Christmas with my Three Best Friends (Lucky Lady Reverse Harems)

Chapter 7

7

Shay

C hristmas week finds the four of us at a private spa and resort in upstate New York called Hedonerie, which I believe to be a play on the word hedonism. I guess there would no other fitting term for what we’re doing, anyway. Richard booked us private suites on the first floor of this sprawling complex overlooking the snowy Chappaqua woods.

The resort is splendid—a cluster of interconnected minimalist buildings with humongous windows and sloped glass roofs. The lobby is clean and well-appointed as we reach the reception desk.

“Good morning, and welcome to Hedonerie,” the concierge says. “I presume you have a reservation, sir?”

Richard nods and slides his ID across the counter. “Yes, I do. Richard Adami.”

“Ah, right, Mr. Adami,” the girl replies, while the other receptionist tends to an incoming couple. Glancing around, I notice a lot of couples hanging out in groups, laughing and touching one another in a rather intimate and loving manner. Why do I find it odd? “We’ve been expecting you. Your suites are ready, and my colleagues will guide you to your rooms.”

“Thank you,” Richard says. “I believe we’re also booked for dinner tonight.”

“That is correct. We have you at a table for four at seven o’clock. Would you like to confirm while you’re here?” the girl replies.

He nods once. “And one of the playrooms afterward.”

“Yes. Which would you prefer?”

“Playroom?” I mumble and give Marius a wondering look. He smiles vaguely, and it does all sorts of things to me. “Playroom?” I ask again.

“You’ll see,” he replies.

A concierge comes over to load our bags onto a brass-plated cart while I keep my ears open and aimed at the reception desk, where Richard is going over playroom options. I thought this was a spa and resort. I’d understand massage and hydrotherapy rooms. I’d understand thermal pools and cosmetic salons. But playrooms?

“I think we’ll settle for the Nubile Classic,” Richard says.

I mouth the words to myself. “Nubile Classic…”

“Shall we say nine o’clock?” the receptionist asks.

“Sounds decent. Two hours should be enough for dinner, right?” he turns to us.

I nod my agreement along with Jax and Marius, though I’m still not sure what we’ll be doing after dinner. Part of me suspects something decadent and particularly spicy, but I’ve decided to let the element of surprise make everything more interesting while we’re here. I’ve never spent Christmas outside of Seattle. I think I’ve earned myself a break, and I couldn’t imagine a better way to spend Christmas than with three of the hottest men I’ve ever known. I’m excited and eager, obviously, but definitely nervous. It’s one thing to fantasize about a foursome with Marius, Jax, and Richard, and a whole other thing to actually go ahead with it.

We’re escorted to our rooms on the first floor by another concierge. The first one has already carried our bags in while we were given a brief tour of the ground floor. The whole place is a sensory experience, I soon realize, as I listen to the soft jazz music pouring from seemingly invisible speakers. Every single choice of design is meant to soothe and relax the resort’s guests, and I have to admit, it’s working.

My room is huge with floor to ceiling windows that offer a full view of the hot springs and the surrounding gardens. Snow has fallen everywhere, though the staff make sure to keep all the pathways and seating areas clean and dry. But it looks beautiful, a pristine white blanket covering the gardens and loading the leafless trees with shimmering snow crowns.

The living room area is wide open with creamy seating and a glass coffee table, where an assortment of fresh fruits and healthy snacks await in a silvery bowl with filigree edges. The bed is ginormous, covered in ivory-colored silk, sprigs of lavender left on the pillows along with a welcome note. My bathroom is like something out of a dream, with treated wood paneling that resembles a Swedish sauna, while the clawfoot tub looks deep and wide enough to hold a foursome.

“Holy smokes, I’m in heaven,” I mumble as I tour my room, taking in every detail and running my fingers along every surface.

A phone rings somewhere in the room. I look around and spot a vintage rotary telephone with a brass dial and mother-of-pearl inlays.

“Hello?” I answer, and Marius’s voice flows through.

“How’s it looking?”

“Oh, gosh, it’s wonderful, Marius. I’m spoiled and then some.”

“Yeah, you should see my room. I reckon we’ll be coming back here. I’m already hooked,” he laughs.

“What kind of resort is this?” I ask him.

“What do you mean?” he replies.

I can almost see him lounging in a seat like mine, listening to the sound of my voice. The scantily clad couple outside my window captures my attention as they start making out, tongue-wrestling without a lick of shame as other spa residents simply walk past them, smiling and talking, without a care in the world, unbothered by what’s happening.

“Well, I’m looking at this couple,” I tell Marius. “Out in the hot springs… Do you have a view of them, too? Or is your room on the other side?”

“No, I can see them.”

“So, you can see what they’re doing,” I say, my voice lower and raspier than usual. Crap, I’m turned on. And judging by Marius’s voice, he’s not far behind.

“He’s licking her breasts, yeah. She seems to like it,” he replies somewhat nonchalantly.

“They remind me of us,” I hear myself and cannot believe my own ears.

What’s even more troubling is the fact that my hand is traveling downward, fingers unbuttoning my jeans as I keep watching the couple. He’s handsome, maybe in his mid-forties and blonde, while she’s super fit and tanned, her ginger hair pulled up in a loose bun on the top of her head. I see her muscles twitching as she wraps her arms around his neck.

The woman’s upper back is against the pool’s edge, her breasts just above the water. I lick my lips slowly.

“See how he takes his sweet time with each nipple?” Marius asks.

“Yeah.”

My fingers slide between wet folds, a swollen nub awaiting in desperate need of release. Whatever this place is, it’s doing one hell of a number on me—and I’m not the only one, either. Another couple stops not far from the pair Marius and I are watching. They seem just as interested, the husband parting his wife’s robe to touch her. She spreads her legs for him and smiles as they both admire the pool frolickers.

“She must be gushing underwater,” Marius says.

“She’s not the only one.”

“You’re wet, huh?”

“Soaking.”

“Look at her lips. She’s whispering something to him,” he says.

Whatever the ginger woman says to her man, he’s red-faced as he shifts underneath. “Oh, damn, he’s fucking her, isn’t he?”

“She’s loving every second of it. Aren’t you?”

I’m flicking my clit incessantly, feeling the tension gather in the pit of my stomach before a sudden descent between my legs. I’m panting over the phone, and I can hear Marius’s ragged breathing so close, as though he’s standing right beside me.

“God, yes,” I moan softly.

“Are you touching yourself?”

“Aren’t you?”

“Absolutely.”

“And we’re watching them,” I tell him. “While thinking of each other…”

He exhales sharply. “Check out their voyeurs, though.”

“Oh, wow…”

The other couple are getting busy, as well. The man has the woman bent over as she holds on to a bench for dear life. He pounds into her, each thrust making her thick thighs jiggle. The ginger woman in the hot stream bounces happily with her legs wrapped around her man’s waist, her breasts splashing over the water.

I slide my middle and ring finger inside myself while pressing the bottom of my palm against my clit. “Talk to me, Marius… I’m almost there…”

“I can’t wait to have you like that,” he says, and I can feel him closer to the edge. “To lose myself inside you. Shamelessly, over and over until you’re crying out my name and Jax’s and Richard’s at once. Look at the redhead now…”

I do, and I make myself come as I watch her cry out in ecstasy, her head thrown back as her man gives her everything he’s got while biting her shoulder. The other couple have switched places. It doesn’t even matter that it’s a cold winter outside; the steam and heat from the hot spring keeps the whole garden at a lovely temperature. The woman is naked and on her knees, sucking her partner’s cock until he explodes in her mouth.

Marius’s guttural moan sends me into the sweetest bliss as I finger-fuck myself, snippets of that Friday night at the office making me quiver twice over.

“This is so fucking hot…” I manage, coming down from a different kind of paradise.

“Wait until you see what we’ve got planned for after dinner,” Marius replies, catching his breath as well.

I leave the couples outside and lean back into my chair. “Will it be like what we just witnessed?”

“Even better and thrice over.”

Oh, I like the sound of that. I never imagined I’d lose my virginity in such a decadent setting. This clearly isn’t a regular spa and resort. Whatever this place is, however, I plan to enjoy it to the fullest. I’ve suppressed this part of myself for too long.

It’s time to grab life by the horns and go for a spectacular ride. I’ve got three gorgeous hunks who are more than eager to claim and dominate me in every which way. Tonight can’t come soon enough.

Dinner is a delight.

I’m wearing a little black dress with chrome-colored heels and a few matching bangles on my wrist. I spritzed my favorite evening perfume—a seductive layer of roses and bergamot mingled with pepper and lemon blossoms. Jax loves sniffing me like a hound in heat, frequently leaning into me for this endeavor.

Our table is loaded with various meat and side dish platters, as we ordered a selection to try from. There were so many appealing options the waiter offered us mixed plates to enjoy as much of the menu as possible without stuffing ourselves full like Thanksgiving turkeys. Glancing around, I see the couples from earlier enjoying their dinner together. Other couples do the same—though I also spot hands under the table. Legs spreading. Devilish smiles and dirty whispered words.

“Damn, everybody is perpetually horny in this place, huh?” I mumble.

Richard follows my gaze and laughs lightly. “Hedonism at its finest, don’t you think?”

“I don’t mind it in the least,” I say. “But you still haven’t told me about the playroom. What’s that about, exactly?”

“She’s curious,” Jax chuckles, looking at Richard and Marius.

“Of course. And judging by everything I’ve seen so far, I’m pretty sure I’ve landed in some kind of kinky, sex jungle of sorts,” I reply with a smirk.

“It’s a spa. A special kind of spa,” Marius says, finishing his main course with a deep sigh and a generous gulp of sparkling wine.

Before long, our table is cleared and dessert is served—a plethora of strawberries, sliced peaches, and raspberries accompanying various rare cheeses, nuts, and dollops of whipped cream in crystal cups. A sweet dessert wine is included, as well.

“Gewurztraminer,” I mumble, reading the label with a furrowed brow. “My tongue’s getting tied just trying to pronounce this…”

“It’s the best on the market,” Richard says. “They have it delivered from Austria. But you want to be careful with it. One glass too much, and you’ll be wilding out like our neighbors over there,” he adds, holding back a laugh as he looks to his left.

I follow his gaze and gasp upon noticing a woman on her knees under the table. She’s blowing her man out of his mind, while the other couple accompanying them feed each other strawberries and whipped cream, watching. Naturally, my body reacts, liquid arousal trickling between my legs as I clench my knees tighter together.

“Damn, this is insane,” I mumble.

“But also pretty stimulating,” Jax replies. He takes my hand and guides it under the table so I can feel precisely how hard he is. “It’s what this place is all about, really. Letting go of every inhibition and indulging in every sin available. The minute we walked through the door, we left the rest of the world behind us.”

I nod slowly, unable to take my hand off him. If anything, I’m tempted to squeeze ever so slightly, wishing he’d at least unzip his jeans so I can hold him properly. As if reading my mind, he pulls his cock out, and I happily wrap my fingers around the thick shaft, stroking him slowly.

“I like it,” I say. “I’ve been such a prude for so long… it’s actually quite liberating to let go.”

Richard leans forward, his green eyes dark burning with desire as he reaches out and offers me a strawberry dipped in honey. “Then take this, Shay. Consider it an appetizer of what’s to come.”

“You’re going to keep me in the dark until we get to the playroom, huh?” I reply, then grin and take a lazy bite out of the strawberry while simultaneously tightening my grip on Jax.

He hisses, his cock twitching in my hand. “You’re gonna make me come a little too early, baby. Slow down…”

“But I want it all and more,” I shoot back.

Marius inches closer and places a soft kiss on my bare shoulder. “Tonight, you’ll get it all and more.”

We try to be civilized, but couples at other tables keep doing the dirty either underneath the shimmering white tablecloths that only partially obstruct our view or in plain sight. The waiters don’t seem to mind, either, as they hover around and glide across the dinner hall, their arms loaded with plates. Whatever the rules, the people here have gladly accepted them.

The outer world no longer exists.

Once we’re done with the last of our strawberries and sweet wine, we’re escorted by one of the hostesses into the playhouse, where we have a room booked until the early morning. I have no idea what awaits, but I’m enthralled by the overall aesthetic.

I let Richard hold me close as we walk behind the hostess through a narrow, dark red hallway with Victorian era wall sconces dimly illuminating our path. I feel Jax’s hand on my ass. A gentle squeeze, no more. A promise of what’s to come. Marius keeps stealing glances at me, smiling to himself when we lock eyes.

Ahead, I find myself briefly fascinated by the hostess herself, a tall, lanky woman with legs for days and heels that further elevate her above us. Her slim body is wrapped in black chiffon, and I can see the lacy hem of her stockings. I can see the garter-belt strap as well and wonder if Jax can see mine from behind.

We pass by several doors, each adorned with an identification plaque. The Cigarette Room. The Swing Set. The Gourmand’s Dream. The Velvet Cave. Each name suggests the playroom’s overall theme, and it’s making my mind fuzzy as all sorts of naughty scenarios blow through, as I imagine myself with my three men in each of these spaces, trying the toys and the contraptions that likely await.

We reach the playroom labeled The Nubile Classic, guarded by a solid mahogany door with a lion’s head knocker. The hostess smiles and runs an access card through a device mounted on the door frame. We all hear the lock click open as the hostess hands Richard the access card and politely backs away.

“Refreshments await inside,” she says, her voice as soft as honey. “Should you require anything during your stay in the playroom, you just have to pull the bell rope. Enjoy your evening.”

“Thank you,” Richard replies with a pleasant smile.

Once we’re inside, I realize how incredible this place really is—and how much thought went into this booking. Richard, Marius, and Jax actually sat down and went over who knows how many different options before they stopped here. For them to do so much in order to spend time with me, in order to make the top of my naughty list a reality… I’m speechless and overwhelmed as I admire the playroom.

It's spacious and round, with walls dressed in pale pink silk with white embroidery resembling reeds bending in the wind. Frilly chandeliers hang overhead, pearls and faux crystals glistening in the delicate, warm light. It smells like roses and lily of the valley, while soft 50s ballads croon in the background. The bed in the middle of the room is a massive splendor with a white-wood frame and a veiled canopy, velvety butterflies and flower appliques adorning the hems.

Marius pulls each veil back, tying them around the bed posts with candy-pink ribbons, while Jax walks to the mini bar and pours us champagne in Bohemian crystal flute glasses. Richard locks the door and stands beside me as I try to take everything in.

There is a section of the wall on which various sex-play accoutrements are mounted—not the red-and-black leather and latex stuff you see in every street corner sex-shop, but high-end objects designed to appear as though they were made for the late- eighteenth century. The dildos are pale pink and huge, with pearly and pink sapphire inlays around the bottom. The whips are dusted with glitters and gold, their tips made of white feathers. The feather duster toys are definitely instant favorites for me, with wood handles sculpted in the shape of graceful damsels. There are plenty of pink-fur cuffs and candy-flavored edible lingerie.

“This is a fairy’s porn paradise,” I say, breathless and in sheer awe.

“Nothing less for our lady,” Richard replies. He turns to stand in front of me, a soft smile dancing on his lips as he looks into my eyes. “You’re deserving of this and more, Shay. And while your naughty listmay have been accidentally sent to our inboxes, I honestly believe the universe wanted to lead the four of us here.”

I stare at each of these men, wondering how long this has been going on. How did we get so far, so deep into our dynamic? I’ve been feeling these emotions for a while now, and it appears I’ve not been alone in this muted turmoil. Marius has already made that clear.

“I have to admit, I’m a bit nervous,” I tell them.

“It’s going to be alright,” Richard replies. He pulls one of the pins from my hair, loosening the bun at the top of my head. “One step at a time,” he adds, then pulls the second pin. “There’s no rush, Shay. We have the entire night and plenty more after that,” he says and frees my hair with the third pin. Honey-colored waves pour down my back as I take a deep breath.

Marius comes closer, standing behind me. I feel his presence before I see him. I feel his lips on my shoulder, and I tilt my head back in response. Jax brings a glass of champagne and gives me a sip, watching me with burning eyes as I drink and smile.

Richard unbuttons his linen shirt, his lips twisted and handsomely framed by his red beard. I’m dazzled by their scents. Marius prefers the citrus notes, while Jax wears sandalwood. Richard’s musky cologne dominates my senses as he leans forward and kisses my lips. I welcome him wholly, our tongues swirling and playing, tasting and pressing against one another. My pulse goes on the adventure of a lifetime as Marius’s fingers hook under the straps of my dress, tugging both down my shoulders.

“Keep your shoes on,” Richard insists.

My first time, and it’s not with one man. It’s with three, each as hot and as fascinating as a romantic fool like me might conjure in her dreams. How did I get so lucky? And what are the odds that it will eventually blow up in my face? Previous life experiences have taught me that nothing truly good lasts. But I’d rather enjoy what I can than deny myself this moment.

The dress falls to the floor. My breasts fill the black lace cups of my bra, while my pussy tingles inside the matching Brazilian cut panties. Richard fetches one of the feather toys and runs it down my arms with slow and deliberate movements. I try to control my breathing while Jax works on unclasping my bra.

Marius gets down on his knees behind me, and my panties follow.

“Hold still,” he says, and I can feel the desire burning in his voice. His fingers dig into my thighs as he spreads my legs. Instinctively, I push my ass back, giving him the perfect view. “Fucking hell, this is paradise…”

His tongue flicks between my slick folds, and I gasp with delight, my eyes rolling.

Jax kisses my ear, then proceeds to taste the side of my neck. Lips, tongue, teeth. Pecking, licking, nibbling. Each gesture causes a fire to ignite within me as I struggle to stay upright. Sensing my loss of balance, Richard smiles and takes my breast in his hand, while the other keeps the feathers going and tickling every inch of bare skin. I didn’t even register the bra coming off, but I am certainly enjoying the feel of Richard’s intimate touch.

“How does it feel?” he asks with hooded eyes.

“I love it. I need more…”

“Ask and you shall receive,” Jax replies and captures my mouth in a ravenous kiss while Marius’s tongue penetrates me, savoring every drop of my arousal.

I moan against Jax’s lips as Richard’s feathers travel downward. He finds my clit swollen and in need of attention, so he puts the feathered toy aside and cups my pussy with his hand. Marius doesn’t relinquish his position, though, so they quietly agree to share. Marius keeps his tongue sliding in and out of me, while Richard’s fingers flick my tender nub until I feel my core tightening.

“What do you want?” Jax whispers in my ear.

“Everything, baby,” I whisper back, panting as I reach the edge of reality. I hold on to Richard’s massive shoulders, gripping the muscles and tightening my hold as he adds more pressure to my clit. “Give me everything…”

Marius playfully slaps my ass before his tongue spears me again. It’s enough to throw me out into the endless pool of insanity. I fall apart and come hard, moaning and gasping as both he and Richard work my pussy, squeezing every drop of liquid pleasure from me.

I don’t get a moment’s respite, though. Naked and trembling, desperate for more, I’m gingerly escorted to the edge of the bed, where Jax turns me around and has me lay down. Unbuckling his belt, he gets out of his jeans, cock hard and ready for me. I lick my lips as Richard and Marius flank him, both of them naked and equally aroused. I still can’t believe it’s all for me…

“We’ll go slow,” Jax says. “I’ll be gentle.”

“Take me,” I manage, cupping my breasts as I lift my knees and spread my legs for them. It’s enough to unleash a tidal wave of passion as Jax mutters a curse and positions himself against my glistening pussy. I feel him go in, slowly, so slowly.

First, the bulging head. I’m gradually stretched and filled, more and more, until he meets a thin layer of resistance. Marius crawls onto the bed and lays beside me, holding me close and showering me with kisses as Jax moves deeper. The pain is sharp but short-lived as I feel Richard’s fingers probing my clit again. The subtle movement makes my core relax, allowing Jax to go all in.

“Oh, wow,” I gasp, feeling his entire cock inside me.

“Relax, baby,” Marius mumbles in my ear. “Just relax until it doesn’t hurt anymore.”

“Don’t stop,” I beckon them. “Please… I need more…”

Jax smiles softly. “I told you. You were made for this. For us.”

He grips my hips and moves. In and out. Each thrust going deep and smooth. I lift my hips to welcome him, the pain long gone and replaced by infinite pleasure as I feel myself tightening around him. His fingers probe my flesh, his grip harsh and firm just as he intensifies his campaign of conquering my body.

“Oh, God, yes… Yes, just like that!” I croak as Richard keeps working my clit.

Jax starts fucking me fast and hard. Marius keeps me close, kissing and licking my breasts, his cock pressed against my side and pulsating with each of my moans.

They take turns, and Richard slides inside me next. Jax climbs onto the bed and gives me his cock. I take all of him in my mouth while Richard claims my pussy. Marius never lets go, his hands roaming up and down, kneading and caressing, owning and massaging, pinching and scratching gently. The amalgam of tactile sensations sends me reeling as I explode all over Richard’s magnificent cock.

“Marius… I need you too, baby,” I say, downright insatiable.

This is what I’ve been missing out on, and I could kick myself. The engines are turned on, and my heart is tumbling maniacally through my chest. Marius turns me over and takes me from behind. He’s the biggest and thickest, and I feel him deep enough to make my stomach clench.

“Fucking hell!” I hiss, and he stills inside me for long enough for me to feel his erection throbbing as the ripples of my orgasm begin to fade. Rivers of creamy arousal envelop him as he moves, faster and deeper and harder.

He grabs a handful of my hair and pulls my head back, bending over to reach my lips. I kiss him as he fucks me into oblivion. Richard and Jax are both kneeling in front of me, and I am compelled to give them as much of this moment as I can, so I take their cocks, one in each hand, devilishly squeezing the base of the shafts before I lick their swollen, purplish heads. I lick the pre-cum first, then take each of them in my mouth.

Sucking hard, I service both with equal enthusiasm, stopping only for a breath of air as Marius pounds into me. I don’t want this to end. It’s too good, too pure and dirty at the same time. They’ve unlocked something within me, something I may never be able to quell.

“Take it all, baby,” Richard grunts as he shoves himself deep down my throat. “Your mouth is perfect, Shay.”

“Made for us,” Jax repeats as I move back to suckle him like my favorite lollipop.

Marius’s hand slips around my hip, his fingers finding my clit tender and hyper-sensitive. His touch alone is enough to demolish me, though, and he works me into yet another mind-crushing orgasm as he thrusts himself deeper. Harder. So hard I’m crying out in the midst of an instant rapture.

“Yes, baby, yes! Just like that!” I scream as my whole body shudders.

I feel him come at the same time, our orgasms intertwined as he spills his seed inside me. The warmth spreads through my lower belly as I look up, my lips parted just in time to receive both Richard’s and Jax’s climaxes. I suck each of them off until they’re ready, taking matters into their hands and stroking themselves into a double, thunderous release.

Marius’s cock twitches, my core rippling and stretching around me with each final thrust.

“Take it all,” Richard says it again.

I stick my tongue out and welcome the splash of their salty essence, the corners of my mouth pulled back into a satisfied grin as I taste both Jax and Richard at the same time. It’s the most intimate and honest kind of connection, and it’s got me unraveled in a wholly different way.

Marius collapses on top of me, his breath ragged and his heart beating out of his chest as he wraps his arms around me, refusing to let go. Richard runs his fingers through my hair, a tender smile settled on his sweaty face, while Jax brushes his thumb over my lower lip, collecting the last droplets of his cum.

I quickly come to terms with my situation. I’ve just lost my virginity in a foursome. I’ve got three men to fuck my brains out and not just for tonight. Hell, tonight has only just begun, and my appetite seems to only grow bigger as the minutes pass us by.