The Immortal, Volume 2
Copyright© 2024 by INtrinSicliValud
Chapter 82
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 82 - Volume 2 is a compendium of the next thirty-eight chapters of Jim’s saga. As his relationship with Mandy deepens, the hints of her troubled marriage cause him to question their future, his motivation, and hers. Is he also a monster, corrupting her? And when others become involved in their shared world, Mandy’s innate talents are revealed. (Warning: Jim predates nifty little modern sexuality tags; if it's pleasurable or called for, he will do it.)
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/Ma Consensual BDSM Harem Polygamy/Polyamory Anal Sex Exhibitionism Oral Sex Water Sports
Thanksgiving Day dawned bright, and I flung open the bathroom French doors to inhale the crisp morning air. When the curtains fluttered below, I looked down as they parted. Mandy’s smile flashing up at me brightened the world even more. But, of course, the imp went one step further.
After a quick check over her shoulder, she tugged apart her robe. While doing a slow, sultry spin, she flashed that devilish grin. Yes, she’d missed me while they’d been away. When I blew her a kiss, she bit deep into her lip. But she had to tug the robe closed when Charles wandered behind her, yawning. Except she didn’t close it all the way. And as I scanned the center of her sleek torso, those teeth sank even deeper.
Well, that set my mood to intense happiness, and by the time he opened their front door, my pulse was speeding. However, after setting a cake dish in their kitchen and receiving a tall whiskey from him, we sat to enjoy a delicious meal. Mandy and Susan had gone all out, and the traditional feast was a swirl of delightful aromas and flavors.
On the surface, everything appeared normal. With him at the head of the table, Mandy was across from me, while Susan sat in the chair beside me. The conversation roamed from the latest tittering exploits of Susan’s slutty roommate to Charles’ most recent projects.
Each time I scanned his wife in an ankle-length, backless russet gown that hugged her petite frame like a flickering candle, my heartbeat soared. It was being stoked by her toes rubbing between my legs. Not to be outdone, Susan’s hand had dropped to find my thigh. Between them, every squeeze had the world blurring.
Although Mandy I could understand, Susan had come on strong as soon as she’d appeared. With Mandy in the kitchen, putting the finishing touches on the turkey, Charles and I had been standing in the living room. His attention was fixed on a television interview while I sipped from a tumbler when Susan’s sleek little frame clad in a curve-hugging champagne dress walked to me.
Other than a hem that slid along her upper thighs, the outfit wasn’t too revealing. But she’d slowed to glide past me, rubbing her rear across the front of my trousers.
“Hmm, careful, kitten. I hunger,” I whispered into glossy dark-blonde hair, smelling of tropical fruit.
“Me too, Uncle Jim,” she murmured, and after a gentle press backwards into me, giggled while moving to help her mom.
So, yeah, she was in play as well. While we ate, each glance into her simmering brown pools had so many questions tumbling in my head. As did similar looks at her mother. Why? As her toes worked, they were glancing off Susan’s fingers. What were they up to?
“ ... California, Jim?” At Charles’ voice, I focused on him.
“Uh, sorry,” I muttered.
“I’m heading to California.” With a fork halted in midair, he glanced across the table at his wife. “Mandy’s coming along.”
“Oh, um...” Words failed me. She’d mentioned no trip.
“Ah, okay.” I scanned them both as her toes pushed hard into my straining crotch. “So—”
“What’s your thoughts on the left coast?” He gulped down the forkful. “Have you been out there?”
“Yeah...”
As I gave him the twenty-thousand-foot overview, the women discussed their Black Friday shopping plans. Between them massaging me, and my mind tracking their comments and forming answers to his questions, time wandered. At the quiet clatter of utensils, I scanned the table. Somehow, plates had been emptied and my belly was full.
With his face to the TV, Charles was focused on a kick-off. But Mandy’s glimmering blue pools were locked on me. And that growl started deep within my core.
“Oh, I love that look, Jim,” Mandy said with a grin as her toes eased along my throbbing hardness. “Satisfied, huh?”
“Um, yeah.” I smiled back and pushed into her foot. “Kinda.”
“Dessert?” She giggled, then glanced at the kitchen. “That cake looked awfully yummy.”
“Yes, um, cake.” While scanning her and her daughter’s twinkling eyes, I snorted over the rim of my bourbon. “Yummy.”
“Hmm.” After a glance at her husband, still fixated on the game, she stood. “Looks like we’ll be having it in the living room. Susan, give me a hand.” When I reached for a dish, Mandy shooed me away with a curt flick of her palm. “Nope, you’re a guest.”
While she turned to the kitchen with her hands full, her daughter slid closer. As the fruity shampoo and a simple perfume slithered into my nostrils, she glided fingers across my straining trousers. With her dad so close and turning to find his glass, it was a swift squeeze. But the flash of her eyes as she bounced away giggling promised so much more.
When they returned bearing plates of cake, the cutest quiet giggles escaped both of them. As Charles moved to his armchair, gaze still on the game, his daughter handed him a slice. After sliding a piece into my hands as I followed them, Susan lay across the couch on her stomach, facing away from me. Once she’d placed earbuds into her ears, her head bobbed as muted music came on her phone.
Which left only one seat remaining. When Mandy took the plate from me and placed it and hers on the table next to the armchair, my eyebrows tightened. But as she leaned for her tablet, the stretching muscles of her toned back had my hardness throbbing.
“Oh, Jim.” She pushed me towards the chair. “Let me show you the stars I caught on my camera.”
Even as I sat, she moved before me. As her husband chuckled at the game, she pulled aside the rear of the dress to reveal a bare behind. At last, catching her hint, I rushed to tug on my zipper and unleash my trapped rod just in time for her to lower herself.
“She’s been showing off her pictures to me all day,” he grumbled before sliding a forkful of cake into his mouth. “Your turn.”
“Mm-hmm,” I murmured while swallowing a groan as intense pulsing heat slurped downwards to engulf my cock. After licking my lips, I forced a grin when he turned to glance back at me. “Yeah, uh, Mandy is very adamant about sharing.”
“Mmm, yes Jim.” The tablet shook in her hands as she eased ever lower, taking me into her slippery tightness. “Oh, God. Um, I do love to share.”
After another chuckle, he returned to the game and his cake. When she slowed, her descent braked by my cock’s thickest ridges, I slid my fingers to her ribs and pulled her further into my lap. Once squirming at last on my thighs, she flung a fist to her lips to muffle a moan. After a tremor slipped through her, she moved aside those wavy dark tresses to find me with her smile. The grin of my impish lover.
“Mmm, happy Thanksgiving, you sexy stud,” she whispered before sighing as she eased her hips in a slow circle. “God, I’m so fucking full of cock. Thanks for coming, Jim.” She giggled. “But, uh, gonna come big, baby.”
“Slutty little cheating wife,” I muttered into her ear.
“Um-hmm.” After glancing at Charles, she nodded.