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Adult ++
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Uninvited Guests
Two XMen and a Jacuzzi
Author’s Note/Disclaimer: This story is for adults only! Sexual Content! Namely, Smut! If you are underage or offended, go away!
This is my response to my own “Hot Tub Challenge.” Any resemblance to real persons, namely myself and my husband, is entirely on purpose. The Xmen, unfortunately, don’t belong to me. I have deliberately not used our names here.
Yes, it’s cheesy self-indulgent, self-gratification. This is mainly my fantasy, I’m the mutant lover in this house. No, really. My headboard is built out of comic boxes. Queensize bed. Makes a nice shelf… Nevermind. I did throw hubby a few bones…boners…er, um. Yeah. You’ll see.
Please, please, please, rate and review. Even if you hate it! Nuff’ Said.
05/24/2007-update – I’ve just discovered I’ve been using the wrong kind of brackets to indicate a character’s internal thoughts, thereby rendering them invisible when viewed online. I am an HTML idiot and I humbly beg forgiveness. In the future, I will make a point of reading my stories online to check for bonehead errors like that one.
{This means character’s internal thoughts.}
Chapter 1: Uninvited Guests
We’d finally managed to scrape together enough money to get away, just the two of us, for that honeymoon we’d never had. So, of course, we signed up for this Lifestyle Convention. Honestly, I’d never seen so many perverts in one place before, this being my first time.
We were splashing around in our Jacuzzi, just relaxing and discussing one of our favorite fantasies, when we were suddenly accosted by two naked strangers.
Talk about your “what the fuck” moments! I’d have jumped back if there’d been anywhere to go, but my back was pressed against the wall of the tub. The man was inches from me, hand clamped over my mouth, weird red on black eyes staring me down. Over his shoulder I see a white-haired black woman attempting to do the same to my husband, who of course, screams like a girl. Everything was a bit fuzzy since I’d taken off my glasses. I squinted my eyes a bit, trying to make out enough detail to tell if these were people we'd met earlier.
“Shhh...Dis place not what it seem.” The stranger notices my glasses on the side of the tub and carefully places them on my face. He doesn’t stop me when I reach up to adjust them.
“Be still. We will not harm you.” I could see the black woman attempting to calm my husband as he flailed a bit with his arms. She seemed uncertain as to how to restrain him without hurting him.
“On de ceiling, near de bed and across de room near de closet. Cameras. Not part of o’ de deal, no?” He leans closer to whisper in my ear. I spotted the small black domes, and now I was pissed. I nodded my head. I focused again on his strangely colored eyes, then looked further. Handsome face, brown hair, very long, very lean, very…close, very naked body. I glanced to his companion, lean and muscular, with dusky skin, long silky white hair and startlingly blue eyes. Both striking and beautiful. Putting two and two together, I came up with an answer I wasn’t sure I liked.
“Don’ know if anyone watchin’ dis. Safer to play along, Remy thinks.’” The man murmured again in my ear, then gave me a dazzling smile. His charm was an almost palpable force. A mistake at least with me, I glare at him. I don’t like being manipulated. I watch as he glanced at my husband, and seemed to come to a decision. He pulled his hand away.
Before I could speak, we were startled by the sound of heavy footsteps in the corridor. I belatedly realized that the door must be ajar. “Remy” takes immediate action, exchanging positions with me so quickly that I am left standing stunned, facing the door. As I struggled to get my balance, I recognized his plan was to shield his companion from view with my body.
“Get rid of dem, cher. Remy make it worth de trouble. Promise.” He whispered as he kneeled in front of me in the water and placed my hand on his shoulder. His hands slid up my outer thighs to steady me. I opened my mouth to say something, but I saw the door swinging open behind him. {Oh Shit!}
I grabbed a handful of his hair and stood up as tall as my 5’2.5” frame would allow. I reached for that *something* that seems to only come out in a crisis -- that strange charisma that has faced down bullies and kept me calm when everyone else panicked.
“That. Is. A. Gun.” {Congratulations, O Captain of the obvious.} I did my best to project offended disapproval. “This is a private party.”
The intruder was dressed in a hotel security uniform and was armed with a lethal looking hand-gun. He seemed quite startled by the strange tableau before him, his eyes moved rapidly from the kneeling man to the angry fat woman, to the black woman kneeling beneath the man with the weird arms. I took a deep breath and reminded myself just how much we paid for this dream weekend. “I don’t do gun play. You are ruining our head space.” {Time for the drill instructor voice.} “Leave! Now!” The guard visibly flinched and I felt the man kneeling in front of me twitch. Whether he was flinching or laughing I couldn’t tell without looking at him.
“What are you doing Johnson? You don’t pull guns on the guests!” A bald man in a blue suit appeared at the door and the armed man immediately withdrew. He blocked the view to the hallway with his body as he smiled ingratiatingly at me, apparently quite used to naked patrons. “I do apologize, Madame. Johnson is overzealous.”
“You have armed security guards?” Still playing the offended Domme. {I hope.}
“Gardes de sécurité? Ils ne sont rien mais les canailles dégoûtantes!”(1) Remy mumbled something under his breath in French. I released my grip on his hair and placed a cautioning finger on his lips.
“Yes, Madame. I am quite sorry. We had reports of unauthorized persons in the convention’s private areas. We take our guests’ privacy quite seriously.” The hotel manager continued to smile that smarmy smile. .
“Really.” I thought again about those cameras. I was also trying very hard to ignore the fact that Remy had taken my finger between his lips and was doing something very interesting with his tongue.
“Please, let me make this right.” The hotel manager folded his hands in front of his chest, almost as if praying. “Order anything you like from room service. Dinner is on us tonight. I will tell the kitchen. Just call when you are ready.” Remy’s fingers began to make little circles on the backs of my thighs, out of view of the manager.
“That will be acceptable. Please make sure the door latches properly when you leave. We don’t want anymore uninvited guests.” I stood stock still, doing my best to ignore what the scoundrel in front of me was doing, until the door closed firmly. As soon as it was closed, I pull my finger out of his mouth.
“You owe me for that little Obi-Wan maneuver.” He gave me a puzzled look. I gave a little wave of my hand and did in my best Ben Kenobi voice. “These are not the mutants you are looking for.”
“Star Wars, Remy. Even I know that one.” The black woman chuckled. I noticed neither of them tried to deny my assumption. {Damn.}
“Lock the dead-bolt, please Remy.” I watched as he slipped gracefully out of the water and strode across the room, moving quickly. I could see his dick was already at half staff and I wondered. I sat down again, this time facing away from the cameras and motioned my hubby over to sit on my right. The black woman sat next to him and Remy slid into position on my left.
“Well, looks like ya’ll will be staying a while.” I observed, buying time while I thought about the situation. We came here to play and leaving suddenly might look, well, suspicious.
“Is that door the only exit?” The black woman replied while her companion slid a bit closer to me.
“A room with a view costs more.” I shrugged to cover a start as a hand that did not belong to my husband slid up my thigh. “A lot more.”
“We should leave, Remy. We have imposed on these two long enough.” The black woman saw what my husband did not, and gave Remy a stern look.
“Too dangerous, ‘Ro. Guns and bystanders, dey don’ mix well. Relax, we in good company, no?” He tried that dazzling smile of his on my hubby. If our visitor was at half-mast, my darling hubby was flying his flag proudly. {Horn-dog.}
“I think he’s right…’Ro? They’re requiring visitor’s passes and photo I.D.’s at all the entrances. I’m not sure how ya’ll got in, but I don’t think it’s gonna to be easy to get out.”
“What about…” The black woman called “Ro” craned her neck toward the cameras, but I cut her off.
“We came here to play, and I, for one intend to do just that.” I met her eyes and shook my head slightly. Hubby may be a horn-dog, but he will freak if he thinks we’re being filmed. And if we don’t act like typical conventioneers, someone may think to take a closer look.
I turned to Remy and placed a firm hand over his wandering one. “You said you’d make it worth my while. What did you have in mind?” He grinned wolfishly.
“Remy likes to play, Missy. If your beau don’ mind.” I looked at my husband, who was about to give himself whiplash looking back and forth between our two visitors.
“What’s in it for him? He’s bi and I’m … flexible.” Now my husband was staring at me, mouth opening and closing but nothing coming out.
The Cajun shrugged. “Remy ‘flexible’, but he don’ speak for Ororo.”
Ororo looked shocked. “Flexible? I…I have never seen anyone ‘play’ where it was not bought with money or violence.” I had no idea how to respond to that, so I didn’t.
“So hon, are you in?”
“Will you respect me in the morning?”
“I’ll respect you less if you don’t.” I laughed and gave them our first names. Then I turned to my husband. “Go get some extra towels, my robe and the toy bag.” I gave him a playful swat as he climbed out.
As soon as I was sure he was out of earshot I spoke. “Don’t let him know about the cameras. He’ll freak out. By the way, what can you do? As mutants I mean.” {Oh yeah, I’m that smooth. Geez, I’m a dork!}
Remy plucked a hair from his head and held it close to his body. It glowed red, then he tossed it into the water and it exploded with a small “pop” sending a small spray of water into the air. “Bigger target, bigger ‘boom.’”
His companion sighed then held her hands together over the water. A tiny cloud began to form between then began to whirl faster and faster until it formed a tornado in miniature. “I control the weather, among other things.”
“Cool.” {Well, it was.}
“What are we to do?” Ororo asked me.
“Remy wantin’ to play with Missy here. You can play wit’ her man.” I pinched him somewhere sensitive. “If it O.K. wit, Missy.”
“Play?” The woman looked distinctly uncomfortable and I stifled a chuckle.
“Play. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, Ororo. Really. Hmm… why don’t you spank him? He likes that.” I grinned at her.
“Spank him?” Just then my hubby walked in and looked eagerly at her. He dropped his burden next to the tub and climbed back in. Nobody missed the raging hard-on he was sporting.
Translations (from Babelfish – I don’t speak French!)
(1) “Security guards? They are nothing but filthy scoundrels!”
Author’s Note/Disclaimer: This story is for adults only! Sexual Content! Namely, Smut! If you are underage or offended, go away!
This is my response to my own “Hot Tub Challenge.” Any resemblance to real persons, namely myself and my husband, is entirely on purpose. The Xmen, unfortunately, don’t belong to me. I have deliberately not used our names here.
Yes, it’s cheesy self-indulgent, self-gratification. This is mainly my fantasy, I’m the mutant lover in this house. No, really. My headboard is built out of comic boxes. Queensize bed. Makes a nice shelf… Nevermind. I did throw hubby a few bones…boners…er, um. Yeah. You’ll see.
Please, please, please, rate and review. Even if you hate it! Nuff’ Said.
05/24/2007-update – I’ve just discovered I’ve been using the wrong kind of brackets to indicate a character’s internal thoughts, thereby rendering them invisible when viewed online. I am an HTML idiot and I humbly beg forgiveness. In the future, I will make a point of reading my stories online to check for bonehead errors like that one.
{This means character’s internal thoughts.}
Chapter 1: Uninvited Guests
We’d finally managed to scrape together enough money to get away, just the two of us, for that honeymoon we’d never had. So, of course, we signed up for this Lifestyle Convention. Honestly, I’d never seen so many perverts in one place before, this being my first time.
We were splashing around in our Jacuzzi, just relaxing and discussing one of our favorite fantasies, when we were suddenly accosted by two naked strangers.
Talk about your “what the fuck” moments! I’d have jumped back if there’d been anywhere to go, but my back was pressed against the wall of the tub. The man was inches from me, hand clamped over my mouth, weird red on black eyes staring me down. Over his shoulder I see a white-haired black woman attempting to do the same to my husband, who of course, screams like a girl. Everything was a bit fuzzy since I’d taken off my glasses. I squinted my eyes a bit, trying to make out enough detail to tell if these were people we'd met earlier.
“Shhh...Dis place not what it seem.” The stranger notices my glasses on the side of the tub and carefully places them on my face. He doesn’t stop me when I reach up to adjust them.
“Be still. We will not harm you.” I could see the black woman attempting to calm my husband as he flailed a bit with his arms. She seemed uncertain as to how to restrain him without hurting him.
“On de ceiling, near de bed and across de room near de closet. Cameras. Not part of o’ de deal, no?” He leans closer to whisper in my ear. I spotted the small black domes, and now I was pissed. I nodded my head. I focused again on his strangely colored eyes, then looked further. Handsome face, brown hair, very long, very lean, very…close, very naked body. I glanced to his companion, lean and muscular, with dusky skin, long silky white hair and startlingly blue eyes. Both striking and beautiful. Putting two and two together, I came up with an answer I wasn’t sure I liked.
“Don’ know if anyone watchin’ dis. Safer to play along, Remy thinks.’” The man murmured again in my ear, then gave me a dazzling smile. His charm was an almost palpable force. A mistake at least with me, I glare at him. I don’t like being manipulated. I watch as he glanced at my husband, and seemed to come to a decision. He pulled his hand away.
Before I could speak, we were startled by the sound of heavy footsteps in the corridor. I belatedly realized that the door must be ajar. “Remy” takes immediate action, exchanging positions with me so quickly that I am left standing stunned, facing the door. As I struggled to get my balance, I recognized his plan was to shield his companion from view with my body.
“Get rid of dem, cher. Remy make it worth de trouble. Promise.” He whispered as he kneeled in front of me in the water and placed my hand on his shoulder. His hands slid up my outer thighs to steady me. I opened my mouth to say something, but I saw the door swinging open behind him. {Oh Shit!}
I grabbed a handful of his hair and stood up as tall as my 5’2.5” frame would allow. I reached for that *something* that seems to only come out in a crisis -- that strange charisma that has faced down bullies and kept me calm when everyone else panicked.
“That. Is. A. Gun.” {Congratulations, O Captain of the obvious.} I did my best to project offended disapproval. “This is a private party.”
The intruder was dressed in a hotel security uniform and was armed with a lethal looking hand-gun. He seemed quite startled by the strange tableau before him, his eyes moved rapidly from the kneeling man to the angry fat woman, to the black woman kneeling beneath the man with the weird arms. I took a deep breath and reminded myself just how much we paid for this dream weekend. “I don’t do gun play. You are ruining our head space.” {Time for the drill instructor voice.} “Leave! Now!” The guard visibly flinched and I felt the man kneeling in front of me twitch. Whether he was flinching or laughing I couldn’t tell without looking at him.
“What are you doing Johnson? You don’t pull guns on the guests!” A bald man in a blue suit appeared at the door and the armed man immediately withdrew. He blocked the view to the hallway with his body as he smiled ingratiatingly at me, apparently quite used to naked patrons. “I do apologize, Madame. Johnson is overzealous.”
“You have armed security guards?” Still playing the offended Domme. {I hope.}
“Gardes de sécurité? Ils ne sont rien mais les canailles dégoûtantes!”(1) Remy mumbled something under his breath in French. I released my grip on his hair and placed a cautioning finger on his lips.
“Yes, Madame. I am quite sorry. We had reports of unauthorized persons in the convention’s private areas. We take our guests’ privacy quite seriously.” The hotel manager continued to smile that smarmy smile. .
“Really.” I thought again about those cameras. I was also trying very hard to ignore the fact that Remy had taken my finger between his lips and was doing something very interesting with his tongue.
“Please, let me make this right.” The hotel manager folded his hands in front of his chest, almost as if praying. “Order anything you like from room service. Dinner is on us tonight. I will tell the kitchen. Just call when you are ready.” Remy’s fingers began to make little circles on the backs of my thighs, out of view of the manager.
“That will be acceptable. Please make sure the door latches properly when you leave. We don’t want anymore uninvited guests.” I stood stock still, doing my best to ignore what the scoundrel in front of me was doing, until the door closed firmly. As soon as it was closed, I pull my finger out of his mouth.
“You owe me for that little Obi-Wan maneuver.” He gave me a puzzled look. I gave a little wave of my hand and did in my best Ben Kenobi voice. “These are not the mutants you are looking for.”
“Star Wars, Remy. Even I know that one.” The black woman chuckled. I noticed neither of them tried to deny my assumption. {Damn.}
“Lock the dead-bolt, please Remy.” I watched as he slipped gracefully out of the water and strode across the room, moving quickly. I could see his dick was already at half staff and I wondered. I sat down again, this time facing away from the cameras and motioned my hubby over to sit on my right. The black woman sat next to him and Remy slid into position on my left.
“Well, looks like ya’ll will be staying a while.” I observed, buying time while I thought about the situation. We came here to play and leaving suddenly might look, well, suspicious.
“Is that door the only exit?” The black woman replied while her companion slid a bit closer to me.
“A room with a view costs more.” I shrugged to cover a start as a hand that did not belong to my husband slid up my thigh. “A lot more.”
“We should leave, Remy. We have imposed on these two long enough.” The black woman saw what my husband did not, and gave Remy a stern look.
“Too dangerous, ‘Ro. Guns and bystanders, dey don’ mix well. Relax, we in good company, no?” He tried that dazzling smile of his on my hubby. If our visitor was at half-mast, my darling hubby was flying his flag proudly. {Horn-dog.}
“I think he’s right…’Ro? They’re requiring visitor’s passes and photo I.D.’s at all the entrances. I’m not sure how ya’ll got in, but I don’t think it’s gonna to be easy to get out.”
“What about…” The black woman called “Ro” craned her neck toward the cameras, but I cut her off.
“We came here to play, and I, for one intend to do just that.” I met her eyes and shook my head slightly. Hubby may be a horn-dog, but he will freak if he thinks we’re being filmed. And if we don’t act like typical conventioneers, someone may think to take a closer look.
I turned to Remy and placed a firm hand over his wandering one. “You said you’d make it worth my while. What did you have in mind?” He grinned wolfishly.
“Remy likes to play, Missy. If your beau don’ mind.” I looked at my husband, who was about to give himself whiplash looking back and forth between our two visitors.
“What’s in it for him? He’s bi and I’m … flexible.” Now my husband was staring at me, mouth opening and closing but nothing coming out.
The Cajun shrugged. “Remy ‘flexible’, but he don’ speak for Ororo.”
Ororo looked shocked. “Flexible? I…I have never seen anyone ‘play’ where it was not bought with money or violence.” I had no idea how to respond to that, so I didn’t.
“So hon, are you in?”
“Will you respect me in the morning?”
“I’ll respect you less if you don’t.” I laughed and gave them our first names. Then I turned to my husband. “Go get some extra towels, my robe and the toy bag.” I gave him a playful swat as he climbed out.
As soon as I was sure he was out of earshot I spoke. “Don’t let him know about the cameras. He’ll freak out. By the way, what can you do? As mutants I mean.” {Oh yeah, I’m that smooth. Geez, I’m a dork!}
Remy plucked a hair from his head and held it close to his body. It glowed red, then he tossed it into the water and it exploded with a small “pop” sending a small spray of water into the air. “Bigger target, bigger ‘boom.’”
His companion sighed then held her hands together over the water. A tiny cloud began to form between then began to whirl faster and faster until it formed a tornado in miniature. “I control the weather, among other things.”
“Cool.” {Well, it was.}
“What are we to do?” Ororo asked me.
“Remy wantin’ to play with Missy here. You can play wit’ her man.” I pinched him somewhere sensitive. “If it O.K. wit, Missy.”
“Play?” The woman looked distinctly uncomfortable and I stifled a chuckle.
“Play. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, Ororo. Really. Hmm… why don’t you spank him? He likes that.” I grinned at her.
“Spank him?” Just then my hubby walked in and looked eagerly at her. He dropped his burden next to the tub and climbed back in. Nobody missed the raging hard-on he was sporting.
Translations (from Babelfish – I don’t speak French!)
(1) “Security guards? They are nothing but filthy scoundrels!”