I’ve Been Sent to Make You Happy

Just enjoy me, okay?

I’m walking up the long drive of your stately home.

Are you watching from the turret?

Yes, it’s actually happening, Brian. As you know, my sometime boyfriend Daniel is your business associate, and I guess you really helped him out on a big deal.

I know it’s very “low-self-esteemy” of me to agree to this. But Daniel told me he wanted to do something special for you to show his gratitude. And I knew what he meant right away.

Why?

Because he asked me to do it once before and I agreed. It was a while ago. He sent me to visit a couple in England for the weekend. There was nothing stated. It was just “Why don’t you go stay with Nigel and Linda for a weekend. They admire you greatly.”

He shows people my writing. I guess he showed you guys too, Brian. I hope it didn’t give you the wrong idea about me. I’m pretty hyper sexual, yes, but I’m not an escort.

Daniel is not paying me. You don’t need to tip me afterwards.

I just love being a third. And the pictures of your wife Emily really turned me on.

She is a gorgeous, gorgeous woman. I understand she used to model in Milan, I’m not surprised.

You’re not bad yourself. I’m sorry about asking for a dick pic. It’s just that my pussy is incredibly tight and I cannot have much fun if a guy’s dick is too big. Yours seems just right.

So this is the way I’m hoping this goes.

You guys greet me at the big door of the mansion. You welcome me and tell me how happy you are to see me and we do the Euro double cheek kiss you know. And maybe the servant shows me to my guest quarters and tells me what time dinner is.

I go up there and change into another outfit. Not because I’m inappropriately dressed but this leather skirt does seem a bit much now that I’m seeing your wife in her sun dress and you in the nice blazer. I do feel a bit underdressed. So I change into a more conservative skirt with a simple white top with some black lingerie underneath. And I put some pearls on just to make myself seem a tad virginal, LOL.

We share a lovely gin and tonic before we go into the dining room. And I’m a bit tipsy as you show me where to sit. Between you two, that’s a good idea.

We have some wine as the appetizer is served. I get more tipsy and we start flirting more. Your wife seems more relaxed. I ask if you’ve ever had a threesome before and you are a bit offended, of course you have. We love it, you say. And I’m glad you know the drill. How this is supposed to work.

“You’re wife is so hot, Brian,” I say.

She’s a slim blonde, about 30 years old, probably about twenty years younger than Brian. She’s making me so wet with that cool beauty of hers. Then I’m thinking something, but don’t really mean to say it out loud, but it comes out. That just happens to me sometimes.

“And. you’re going to get to fuck both of us, Brian!” I say. “You lucky dog!”

“I am very lucky,” he says. “And most grateful to your boyfriend Daniel for lending you to us.”

“Oh he’s not my boyfriend,” I say. “I’ve been kind of mad at him for a couple years actually. But we stay in touch. I guess you must have made him some money, huh?”

“Oh only about three hundred million,” Brian brags.

“Brian, don’t be gauche,” scolds his wife.

“Sorry darling.”

“Well, I want you to know,” I venture. “That I really want both of you to totally enjoy me. Like I’m a living, breathing, human treat that Daniel sent to you for your utter pleasure. You tell me how you want it to go, and I’ll do it your way.”

“Oh, let’s just let things unfold naturally, shall we?” says Emily.

After dinner we retire to the little sitting room and that’s when the fun starts. Your wife and I start looking into each others eyes and touching each other’s hands.

“I can’t believe I’m actually sitting here with Christine Stevens,” Emily says, so sweetly. “You know Brian and I read your stories almost every night in bed. It was a wild fantasy of mine to have you visit us. And then, Brian told me you were actually coming and I thought he was having me on.”

“Oh, I’m going to be actually coming real soon,” I joke. “And I think you will too, baby.”

That’s when she leans in for our first kiss. Brian films it with his iPhone and sends it to me later. And yes, he’s filming with one hand.

It’s nice. Her mouth tastes nice. A little bit like that red wine we just drank. But something sweet too, and since we haven’t eaten dessert, I tell her she’ll be the dessert and I can’t wait to eat it. She likes that.

After a few minutes of snogging I look up and see he’s got his trousers around his ankles and the stiffest hard-on I’ve ever seen — looks like you could use it as a battering ram to raid a medieval fortress. And then it occurs to me that I’m the medieval fortress. And that battering ram is going to knock down my gates. I get a little flutter of nervous excitement. `

What about you, reader? Are you starting to get aroused? Are my male readers raising their flag poles? Are my female ones starting to moisten their panties/. Good. I invite you to touch yourself like Brian does, because what the hell is life for if not for getting hot and bothered and horny and sexually satisfied?

Just to make it even harder I say to him, “During dinner Brian, you kept telling me about the stories I write that you like best, and I did notice that a lot of them involved anal. And I get it. You want to fuck me in the ass.”

“Well, I’m up for anything, as you can see,” he says, gesturing to his stiff flagpole between his legs.

“That’s cool.” I say. “I actually can’t wait to give Daniel the “report” after, where I tell him I gave my ass to you guys. And I do want to give it to both of you. I would love your wife to lick my ass while you fuck me, Brian. I love that actually. It’s not easy to accomplish but I will show you how. You put a pillow under small of my back so there is a few inch gap between my asshole and the sheets. Your wife can sneak in there. Then as you fuck me in missionary, she will do her work on my pretty little butthole and it always makes me squirt, just saying, so keep the towel ready, but I know you will have that because you have read my work.”

Emily pushes me over to Brian, giving me the kind of permission to start giving him some of that ole Christine magic.

Oh readers, readers, readers. Watch me now as I start kissing on Brian. It’s pretty hot. Pretty fucking hot. Emily filmed it with a big smile on her face so I guess she wasn’t jealous. That’s good. Sometimes the wives get possessive at the last minute.

“Oh, Emily,” I say. “I think I need to suck your husband’s dick. Do I have your permission?”