The New Attic – Pt. 01

Literotic asexstories – The New Attic – Pt. 01 by JayKingMontreal,JayKingMontreal
My Wife and I had been waiting months for this night, and now it was finally here. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest as I went to answer the door, and I had to fight to keep my hands from shaking from the nerves.

I was dressed to impress, as always. My tall and slender 6’1″ body looking not too bad, if I don’t say so myself, in my classy blue three piece suit with the crisp white cotton dress shirt. I had taken the time to do a quick workout before getting showered and shaved in order to make sure that my muscles were firm and prominent.

As for Misha, she was still upstairs putting the finishing touches on her makeup. When I had glanced into the bathroom where she was preparing, the sight of her black cocktail dressed wrapped around her sexy little body had caused me to let out a little whistle of appreciation. At 42 years old she looked 10 years younger, the only thing giving away her age was the streak of white in her hair that framed her amazing grey eyes.

As I walked to the door I took one final look around the house. We had spent the previous day cleaning to the point that everything was spotless. In order to set the ambiance we had decided to light the entire house with a few strategically placed candles, and the warm light of the dancing flames set off the look and feel of our ancestral 1820s home to the point that walking inside you couldn’t help but be transported to a different place. A different era almost. The white plastered walls reflected back a warm orange glow and all of the rich wood accents seemed to shimmer in the light.

Not that we would spend much time downstairs in the living room. The night’s activities were mainly scheduled to take place in the attic. That was, after all, the point of the evening. We had planned a small get together to celebrate the completion of a project that we had been working on for months. Only a few close friends were invited. Our nearest and dearest.

The first to arrive, as luck would have it, just happened to be Nadia. The one who I was most looking forward to seeing. As I opened the door I was treated to her brightest smile, her face radiant in the last rays of the setting sun.

“I can’t believe I actually had the courage to come to this.” She greeted me, shyly smoothing her light silk dress over her curves. The dark purple was the perfect shade for her soft milk-chocolate skin, and it took every bit of my self control not to stare at the hard nubs of her nipples pushing against the fabric. Even in my fantasies I couldn’t quite capture the allure of her, not a tiny girl, but a Woman with full curves and sex appeal so strong that every time I thought of her I couldn’t help but get hard.

“I’m glad I was able to talk you into it.” I pulled her into my arms and kissed her. For a moment my mind went blank, and my whole world was her. The warmth of the kiss, the spicy faste of her mouth, our breathing beginning to sync up. One hand held her hip and kept her pressed close to me, the other hand found its way over her luscious ass. I couldn’t help but notice that I couldn’t feel a panty line. No bra. No panties. I resisted the urge to turn her around, bend her over and fuck her right there in the doorway.

If the evening went as planned there would be time for that later…

And in any case, a second car pulled into our driveway.

Nadia and I broke apart, ending what was one of the most promising kisses I had ever received.

“Good evening!” I looked up to see that Mish was standing on the staircase watching us. Her makeup was done, and she looked spectacular as well, just the right hint of kohl around her eyes and a little bit of colour on her lips.

“Honey, this is the friend I was telling you about, Nadia.” I stepped back and let the two Women check each other out. This was the moment of the night I had been most worried about. The moment of truth. Nadia and I had been flirting and teasing each other for months after meeting up on a website for adult dating. The passion and intensity between the two of us was overpowering, but this was the first time she was meeting my Wife. If the two got along it would open the door for my having the two Women who got me off like no others ever had in my bed at the same time…

If they didn’t get along, well, it would be one of the biggest deceptions of my life. Still, nothing ventured, nothing gained. I felt a bit like Icarus, only the heat that I had to be worried about wasn’t from the sun but from these two spectacularly hot Women.

“Jay has told me a lot about you!” Mish came down the stairs and crossed to kiss Nadia on both cheeks as I waved to the two people getting out of the car that had pulled in while Nadia and I were kissing.

Jean-Pierre and Marie-Claude were two friends of Mish and I whom we had also met on a dating website. Jean-Pierre was in his early forties, tall and fit with a runners body and blonde hair and blue eyes, the style of guy that Mish loves, although she usually prefers brown hair to the blondes. Marie-Claude was about five years younger, a slender brunette with a schoolteacher look and thick plastic framed glasses. He was wearing a pair of jeans and a rich looking linen shirt, while she had on a billowing white dress that left very little to the imagination.

While I focused on the couple’s arrival I couldn’t help but sneak glances back at the meeting of Nadia and Mish. After a hug the two had begun chatting. Other than being a similar height they were almost complete opposites. Mish slender and pale, light brown hair streaked with white and a small frame with A-cup breasts, full figured and dark, Nadia with black curly hair and what I imagine was a large D or even maybe an E-Cup.

Mish whispered something in Nadia’s ear that I couldn’t hear and both Women giggled. I hoped that was a good sign.

“Hey you guys! I hope the drive went well.” I greeted our new arrivals. They live around thirty minutes away when there wasn’t traffic, but with traffic sometimes it could be double that. Our little corner of paradise is in the middle of a bunch of farmland, but still fairly accessible to the city of Montreal.

“No worries,” Jean-Pierre answered, walking around from the drivers side to escort Marie-Claude to the house. I gave her a kiss on the cheek and then shook his hand, welcoming them both into the house.

Glancing back I could see Mish and Nadia chatting quietly to each other, and I couldn’t help but notice that Mish’s hand was resting lightly on Nadia’s hip. That was definitely a good sign.

“I was just texting with Charles and Genevieve” Marie-Claude told me “they should be here soon. Gen said that the sitter got there a bit late.

“No worries.” Charles and Genevieve sometimes had troubles finding childcare for their son who, at five years old could be a bit of a handful. Our own daughter was a bit older at 13, and we had been lucky enough to be able to send her to a friends for a sleepover for the evening.

I led everybody into the living room and went to the bottles of wine that I had left on our rustic barn wood coffee table. There was a bottle of white sitting in a bucket of ice and a bottle of red airing next to it.

Mish and Nadia both greeted Jean-Pierre and Marie-Claude. The Women all gave each other hugs, and Jean-Pierre got kisses on the cheek from Nadia, and a deep french kiss from Mish. I had to fight back a bit of jealousy as I saw the look of admiration he gave Nadia, which was strange considering I did not feel jealous at all when he kissed Mish.

I could only assume that this was because Jean-Pierre and Mish had already played together when we had met in the past for couples play, while this was the first time Jean-Pierre was meeting Nadia and I had yet to get a feel for what the dynamics of that relationship would be.

As I served everybody their choice of drinks the three Women sat down together on our sectional sofa, and Jean-Pierre took our comfortably recliner chair. The tension in the air was almost palpable and everybody began to make small talk to help ease the awkwardness.

I was about to sit at the end of the sectional when I heard the crunch of tires on gravel in the driveway. Gen and Charles had arrived. They were the last people who were supposed to join us for the evening. We wanted to keep things small and intimate.

Charles was shorter and bulkier than Jean-Pierre and myself. As they came into the house I saw that he was wearing a classy pair of corduroy pants and a blue polo shirt which suited his figure. His cleanly shaved head sometimes made me think of a younger, slightly rounder Bruce Willis. Genevieve, for her part, was a tall redhead with a body that had once been athletic but had taken just the right amount of weight as she moved into her thirties and had a child, cutting into the time she used to spend keeping toned and tight. She was wearing a tight black corset style shirt and a pair of tight jeans that showed off her form to perfection.

They took a few moments to introduce themselves to everybody in the group and Gen sat down with the other Women on the sectional while I pulled up two wooden kitchen chairs for Charles and myself.

I poured myself a glass of the white wine, stripped my jacket off so that I was more comfortable, and took a moment just to appreciate the situation. The four Women on the sofa each looked spectacular in very unique and individual ways. I would be happy to spend time with any of the four of them. I had already had the chance to explore sexually with three of the four, this was the first time Mish and I were planning on exploring with Charles and Gen. They were friends of Jean-Pierre and Marie-Claude whom we had met a few times socially but whom we had never had the opportunity to join in the bedroom.

I was definitely the most interested in being with Mish and Nadia at the same time. Marie-Claude and I had a good time together, but we didn’t have quite the same energy as I shared with the other two. Maybe it was pheromones or something. As for Genevieve, well, that would be to discover.

Because I’m still a man with a bit of a macho streak, I also took a moment to compare myself to Jean-Pierre and Charles. We each had our own styles as well, and I could see how the Women would be attracted to each of us. I doubted that Mish would be very interested in Charles, he was the opposite of the style that she prefers. She’s all about tall guys, darker features. That being said, Jean-Pierre’s almost boyish good looks didn’t seem to disappoint her.

I had not yet had the time to really learn what Nadia’s interest in men trended to. In fact, this was to be one of her first real group experiences. She had confided in me once that she had gone to a swingers club in Toronto a few times with an ex boyfriend and had played a bit there, but that she had not had the opportunity to explore the dynamic as much as she wanted to.

The next half hour was spent over glasses of wine and small talk. It was interesting seeing how the group dynamics developed and who tended to gravitate towards whom. Genevieve turned out to be a dynamic and outspoken addition to the evening and she led much of the conversation as we touched on everything from parenting to favourite vacations, from local politics to, eventually, sexual fantasies.

Meanwhile, the light outside our home’s double-glazed windows faded to darkness, and the candles inside did a slow burn. Gen deftly steered the conversation on fantasies onto the topic of group play, and at that point it seemed like the time was right to move things to a different level.

As if responding to some unsaid cue Misha filled her glass of wine and poured a full glass for everyday else. “Alright,” she began, “we’ve been telling everybody about our attic project. We wanted to build the anticipation a bit. I think now might be a good time for us to all head upstairs, after a quick bathroom break for everybody, of course.”

It was almost impressive how quickly everybody got up. While everybody took a few minutes to freshen up and use the washroom downstairs I found myself alone with Mish using the second floor bathroom. “So?” I asked, keeping the question intentionally open to see how she was feeling.

“Well,” she started, smiling at me, “I see why you are such a fan of Nadia. She’s really sweet. I kinda get the impression that she’s a bit more into you than just ‘somebody you know from work.'” I smiled nervously at that, but decided not to answer. My not answering was as much of an answer as if I had answered directly and I could see that she was taking a moment to process this information and was not sure how to react to it.

After a moment she seemed to come to a decision and shrugged and continued, “I always have fun with Jean-Pierre and Marie-Claude, so there is nothing new there. Charles, he seems nice. Not normally the type of guy I am into and I don’t know how it will be this time, but it’s not so much of an issue that it’s a ‘no’. Genevieve seems like she could be fun, although sometimes that ones who talk that much are really not that fun when things get going.”

She basically summed up my read on the situation as well.

“So, are we doing this?” I asked, although her tone led me to believe that I already knew the answer.

“We’re doing this.” She told me, giving me a deep kiss. The kiss continued, and I took the opportunity to slowly slide my hand up her thigh and under her dress. The heat between her legs was intense. I slowly slid one finger between her folds and felt her wetness around it.

“It feels like you’re ready.”

“I’m SO ready.”

We walked out of the washroom and saw that everybody else was standing downstairs around the staircase, waiting for us to lead the way.

“This way.” Mish told them and I stood back as she led everybody through our bedroom to the small narrow staircase that led to the attic. We had left candles burning along the way and the ambience was incredible. Nadia was last in line and I stopped her as she reached the second floor landing.

“Are you okay?” I asked, looking deep into those gorgeous dark brown eyes.

“I’m fine.” She answered stepping into our second deep kiss of the evening. This time her breasts crushed against me and I could feel her nipples like bullets rubbing against my chest. My cock, still hard from my make-out session with Mish a few minutes before, grew even harder. I could feel it throbbing and pressing uncomfortably against my fly. “I’m so fucking wet.” She told me, and she took my finger, the same one that was still wet from when I had rubbed Mish, and slid it under her dress and inside of her. Her pussy was boiling. “I can’t wait to fuck you in front of your Wife.”

We kissed again, even deeper if possible.

“Jay and Nadia….” Mish was calling from the top of the stairs to the attic in a sing-song voice. Everybody was waiting for us.

“Just a few minutes and we’ll get a chance.” I whispered to Nadia, and led her to join the group.

Misha was standing at the top of the narrow staircase in our bedroom, waiting to open the attic door. Everybody else was standing below her on the stairs. The couples were still standing together, but the anticipation was palpable.

As Nadia and I joined the group Misha opened the door and led everybody into the attic.

I was pleased to hear a few gasps of appreciation as everybody walked in.

Our home is a fieldstone farmhouse, more than 200 years old. At some point more than a century ago one of the owners had replaced what was originally a two slope roof with a four slope style. They had left the space created open, with the peak of the roof being about twelve feet high and then the rest sloping out to eventually join the eaves. The space created was about 25 feet by 25 feet, but with the roof sloping only about half of that space was high enough to be really usable, the rest was angled too low for people to stand up under.

When we bought the house Mish and I had begun a few renovation projects, completing them slowly as time and finances permitted. One of the bigger projects we began in our second year was to close the attic into a livable area.

Over the course of the last six months we had built a wall around the space where the roof lowered to three feet. We had put a wall across one quarter of the space to create a closet area, and on the other side we had build a platform for a bed. We had finished the walls with dark wood panelling, and in the middle, under the lower section of the ceiling where the height went from the three foot wall to a height where people were actually able to stand up fully, we had build three moroccan style low sofas. The low sofas enabled us to maximize our use of space as people could sit straight on them even under the three foot roof and the roof at their edge was more than four feet high. Where they were situated also gave a perfect view of the bed area. By keeping all of the wood panelling on the walls and the ceiling dark and rustic looking we were able to create a gorgeous rich looking space. We topped everything off with candle sconces, subdued lighting, and rich fabrics and cushions almost everywhere. Discretely off to one side was a sex bench that I had custom made to match the wood colours and style of the space, and a St-Andrews cross was placed in one corner in an unobtrusive fashion.

We had built a sex room. One which, if we needed to, could be quickly converted back to a more generic use as a cinema or family room with nobody being the wiser.

For tonight’s activities we had soft exotic music playing from the built in sound system. There were also a few small trays of essentials such as condoms, lube, and a few selected toys, placed discretely and strategically around the room.

“Oh my god, this is perfect!” Gen gushed once she had a moment to look around. She immediately ran to the bed platform and laid down on he mattress, seductively kicking her legs in the air as she laid down. “It’s better than any club I’ve ever been to. You guys did an amazing job!”

Misha moved to join her on the bed, and without hesitating Genevieve moved to her and the two women began kissing.

“I guess that’s the sign we’ve all been waiting for.” Charles laughed. He took the brunette Marie-Claude into his arms and began kissing her, almost looking up at her due to the height difference between the two.

Jean-Pierre moved to the other side of Marie-Claude and both he and Charles began to take turns kissing her. Her dress, which had left so little to the imagination when she walked into the house, was quickly peeled off of her body. She wore a lacy white thong with straps which rose high on her hips. Radiant. Seeing her there with her tight little body pressed between the two men, both of them now moving to each take a breast in their mouths, was incredibly sexy. The fact that she still had the sexy librarian glasses on was just the icing on the cake.

Nadia and I moved to the bed. She sat first and Mish moved to create space for her between her and Gen. This started one of the hottest sessions of deep kissing and petting that I have ever had the pleasure of witnessing. Mish was on one side, her petite body almost seeming to hum under the black cocktail dress as her hands and mouth feasted on Nadia, in the middle, whose purple dress had ridden up to mid-thigh almost as if by magic, with Gen on the other side, with her luscious body looking like a wet dream come to life in her tight corset, her red hair draping over Nadia as she explored the other Woman’s body.

I couldn’t decide where to start first, so I just watched the two different scenes unfolding. Marie-Claude and the two men she was with moved towards the Moroccan sofas, the men’s hands now finding their way onto her pussy. She was moaning at their attention and her hands worked to unbutton both of their pants at the same time.

On the bed Mish peeled Nadia’s dress off, and I was struck as always by how sexy her body was, nipples and pussy a darker shade of brown. Nadia pulled my Wife’s dress down and she was licking Mish’s cute little nipples like an ice cream cone, long movements of her tongue from the bottom to the nipple. Gen moved down and found her way to Nadia’s pussy, the redhead diving in with relish.

My cock was so hard it was almost painful. I stripped my clothes off and decided to start with the group on the bed. I moved to the platform where the bed was and gently turned Mish’s head towards me, kissing her deeply. Her breathing was rapid and I could see her chest heaving with excitement. For the second time of the evening I slid my finger into her pussy like I know she loves, slowly stroking my finger the whole length of her dripping slit.

After several moments of deep french kissing I moved down to the breast which was not being devoured by Nadia. Nadia and I made eye contact for a moment as Nadia worked Mish’s nipple passionately with her tongue and lips. We kissed. Our tongues duelling for a moment before we both returned to my Wife’s hard nipples.

Mish moaned deeply, and I felt a squirt of hot liquid on my hand from where my fingers were working her pussy.

“She likes that, I think,” I whispered.

“I think she loves it!” Nadia smiled, and moved up to embrace Mish, the two Women kissing passionately.

“Please don’t stop,” Mish moaned into Nadia’s mouth, “please!”

Nadia gasped and I looked down to see that Gen had slid two fingers inside of her and had begun working her g-spot like a pro.

“Oh FUCK!” Nadia gasped, “that’s fucking amazing!”

I heard a scream from the sofa behind me and broke away from Misha just long enough to glance at the action happening there.

Marie-Claude was lying on top of Jean-Pierre, his cock buried to the hilt inside of her ass, and she was screaming as Charles was sliding what appeared to be a very fat cock into her pussy.

Mish pulled me back into a kiss and I returned my focus to my own fun.

“Honey.” She moaned, my fingers sliding easily inside of her dripping centre, “I want to watch you fuck Nadia while she eats me.”

“Ya?”

“Oh ya. I want to come on her face while you come inside of her. Can you do that for me?”

“Ya baby. Anything for you.” I kissed her again and again, it was difficult to say whether it was one long kiss or dozens of short ones mixed together. Bodies began to blur together. I slide a third finger inside. I could have probably fit more. She was so wet and hot.

Nadia rolled over onto her hands and knees next to us and Gen moved behind her, the redhead rubbed Nadia’s pussy roughly.

Nadia joined our kiss. The three of us blending together, tongues and lips exploring, kissing, licking, pure delight.

“Nadia,” Mish moaned, “will you eat me while my husband fucks you?”

“Of course.”

“Fuck her, Jay. Please. For me.”

I couldn’t say no to that. I got up and Gen rolled to the side. Nadia positioned herself at Misha’s pussy and my Wife pulled the black woman’s head down and began thrusting her hips up into her face, smearing her with her juices.

Nadia was still on her hands and knees and I placed myself behind her. I trailed my hands over those beautiful breasts and gave her thick hard nipples a quick pinch before putting one hand on each of her hips. He pussy was glistening pink below me.

“Condom?” I asked.

“Not for this.” Nadia answered. I knew we had both been recently tested. I wasn’t going to turn down this opportunity. I rubbed my cock slowly up and down her dripping slit.

“No, don’t tease me. Just stick it in me, now. I need your dick!” Nadia told me between mouthfuls of my Wife’s steaming snatch.

I did exactly what she asked, burying my seven inches all the way inside of her. It was amazing. Wet. Warm. Tight. Throbbing. Everything a pussy should be.

I began to thrust almost immediately, pulling myself all the way out until just the tip was resting inside of her and then burying myself balls deep inside again.

The sounds Nadia and Mish both began to make were so intense that I was glad that our nearest neighbour lives half a kilometre away, even with the extra soundproofing we had put into the attic.

Gen moved over and kissed me deeply for a moment, which was incredible. The redhead tasted like strawberries and sex. Before I could get enough of it she moved down and slid her way under Nadia and I felt her begin to work her tongue between the bottom of my shaft and Nadia’s clit.

Nadia’s moans and grunts went to a different level. They joined the screams of Marie-Claude to create a dirty audioscape that drowned out the music that was playing.

I could feel my balls tightening as I thrust again and again into Nadia’s steaming core, and even though I am usually able to last for a long time tonight I could feel that I was going to explode in record time.

Looking up I made eye contact with my Wife and I could see that Nadia’s tongue had her boiling from the pleasure. She wasn’t going to last long.

Below me I felt Nadia begin tightening up, a clear sign that she was on the edge as well. I put everything I could into each thrust, stretching her around me and pushing as deep into her as I was able.

“Oh my god!” Misha screamed, and she began squirting, covering Nadia’s face, the bedsheets, soaking everything in range as she began riding into one of the most intense orgasms I have ever seen her have. This set Nadia off and I could feel her tight sleeve spasming around my cock, a velvet glove milking me like I’ve rarely felt before. This caused me to lose my control and suddenly I was shooting every ounce of sperm I had inside of me into her, filling her with shot after shot until I was left empty, my legs weak and my entire body trembling.

Gen kept on licking, her tongue slowing down and licking the length of my shaft with each little thrust that I gave. Everytime her tongue hit Nadia’s clit I felt Nadia give a little shudder as well.

“Wait, I need a second. I’m too sensitive!” Nadia complained.

Gen moved around and kissed her, tasting my Wife’s juices on my Girlfriend’s face.

I glanced over my shoulder and saw that our three other friends had also slowed down, Marie-Claude was lying in Jean-Pierre’s arms while Charles stroked her hair from the other side, the Woman clearly emotional after making her way through multiple orgasms during her first real double-penetration.

Mish was smiling with a look of contentment on her face, stroking Nadia’s hair with one hand. Her expression was one of pure bliss.

She looked at me and I saw her smile grow even larger.

“Baby”, she said, “somebody still needs to take care of Gen. And in a few minutes I’ll be ready for some cock.”

Mish’s gaze turned adoringly at Nadia, “and you, sweetie, you are definitely spending the night.”