First Time Menage: A Forbidden Romance (Forbidden Fantasies Book 14) Read online

  “The restaurant is to my left,” the receptionist says, gesturing, “and the entrance to the locker room is to the right. The locker rooms and some of the baths are separated by gender, but the rest of the facilities are mixed.”

  Unconsciously, I blush, thinking about Kristy’s remarks earlier about bathhouses. If they’re coed, I guess it makes sense that people could potentially get frisky.

  “Here’s a map and a robe,” Diana continues, placing them both in my hands. “And you can always come back here if you have any questions. I hope you have a relaxing time!”

  “Thank you,” I say, and head into the locker room.

  Everything in here is white and vaguely pearlescent, adding to the luxurious atmosphere. It’s definitely a nicer locker room than any gym or spa that I’ve been to before. However, I still can’t ignore the queasiness that has just appeared in my stomach. There are a few other women in here, undressing casually, and I’m bigger than all of them. What if they look at me weirdly when I take off my clothes? What if they stare?

  Get it together, Violet, I instruct myself sternly. If I’m truly trying to love my body, I shouldn’t be fearful of other people looking at it.

  Slowly, I open a locker and set my purse inside, followed by my shoes. Then, I peel off my shirt and shorts until I’m wearing just a bra and panties. My eyes dart around furtively. No one is paying any attention.

  Duh, I say to myself. It’s not like you spend your time looking at strangers in locker rooms either.

  With a surge of bravery, I quickly take off my bra and panties and put them in the locker, too. Per the instructions of the receptionist, I put on the fluffy white robe, delighting in its softness against my skin. The queasy feeling in my stomach dissipates, and I smile a little. No one laughed. No one even looked at me. The ground didn’t crack open and swallow me whole. Maybe this won’t be so hard, after all.

  I slip my feet into a pair of spa sandals from a basket in the corner, and tie my hair up. As I walk deeper into the locker room, I see a women-only area to the left, full of naked women in a huge pool. I blush a little. I’m not sure if I’m brave enough for that to be my first stop.

  Instead, I exit the locker room and emerge in the co-ed section. It’s a Sunday afternoon, so it’s relatively crowded. People of all ages mill around, couples hand-in-hand, with even some small children running around in bathing suits. No, this isn’t what I’m looking for because I need to relax, and the kids are playing and screaming as children often do. I scratch at my earlobe as I look at the map. I think a hot sauna should be my first stop. That’s what Orgo mentioned for having “detoxifying” effects, anyway.

  I head deeper into the bathhouse, following the map as well as I can. This place is almost labyrinthine, and the lights are dim and hazy, so I’m glad I don’t have to navigate it without a guide. The hot sauna is in the back corner of the building, and as I make my way there, the crowds thin until I see barely anyone around. The larger baths and pools near the front must be the main attractions.

  Finally, I’m there and I peer through the glass door to see clouds of billowing steam. There’s no movement, which probably means there’s nobody inside. Perfect. Sitting by myself in a sauna sounds like my idea of heaven right now.

  In the mini locker room off to the side, I hang up my robe and wrap myself in a big white towel. It feels naughty to be nude underneath, but I guess having as much skin bare as possible helps detoxification. Then, I make my way back and pull open the door to the sauna. Clouds of eucalyptus-scented steam pour out. I inhale the invigorating scent, feeling my stress level decrease even more before carefully stepping into the hot room, like I’m stepping into the rainforest. Closing the door firmly behind me, I’m enveloped in mist and silence.

  I sit down on a bench and take a deep breath. I still can’t believe my mom bugged me so much today, but the conversation feels further and further away now. Even the stress of school--not having a major picked out, starting a new year and semester tomorrow--feels like a far-away worry. Here, as sweat begins to bead on my forehead, I can simply let myself melt into the delicious heat and solitude.

  Confident that I’m alone, I let my towel fall open, exposing my body entirely to the steam. If someone comes in, I can quickly wrap myself back up, but the moisture feels so good that I maybe won’t even want to. I absently wonder what the benefits are for my skin, let alone my tension levels. I will definitely have to come here more often.

  I lay my head back against the wall and close my eyes. I feel wonderful, better than I have in months. I imagine the steam swirling through my mind, clearing out all the worries there.

  But my newly-relaxed mind apparently has some ideas of its own. Without meaning to, I begin to think again about what Kristy said. I wonder if anyone has ever had sex here before? I wonder what it would feel like with the dim lighting, the heat, the moisture, all the while breathing in this delicious eucalyptus. It’s quite a titillating thought, and I can’t seem to derail this train of thought.

  My eyes open just a crack as a special smile creeps over my face. OMG, I couldn’t. But sure enough, I’m still alone and it’s quiet and damp in the small space. Then giggling a bit, I slide my fingers into the warm, wet space between my thighs and lean my head back with ecstasy.

  Oooh, this is so bad! Obviously, I’ve never masturbated in public before. Most of the time, it’s a private affair in my dark bedroom with my hands under the sheets, my roomie out like a log fifteen feet away. In fact, I didn’t even start masturbating until I came to NYU. Still, something compels me to touch myself now. The thought that someone could walk in at any moment only makes it more alluring, and I feel my breath and heart rate quicken, and with them, the pace of my fingers circling my clit. I’m definitely not going to stop now.

  A familiar, delicious pressure begins to build between my thighs and in the pit of my stomach. A soft moan escapes my lips, unbidden. The warm steam seems to embrace me like a lover, adding to the sensuality of the experience. My pulse beats faster and faster at my throat, and I lick my suddenly dry lips. I’m so close… I’m going to…

  I open my eyes and freeze suddenly.

  Holy shit! Two pairs of gleaming blue eyes are staring at me from the other side of the mist. Where did they come from? What the hell? But even in the gloom, I can tell that these alpha males are handsome, and unconsciously, my nipples tighten as I slide my thighs wider for the men to get a better look.

  3

  Mike

  The first time Scott and I shared a woman, we were in grad school. I’ll never forget that night, or that woman. Her name was Britney, and she was as blonde, gorgeous, and as toned as the pop star with the same name. Scott and I had only met about a month earlier but became friends quickly. To be honest, we look like brothers too with our tall, muscular builds, blue eyes, and dark hair. Britney was in one of our classes and we had our sights set on her from the beginning.

  “Look,” Scott whispered when we were at a party one night. Britney stood in the doorway in all her glory, wearing a tiny pink dress and an impressively high pair of heels. Scott and I whistled in unison.

  “What I wouldn’t give for even an hour with her,” Scott said.

  “Keep dreaming,” I quipped. “As for me, I’m definitely taking her home tonight.”

  “Let’s find out,” Scott said, before making his way up to talk to the beautiful co-ed.

  Throughout the night, we took turns entertaining Britney, and she was definitely responsive. After all, not a lot of women can resist our good looks and charm. But there was something different about this woman. She wasn’t going to choose one of us over the other. Instead, she seemed to like us both, and when she whispered something in both of our ears at the end of the night, Scott and I stared at each other with open mouths. Fuck, was she serious? She wanted both of us? At the same time?

  It wasn’t hard to decide on a path. Almost in unison, we said “sure.” After all, you never know until you try it.

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nbsp; That night was definitely one to remember. Britney showed us that she was more than able to handle us both, and when she got up to leave the next morning, her gait was a bit wobbly from double the hard loving. But it was a turning point in our lives.

  From then on, Scott and I have each had a string of girlfriends, but if we were both single at the same time, we’d share a girl every now and then. We’re not into each other because Scott and I are as straight as they come. But there’s something fun and dirty about sharing a woman with your best friend, especially if she’s the type that adores being with two men at once.

  Thus, the bathhouse. We weren’t looking to hook up. Instead, we just wanted to relax a bit because the semester starts tomorrow and god knows teaching undergrads can be annoying. However, as we sit in the sauna, a gorgeous, curvy brunette opens the door, and I cast Scott a sideways glance. This could be interesting.

  Scott meets my gaze and raises his brows, but we both stay silent in the shadows. The young woman quickly disappears into the mist, but we know she’s there, sitting on the opposite side of the room. From the way she seems to melt and let out a sigh, her head leaning back against the wall, it’s clear she thinks she’s alone.

  This theory is quickly proven when she takes off her towel, exposing that gorgeous body with its huge, pendulous breasts. I feel Scott catch his breath beside me. Should we leave? Should we say something? What’s the protocol in a situation like this?

  But I feel myself growing hard as I keep catching glimpses of the curvy woman through the clouds of steam. Her skin is smooth and creamy, and her nipples are a blush pink. My hands yearn to squeeze them, my mouth to suck. But then my eyes nearly fall out of my skull when I see her hand dip between her thighs and she begins pleasuring herself. Oh shit, oh shit. As she parts her thighs, I see that her sweet pussy is also a blush pink, matching her nipples. My cock hardens, and I reach forward to pinch the head, trying to get my arousal under control.

  Beside me, my friend stiffens as well, his eyes fixed on the sight before us. What do we do? It’s definitely too late to leave now. It’s too late to do anything but watch and wonder what the hell happens next.

  “Fuuuuck,” Scott whisper-growls beside me, his eyes fixed on the sensitive vee between her thighs. There’s a distinct sucking sound in the sauna now as the curvy girl pushes her fingers in and out of that sweet well. Pink flesh glistens and gleams and I feel a pearlescent drop of come form on the head of my dick as she moans, tossing her head back.

  I consider our options. We could wait until she finishes and leaves. Or we could try to insert ourselves into her pleasurable experience.

  Right as I’m mulling it over, the mists part enough for me to see the woman open her eyes and look straight at me. She gasps, and her hand stops, still buried deep in her cunt. Then, her nipples grow even harder, pointing like bullets at me, and that’s my cue.

  I stand up, letting the towel around my own waist fall, and walk slowly towards her. Scott, apparently just as determined, stands and approaches her as well. The woman looks up at us with huge dark eyes, her full lips slightly parted, one hand still crammed deep in her pussy, the other one bracing herself against the bench. Her lips part in a startled “O” but there’s definitely desire in those eyes.

  I lean down and place my hand gently on the side of her face. “Can we kiss you?” I murmur.

  Her eyes widen even more. She hesitates, and then after a moment, nods breathlessly.

  “Please,” she sighs.

  I press my lips to hers, gently, barely touching her, really just the whisper of a kiss. Her lips are impossibly soft. She seems to hesitate again before she kisses me back, and then it’s game on. I deepen the ziplock, introducing my tongue to the warmth of her mouth, and she moans a little, the sound buzzing against my lips. I can’t resist a grin. This is going to be fun.

  As we kiss, Scott brings a hand to the woman’s breast. She stiffens, but then immediately relaxes, nodding her assent. Scott’s big palm massages her breast as my tongue massages hers. She tilts her head back, moaning in pleasure, and I move my lips to the soft curve of her neck, trailing over that sensitive skin. Scott takes that as his cue and brings his mouth to the woman’s as I continue to explore her jawline, neck, and upper chest with my lips and teeth.

  When I pull back, the woman’s gaze is transfixed on my swollen member, darting back and forth between mine and Scott’s. Both of us are generously endowed to put it mildly, and there’s more than a bit of trepidation in her stare. I smile at her, palming my shaft with smooth strokes.

  “Do you think you can take it?” I growl. The woman’s eyes widen but then she giggles a little, shaking her head.

  “I’m not sure. I’ve never done this before,” she whispers.

  “Sex in public or sex with two men?” I ask.

  She licks her lips. “Both.”

  Scott grins. “Just relax and let us take care of you,” he says. “It’s going to be fun.”

  “Can I…” The woman shyly reaches out her hands and hovers them in front of our cocks. “Can I?”

  “Please do,” I murmur.

  Her small hand wraps around my cock, her other hand on Scott’s, and we both groan at the sensation. Scott lowers his head to her breast, and I tenderly grasp the other, rubbing my thumb over the quickly hardening nipple. Her hand on my cock feels incredible as she slowly pumps it up and down, the sauna’s steam and my dripping sweat providing natural lubrication. Scott looks enamored with her breasts, so I pull my hand away, letting him caress both of them. Then, although I don’t want her to stop touching me, I gently lift her small palm from my cock. The woman looks at me questioningly before I kneel between her thighs.

  At the first touch of my tongue to her warm sex, she jumps as if she’s been electrocuted. I smile a little and place my hands on her hips, my fingers gently dimpling her soft skin. Softly, I bring my tongue back to her folds, and when she doesn’t protest, I begin to lave them in earnest. There are few things I love more than going down on a woman, and I do my best to show my appreciation. I must be doing alright because soon, she’s rolling her hips in earnest. I alternate between sucking gently on her clit and running my tongue up and down the length of her sopping slit.

  “Oh my God,” she whispers, her eyes beginning to roll back. I get it. She’s being touched all over because Scott’s currently sucking on a nipple while squeezing the other one between his fingers. I smile a little, still attending to my task. As she whimpers, her fingers tangling in my hair, I insert a finger slowly into her warm channel. As I pump it in and out, slowly, gently, I suck more intensely on her clit, focusing most of my attention on this bundle of nerves.

  “Oh my God,” the woman whines again. Her thighs are clamped around my head, shaking gently, as she gets closer and closer to climax. As if between chattering teeth, she whispers, “I th-think I’m going to…”

  Without any further warning, she explodes. Her entire body jerks, her mouth frozen in an O, warm sweet liquid flowing onto my hungry tongue. I dig my fingers deeper into her quivering hips, the index finger on my right hand still pumping in and out of her, and continue licking and sucking until her shaking reaches a whimpering peak before subsiding a bit.

  “Oh my god,” she gasps, breasts heaving. “Ooooh.”

  Scott grins at me when I stand back up, and the young woman looks dazed yet sated.

  “Do you want to keep going?” I whisper to her. I know that Scott does. I know that I do. But ultimately, it’s up to her.

  She nods.

  Scott and I gently position her on her hands and knees on the sauna bench, placing our towels beneath her knees for added comfort. She looks a little nervous, but as I press my lips to hers, she returns the kiss with passion. There’s no question that she wants this, too.

  Scott positions himself behind that big bottom, teasing her pink entrance before he slowly pushes inside her. I get to watch her eyes roll back, her mouth open to release a moan. I capture her mouth in anothe
r passionate kiss as Scott begins to thrust in and out.

  “Oooh!” she cries out, tossing her head back, eyes closed. “Oh god, yes!”

  When her whimpers reach a peak, her hanging breasts jiggling from the strength of Scott’s thrusts, I stand on the bench in front of her. Like a good girl, she eagerly opens her mouth and takes my cock into it, sucking hard. God, her mouth feels amazing, just as warm and wet as her pussy must be. I can’t resist a moan as she swirls her tongue expertly around the head, pausing periodically to moan herself. The heat of the sauna makes me feel like we’re in a tropical paradise, and the sweat rolling down my back feels more sexy than annoying. This may be the hottest sexual experience I’ve ever had--literally and figuratively.

  “My turn,” I growl. “I need in her pussy.” Scott rolls his eyes but smirks at me, and we switch positions. Scott certainly doesn’t seem to mind too much, as he begins grunting the second his cock enters the woman’s perfect mouth. She may have looked shy at first, but she definitely has some very advanced skills.

  I place my hands on her hips, marveling at the softness of her skin and the allure of her generous curves. Lining my cock up at her entrance, I ease my way inside as she lets out a gasp.

  “Fuck,” I hiss. “You’re so tight, baby.”

  She’s so small in fact that it feels like one of her hands is still milking me. I feel her hum in pleasure, and Scott moans too, no doubt at the vibrations against his member. Growling with satisfaction, I pump in and out, in and out, until we’ve reached a pace that has all three of us groaning in ecstasy. The sounds of our pleasure echo throughout the sauna, and I half wonder if someone else won’t barge in. Fuck it, I think, increasing the force of my thrusts, pounding lustfully into her. If someone comes in, I sure as hell won’t stop.