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Book Night - Foreword
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Book Night - Foreword John clicked the remote to close the garage door, got out and grabbed the paper bag. The paper bag in his arm crinkled and shifted forward and back as he shut the door behind him. The sounds of the ladies laughing in the living room greeted him making him sure his entrance would go unnoticed. Gently pushing the empty bottle to the side, he placed the bag down on the dark granite countertop. Pulling the bottles out of the paper bag he could sense the ladies were in rare form tonight. Then again maybe this is always how Book Night went after he retreated to his man cave or went out, then again maybe it was because Patricia and Sally weren’t here. He could feel his shoulders tighten and knot up at the mere mention of Sally. She was about as blunt as railroad sledgehammer. Mindlessly opening the drawer to where the corkscrew should have been, John kept thinking about Sally. What was her deal anyway? She never laughed and she was about as friendly as a rabid wolverine. There weren’t many people he didn’t like and she was at the top of the list. She was supposed to be attractive but something about her made her so unappealing. He had no idea what Holly saw in her outside them working together. She just needed to get laid or something. That very thought sent shivers down his spine, oh that poor man. The slow squeak and loud pop of the cork snapped him out of his thoughts. He was so busy in his ranting about Sally he hadn’t noticed the ladies had made the fifteen foot trek from sofa to the kitchen until he felt Holly’s hand on his shoulder. He turned around and gave Holly a quick peck. “Sorry I didn’t mean to interrupt Wine Drinking night, I mean Book Night” he drawled in an overacted sarcastic tone. “But I brought the supplies so you lovely ladies can enjoy your evening of Riesling err reading.” Holly just rolled her eyes despite John chuckling. He always found himself very funny regardless what everyone else thought. Holly had been listening to his bad puns and dorky humor for what seems like forever, for as long as there was a John & Holly. Then again that ability to be goofy, to make her laugh, and smile was part of John’s charm. Like anyone he had his faults and he gave her plenty of fodder when the ladies got together and gossip about their husbands and boyfriends. Yet, she knew he always put her first and she always felt safe and loved whenever she got to be in his arms. John turned to Monique and lifted one of the bottles of wine he had just just opened. He couldn’t help but smile when he looked at her beautiful face. Damn she looked beautiful tonight, she did every night for that matter he imagined. Her skin looked so soft, flawless and delicious, like it was warm chocolate just before it started to set. The plunging neckline of her top showcased her cleavage like it was to be conscripted to hang in the Sorbonne.He made sure not to look but just knew it was there. She had a way about her that was upbeat, fun, flirty, erotic that it was both hard and effortless to be around her. John was sure the kindred bond he had with her was one sided, that the constant banter and flirting they shared was just her kind nature enjoying and appeasing her best friend’s husband. Yet to him, everything just seemed to be natural and effortless like there was a natural synchronized cadence between them that peeled back his walls. But being that close to someone that gorgeous and that he had an overpowering attraction to was beyond temptation. He felt like he could always just be his natural self with her, yet how could he with morality and societal norms having such rigid barriers. John felt his cheeks smiling wide to the point they ached. He figured he must look like an idiot with such a broad smile plastered to his face so he tried his best to deflect the attention into a different light. “Monique I got you your Gee..geee...um.. gee-whata-miner....Gee whatchamacall it. That is your favorite right?” Monique smiled “Yes thank you Johnny” she slowed to enunciate that Gewurztraminer was indeed her favorite. “Gesundheit” John chuckled with a cheshire cat grin. Monique hid how impressed she was he knew her favorite type of wine and gave a playful shove to his shoulder. “You are so bad Johnny.” The scene looked like it belonged on an elementary school playground where the boy teased the girl and the girl failed to hide how much she liked it. Monique was the only person he let call him Johnny. Somehow the way she said it made him feel a little flash of excitement.This was always how it was between the two. There was an instant chemistry and ease of being since they first met. This was a quick snapshot of time but the jolt of energy that coursed through Monique’s hand and crackled and tingled down John’s spine seemed to linger inside for several breaths. He was so enamoured with her that her very touch decalcified every bone within him. She had such a free way about her. He had watched several boyfriends come and go over the years they have known each other. All would be suitors were all very handsome, dapper but more player than boyfriend material. There was a fierceness of will within her yet she was so sweet, some seem to prey on that. Monique was fairly reserved and he suspected someone really broke her heart years ago but there was a kindness and sincerity about her that she couldn't hide to those that looked. Damn if that sweet soul wasn’t inside a body built for sin. John couldn’t count the amount of times he had to stop himself from looking at her cleavage because he knew one look and his eyes would be lost there until someone noticed. She had curves that made your knees go weak if you followed them from head to toe. Her soft creamy mocha coffee skin begged to be caressed. Luckily filling up the glass of wine mercifully snapped John out of his lustful internal rambling, otherwise he would have gone on all night just thinking about everything, seen and unseen, he found so attractive about her. He would never act on his urges, but make no mistake not acting on his wants didn’t mean he didnt have numerous desires involving her. They were close friends and that’s all they would ever be. “For you two beauties I picked up these two beautiful Pinot Noir.” “Dear Lord John, three bottles of wine for three ladies. What are you trying to do? Trying to get us all drunk or what.” The tone of Holly’s voice immediately put John on the defensive. John quickly surveyed the ladies faces, unsure if this was a joke or if was some sort of Y chromosome blindness he had stepped into. The faces that had been laughing and having a great time were suddenly stoic and his eyes quickly started trying figure out what went wrong and felt like he need to start pleading forgiveness. “No...no..I… I figured the” swallowing hard he continued “I figured one of the Pinots would be more than enough for both of you and the second one would be so we already had a full bottle for next time. I figured Monique’s bottle would keep until next time.” His sad puppy eyes, again quickly darted between each of the ladies faces, trying to assess where he went wrong , how much trouble he was in. Several moments of heavy silence ensued. “I’m sorry I didn’t…” That’s when he saw Monique and Andrea’s lips struggling to hide the smile. The apologetic look was changed to one of bewilderment as John shook his head hoping that would jar some understanding into his head. Holly laughed and walked over placed both hands on his cheeks and kissed him. “We were just messing with you hun, you are so adorable.” Blinking a few times as his mind struggled to process all the data and catch up, John finally breathed a sigh of relief and could feel the tension deflate from his body and the embarrassment at his childlike naivety make his cheeks blush. “You naughty ladies got me good.” Giving Holly a playful spank “You are lucky you have two beautiful ladies here to protect you, not sure what I would do but it would be something.” Laughing at himself allowed him to fully regain his composure. “See now after that I am tempted not to give naughty ladies the snacks I so thoughtfully got for you”. Turning his back in mock disgust he overacted, crossed his arms and held his head up extremely high like a pouty princess. In stereo and baby tone voices both Monique and Andrea said “awwwww” and went over and started caressing his shoulders and back. The touch of their hands made him feel like a hydroelectric generator that just kicked on. The sudden surge of electricity that shot through him made it hard for him to focus let alone keep up the act. Andrea’s sultry whisper rang in his ear. “Do you feel better now handsome. You know you can’t be upset with us.” John couldn’t help but nervously chuckle and turn around. He paused to allow his heart rate return to normal after it sped up when he felt Andrea’s breath against his neck. “Of course. How on Earth could anyone really be upset with you lovely ladies. You are each a force of nature and when you get together well we all know lil ol’ me can’t resist ya.” He couldn’t ever stop himself from flirting with Monique or Andrea. Why does Holly have to have such hot friends the Jiminy Cricket in his head cursed. He counted his blessings Holly put up with him. “Anyway...you ladies go sit down get comfortable and I will bring some snacks out so you can do...well do whatever you do during your book club”. He smiled and gave Holly a wink as he watched them walk past the dining table and then into the living room. He opened the fridge and pulled out the cheese and snack pepperoni. He grabbed the orange pineapple juice and rattled the little amount that was left around inside the carton trying to judge how much was left. He unscrewed the top and looked down thru it like he was looking down a barrel. There was barely half a serving left but years of domestication, or non caveman like manners as Holly put it, stopped him from drinking it straight from the carton. He pulled out a glass, poured the juice in and downing it like a shot and slid the glass towards the sink. He proceed to arrange the platter with crackers, pepperoni slices, cheese, some berries, and other fruit on the platter. He popped a slice of pepperoni into his mouth and took the platter into the living room. “Here you go ladies. Now you have food to have along with your wine as you have your fifty shades of naughtiness book review. Enjoy.” “You know John” Andrea said as she put her wine down, crossed her legs, and leaned forward slightly to look up at at him and to make sure she had his full attention.. “After reading this book we’ve been discussing everyone the Top 5 celebrity lists and you definitely seem to have a type. Yet Holly says if you could have a real life Top 5 hall pass you would only have a top two and it would be me and Monique.” Mortified, John froze like a buffering video file. He felt every drop of blood drain from his entire body and his jaw unhinge from its joint as his jaw hit the floor. He couldn’t have heard that right. His brain shut down and whatever the ladies were now saying was incoherent babble his ears and brain simply didn’t have the bandwidth to process. White noise stung his ears. He stumbled back two half steps as fight or flight short circuited and simply remaining upright was a struggle as an introvert’s worst nightmare became realized. He was in such a daze he wasn’t sure if his body even remembered how to breathe. Saying he was stunned didn’t do justice to how he felt. His eyes scanned the room and all the colors and shapes were distorted, he couldn’t comprehend what he heard or interpret what his eyes saw let alone analyze. He took another step back not sure what to do. Should he feel embarrassed? Betrayed? Shame? He wanted to leave but he just, just literally did not know how. How on earth will he ever be able to face these ladies ever again? His feet seemed to recover quicker then his mind and stumbled their way out of the room and down the hallway to towards the entryway and stairs. It felt like every drop of blood drained from his face and became cement in his feet. What the hell just happened. Was this a bad dream. He still couldn’t believe the nightmare was real and it all really just happened. Each footstep and breath echoed inside him but with such a dull clarity it all seemed surreal. How could the numbness he felt be so painful. The emotions came in tidal waves. Embarrassment weighed him down as he grabbed the banister to head upstairs. Then rage at how Holly could do such a hurtful thing. It was one thing to admit to your spouse you found someone else very attractive, but it was a whole different level of fucked up to then tell those people you would fuck them if given a hall pass opportunity. John was wounded, embarrassed and sad that he probably just lost two friends he actually enjoyed spending time with. The emotions and self monologue had been drowning out Holly’s voice for who knows how long. Holly placed her hand on John’s wrist as he took his third step up the stairs. “John.” He stopped but didn’t turn around. “John.” She kept her hand on his wrist and placed her hand on his back. He instinctively moved away from her touch. “Bear, please.” She knew he was pissed and hurt but he stopped. “Please just stop and let’s talk about this it’s not what you think.” She knew well enough to leave it at that and give him time, for his anger to be realized and then dissipate. She kept her hand on his hand but had let go of his wrist. Several agonizingly quiet minutes passed before John calmed down enough, turned around and fell into a sitting position on the stairs. His eyes staring at individual fibers of the carpet on the stairs but not really seeing anything. “Oh my big strong teddy bear” her eyes welled up a little when she saw how hurt and confused he really was. Softly putting her hands upon his cheeks, “Honey. You know I would never do anything to hurt you and this isn’t what you think.” She pressed her forehead to his and they just stayed there silently for several minutes. They let their breathing align and she lifted his chin. “Honey look at me.” John resisted because he felt so raw it pained him to be this exposed even to the love of his life. Holly kept her hand below his chin maintain the physical contact. John finally looked up at her. He hated feeling this exposed this raw to the point he was numb with pain. “Stay right here ok.” Taking his half hearted blink as his agreement she went back into the living room and grabbed her book. Pulling out her bookmark she handed it to him. “You remember this right.” He looked at the homemade Queen for the Day coupon and shook his head side to side and acquiesced. “Yes.” “Honey do you trust me”. John just nodded agreement. “Honey” Holly pause and searched his eyes and held his gaze. “Do you trust me.” He reply was a very meek “Yes.” with a long pause before he finished “always.” Holly kissed him on his lips as he sat there fairly detached from the world. “Take a few minutes and come back to the living room it will all be ok my big sweet bear.” John sat there waiting for the numbness to drain from him but it felt like it was taking forever till his head cleared.He had probably counted each fiber of the carpet between his feet one hundred times if he had done it once. “Johnny” Her voice was even softer than normal and he felt what must have been every drop of his blood rush and set his skin ablaze.Waves of embarrassment and terror crashed against him like a maelstrom against the ship’s hull. Each soft step she took as she rounded the banister was like the click of the of a trigger as the firing squad took aim. “Monique, I just want to say” Monique cut him off. “Hush yourself, now scoot over” John couldn’t bring his mind to quite understand. He moved over and made room for her to sit down. She sat down next to him, and they just sat there before she leaned against him. The silence was welcomed because then he didn’t have to talk about it. Yet the silence was like a hanging guillotine. John took a deep breath and started to apologize only to have Monique stop him before he even started. He didn’t hear her say Johnny when she took his hand. All he knew in that moment was the flash of warmth flood thru him. Each pounding heartbeat made the heat pulsate from his core. “You trust Holly right Johnny.” “Of, of course.” He said as he kept his gaze to the step. Placing her other hand onto his, “Do you trust me Johnny?” The softness and almost innocence in the vulnerability of her tone softened the tension in his muscles and made him realize he had been clenching his teeth. Despite his terrifying level of embarrassment and guilt, he turned towards her and looked her in her eyes. He got lost in the rich brown hues of her eyes for several moments before he collected himself. “Yeah..yes I do.” Running her hand down his cheek she smiled and he was felt the urge to blush in the way she was looking at him. It was, his brain tried to decipher the message but was still off balance, it was adoration he saw in her gaze. “You are such a sweet sweet man. You know that don’t you Johnny. You’ve always be the one I could always depend on, more than you know.” He had a hard enough time handling compliments and his mind was fumbling a response when she leaned in and kissed him. Her lips felt even softer than they looked. His hand cradled the back of her head as he melted into her. Their lips parted as if they had done this a thousand times before. They explored each other and feed of each other’s desires. His heartbeat was undeniable and he feared it could be heard from miles away. Holly! The thought of Holly made John pull away like a rubber band snapping back into position. “Oh my god Monique I am so sorry I never meant… I shouldn’t… I am so sorry...I didn’t mean to kiss you I …” His apologetic babbling was cut short when he saw the look on her beautiful face. “Ya goof, I kissed you” she chuckled. “I have been wanting to do that for longer than you can imagine. This is the part where you trust me” She gave him a wink and a smile, got up, took his hand and started walking, making him follow before his brain could catch up and question what was happening. Confused he held onto her hand and followed. She held his hand with some real meaning the whole way into the living room. Bring him into the middle of the room, there he could see the ladies had made good use of the wine. Andrea and Holly turned towards John. “So teddybear here’s the deal. I am cashing in my coupon but I think you are getting the better end of the deal.” Andrea leaned forward again, partial to make sure John was focused on her, but also to give him a clear view of her cleavage. “We’ve read this book and well it’s garbage but it has given us some ideas. Your rockstar of a wife has been very gracious in helping us all.” pausing to find the right words Andrea decided to be her usual blunt self. “Ok here’s the deal we all think you there is no one better to help us try some new things. You are going to be our boytoy and you are gonna love every minute of it. See simple.” Holly had a bit of a buzz from the wine and laughed. “Drea you are about as subtle as a tank that why I luv ya.” Both Holly and Andrea set down their nearly empty glasses of wine and made their way to John. Holly looked at John and smiled and gave him a playful wink. “It’s a win-win for everyone hun. It’s ok. Here is what’s going to happen. We are going to blindfold you and you will do as you are instructed. You will only address us by our titles. I am your Queen, Andrea is your Goddess and Monique is your Muse. You will do as you are instructed. Do you understand?” “Yes honey” Holly reached out cupping and squeezing his groin causing him to let out an uncomfortable groan. “Yes what?” she barked. “Yes my Queen.” He said letting out a breath as she released him from her iron grasp. “Good boytoy.” Holly praised. Forever the assertive one Andrea, pulled his shirt out from his jeans. “Time to lose the close there boytoy.” With that she pulled the shirt up forcing John to raise his arms so she could pull the shirt completely off. With his shirt removed, he stood there like Ulysses strapped to the mast falling prey to the sirens call. The three ladies had made good use of the wine to grease any inhibitions they had. Six hands gently slid all over his bare chest, arms and back. He felt like a piece of meat at first, but the sensation of their hands against his skin made him fly. It was like their soft touch was melting into him like warm butter on fresh baked bread straight from the oven. John’s head was spinning from the sight, sounds and sensation of these three nymphs dancing around him. Somehow one of them had already made short work of his belt.John stood there as he felt their hands removing any barriers to their fantasies. Nimble fingers had loosened his belt and pulled it from the waistband with a hiss. His pants and underwear.were wrangled down to the floor. “Step out of them” his Queen commanded, and he complied. Andrea pulled out the blindfold and walked behind John and proceeded to remove his sense of sight. “There can you see?’” “No my Goddess I can’t” John answered with a hint of trepidation. There he stood naked and blind to the three ladies that he never wanted to resist. His hands instinctively went to cover himself. The instructions were quick to come to make sure he was fully exposed. He couldn't stifle the moans as fingers ran over his rigid desire. The ladies seemed to delight in making it twitch and jump as their fingers tease or they leaned down and gently blew on it. He could feel their eyes on him. It felt like sunshine, it was an intense nearly burning heat yet joyous. Hands continue to roam all over him as their fingertips trace every fiber and edge from his thighs to his face. He felt like a desert about ready to be devoured. The slap to his ass, stirred his consciousness and allowed him to refocus. The ladies spent several more moments letting their eyes and hands roam over their toy. John was instructed to kneel on the floor and he complied. Sitting on his heels but with a straight back he wondered what was happening next. The hushed tones of the ladies didn't help clarify their plans. After several minutes of chatting and enjoying themselves, his Queen instructed him to lay down on the floor. His first duty was going to begin. |
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Not sure why sometimes it takes away the formatting / tabs used for indenting when i copy it over but ok lol Sorry about that. Love to hear what people think. This is meant to be part one of a four part story (each lady gets thier own part so to speak). Trying to expand my use of internal and external dialogue but am a bit iffy about it. Not sure if this is to much built up but was think i wanted a good foundation so each of the following three stories can build off of it. Was also trying to tap into more emotional responses and wanted to see if I could take the male protagonist from a crashing low to a building high. Anyway hope you enjoy and am always appreciative of any and all feedback. Thank you. 
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Dear, I enjoy this format as well, It's very different, and I like it alot. You do such a good job, and you enderstand the way the mind works, and therefor you find a way to tap into what our bodies react to ...you are a wonder, and am very gald that you whare your brilliianc with us, please do not stop... thank you dear!! kisses and Happy New Year....
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Well, now don't leave me hanging! As always, you leave me cravin' more. Thanks for putting yourself out there. Enjoyed. *hugs*
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glad you enjoyed and hope you have a most amazing 2017 
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