One After Another

All my stories are about Paul and Dana -- a married couple who have learned sex can be enjoyed many ways. Each tale is based on a mix of personal experience and fantasy. Eventually, I plan to weave all stories into one larger work. In the meantime, each can be enjoyed in no particular order, except for the Cycling Odyssey series which is best read in sequence because many characters appear and reappear throughout the chapters.

This story is one of my wife's unfulfilled fantasies. The male characters are all drawn from individual past experiences and have been brought together for one night which we may just try. Names have been changed to protect the innocent.

I appreciate constructive feedback. I especially like comments from my target audience - women. If you are a man reading this, please pass this story on to your wife, or partner, for her reading pleasure.

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ONE AFTER ANOTHER

I should never have mentioned it to him.

The young Asian woman looked up and smiled brightly. She was standing, almost hidden, behind a pedestal just outside the entrance to the Library Bar at the Royal York. Her black, straight hair was pulled back and tied.

"Would you have a table for five?" Paul asked.

"Are you staying at the hotel?"

"Yes. Room 1451."

"Let me see. I'll be right back." She turned and disappeared through the doorway into the bar.

It was about half past six. We'd decided to come down early, just to settle in and to be sure we got a table. People were entering the hotel lobby through revolving doors, taking off their hats and undoing their coats as they rushed toward the elevators. Men in tailored suits, accompanied by women wearing tight fitting, plunging ball gowns and sparkling jewelry, were excitedly walking by on their way to the Imperial Ballroom. The clattering sounds of high heels echoed on the marble floor.

It wasn't surprising I felt chilled. I was wearing only a black lace, see-through blouse and black thigh highs - no panties - under a long skirt with a slit high up one side. A silver, triangular clasp joining the cups of my balcony bra drew attention to my cleavage. Fortunately, no one was able to see that Paul had shaved my pubic hairs. He'd left just a small patch immediately above my entrance. I could feel the cool lobby air between my legs.

Paul had bought my skirt, blouse and bra for this evening. He enjoyed dressing me a notch beyond my comfort level. He called me his lure. He relished watching men lust after me. As we left the room, he'd asked whether I'd undo one more button on my blouse. I'd agreed, reluctantly, reminding myself that he'd be with me. After all, I knew these men and they were nice.

Paul turned to me. "How are you feeling?" He sounded genuinely concerned.

"A bit nervous...but I guess I can't turn back now." I sighed a bit dramatically and smiled.

The young woman returned and began gathering menus. Paul hadn't noticed. His eyes remained on me and had turned serious.

"Yes, you can. They'll understand. We'll just enjoy a few drinks and call it a night. I didn't promise anything."

She announced, "I have a table for you. You can follow me."

We walked behind her into the bar. Thankfully, it was warmer, almost too warm. Loud conversation and laughter drowned out the soft jazz music playing in the background. We were lucky to get the last table.

"How's this?" she asked pointing to a blue leather sofa and two armchairs surrounding a rectangular, low table. The sofa was big enough for two. Three was going to be a squeeze, I thought.

"Perfect!" Paul said.

We sat beside one another on the sofa so that we could see the entrance. Paul turned to me and was about to pick up where we left off when a waitress appeared. She placed two coasters down on our table.

"Can I get you anything to drink?"

Paul looked at me. "Would you like to have their gin martini?"

"That would certainly help" I said half jokingly.

"We'll have two classic gin martinis, please."

Paul put his arm up on the back of the sofa behind me. I looked up at him and shook my head. "I should never have told you."

"Look, we know them. They're real nice men."

They were...each one of them. We'd enjoyed a lovely evening with Mark a couple of years ago. In fact, it was here, at the Royal York, after we'd been to a performance at the Roy Thomson Hall -- Ravel's Bolero. And then there was Colin who'd flown in from Montreal with a bottle of red wine. We'd sat with his wife, Jen, in the bar at the Westin, waiting for him. His flight had been delayed. He'd forgotten his 'rubbers', he'd called them, but we made do. Paul and I still laughed at the way Colin had buried his face between my breasts as soon as we were all undressed in their room. Shawn was the quieter of the three -- so strong, so gentle...and so large. I had a soft spot for Shawn.

Paul interrupted my thoughts. "There's Mark!"

He rose and waved in the direction of a tall man standing in the doorway beside the receptionist. A bright smile broke out on his face. He waved back, looked down to say something to the young woman and started walking toward us. He looked so handsome in that dark brown, worsted wool suit and tie. I took a deep breath as he approached our table. Here goes.

Paul shook his hand. "Great to see you again!"

"Likewise!"

Mark turned toward me. He bent down and gave me a light kiss on the cheek. The scent of his cologne brought back memories.

"It's great to see you again!" His eyes gave me a quick once over. "Wow, you look great!"

Paul moved over to one of the armchairs. Mark sat down beside me. Our waitress appeared out of nowhere to ask Mark what he'd like to drink.

He looked at me. "What are you having?"

"A classic gin martini...just like last time." I raised my eyebrows and gave him a nudge.

Mark leaned over and whispered conspiratorially, "That was a real nice time."

I felt my face warm. The waitress cleared her throat, and I looked up. She had an amused look on her face as though she knew how I was feeling and envied me. Had she heard him?

"I'll have the same then" Mark said.

"Oh, there's Colin!" Paul stood and waved at a man in a dark grey, pin striped suit.

Colin had already spotted Paul. He placed his hand lightly on the young woman's shoulder to get her attention, whispered in her ear and rushed over excitedly to our table.

"No bottle of red wine this time?" Paul joked.

Colin laughed. "I'm sure they've got one here somewhere" he quipped glancing over at the bar.

Colin quickly turned to me. "It's so nice to see you again! You look lovely, as always."

He placed the palm of his hand on my cheek and lifted my face up to his. I didn't expect him to kiss me on the lips! A tingling sensation ran down my spine. Two women sitting at the table beside us saw what had happened. They giggled at my reaction and began watching us closer.

Colin shook hands with Mark and introduced himself. Paul gestured for Colin to sit down beside me on the sofa at the same time as our waitress arrived at our table with three martinis.

"Let me guess" she said to Colin. "You'd like a classic gin martini too!"

We all laughed. Colin leaned forward patting his thighs excitedly.

"Well, if that's what they're all having, I'll join in." Colin was always ready to party.

Mark shifted sideways and placed his arm up on the back of the sofa to make more room for the three of us. Even though Colin and Mark were both tight up against the armrests, our thighs were touching. I saw Mark's eyes look down. I followed his gaze. My bare thigh was showing above the lace band on my stocking. Well, he's seen more than that, I thought. I reached for my martini.

Colin and Mark struck up a conversation about the hotel. Both had stayed here before. Colin hadn't been here since the bar was renovated. Discussion turned to whether the charm of the old bar had been lost. The waitress arrived with Colin's martini.

"Cheers to a lovely evening!" Colin said engaging us all in a toast. He whispered in my ear "And thanks for last time, by the way!"

Just as Paul put his glass down, he saw Shawn standing at the doorway, by himself, scanning the room. Paul stood and waved to catch his attention. Shawn waved back and headed toward our table. He looked relaxed in a light grey herringbone suit -- no tie. He was taller than Mark and Colin, wide shouldered and broad chested. Seeing his hands, I recalled how they'd gripped my hips like a vice. I felt my heart beating a bit faster. I drew in a deep breath to calm myself.

Shawn shook hands with Paul and began introducing himself to Mark and Colin. Seeing another had joined us, the waitress came over to our table. The two women beside us were eyeing Shawn and trying to listen in to our conversation.

"It looks as though you're getting pleasantly outnumbered!" the waitress remarked jovially. She turned to Shawn, "What can I get for you, sir?"

"I'll have what they're having. Thanks!"

Shawn looked at me from across the table and opened his arms wide. "Great to see you!" he said shyly. "I guess I'll have to satisfy myself with a virtual hug...for now".

He noticed my glass was empty. When the waitress came with his drink, he ordered another round for all of us. "I've got to catch up with these guys" he said to her.

I was getting excited sitting amongst these four handsome, well-dressed men being the centre of attention. Every so often, I'd catch one of them either admiring my cleavage or scrutinizing my face. As the waitress laid down a bowl of nuts on the table, she saw my hand resting on Colin's thigh. Her eyebrows raised. Had she also noticed Mark caressing my bare thigh?

As I leaned forward for my glass, my hand slid up Colin's pant leg. My finger rubbed against something hard. I looked down and saw the outline of his shaft in his pants. I looked over at Mark. He too was starting to show his excitement. A noticeable dark patch had formed in his lap. Was I really having such an effect on them? I leaned back with my glass and crossed my legs. Oh my! My inner thighs had become slick with my juices. The feeling was obviously mutual.

I glanced over at Shawn. He was talking with Paul. Shawn was even more handsome than I remembered...so broad shouldered, strong. I saw his big hands fumbling with his martini glass. The thought of those hands squeezing my hips like last time shot through me a second time. I shuddered.

Mark felt my body shake. He stopped caressing my thigh and leaned back surprised.

"You cold?" he asked.

"Hardly!" I replied. I reached down, placed my hand over his and squeezed. I whispered into his ear, "Don't stop! That feels nice."

The waitress approached and asked Paul whether we'd like another round. He looked at me. I shook my head.

"We'll just have the bill please."

"Let me get that!" Mark said when she returned.

Was the night coming to an end? I looked over at Paul. He just smiled. He was leaving the decision to me. I waited for the waitress to clear the table. When she left, I drew in a deep breath to settle my nerves. I quickly looked over at Paul, then back and forth at all three.

"Would you all like to come up to our room...for a drink?" I asked.

Colin squeezed my thigh. Mark shifted in his seat beside me and looked over at Paul. Shawn raised his eyebrows, leaned forward and was about to say something.

Colin spoke first. "I thought you'd never ask!"

Shawn was beaming. "That'd be great!"

I surprised everyone by standing up before Mark could say anything. "Let's go then!"

We walked out of the bar and across the lobby toward the elevator leaving the two women sitting beside us looking amused wondering where we were going. They started talking animatedly. As we waited for the elevator, Colin wrapped his arm around me. I felt Mark's hand press lightly on the small of my back. I entered the elevator and turned around to face the door. Mark's hand slid down and began caressing my bottom. I pushed my behind into his hand. He gripped tight and shook my cheek appreciatively. The elevator door closed and there was a sharp jerk to the side as we started going up. I fell into Mark. He wrapped one arm around me and pulled me in tighter flattening my breast against his ribs.

Shawn was standing beside me. I looked up into his face. "We haven't properly said hello yet."

I placed my free hand around the nape of Shawn's head and pulled him down to my lips. I surprised him with a wet kiss slipping my tongue between his lips searching for his. He responded quickly kissing me passionately as the elevator continued upward. I could feel him thickening against my stomach.

The elevator doors opened, and I exited first. Colin and Mark caught up and wrapped their arms around me again. I looked up at them both and smiled. Colin cupped my breast and squeezed. Mark's hand resumed circling my behind. My hips responded instinctively by swaying wider. Paul and Shawn followed us down the hallway to our room enjoying the action.

Everyone stood back waiting patiently as Paul fumbled with the card key and finally opened the door to our corner suite. The large sitting area overlooked a tall, bronze coloured office tower. A sofa and two armchairs surrounded a square, steel framed coffee table with a marble top. As the door closed behind us, I excused myself and went to the bathroom. I could hear them talking.

"Are you sure Dana is comfortable with this, Paul?" It was Shawn asking.

"She's a little nervous but I think so. Actually, she brought up the idea of playing with more than two men -- not me! I know she feels comfortable with you guys. Why don't we just see how far she's willing to go. Leave it up to her."

I heard some more talking but couldn't really make out what was being said. Furniture was being moved, and the drapes were being drawn. Then I heard Paul say, "I'll just sit here and watch."

I looked at myself in the mirror. Are you ready for this?

I'd fantasized about several men feasting on me, even before we were married. I'd never told Paul -- until I let it slip, after a second glass of wine, about six months ago. After that, Paul brought it up now and again. The thought obviously excited him. The more we talked about it, the more comfortable I became with the idea and the more excited.

Then, one day, Colin emailed saying he'd be in town alone on business and, two weeks later, Mark contacted Paul about getting together again. Paul half jokingly suggested the idea of meeting them both at the Library Bar. I'm sure he was testing me. When I said teasingly 'Maybe', he suggested inviting Shawn as well. The next day, I couldn't get the thought out of my head. In fact, I masturbated in the shower imagining. As soon as Paul came in the door from work that evening, I said "Let's do it!" He knew what I was talking about and hugged me.

Paul dressing and shaving me had affected me like an aphrodisiac. The martinis had helped too. The discrete touching on the sofa, the elevator ride and walk down the hallway reassured me that I was wanted. It was obvious. But I was still anxious. How was this going to work? Could I please all three of them? I took comfort in knowing Paul was there and was excited by the thought of him watching me being taken. I took a deep breath and reached for the door.

When I came out of the bathroom, I noticed they'd all taken their jackets off except for Paul. Colin and Mark were sitting at opposite ends of the sofa each with a glass of white wine. Shawn was in one of the armchairs. He had a glass of water. Paul was standing by the mini fridge pouring himself a glass of red wine when I came back in the room. He looked up at me concerned whether everything was OK. I nodded and smiled. He noticed I'd undone another button on my blouse. He smiled and winked at me.

"Would you like something to drink?" he asked.

"I'll have a glass of white wine, thanks!"

Colin stood and reached for my hand. He led me to the sofa where I sat down between him and Mark. Paul handed me my drink and sat down in the armchair on the other side of the coffee table.

"Great to have you all here!" Paul said.

I took a sip of my wine and placed the glass down on the coffee table. When in the washroom, I'd wondered who'd make the first move. I'd guessed Colin. But he seemed uncomfortable, a bit nervous. The conversation had turned unexpectedly awkward. I longed for a hand to be placed on my thigh or on my hip like when we were in the bar. I grew impatient. What are these guys waiting for? Out of frustration, I put my arms up on the back of the sofa and looked first at Colin then at Mark.

"Well?"

I looked down at my breasts and back at them. I couldn't be more obvious!

"I think the lady would like some attention" Mark said with a nervous laugh looking at Colin.

They shifted in their seats to face me. Colin began fumbling with the few buttons left done up on my blouse. His hands were shaking. As soon as he undid the last one, Mark began rubbing the palm of his warm, calloused hand over my breasts. I felt my bra straps slip off my shoulders.

Mark wriggled his fingers under my breast and lifted it delicately out of my bra cup. Colin followed his lead. As they lowered their heads to suckle me, I pulled them tight against my breasts. Their mouths frantically sought out my nipples. Colin was the first to latch on. I felt his nose press into my flesh as he began to suck. Mark circled his tongue lightly around my nipple. Every so often, he sucked hard and tugged outward releasing it with a loud smack. My upper body spasmed each time. My aureoles became so swollen they looked like small saucers turned upside down. My nipples had become shiny, elongated dark brown plugs. Colin's saliva was dripping from the tip.

I didn't notice Shawn returning from the bathroom. He placed a clean towel on the sofa arm and pushed the table back slightly to make more room. He then made his way between the sofa and coffee table toward me. I felt his warm fingers on my waist searching for the zipper on the side of my skirt as Mark struggled with the hook on the back strap of my bra. My skirt loosened first, then my bra. Mark slid his hand under my breast and lifted it up and down appreciating its weight. I looked at him, smiled and raised my head up to his. We kissed as his soft hand squeezed my breast tenderly.

Shawn continued struggling with my skirt as Colin removed my bra. To help, I put a hand on Shawn's shoulder and pulled myself up off the sofa, just enough so that Shawn was able to tug my skirt down over my hips. He let it fall to my feet where it got caught on one of my high heels. I reached down and carefully stepped out. Shawn tossed my skirt on the chair where he'd been sitting. In the meantime, Colin had spread a towel on the sofa underneath me. I sat back down amongst four fully clothed men, totally naked except for my black stockings and high heels.

Mark and Colin returned their attention to my breasts and nipples as Shawn kneeled in front of me. Feeling warm and uncomfortably damp between my legs, I spread them not realizing how wanton I'd become. Shawn placed the palm of his hand on my swollen mound and slowly squeezed. He released and slid a finger teasingly upwards between my drenched lips to my clit. My legs spread wider. I leaned my head back and closed my eyes. My pelvis rose up off the sofa as he inserted two fingers carefully. He began shaking them back and forth. Everyone could hear my juices being whisked.

"You're soaked Dana!" Shawn remarked.

I pleaded. "Shawn! Don't stop!"

I pushed myself back in the sofa and spread my legs even wider.

Colin rose up from my breast and began kissing me passionately. Mark pressed his head into my breasts. I felt the palm of his hands cupping the side of my breasts and squeezing them tightly against his face. I wrapped my arms around his head and pulled him closer, smothering him. I shook my upper body and released him. He pulled back, gasping for air and went back down on me latching on to a nipple.