Page 219 of Arousing Family

"Yes," he agreed. "She knows how beautiful she is and her body is a thing of grace and pleasure. Why don't you relax and let her show you."

I moved back to the chair and he stood with a brandy glass. "Laura, our guest is thirsty. He will drink from you." He moved to her. "First, from your mouth."

"You will give this to our guest." He held her chin up and touching the glass to her lips, poured a small amount of brandy into her mouth. He then looked to me.

I moved before her and holding her head gently, brought her lips to mine. Her smell and her closeness was intoxicating alone; when our lips touched we immediately went to a passionate open-mouthed kiss and she moved the brandy into my mouth with her tongue. I swallowed and moved away while she tried to catch her breath.

"Good. Now, he will drink from your body. Lie down on the table."

Still blindfolded, she used her hands to find the low coffee table and lay herself on it. Her movements reminded me of a panther, full of fluid elegance. She settled on her back and I could see her breasts silhouetted against the fire, moving quickly with her breathing.

"Now he will drink from your breasts. Show him your right breast."

She exhaled another moan, enjoying the power he held over her. She knew she was about to cross a line.

Her hand reached up and pulled down the thin strap of her dress, pulling down until her breast sprang clear. Her pink nipple was hardening before our eyes and her hips moved spontaneously as she lay before us, exposing herself to us.

"Very beautiful," I said in a low, quiet voice.

"Yes. Tonight she is our animal for pleasure." He raised his glass and poured a small amount of brandy across her breast, across her nipple and dripping down her side. I moved close and began licking up the side of her ribs, up to her breast, across her nipple and up to her neck. I kissed her neck, then grazed my lips up to hers and we locked in a long, passionate kiss.

She made a sound and arched her back as I returned to her nipple, pulling it into my mouth and teasing it with my tongue. My hands glided across her silk-covered body, caressing her stomach, her hips, her legs. She began to writhe on the table and her hands moved on top of mine, increasing the pressure and the pleasure she was feeling.

"Laura, you are getting ahead of yourself. Stop." We stopped and I rocked back on my heels, my head spinning. Bob moved next to me. "We must know if our guest is enjoying himself. Sit up."

She sat up and moved to face us, still sitting on the table.

"Touch our guest. Feel him close to you."

She reached out and her hands found my chest, my shoulders. She ran her hands across my face and lips, trying to read them through her touch.

"Lower. Does our guest want your body?"

Her hands now went lower, across my stomach and to my slacks. She quickly ran her hand over my cock, straining against the fabric.

"Is he hard for you?"

"Yes..." She grabbed it through my pants, exploring the length. "He's hard. It's nice."

He reached out for her hand. "Show me."

I knew he wanted to join and touch me too, it was part of our original discussion. They were clear that he was bisexual and very interested in exploring.

She took his hand and held it tight against my stomach. She slid it down, moving over my cock and pressing it there.

"Do you feel him?" she asked. "Am I doing a good job?"

His hand found my cock and squeezed, his other hand coming to press against my back, holding me tightly.

"Yes, but he is still dressed. We will fix that upstairs. First, Laura, he has drunk from your mouth and your breast. He needs to taste your desire before we continue."

She bit her lip and breathed deep. Then her hand moved down between her thighs, finding the hidden treasures underneath her dress. It returned and she offered her fingers before her.

I pulled her fingers into my mouth and tasted her. She tasted like wine to me, delicate and delicious.

"Do you approve?" he asked.

"Yes," I said. "She wants. She needs more."