Free 50 SHADES of EROTICA: Mega Collection of 50 Erotic Stories by Lexi Hunt

pointed towards the ceiling.  Meredith lost track of her orgasms after the first few minutes.
     
    When they were both spent and had collapsed in each other’s arms, James said, “You heard me say I loved to show you off, didn’t you?”
     
    “Mmmhmm,” she sighed, snuggling her face into the hollow of her neck.  He was more than half soft, but she could still feel him inside her.
     
    “Jesus,” he said, “wonder what you would have done if I had told you I’d like to watch you suck Terry’s cock?”  Meredith came, the lips of her pussy squeezing down almost painfully around his flaccid cock.
     
    The next Saturday started out rainy and dreary, but James still gave her an outfit that he laid out on the bed for her when she was working in the kitchen. Her eyes lit up as she took in the outfit, wondering if she’d have the nerve to wear it.  One glance told her that she’d have to make special preparations if she was going to dare to wear it in front of the men.  She smiled to herself, wondering how she would look with all that hair shaved off.
     
    There were a couple of calls before eight o’clock, and two knocks at the door before Meredith worked up the nerve to come out.  She called out from the kitchen before she looked in the living room to see who needed a beer, but James answered that he only needed two.  Boldly she stepped into the living room, prepared to dazzle the boys in the skimpiest outfit she’d ever even seen.  There were only two men present, James and Terry.  “Everybody else called and said it was too nasty out, and Al decided not to stay because there weren’t enough people to play,” James said laconically.
     
    Terry took the beer from her as he simply stared in sheer disbelief at what Meredith was wearing.  She caught the gleam in James’s eye and walked over in front of Terry.  “How do you like it Terry?”  She twirled as if she were a model on a stage.
     
    Terry had never seen a microbikini before, it was really just a collection of spaghetti straps and small patches no larger than a man’s thumb covering strategic spots.  For all intents and purposes, Meredith was naked.  James stood up and walked over to the stereo, turning it on to a late night channel.  The music was loud and sleazy, just like in a bar or a strip joint.
     
    “Why don’t you dance for us baby?” James teased.
     
    The mood was definitely on her, and the music was the way she liked it, loud and rowdy.  Her hips flashed and her arms went above her head…in seconds, Meredith was in a fantasy world all her own.  When the disc jockey put an old Poison album, Open Up and Say Ah, she was taken back few years and got positively nasty.  She twirled and turned, working up a slick sheen of sweat, and began to tease the two men by getting as close to them as she could without touching them.
     
    She watched James out of the corner of her eye as she bent over Terry’s head, the tiny fabric covering of her nipple actually inside of his mouth.  Her husband was grinning like a kid at Christmas.
     
    She turned to James and executed the same move, but this time her finger caught at the narrow string, exposing her nipple, allowing his lips to close down over her rigid nipple and causing her to gasp at the thrill of the contact.  Meredith twirled again and pulled Terry’s chair out from the table.  When the second song on the album started, she straddled Terry’s lap and shook her hard belly in front of his eyes.  As he stared at her wide eyed, she lifted the straps from her shoulders, completely baring her breasts to his hungry gaze.
     
    Terry was now oblivious to the fact that Meredith’s husband was watching her dance, all but naked, in his lap.  She reached out and grabbed his head, pressing her nipple into his open mouth, and using her hands, she closed his mouth on her breast.   Shivering at the first sexual contact with anyone but James in twelve years, she glanced back at her