Red Light Surprise

Etienne is that girl who commands any room she walks into, captivates every man that comes her way, and inspires confidence in everyone she talks to. When she walks, the swing of her hips tells a story: “I know who I am, what I stand for and there is nothing you can do to make me think otherwise.”

Her intelligence, success, and goddess-appeal made it easy to be confident. But it was all complimented by her genuine love for people, her tendency to make women feel good being in her company, and her ability to make men feel like they could do anything. She is the kind of woman that everyone wants to know as a friend or lover.

Andrew, Etienne's boyfriend of 2 years, thought he was the luckiest man alive. She was the full package. Every chance he had, he told her and everyone else how lucky he was.

Andrew was just as attractive as he thought Etienne was: 6'3, solid physique, radiating dark skin, great white smile, and glossy, bright eyes. He had everything Etienne ever wanted in man, in looks and personality. Andrew, however, was always a bit worried that he couldn’t please her. Etienne had a high libido; she loved sex.

At the beginning of their relationship, he thought it was just the passion of a new romance. But years passed and it remained the same. Etienne wanted sex no less than five times each week, and Andrew worried that someday he would be unable to match her stride.

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“We need to leave here in 45 mins if we’re to make it to Audley’s by midnight,” said Etienne.

They had plans for a house party as they do once every month. Audley’s get-togethers allowed Etienne, Andrew, and other friends to drink, mingle, chat, laugh, and sometimes play games. Etienne always looked forward to it because it allowed her to drink without concern of being a sloppy drunk on the streets. She was among friends, and so was Andrew. Before they became a couple and moved in together, they were friends.

Their friendship allowed their relationship to flourish the way it did. Andrew was not just her lover; he was her best friend. He understood her, and he never judged her -- even in the circumstances that others would. Andrew knew she wasn’t perfect, but he loved her, her flaws, and her ambitions: career, social, and sexuality.

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Audley’s Brooklyn apartment has brick for walls, 2 large windows in the living room, a big fireplace as the focal point, and nice wooden floors. His kitchen wasn’t big, but the living space was big enough to host the monthly shin-dig of twelve decently close friends. Audley always had cocktails prepared for his guests -- whether Pina Coladas, Mai Tais, Mojitos, or Moscow Mules. The group of friends is diverse in personality, background, and drink preferences, but there are never any complaints about the drinks on the menu or the company.

When Etienne and Andrew arrived, the lights were dim, the music was low but the room was teeming with life. Thanks to their collective laughter and the respectful, passionate exchange of beliefs and ideas, the vibe was right.

There were two new faces -- companions of one of the guys. Etienne and Andrew pulled a love sofa from the corner of the room to join the group around the coffee table. Naturally, Etienne felt compelled to introduce herself to the newbies. “Hi, I’m Etienne and this is my boyfriend, Andrew,” she pointed to Andrew while they sank into the sofa together. Andrew acknowledged them by raising his chin and smiling. He enjoyed it when Etienne took the lead in little introductions like that. He loved watching her in her social element because she allowed him to be the observant fly on the wall that he so loves to be.

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Audley handed each of them a Whiskey Sour before asking “I’m curious to know. What do you think your best feature is?” The question was directed at the group.

Going around the table, everyone mentioned their breasts, their butts, their thighs, their biceps, their abs, their shoulders. Andrew said his smile is his best feature. And Etienne almost whispered: “My confidence.” There was a silence for a few moments before one of the newcomers said, “I’ve never heard that answer to that kind of question before.”

“I know that I look good,” she said with a slightly arrogant smile. “But it would all be nothing if I weren’t confident in myself as a person and as a woman. It takes confidence to wear good looks and to wear it well,” she added. The room nodded in agreement and smiled with amusement at how well she meshed her confidence, boldness and intelligence. Andrew was more aroused than he was amused, she said things like that all the time. He was always excited by her grand statements. It turned him on. He grabbed the throw pillow to hide the bulge rising in his pants. Only Audley noticed and they shared a laugh.

“I have a question,” said Etienne. “What are your fantasies? And I don’t want to hear no basic shit like “I want to fuck on the beach” or “I want to have a threesome.” Everyone laughed at her snideness.

“I want to fuck a celebrity,” said one of the ladies. “I don’t mean a small-time celebrity. I want one that is known in millions of households around the world.”

“That’s a good one,” said one of the guys. The others agreed.

Someone said, “I want to be someone’s dominatrix.”

Andrew said “I want to watch someone have sex... Like in the room with them, feeling the energy.” He hung his head with a smile. He’s shy. No one expected that answer from him. Not even Etienne. She smiled at him, but he didn’t see.

It was Etienne’s turn. “I want to go to a sex party.”

“That sounds fun,” said Audley. A couple of the ladies sat up in their seats beaming with excitement, they loved the idea of a sex party.

~~~

When it was time to leave, at around 3 AM, Etienne smiled at Andrew and groped his butt. It was hard and strong. Andrew knew she was aroused by his fantasy.

“This must be new,” she grinned with her arms around his waist. They had talked about their fantasies before and this one never came up.

“It is new,” he confirmed. He knew he’d awaken something in her.

When they got home, she threw him on the couch and opened his pants with the swiftness of a thought and the tenderness of a subservient woman. She wasted no time and tended to his erect dick. More than the night before, she was thrilled to slurp on his dick and look into his eyes as he succumbed to the power of her mouth. She had no qualms with completely submitting to her man in tongue and otherwise. She didn’t need to orgasm tonight. It was enough to watch him squirm and listen to him moan “Etienne” in the dimness of their apartment. She made love to his dick with her mouth and hands in a synchronous motion that was slow and gentle. Up. Down. Up. Down. Lick. Suck. Slurp. “Ahh.”

It didn’t take 5 mins before Andrew grabbed her hair and informed her in a choked whisper: “I’m cumming in your mouth.”

He lifted his chin to the ceiling and moaned in pleasure as he ejaculated into her mouth.

When he finished his release, she swallowed his cum.

~~~

They had a lot of sex that week -- in the morning before work and in the evening before bed. Andrew knew that he had piqued the nympho in Etienne, but he wasn’t worried. He was enjoying it. The week went by fast, and Andrew was excited to see what trouble they would get into that weekend. Etienne often made the plans and he never asked any questions, because it was always fun.

“We’re going to a party in Soho. I connected with one of my old friends and he invited us.”

Andrew nodded in agreement as he continued watching Jeopardy. “We can do a bar before the party. So wanna leave here at 10 PM?”

“Yeah that sounds good,” said Andrew.

~~~

It was 10:15 PM when they hopped on the train to Soho. They were dressed well. Andrew’s pecs were firm, beefy and ripe for a squeeze under his navy blue, short-sleeve dress shirt. It was a snug fit, but Etienne had no complaints. His light blue jeans and black, suede Clarke boots complimented his shirt and his chest.

Etienne was a knock-out as usual. The tease of the night was a red, low-back dress that fell right above her knees. It allowed her to show some cleavage; her breasts were hard to ignore. She wore her leopard print heeled sandals and a matching shoulder bag to complete her look.

Once they got off the train, Andrew walked two steps behind her just so he could watch her sashay through the streets of Manhattan. Her waist was small and her thighs, hips, and butt were full to complete her revered figure. He’s known her body for two years, but he couldn’t help but compliment her. He sped up, grabbed her by the waist, and whispered in her ear: “You’re sexy as fuck!”

He grabbed one of her ass cheeks with one hand before planting a delicate, wet kiss on her. She smiled at him without saying a word and continued walking. He walked alongside her and asked, “So where are we going?” She smiled at him again and left his question unanswered.

~~~

After getting two drinks from a nearby bar, they made their way to Down Under. Etienne was getting a little nervous, and Andrew was anxious, but they continued the night in silence while exchanging coquettish grins. When they got to the entrance of Down Under, Andrew immediately grabbed Etiennes’s arm to point at the woman barely clad in latex underwear. She only smiled at him. There was nothing to say; Down Under spoke for itself.

Andrew relaxed once he realized that Etienne had some out-of-the-box intentions. She gave their names to the attendants and walked into the party. It was flooding with carnal desires. There were beds, sofas, lounge areas, a bar, porn, toys, and naked bodies everywhere. It was almost like stepping into an ancient Greek brothel. The red light created an intense, sexual ambiance that was made more sexy by the provocative music. Andrew, and his dick, came alive to all the real-life, visual stimulation. There was sex everywhere.

~~~

Across the room, Nick, too, came alive. He almost moaned at the sight of Etienne, and he was sure that her body was calling him. Nick hadn’t seen Etienne in over five years, but he’d never forgotten and would never forget the power she had over him and his volition. Entranced, he made strides towards her. Everyone and everything floated away as Etienne became his entire reality. It wasn’t until he was holding her by the waist that he realized she was holding hands with someone else.

Nick was the same height as Andrew, similarly built but unshakable in his disposition; he wasn’t shy. He looked up at Andrew half-shocked and half-grinning. Etienne looked up at Andrew with a question in her eyes. Andrew released her hand in approval and watched as Nick walked her to his booth. Andrew ordered himself an Old Fashioned and found a seat near Etienne and Nick as he consumed all the sex that was happening around him. There were men on women, women on men, women on women, men on men, and everyone together. Eventually, his gaze drifted towards Etienne and her man of the night.

They were kissing. Nick had one of Etienne's thigh in one hand and was squeezing her ass with his other hand. His lips kissed her neck as Etienne slowly seeped into the pleasure that awaited her. He was experienced, and her moans made that clear as he kissed and pecked at her neck. She looked to her left to see Andrew sipping on his drink, seated on one of the chairs. She had never seen him like that before, he was enjoying himself. He wasn’t looking at anyone else. Andrew enjoyed watching her with someone else.

Nick took his time to nibble on her nipples through the dress before he sat on the couch. Etienne remained standing. “You look amazing in this dress,” he smiled up at her. “Take it off. Slowly.” Etienne turned her back to him and slipped the straps off her shoulders. The dress was tight, so nothing else happened until she turned back around and pushed the dress far enough to reveal her breasts. They popped out eager for more nipple tease. Her breasts hung like teardrops; and her youth showed in the perkiness and bounce of her breasts.

Andrew shifted in his seat, and Nick eased onto the back of the couch to enjoy the show. She was quite comfortable stripping in the room of strangers, seducing two men that belonged to her and no one else.

Etienne continued by sliding her dress and panties below her waist. She turned around again to show them how blessed she was and how blessed they were about to be. And they loved it; her ass was firm and soft. She turned around for the last time, and in her final motion, dropped the dress to her feet. For a while, she didn’t move. She stood with her legs apart and waited until Nick came and got her.

He was naked now. His body was rock-hard and undeniably strong -- from the wideness of his shoulders to the bulges of his six-pack. When he picked her up, she felt her pussy release an ounce of wetness preparing for him. He laid her on the couch with her head in the direction of Andrew. Nick knelt beside the sofa with his eyes glued to her pussy. Nick was ready to fuck her, but not before he rubbed her clit with his thumb. He took some time to lick her nipples and used his middle finger to play with her G-spot as his thumb rubbed her clit. Etienne arched her back against the couch in an expression of pleasure and increased desire. Nick took that as a sign to continue, and with good sense because she was cumming. His finger inside her became wet and creamy, and he slowed his rubbing of her clit as her screams became softer.

With her smiling at him, Nick climbed onto the sofa between her legs. Without hesitation, he spread her legs and slid inside her. He was deliberate and slow.

“Yes,” he said in satisfaction. He was finally inside her. “You’re still tight, and wet as ever.” His dick filled her up with pleasure and demanded her to scream his name. So she did. His dick had girth, and she felt it with every stroke.

Nick had an urge to penetrate her more deeply, so he positioned her legs on his shoulders. As he plunged into her, she rewarded him by exclaiming: “Don’t stop!”

"I won't,'' he declared.

As his strokes became more rapid, Etienne climbed to her orgasms one after the other. Her body was shaking, and she could barely keep her eyes open. “This is amazing,” she thought while she came down from her fifth orgasm.

With her head now hanging off the sofa, she could see Andrew. He was on the edge of his seat. Nick’s chin was lifted to the ceiling. He was in heaven and trying not to cum. Etienne leaned forward to kiss Nick on his chest and ran her tongue up his neck. “Andrew is coming to join us,” she said. She wasn’t asking for his permission. Etienne kissed his lips and allowed her body to fall back with her head hanging off the couch.

With one finger, she called Andrew over. He was slow in his reaction, almost like he was calibrating his approach. He opened his belt and pants while he walked towards them. As he undressed, he watched Etienne enjoy the slow strokes of Nick. “Get on your knees,” she said. Andrew obeyed her.

On his knees, Andrew was perfectly positioned to get a blow job from Etienne while her head hung beneath his balls. She kissed his dick and sucked his balls with a slow sloppiness before she moved on to his domineering dick. It was a wet and noisy blowjob. As she laid there, Andrew slid his dick in and out her mouth slowly and she relaxed her throat to allow his exploration of her tonsils.

Nick could feel her pussy getting wetter and wetter while she sucked his dick. He allowed his body to cover hers as he kissed her breasts. Etienne’s pussy contracted to an orgasm again, but she wasn’t satisfied.

She motioned to move, and they looked on enthusiastically to see what she was going to do. They were both focused on her. It was her world, and they were glad to be in it. She turned around and hoisted her ass and pussy to Andrew. He could do anything with it. But first, he bit her on the ass and slapped it around. She liked it when he was aggressive so naturally her pussy started aching for him. With Nick’s dick in her hand, she looked back at Andrew with begging eyes. Andrew knew what she wanted. But he didn’t give it to her.

Instead, he kissed her warm, juicy pussy, and she moaned in pleasure while Nick’s dick was testing her gag reflex. Andrew began rubbing his dick against her clit. Slow to fast. He was teasing her. With each rub, she hoped he’d slide it in. But he was in no rush; he wanted her to take it. If she wanted to feel him, she'd have to claim his dick. So he kept rubbing against her clit until her pussy was dripping. Etienne began rocking on her knees as she anticipated his dick, but Andrew kept denying her. She timed his clit rubbing movement and slowly slid her wet, warm, and pulsating pussy on his hard, veiny dick.

Andrew had been teased long enough too. He lost himself inside her as soon as he got the chance. His strokes weren’t too fast, but he slowed down to watch her pussy cream build-up. She was still rocking to match his motion while she swirled her tongue around Nick’s dick and massaged her throat with the head of his penis.

Nick was enjoying the slow slurps of his dick and the view of Etienne’s ass rippling onto Andrew’s pelvis. He could see the cream building up and splashing onto his pelvic area. For a second, he raised his head and said “Thank you.”

As she received both of them from different ends, Etienne tuned into her pleasure, and the pleasure of her lovers and her body exploded into climax. It was more intense than all her orgasms. Her mouth and tongue moved more sensually around Nick’s dick, and her pussy contracted on Andrew’s to let him know that she was cumming. When she started squealing and her pussy started gushing, Nick focused on Etienne more acutely and entered into a climax with her. Andrew smacked her ass, grabbed her hair, and pulled her towards him while Nick was finishing himself off. Andrew was cumming too. She hadn’t stopped squirting, and he wouldn’t let her go until she stopped calling his name.

“Andrew, baby, don’t stop,” she repeated. “You feel so good inside me.”

When they did stop, they both crashed onto the couch and Andrew’s cream pie slid onto the sofa.

THE END

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