Room Serviced by Michael Jade

  • Wednesday, January 20, 2016
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  • Room Serviced
    by Michael Jade
    Short Fiction/ Erotica/ Multi-partner/MFM/ exhibition/

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    An erotic short story...
    Ben and Monica decide to spice up their weekend getaway by giving the dark, handsome room service delivery man an unexpected peep show. When that quick tease proves inadequate to satisfy his wife’s insatiable hunger, Ben won’t give her what she wants until she orders up the second course—a luscious, South-American meal they won’t soon forget.

    Excerpt:

    Ben noticed Julio kept alternating glances between his hard dick and Monica’s exposed tits and dark snatch while he took the bottle and did the honors. Monica whooped out a laugh and applauded when the cork gave a gratifying pop.
    Julio headed for the door, and Ben smiled behind his back. Monica cut him off before he got there and glanced at Ben over the man’s shoulder as she leaned close to his ear. “You know,” she said just loud enough for Ben to hear, I think we might get hungry later. Will you still be on duty if we order up something to eat?”
    Julio cleared his throat. “Yes, ma’am. Until ten.”
    Monica reached down to give his sculpted ass a squeeze through tight, black slacks. “Excellente.”
    The man pulled open the door, and as he went through, Monica slid a hand into her robe pocket.
    “Oh, and Julio?”
    He turned back with a questioning look. His face was completely flushed now.
    She pushed a five-dollar bill into his hand. “What do you recommend?” she went on. “What’s good on the menu?”
    His eyes raked over her as he favored her with a smile. “It’s all good, ma’am. Order whatever you like.”
    Monica turned and pressed her back against the door as it closed. Ben laughed at her pink cheeks and starry-eyed expression.
    Then she broke out in laughter. “Well!” she said, breathless. “That was quite a rush. He didn’t even thank me for the tip. He was into it, yes?”
    “You flustered the hell out of him when your robe fell open,” Ben said. “But he sure recovered fast.”

    “I don’t think he recovered at all,” she said with a giggle. “I think he’s going to walk around completely distracted and stiff as a board until we make the next phone call.”