****Authors' note: If you haven't already, we encourage you to read our "Angels" series for a full background on all the characters
I christened it "The Palace" because I wanted it to be a place of decadence and comfort for the five of us, my new sisters and the man I love. It was to be our home. I decorated it with us all in mind. Expensive art on the walls to satisfy Cory and Grace's eye. A modest but well-stocked library for Zoe. There's a beautiful, functional kitchen, where Heather and I, being the best cooks, spent lots of time. All four bedrooms had massive beds, an Alaskan king in the master and Wyoming kings in the others. There was a jacuzzi, a steam room, and a sun deck. I thought of everything. Lastly, there were cameras everywhere, for our protection.
I closed on the place in early August and nearly a month later we all spent our first night together. After a summer of meeting in hotels and rented houses, we had a place of our own. The sex that night wasn't as uninhibited or explosive as our previous times together, but it was far more present and romantic. The five of us were in love with each other and we all knew it. It made for some truly complicated dynamics, because some feelings were more intense between others. It was clear to everyone that I was deeply in love with Cory, which was fine with Zoe, who was in love with Grace, who was in love with Heather and Zoe. Heather just wanted to be loved and therefore loved us all. And Cory made all of us feel special, even though we all knew Zoe came first. We all usually slept in the master bedroom together, each of us strategically trying to end the night next to Cory, hoping to be in his arms and wake up next to him. After a while, that stopped mattering, because we all received plenty of affection.
The other women spent lots of time together outside of The Palace, going to various social gatherings to find beautiful women for us all to share. Sometimes all of us would partake and sometimes it would just be 1 on 1. For the first few months, I never brought any women to share. It wasn't a point of contention nor was it even very conspicuous. There were so many women coming and going that my lack of participation in procuring new conquests was barely noticed.
Until Cory noticed.
We were alone naked in bed one night, as we so often were when the girls were out to play, and he asked me about it.
"Are you afraid of introducing your friends to your new lifestyle? You've never brought anyone here?"
I laughed at his phrasing, because the fact is I didn't have what I would consider friends in my life before the girls and Cory. I had cordial relationships with the other executives' wives at my husband's company, but they were not friendships. If I'd never met Heather at that company retreat, I would have gone crazy by now. I was so lonely and detached. My children were away from home, thousands of miles away. My life consisted of spending money to cover the pain of my husband's neglect and betrayal. That is all there was of me.
"Do I have to bring anyone?"
"Of course not," he said, as he ran his fingers through my hair.
It was quiet for a moment, clearly we both were searching for the next thing to say. We've never been awkward with each other and Cory wasn't about to let that happen. He abruptly rolled on top of me and playfully threatened me.
"Either you tell me what's on your mind or I'm going to kiss you to death," he said, before immediately beginning to give me soft, warm kisses all over my face and neck and torso. His lips were moist from licking them with his tongue. I loved the fullness of my lips.
"I could do this forever. I'll never tell," I said with a soft breath.
He kissed my hip bone, which felt fucking amazing; it gave me chills. My center was very wet by the time he reached it. He kissed it so gently that my anticipation made more kisses seem hours away. I was starving for him at that point. That's my favorite thing about Cory: he fucks like a composer building toward a monumental crescendo, in full command of every part of a woman's body. I don't believe Cory has ever asked a woman to have sex in his life. He introduces the idea aggressively, playfully (which is sometimes adorably crude) or sweetly, and then based on the reaction, he proceeds accordingly.
He rose up on his knees and opened my legs. He tapped the massive head of his hard. heavy cock on my swollen clit. My cunt was flooded. I wanted him so much, I began to whine and beg for relief.
"Oh,Cory, please fuck me," I heaved.
It was a game at this point, a negotiation that only served to heighten my climax.
"Tell me," he said, as he pushed into me.
I cried out when I felt that amazing plum-sized tip settle into me.
"Oh God! Please! Please, Cory!"
He slowly lowered himself onto me, not allowing himself to sink any deeper. The heat and hardness of his body pressed against me took every last ounce of my willpower.
"Tell me and I'll give you more," he said to me, staring coldly into my helpless eyes.
Staring back at him, I confessed like a soft-hearted criminal who could no longer bear the burden:
"I want to watch you fuck my husband's mistresses. Seduce them. Make them your whores like you've made me, and send them back to him filled with your sweet fucking cum. I want him to taste the man I love inside them. That will be my revenge."
A smile crawled across Cory's lips and he burrowed into me, grinding that large tool right through me.
"Yes. I'll do that for you. I love you, Maya!" he breathed into my ear.
My soul sang as we synchronized orgasms. Our bodies contorted against one anothers and we screamed our joy into the other's ear. God, if I could live in that moment for years I would. It was the moment I began to believe in another life for myself. Divorce. Freedom. Independence. I could do whatever the fuck I wanted.
Cory and I began planning the scheme that would set me free, allowing me to be with him and Zoe and the girls out in the open. I would arrange a meeting with my husband's mistresses, Dawn and Kayla, to confront them and give them the option of exposure or...other arrangements. Dawn was the head of marketing at his company. She was a typical overachieving, career-focused bitch, who managed to give her weak husband one child, while she fucked her way up the ladder. She was 40-something, pretty, dark hair, blue eyes, with nice tits. Kayla was his executive assistant. She was a sexy blonde in her mid-20s who looked like she should be modeling swimsuits rather than booking travel and taking calls for a CEO. I'd known about them for nearly two years.
My husband was so wealthy and powerful that he didn't bother being thorough in covering his tracks. It was all there on his phone and laptop. It pissed me off, knowing how little he thought of me to either be so trusting that I'd never look or that I was so stupid that I wouldn't know where to look. But the most insulting thing he did was book an extra room during the retreat. It was booked under the name of someone who didn't attend. That's where they'd all sneak off to meet. I couldn't have been the only one who knew. It was incomprehensibly humiliating. He could've just asked me to stay at home, but I guess appearances mattered more than my mental well-being.
When the girls returned home, they found Cory and me soaking in the bath. They had company with them, a beautiful redhead (Cory loves reds and Heather wasn't enough) named Tabitha and Kim, a gorgeous, voluptuous caramel-colored black woman (after experiencing Grace, black women quickly became Zoe's favorite flavor). After quick introductions, all five of them joined us in the bath.
I was curious to see if Cory, just an hour removed from our fervent love-making, could muster the energy and interest to please these women. It didn't take long for me to feel foolish for questioning his appetite and vigor. In fact, our passion for each other spilled over to those women. We all moved to the bedroom, fresh and clean.
Cory never played favorites, but that night he gave me most of the attention, as he and I shared Tabitha and Grace almost to the exclusion of my "sisters." We put on quite a show. He spread them and exposed their holes to me in so many ways, urging me to lick and suck the taste of them from their bodies. We he fucked them, it was my mouth there waiting to clean his beautiful black cock between strokes.
I could feel the impatience of the other girls, so I began aggressively directing things in whatever ways my mind took me. It was like playing a game of Fuck Chess all over that ridiculously large bed. I ordered the redheads to 69, just because I wanted to see it. I barked more commands:
"Sit your big juicy ass on his face, Grace. Spread out and arch your back. I want to see your pussy on his mouth."
"Ride his dick, Kim. Bounce that big ass on his huge cock."
A smiling Zoe crawled next to me and grabbed me by my ass, pulling me close.
"Wow!. What's gotten into you?" she asked
"Your husband got into me. He makes me this way," I answered, rushed and lust-ridden.
Zoe smiled and replied "You love him. Tell me about it."
She knew I loved him, but the way she said it sent me into the dirtiest rage. I was angry that I loved another woman's husband, but so grateful that I loved this woman's husband, because the fact is I loved her, too. I reached down between her legs with one hand and grabbed her ass with the other. She put a hand between my legs and rested the other on my shoulder. We kissed and let our hands explore our moistness uninhibited. She leaned in close to me.
"Tell me what you love about him. Tell me, " she repeated.
It was a dare. It was a prayer. It was a plea for unbridled honesty, beyond the superficial to some articulation of my basest urges and desires. I could hear it in her voice. It was so urgently passionate and erotic that it summoned the truth from me.
"Yes, I love him. His smile. His laugh. His confidence. His intelligence. His tenderness. His...size. Arms. Thighs. Chest. ... "
"Don't stop," she urged me. "Say it! Tell me!"
I was at my breaking point. There was so much pleasure--sight and sound--in that room that I was getting dizzy. I was so close to cumming. I steadied myself by gripping her ass tighter and letting my fingers search for her tight little hole. Now I had both hands inside her: three fingers in her cunt and a thumb on her clit with my left hand and the two middle fingers in her asshole with my right. She loves her ass being used. We were both ready to explode. I answered her...
"I love his cock. God help me, I love it. His big beautiful black cock. The girth. The length. I love watching him stroke the fucking thing. I love seeing women hold it; their hands look so small. I love seeing it inside of women...of you, of Grace and Heather."
"Tell me more," she quivered.
"I love feeling his hot cum deep inside of me. I'm addicted to his sweet, thick, creamy cum. I love tasting it dripping from a cunt. I love how he knows when to be gentle and when to treat me like a trashy slut. I love how you love him. I love how you share him. I love how he turns you on."
"I love watching him," she cried.
"I know you do! Look at him," I urged her, my fingers ramming in and out off her wet holes.
We both looked over at Cory, Kim on top of him, his powerful, gleaming, veiny cock plundering her into complete and utter submission. Zoe gasped, as she marveled at the sight of them.
