Discovering Mysteries

By: Michelle T

The dishes were cleared away, the wine glasses refilled, the lighting softened and the soothing sounds of Jann Arden filtered throughout the room. Howie and Stephanie sat in companionable silence as they digested their exquisite meal of strawberry bisque, Caesar salad and grilled salmon. She placed her glass down gently on the rich mahogany coffee table and turned to her lover of the last three months with a sweet smile.

"Dinner was delicious, Howie. You continue to amaze me with your talents. Will you always be a mystery to me?" She leaned over and brushed his lips with her own. He inhaled sharply as the aroma of her light perfume and the sweet wine met his senses, alighting not only his sense of smell, but of touch as her hand fell lightly upon his thigh. His own glass was placed beside hers.

"Stephanie, I've waited all my life for you." he replied in a voice filled with desire. "What took you so long to find me?" With that smile that caused women to fall from their chairs across the world, he slipped his arms easily around her ribcage and pulled her onto his lap. "Stay with me tonight, Stephanie. Share my bed with me, let me discover your mysteries as well."

Howie had become entranced with her at first sight and watched breathlessly as she was led to the table by a beautiful oriental girl. He quickly rose from his seat and held out the chair next to him for her. She met his soulful eyes and melted into his deep dark pools. As he slipped the customary lei over her silky tresses, a shiver coursed through her body as his hands gently lifted her hair away from the back of her neck, allowing the colorful strand of small flowers to rest against her skin. The heavenly fragrance of the flowers mingled with his musky cologne.

Howie and Stephanie had met in early spring when her company had awarded her with the Circle of Excellence Award and sent her to Orlando for an all expense vacation for two. She had called her best friend Kara and invited her to stay with her at the lovely Polynesian Hotel in the center of Disney's magical world. Kara and Stephanie spent their first night at the hotel's luau. Fortunately for them, they were seated with two single incredibly hot men.

She glanced across the table at Kara and chuckled to herself as her friend was being enveloped in a hug by a lean sexy man clothed in leather trousers and a snug fitting white tank. His muscular arms adorned with a variety of tattoos, his eyes hidden behind golden lenses. Kara blushed lightly and allowed her dinner companion to guide her down beside him. She caught Stephanie's glance and with a conspiratorial wink mouthed the word "Freak!". Stephanie grinned and knew immediately that she would not be having the pleasure of Kara's company for much of the week. Howie touched her arm lightly, bringing her attention back to her side of the table. She looked at him with a warm smile and introduced herself. They spent the week together, which went by much too quickly. As she was departing for her home in Seattle, Howie handed her a long pale lavender envelope. "Open it only after I've gone," he whispered into her ear as he hugged her goodbye. Their parting was filled with promises of telephone calls, wishes for just one more day together and tender whispers of love. Stephanie opened the envelope once she was settled into her seat and tears rolled down her cheeks as an itinerary and plane tickets for each upcoming weekend fell into her lap.

Now three months later, he had swept her off her feet, literally. They had met in Boston, Chicago, Denver, San Diego, Las Vegas. No matter where his busy schedule brought him, each and every Friday evening he greeted her with a lei of fragrant small flowers and a plea for her to move to Orlando. Unable to resist this charming man any longer, Stephanie had transferred to Florida and was finally in the arms of her lover, finally seeing where he lived and finally meeting his friends.

Stephanie responded to Howie's request by pulling out of his embrace with a seductive smile and a brilliant twinkle in her blue eyes. Her hands met the small black buttons of his dark shirt and commenced undoing them, one at a time. As the fabric eased apart, her warm lips trailed from his throat to his collarbone to his chest, which was covered in a spray of soft fine hairs. Her tongue rolled gently around his dark nipples, bringing them to life. His hands weaved their way slowly through her salt and pepper tresses. He loved the way the silken strands seemed to glide seductively across his fingers and then threaten to escape him, only to be caught up yet again with a slight movement of his wrist. He groaned lowly as the last button was freed and her lips hovered low on his abdomen. A light flick of her tongue beneath his belly button proved to be his undoing, proved to be the key to unleashing the fire smoldering within him. He pulled her up quickly and took possession of her mouth. His lips danced across hers briefly, allowing her to savor their wine flavoring. Her tongue met his and they were quickly engulfed with passion. Her dress was unzipped and pulled away from her body. His shirt was shrugged carelessly from his shoulders. Their bare chests crushed together as the need to become one escalated.

Mere moments later, the front door was slammed shut and heavy footsteps made their way towards them. Stephanie froze in her lover's arms, alarmed at the sudden intrusion filtering through her body.

"Howie? Who's that?" she asked quickly trying to cover her half-naked body. Howie peered around her shoulders and met the steely gaze of his roommate.

"Nick! Wha. . . What are you doing home?" Howie visibly blanched at the younger man's expression.

"Home? You didn't tell me you had a roommate." Stephanie's tone conveyed both her embarrassment and shock. She struggled to pull the dress up against her chest without having to remove herself from Howie's safe presence. Her cheeks reddened as a husky voice met her ears.

"Well. . . well, Howard. Who do we have here?" Nick eased his long frame onto the arm of the couch and gazed in amusement at the flustered couple. His arm reached out and his long fingers trailed down her spine. Stephanie gasped and flew around to confront him, her hand clutching the material of her dress against her chest.

"Who the hell do you think you are? Don't you have any respect for your roommate's privacy? Now get out!" Stephanie was unfazed by the smirk covering the boy's face. She gave him a quick once over and recognized him immediately. Dismissing him with a flick of her hand, she turned back to Howie. "I think I'd better go, baby. Either that or your friend has to go."

Howie was visibly shaken, his eyes frozen on Nick's face. He knew that look. He knew he was in trouble now. Wracking his brain to recall the date, he suddenly groaned and gently eased Stephanie off his lap. "Stephanie, I'm so sorry. This is Nick Carter, my, um, roommate. I'm sorry, darling, but I totally forgot the date." He looked crestfallen at the confusion in her eyes.

"The date? What date, Howie? I don't understand. . . " Stephanie slipped her arms into the sleeves of her dress and stood up to meet his eyes.

"The date, my sweet little thing, is the 2nd and Howard knows better than to schedule other activities on the 2nd, don't you Howard?" Nick had risen as well and towered over both Stephanie and Howie. Stephanie looked up at him and was taken aback at the anger flaring from Nick's eyes. "Howard, may I see you in the other room?" Nick looked down at Stephanie and smiled sweetly, "I'm so sorry to interrupt your evening, Stephanie. I have heard so much about you and am intrigued. Please don't go just yet. Howard and I need to discuss something quickly and then we can get to know each other better." He bent down and whispered in her ear. "You look delicious." With a slow flick of his tongue, he brought her ear lobe between his teeth and nibbled gently.

Before she could fully recover from the shivers that flew through her, she mutely watched as Nick caught Howie's elbow and guided him down the hall. She finished adjusting her clothing and sank back down onto the sofa. With her mind reeling from the questions surrounding the anger in Nick's eyes, she reached over, grasped her wine glass and drained it of it's contents. Moments later she heard the distinct sound of someone whimpering. Fear shot through her and she was instantly on her feet making her way quietly down the hall.

"Get down on your knees! How dare you defy me, Howard. How dare you forget what night this is." Nick's large hand held onto the back of Howie's head and forcefully jerked his hair backwards. Howie raised imploring eyes at his master and begged him to forgive him. "Please, Nicky, you know I've never forgotten, not once all year. Please don't be mad at me. Please. . . "

Nick released a satisfied chuckle and stared down at the beautiful sight before him. How he loved to see those large brown eyes look upon him in such a manner. Licking his lips in anticipation, he slowly reached downward and undid the snap of his jeans. The soft scraping of his zipper lowering caused Howie's eyes to widen with fear. "No, Nick, not tonight, please I beg you. Stephanie. . ."

"Stephanie? Now there's a lovely thought. Very nice choice, Howard. It's no wonder you've kept her hidden from me these past few months. Now, suck me, slave." Nick pulled his long semi-erect member from within the confines of his pants and held it towards Howie. Howie stared hopelessly at Nick's prized possession, wanting to taste him, wanting to devour him, yet knowing the love of his life was just down the hall, confusion tore at him.

"No, Nick! No more." Howie attempted to stand but was quickly stilled by Nick's firm grip on his shoulders.

"Please, Howard, please tell me you didn't just say no to me." Nick cupped Howie's chin and ran his thumb across the full pink lips that he knew could not resist his own. He sank to his knees before Howie and brought his other hand up to caress Howie's eyebrow. "I know you want me, Howard, I know you crave me." His seductive tone entranced Howie, much to Howie's dismay. Why did Nick have this hold over him, he wondered as Nick's mouth descended. The full pouty lips covered his own and it only took a brief moment before his own lips began moving against Nick's. Releasing a series of whimpers, Howie opened his lips for Nick's invasion. The blonde's tongue overpowered his own and plunged deeper into his hungry mouth. Howie's hands moved of their own accord and sought out the stiff pole between Nick's legs. As Howie's hands encircled Nick's cock, Nick released his own deep groan.

Stephanie stood outside the door with her hand pressed tightly to her mouth. Shocked, horrified, mortified. . . entranced. Dear god, how can she stand here and continue to listen to the sins being committed from within that room? Despite her initial revulsion at the thoughts of what could be going on behind those closed doors, she was rooted to the spot, unable to flee. The man she loved was behind those doors. The man who was still a mystery in many ways to her. The man that escorted her into oblivion with the mere touch of his hand. The man that. . . good god. . . was sucking on another man's penis!

As she heard a throaty grunt erupt from Nick, she released her own small groan and leaned heavily against the wall. Her womanhood tingled with desire and she felt the trickling of her juices against her panties. She closed her eyes as her fingers lightly grazed the swollen bud hiding beneath her fine lingerie.

Nick leaned heavily against the wall as he guided Howie's head back and forth. Good god, no one sucked him better than his little Latin lover. Those full warm lips of Howard's sheathed his aching tool perfectly. His Howard had grown to be quite the considerate lover after all these months. It had all started on New Year's Day. After a night of singing, dancing and drinking with a thousand other people at Universal Studios, Howie and Nick had opted for a quiet relaxing day at home. Neither was feeling up to par due to their hangovers, and they spent the day groaning and watching television, occasionally arguing good-naturedly over which channel to watch or who's turn it was to make a fresh pot of coffee, or as the day wore on, who would make lunch, who would freshen up their empty champagne glasses. Inevitably a battle of macho-ness ensued. Who was the better flirt, who was the better kisser, who could get a woman to scream their name quicker? They made a bet and then dressed quickly and found the nearest club. A midnight deadline was set. The stakes were high, and Howie had lost. He would be Nick's love slave once a month for a whole year.

As Nick exploded into Howie's mouth, his ears suddenly caught the sound of whimpering from the wall behind him. He pulled Howie up quickly and kissed him forcefully. "Take off your clothes, Howard, and get on the bed." Howie nodded and quickly released his own throbbing cock from his pants. Nick strode to the door and pulled it open quickly.

Stephanie gave a slight scream as Nick appeared before her. His eyes drawn to the hand buried between her legs. She stared mesmerized at his quickly swelling cock. Within seconds he had her scooped up into his arms. His lips captured hers as he walked her into the bedroom and kicked the door closed behind him. Howie looked up in surprise from his position on the bed. "Nick! What are you. . . "

Nick tore his lips from Stephanie's and gently laid her beside Howie. "Shut up, Slave and just kiss her."

Stephanie and Howie locked gazes. Both blushing furiously from embarrassment. The silence hung heavy between them. Nick swiftly pulled Stephanie's panties down and off and flung them aside, the action causing Stephanie to finally break her gaze from Howie. "Nick, don't. . . " Her words dissolved into soft mews as Nick spread her legs and lapped at her swollen bud, "OH GOD!" she cried lustily as her hips rose to meet his slow strokes. Howie stared at Nick's pink tongue slowly drawing circles around Stephanie's pink bud. His own cock twinged at the erotic sight and he grabbed it with his left hand and squeezed it pleasurably. He looked back up to Stephanie's face and saw the lust and desire pouring from her eyes. He leaned over to her and plunged his tongue deeply into her hungry mouth. Stephanie came quickly the first time as the two men administered their skillful manipulations upon her heaving body. Nick refused to budge from her clit, but finally eased her cravings somewhat by sliding a long finger into her and seductively moved it in and out. Her hips rose higher as his large hands cradled and massaged her ass cheeks. His tongue plunged into her quickly and she released her second mind blowing orgasm. He lapped at her juices furiously as she writhed in ecstasy beside Howie. She nudged Howie closer to her and grabbed his swollen member out of his own hand.

"I need to taste you, Howie. Fill me with your golden rod." She opened her mouth slightly in anticipation of filling her mouth with his glorious cock. He maneuvered his body over hers and allowed his aching dick to be sucked into her mouth.

Nick glanced up from his position between Stephanie's legs and admired the firm tanned butt cheeks belonging to his slave. He tenderly reached a hand out and caressed the smooth skin. Howie glanced back at him and adorned him with a beautiful smile. Nick's own cock was pulsating madly and craved release. He slid quickly into Stephanie's womanhood and moaned lustily as her tender lips encased his hardened shaft. Her cries were muffled by the turgid member filling her mouth.

Nick pumped her quickly for just a moment before pulling out of her and pushing Howie off her chest. "Get in the middle of the bed, Stephanie." He ordered. She did so without question and stared hungrily at the two naked glistening men before her. "Get your sweet ass over here, Howard." Howie's eyes widened in desire and embarrassment, however he did as commanded. "Now, get between her legs and show her how you schwing with your schlong." Nick's silly words caused Stephanie to giggle and Howie to roll his eyes, however, he was soon nestled between her warm thighs and nuzzling on her hardened nipples. Nick reached around and grabbed Howie's length and stroked him gently before guiding him to her awaiting pussy. Howie sank deeply into her bringing forth cries of relief from them both. Nick looked down at his own eager cock and smiled sweetly. "Don't you worry, Mr. Big, you'll get yours in just a second," To appease his patient pet, he lightly ran his finger around its gleaming head and squeezed it ever so gently as the first drops of his jism appeared. His other hand sought out his slave's puckered hole and he toyed with it expertly as his slave drove his dick into the moaning Stephanie. Howie tensed up briefly at Nick's touch and had to hold himself back for a moment in order not to explode into Stephanie just yet. He slowly edged his length back into her and pushed his ass slightly higher into the air, inviting his master in. Nick dipped his head quickly and lubricated Howie with his own juices from his mouth. Howie squirmed and moaned into Stephanie's breast as her hands raked through his dark tresses.

Nick took pleasure in making Howie long for him, hell the longer he made him wait, the longer his orgasms seemed to last. Finally, at Stephanie's frantic urging, Nick settled himself behind Howie and eased his massive rod into Howie's tight ass. Howie screamed lustily as his huge master finally gave him what he craved. Howie's cock swelled and plunged in and out of Stephanie's tight pleasure box once again. Nick found his rhythm and the three of them moaned and groaned in unabashed lust and desire until finally all three exploded simultaneously.

The evening turned into dawn as the master, his slave and his slave's one true love, continued on exploring the depths of erotica as a threesome. It was mutually agreed that Slave Night would now become a weekly event.

The End

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