her dressing table, "I will scream for my husband."

"Scream then," Don leaned in closer, so that his

nose was next to hers. They were both whispering now. "Do you think I
could be here now if he didn't permit it?"

"How dare you!" she hissed.

He held her soft cheek in the palm of his hand and said,

"If you tell me to leave, I will leave."

"I have said it," she murmured.

"But you don't say it," Don smiled. His lips

brushed against hers. "If I do anything that displeases you, say so and
I'll go."

"And if what you don't do..."

Don kissed her then, not quickly like in the garden but

slowly and sensuously. She returned the kiss, tentatively at first but with
increasing passion. He felt her hands on his sides, holding him in place.

To be continued.

By BradentonLarry for Literotica

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