Amorous Goods: the Mayor's Wife

Island author's note on the

Amorous Goods Anthology Authors' Challenge

.

Getting an entry together for the Second Season of the admirable

jaF0

's writing challenge turned out to be a challenge in itself this year. I couldn't finish in time to enter the Halloween contest, but on bewitching day itself, I think I'll just make the Amorous Goods deadline. It was a trick for me and I hope it's a treat for you.

To really understand this story you'll need to go back and read

Amorous Goods: Three Horny Monkeys,

especially

Chapter Four

. To help you short-cut that step for now I'm including the beginning of that chapter as the opening of this story. Make sense? 8-D

Amorous Goods: The Mayor's Wife

Prologue:

A lifelong collector of goods and objects from far and wide has passed and left the entire collection and the business built around them to his only remaining relative, a distant niece on a career path of her own as an archivist. Vikki has taken on the task of administering the estate and liquidating the business and collection. However, she has come to find out that many of the goods have been cursed or enchanted with amorous powers that affect those who encounter them. These are the stories of some of those encounters with objects found at Amorous Goods.

Extra Prologue:

Amorous Goods: Three Horny Monkeys

In the Big City

CHAPTER FOUR.

The Mayor's wife wanted to give her husband a special reward for winning his latest election. She enlisted the help of her friend, the Sheriff's wife, whose husband had also been re-elected. Because both men had run on law and order platforms and had made much of their success in getting hookers off the streets of their small, family-friendly town, the two town matrons decided it would be funny and fun to give their husbands a bawdy weekend in the big city. They would tell the men to meet them at a swank hotel for a supposedly normal celebration and then surprise them by acting like their own high-priced call girls.

The ladies wanted the proper attire, but didn't want to be seen buying it in their own town. So, they went into the city a day early, telling their husbands honestly that they would have one girls' day of shopping before their husbands came for two days of celebrating their re-elections; out of the public eye of the people who'd elected them.

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So, Mrs. Mayor and Mrs. Sheriff did end up finding the costumes they wanted in a shop in the Big City. Unfortunately, the costume shop had gotten them from Amorous Goods before its new owner, Vikki, had learned about their enchantment.

You can easily imagine what could go wrong for a couple of horny women who suddenly put on magic corsets and stockings and begin playing Call Girl.

It's up to Vikki, her cousin Dylan, and especially their expert in enchanted erotica, Morgana Delacroix, to step in and save the mayor's and sheriff's wives from turning a lively fantasy into a life-changing reality.

Amorous Goods: The Mayor's Wife

In the Big City

CHAPTER FOUR AND A HALF

The Amorous Goods team watched the elevator numbers close in on their goal, the fifth floor of the Grand Sheraton, one of the most upscale hotels in the city. Amorous Goods' owner, Vikki Friday, her cousin and business partner, Dylan Ventura, and their mentor, the witch Morgana Delacroix, had managed to track their targets to this hotel. And by using her considerable charms on a desk clerk, Morgana had gotten their room numbers.

The elevator bell dinged, the doors slid open and the three people from AG stepped out, but then stopped in their tracks. Incredibly, the two women they were seeking were right there in front of them. More incredibly, they were wearing the enchanted lingerie sets that Vikki and the others were actually looking for. Most incredibly, the two middle-aged women in underwear were surrounded by four fully-dressed middle-aged men and it looked like the six of them were starting to have group sex right there in the hallway of the hotel.

Morgana turned to her two young companions and whispered, "Hotel security." Then she turned back and confidently stepped in between the men and the scantily clad women. With just her physical presence, she swiftly separated the two groups. The men, who were all wearing ball caps with logos like Ford and Chevy, were clearly attending the muscle car show at the nearby convention center.

Dylan quickly picked up on Morgana's intent and followed her lead. He also took up a place between the men and the women, but facing the men. "Gentlemen," he said gravely. "We're with hotel security and we've heard there might be a few women around the hotel looking to, um, 'find work' with some of our guests." The car guys were stunned into silence.

Vikki caught on and stepped in. "You see, we work undercover, dressed like regular hotel guests. But we're always on the lookout for, shall we say, activities that don't really belong in a nice hotel like ours."

The men suddenly came alive and began speaking over one another.

"What?" "But we weren't..." "What are you going to do?"

Confident that Vikki and Dylan had the conventioneers well in hand, Morgana smiled broadly at the two would-be whores in front of her. "Ladies," the hot witch purred as she spread her arms wide to put a hand on each woman's outside shoulder, "may I say how wickedly lovely you two look?"

The looks on the women's faces had been quickly shifting from the passion of being felt up in public by strange men, to the concern of having been caught by some kind of hotel detectives. Now they began shifting back. The beautiful black-haired woman's compliment was clearly sincere, her voice was a bedroom growl, and somehow her light touch on their shoulders felt as arousing as if she'd clasped their pussies. Pussies that were already wet and ready for action.

"Why don't we go down to your room," the enchantress continued, "so you don't get caught up in any of this little mess? And you can tell me about these wonderful outfits." With just the slightest pressure on their shoulders, both women turned inwards and Morgana's arms went behind them, firmly shepherding them down the hall.

Morgana found Mrs. Mayor's key card tucked into the waistband of her garter belt and smoothly slid it into the room lock as soon as they reached the door. It had only taken a matter of seconds for her to spirit the two bewitched town matrons from the crowded hallway into the privacy of a simple, but nice suite.

The women, confused and excited, stopped in the short entry hall and turned to watch this incredible stranger. After closing the door, Morgana gave them another enticing smile and strode forward. Stepping directly between the two and grabbing a hand of each as she went, she pulled them behind her into the main room. When she got to the large sofa she released their hands, spun around and sat.

"Show me," she said simply, but firmly.

Both the buxom woman and the lanky one knew what she meant and both struck a provocative pose, just as they'd been doing for each other just minutes before in the hotel hallway. Neither could remember ever feeling so attractive and so confident in their sexiness as when they'd put on their luxurious but naughty lingerie.

"No wonder all those men wanted you," Morgana crooned.

"They were going to pay us, too," the woman in the tight bustier said proudly.

Morgana wondered what her husband, the sheriff in a small suburb town not far from the one where the Amorous Goods mansion was located, would think about his wife bragging about her success at selling her body. "Were you going to give the money to your husband? Tell him he was your pimp?" she asked provocatively.

That seemed to catch up Mrs. Sheriff and she went still. But her companion in red closed the gap between them, put one hand along the side of her friend's neck and the other directly on the cleavage formed by the squeezing together of the woman's small breasts.

"The mayor and the sheriff not only using call girls," the chubby MILF said to the skinny one, "but actually pimping them out to other men." The excitement in her voice was palpable and now Morgana knew what their original plan had been and how it had led to their current predicament. Though they still didn't realize they had a predicament.

"You're going to be call girls for your husbands? That is a sexy game," the green-eyed beauty cooed.

Mrs. Sheriff looked deep into Mrs. Mayor's eyes as she revelled in the feeling of her friend's hand pressing her tits through the lace. "Pimping us out to other men," she repeated, as she felt her pussy juices flow. She'd never pursued this line of fantasy before, but now she suddenly wondered if the car show guys were still out in the hall.

Morgana could practically see the thoughts in the woman's face, the enchanted garments were certainly doing their job of enhancing and amplifying the women's deepest fantasies. She got to her feet and moved in until the three were in a tight group. "That is a very sexy fantasy," she said. "But maybe one that should be kept among us girls? Are you sure your main clients would like the idea of following after a bunch of other guys?"

The women realized that by

main clients

, the stranger meant their husbands and it made them stop and think. "She's right," the mayor's wife said, with a touch of disappointment. "My Craig's jealousy would probably outweigh his excitement in giving me sloppy seconds -- or fourths or fifths, for that matter," she added with a laugh. "And your Jim's way too butch to share."

"On the other hand," Morgana said as she stroked each woman's cheek, "what would they think about you having a

female

customer just ahead of taking them on?" She kissed Mrs. Sheriff lightly on the lips and then did the same to Mrs. Mayor.

"A female customer?" whispered Mrs. Sheriff. She smelled an earthy musk with a touch of incense, but didn't realize it was coming from the undergarments she'd bought earlier that day. If she'd known to ask, Morgana could have told her it was a sign that the charm on the garments was heating up, searching to see if the idea of being with another woman was among her fantasies so that it could strengthen the idea and make it seem the right thing to do.

"They'd love it," declared Mrs. Mayor. Then she added in a more derisive tone, "Yes indeed, Craig would love to watch me eat a pussy. But do you think he'd suck a cock for me?"

"Hell, no!" the two friends said together and all three women laughed.

Morgana kissed both women lightly again, but this time in their cleavages. "And what would they think about you hiring a call girl for yourselves?" she asked. She bent and kissed the tops of each pair of breasts more deeply.

"We'd be the 'Johns'. Or maybe the 'Janes'," giggled the sheriff's wife.

"If we let a woman hire us we could be faking our desire for her," the mayor's wife mused. "But if we hired a woman..."

"We'd really have to want to enjoy her charms," the MILF in black said, completing the sentence. She reached behind the beautiful stranger's head and pulled her back to her chest.

Morgana grabbed Mrs. Sheriff's small tits tightly and ran the flat of her tongue wetly up and down the small cleavage. Suddenly she raised her head and looked at the woman, but without giving up her grip on her boobs.

"Wait a minute!" she said with fake shock. "I thought you were the call girls? Are you saying I should be one for you?"

She turned to look at Mrs. Mayor who was handling her own big boobs as they spilled over the top of her crimson corset. The witch moved her hands from the small tits to the big ones. "Are you saying you want me to do this for you?" She squeezed and kneaded the soft melons. "Are you saying you want me to be your whore?"

"Yes," said Mrs. Mayor as she held up one of her tits and squeezed it so the big nipple jutted towards Morgana's mouth.

After sucking and nibbling on the thick nub for a while, Morgana straightened. She saw that Mrs. Sheriff had shed her loose, flimsy dressing gown and peeled down the cups of her bustier so she could play with her own tits.

Pretty rough play

, noted Amorous Good's resident sex expert. She reached out and took hold of one of each woman's nipples and squeezed and twisted them.

"When are your husbands supposed to be here?" she asked.

"Not until tomorrow," answered Mrs. Mayor.

"Call them and tell them to come now," the Delacroix Witch said.

Both women's eyes went wide. "Now?" one said.

"It will take them a while to get here, won't it?" The other one nodded. "Then you'll have time to enjoy your lady whore before you get to be whores for your favourite cocks. We're going to have a very good time together, but in the end, it's cock you really want the most. Isn't it?"

The sheriff's wife was nearly desperate to get her mouth between this stunning woman's thighs, but at the same time she knew the stranger was right. What would be even better than eating the woman's sweet pussy, would be having a cock fucking her hard from behind at the same time. "Sybil," she said to her partner in lust. "Where's your phone?"

Mrs. 'Mayor', Sybil, looked around for her purse, found it on the small dining table, and pulled out her phone. "What should I say?" she asked, her thumb poised over her husband's speed dial number.

Morgana said, "Don't call, text." She walked over to where Sybil stood and while looking directly into her eyes, she stripped off the crimson corset. Then she took the phone from the woman's hands, stepped back and aimed the camera lens at her. "Hold them up," she directed. Sybil lifted her hefty breasts and Morgana snapped the picture. Then she typed something into the message app and handed the phone back to the increasingly excited woman.

Mrs. Mayor read,

your whore

c

an't wait, come now. room 517.

She looked absolutely wanton in the attached photo. A wicked smile spread across Sybil's face as she hit

Send

.

Morgana took the phone back and stepped over to Mrs. Sheriff. "Now you," she said.

"But it will be coming from Sybil's phone."

"That will only make it more exciting for him, Betty," Sybil said as she walked closer. "He'll think about me taking the photo of you and wonder what that means."

Morgana finished removing the bustier from around the thin woman's waist and threw it over to where Sybil's corset lay. "But it will actually be your own personal whore who took it, Betty," she said while gazing into the woman's wide eyes. "And you and Sybil can decide later if you tell them about your call girl or keep that as a special secret between yourselves.

"Now," she continued, "pull those nipples out far, let him know what you want."

Mrs. Sheriff actually blushed. How did this woman know that she secretly desired to have her breasts treated roughly? She'd never even been able to tell her husband.

"Do it, Betty," said Sybil. "It's about time for him to give you what you want."

Betty cupped her hands under her small breasts and pinched each nipple between thumb and middle finger. She pulsed them tightly three or four times, then pulled the pink nubs out until the skin of her tits was clearly stretched. Her face turned up to the ceiling, eyes closed and mouth open in passionate pain. Morgana's own cunny twitched as she snapped the hot photo.

As she typed in the same message, Morgana asked, "What room number?"

"517," came the answer from behind her.

Morgana looked into Betty's eyes again, silently asking if she agreed with Sybil's instructions to bring both men to the same room. The slender woman nodded. The AG witch typed it in and handed the phone to Mrs. Sheriff so she could enter her husband's phone number. The woman's eyes shone when she saw the photo of herself and then she also hit

Send

.

"What now?" the thin blonde asked.

Morgana cupped the woman's black-silk-covered crotch. "Now we see if your bush is as full as your girlfriend's."

As Betty "Sheriff's" eyes automatically tracked to the thick mass of dark brown hair between Sybil "Mayor's" thighs, Morgana pivoted around her hip, never taking her hand off Betty's pussy as she moved behind her so she could also gaze at the buxom brunette's furry crotch.

Sibyl was thrilled by the attention. After taking two steps closer to her friend and their mysterious 'call girl', she stopped and then stepped her right foot out to the side, spreading her legs. "Do you like?" she asked coyly.

"I want to feel that hair rubbing against my nose, cheeks and lips as my tongue drills down to your pink center."

"Yes," the mayor's wife replied boldly. "I want you to work for it; to fight your way through to the hidden treasure at the heart of the jungle."

"Will it be just as much of an adventure to find your treasure?" Morgana whispered into Betty's ear as her hands moved to the waistband of the black panties that had been pulled up outside the garter belt suspenders. "Let's see."

And with that she dropped to her knees behind the blonde, peeling the underpants down as she went. When the undies hit the floor, Morgana quickly knee-walked around until she was in front of the woman. A woman who was suddenly on the edge of shock from an adrenaline rush of excitement.

Betty, who had woken up this morning simply intending to live out a mildly kinky fantasy, now found herself with an amazingly beautiful woman kneeling in front of her. Looking at her exposed crotch. Her newly,

very

exposed crotch. Meanwhile, her closest friend Sybil stood just feet away with her fingers buried in her own thick bush.

"Ooh," purred the kneeling woman. "You've gone the whole other way haven't you? But so pretty." And with that, the raven-haired beauty leaned in and planted a gentle kiss on Betty's naked vulva. It made the middle-aged housewife's legs tremble so much that she stumbled backwards the two steps to the sofa and sat on its front edge. Morgana followed on hands and knees, a panther stalking her prey. "Spread," she said when she reached Betty and the sheriff's wife opened her legs wide.

"Oh, you shaved!" gasped Sybil. She'd followed behind the exotic stranger as she crawled to the sofa and was now staring over the woman's shoulder. She'd seen Betty's crotch incidentally while changing at the gym, so she'd expected to see the normal patch of silky, light-brown hair. More closely trimmed than her own healthy bush, but still, covering all the pink. Instead, she saw just a small triangle of hair sitting at the top of her friend's mons. And below it? A beautiful, pink seashell. At least, that's what came to mind as she gazed on the delicate inner lips just poking out from the blonde's pale outer lips. She only caught a quick glimpse, however, because suddenly their whore's head was blocking the view.

"Oooh," came the guttural sigh from Betty's throat as the stranger lavished a much harder kiss on the pretty pink treasure she'd uncovered between Mrs. Sheriff's legs. Not usually that vocal or aggressive in her lovemaking, Betty found herself commanding the woman to do more.

"Yes, kiss it, kiss it hard! Now lick it, get your tongue inside me. I know I'm already wet, can you taste me?"

Morgana could taste her and it was very nice. But she still had a mission to complete. So, while she gave this bewitched woman the best cunnilingus Betty had ever had, her hands quickly moved to unsnap the garter from the stockings. That done, the silk stockings were efficiently rolled down to the blonde's feet. In a side thought, Morgana realized that the spell that had made this lingerie set such a powerful aphrodisiac, had clearly also made each piece both flexible and robust. There was not a single snag or run in the stockings, although many women had worn them over the years in equally passionate situations. And they had fit this almost too-skinny woman perfectly. The witch had no doubt that if she put them onto her own much more powerfully curved gams, they would fit just as well. God, she loved good magic.