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  XOXO

  A House of Erotica Collection

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  XOXO - published in 2014 by House of Erotica

  an imprint of Andrews UK Limited

  www.houseoferoticabooks.com

  This book is sold subject to the condition that it shall not, by way of trade or otherwise, be lent, resold, hired out or otherwise circulated without the publisher’s prior written consent in any form of binding or cover other than that in which it is published, and without a similar condition being imposed on the subsequent purchaser.

  The characters and situations in this book are entirely imaginary and bear no relation to any real person or actual happening.

  Copyright © House of Erotica 2014

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  Girls’ Day Out

  Lucy Felthouse

  Best friends Adriana and Sarah are not happy. Their husbands, Joey and Brent, are away at an overnight conference on Valentine’s Day, and have packed their wives off to a spa for the day to make up for it. The girls would have preferred to spend the day with their husbands, but are determined to make the most of the unexpected treat. But it soon becomes apparent that things aren’t quite what they seem.

  Adriana got into the passenger seat of her friend, Sarah’s, car and slammed the door. Turning to Sarah with a wry look, she said “Can you believe those fucking arseholes? It’s Valentine’s Day and they’re at a fucking conference overnight! So they pack us both off to a spa for the day in the hopes of making up for it.”

  Sarah indicated and pulled out into the road. Sighing, she said, “Hey, you’re preaching to the converted here. I mean, I wasn’t exactly expecting Brent to whisk me off somewhere, but it would have been nice to at least have him around. A takeaway meal and a film would have sufficed.”

  “Exactly. Joey thinks he’s the bee’s knees. Can’t work out why I’m so pissed off. Well, I hope he’s registered his credit card with the spa because I’m going to run him up a bill so big he’ll regret ditching me on Valentine’s Day. Bastard.”

  “They’re both bastards. But just so you know, I intend to enjoy myself. It’s been way too long since I’ve had a day for nothing but relaxation. There’s always something - laundry, walking the dog, visiting the mother-in-law...there are no phones allowed at this place and I think that’s awesome. No interruptions, no nothing.”

  “Yeah, you know what? You’re right. Why should we let them ruin our day? We can have a perfectly lovely Valentine’s Day without them! Hey, you never know, there might be some eye candy there, too. Sexy, muscular men walking around in shorts and not much else - what could be better?”

  Sarah sniggered. “Not much.” She paused. “Just to be clear, though, we’re not going to try and pick up this eye candy, are we?”

  Snorting, Adriana said, “No, of course not. We can look but not touch. Maybe a little harmless flirting, but that’s it. Joey’s in the dog house, but I’m no cheat.”

  “Harmless flirting. Got it.”

  They fell into a companionable silence as they trundled along. The spa they were heading for was in a converted stately home which nestled in its own countryside estate, far from prying eyes. Celebrities were often seen there, as well politicians and other well-off folk.

  “Oh, let me add a clause to that plan,” Adriana said as they pulled into the establishment’s car park.

  “Yeah, what’s that?”

  “If we happen to bump into any hot celebrities, you know like George Clooney, David Beckham or someone, I reserve the right to screw their brains out. Joey and I have an “allowed list” of celebs we’re allowed to fuck should the opportunity arise.”

  “Yeah, okay. Brent and I have one of those, too.” Sarah parked, then pulled the handbrake on and switched off the engine.

  “Cool. Agreed then.” Retrieving their bags, they got out of the car, sharing excited grins as Sarah locked the doors and dropped the keys into her pocket.

  “A whole day of chilling out, and possible hot sex with celebrities. I’m feeling blissed-out already.” Sarah said, picking up her speed. “Let’s go get checked in and get this relaxation show on the road!”

  Adriana hurried to keep up with her friend, her mood increasing by the second. Spending Valentine’s Day without Joey wasn’t ideal, but at least he hadn’t forgotten. He’d bought her a beautiful card and bunch of red roses, her favourite, as well as the day at the spa.

  They crossed the stylish black-and-white-tiled floor and approached the grey marble counter. Behind it stood a couple of smartly-dressed, incredibly glamorous women that smiled at their approach and offered help.

  “Thanks,” Adriana said, turning her attention to the brunette that had spoken to her. “My husband has booked me in for the day.” She gave her name.

  There was the click of fingernails on a computer keyboard, then a pause. The tiniest of frowns appeared between the girl’s eyebrows, then quickly disappeared and was replaced by a beaming smile. “Yes, I have you here. Wonderful. Let me just get your welcome pack, towel, dressing gown and slippers.”

  “Okay, thanks.” Adriana watched as the woman came back with the pile of stuff and placed it down on the counter. Removing the envelope from the top, she handed it to Adriana.

  “This has your schedule for the day. As I’m sure you know, you’re welcome to use the pool, sauna and other facilities all day.” She ran through all the details and Adriana listened carefully, nodding at appropriate moments.

  “Fantastic, thank you so much,” she said when the girl was done, bundling the towel, dressing gown and slippers under one arm and keeping hold of the envelope with the other. She smiled at the young woman, then turned to see how Sarah was getting on.

  “Ready to hit the sauna?” Sarah said, grinning widely and brandishing her identical bundle and envelope.

  “Yep, can do. Let’s head into the changing rooms, dump our stuff and check out our schedules first, shall we?”

  “Sounds good to me.”

  They headed towards the women’s changing rooms, gasping as they stepped inside. The area was spacious, beautiful, spotlessly clean and incredibly well-designed. The two women located their lockers - which were next to each other - then sat down to check their schedules.

  “Oh!” Adriana said as she caught sight of hers. “I can’t come into the sauna just yet. I’ve got a treatment in half an hour. I need to get showered and into my bikini, then head off to find the treatment rooms. I don’t want to get lost and end up being late.”

  “Don’t worry,” Sarah said, leaning over to show Adriana her own sheet of paper. “I’ve got the same. Looks like the boys have scheduled us in together for everything.”

  “Well, I guess we should get ready then!”

  “Absolutely.”

  Within ten minutes they were suitably attired, dressing gown cords cinched tightly around their waists and slippers on their feet. They headed back out into the foyer, immediately picking up the signs for where they needed to be. Giggling, they shuffled along.

  “I feel silly,” Adriana said, glancing around. “Walking around in public in a dressing gown.”

  “I know what you mean,” Sarah replied, “but it seems to be the done thing.”

  Sure enough, most of the people they passed also wore gowns sporting the spa’s logo. />
  Shrugging, Adriana said, “Well, if it’s good enough for the celebs and the hoi-polloi, then it’s good enough for us. I can’t believe all this stuff, though. Dressing gown, slippers - I bet that’s why you have to register your credit card details here so if you do a runner with them, they can charge you.”

  “Yeah, probably. Maybe we should do it just to piss the boys off.” She sniggered. “They’ll never dare work on Valentine’s Day again!”

  Heading along a corridor, they soon reached their destination. Passing some huge leather sofas, they made for the reception desk and the perky blonde behind it.

  “Hello, ladies,” she said, her smile as perfect as the rest of her. “Can I help you?”

  “Yes, please. We’re here for treatments and I think we’re supposed to fill in forms first, or something.”

  “No problem. Can I take your names?”

  They gave them, and the click of fingernails on a keyboard was audible once more. “Great. I have you both in the same room for a back and shoulder massage. Here are a couple of medical forms. Please take a seat and fill them in. When you’re done, please hand them back to me. My colleagues will be down to fetch you soon.”

  “Will do, thanks.” Adriana took the two clipboards from the woman and handed one to her friend. They crossed to the nearest sofa and sat down, grabbing a pen each from the smoked glass table in front of them and starting to fill in their forms.

  Minutes later they’d been handed in and the two of them chatted quietly until they were interrupted by the approach of two young women also clad in the spa’s uniform.

  “Hello ladies. We’ve come to fetch you for your treatments. Are you ready?”

  After the required small talk, they followed the women up a dimly-lit corridor and into a large room where two massage tables stood side-by-side. Adriana and Sarah exchanged a grin.

  “Okay, ladies, we’ll leave the room while you’re getting ready. Please take off your slippers and dressing gowns and your bras or bikinis. There are hooks on the back of the door. We will be using oils, so if you’re worried about your underwear or swimwear, feel free to use the paper panties supplied. When you’re ready, please lie face down on the beds and pull the towels up over your bottoms. We’ll come in after a few minutes and turn the lights down, and start your massage. We won’t speak because it can ruin relaxation, but please feel free to voice any questions or concerns. Does that all sound okay?”

  Both women nodded, and when the younger two left the room and shut the door, Adriana and Sarah quickly stripped down to their bikini bottoms and all but flung themselves on the beds, tugging the towels into place, eager for their bliss to begin.

  A couple of minutes later the door opened. The lights went down and some music began playing - some relaxation disc, no doubt. It sounded like the sea. Adriana closed her eyes - looking at the floor through the hole in the massage table wasn’t very exciting anyway - and waited for things to kick off.

  Soon, the delicious scent of a massage oil hit her nostrils, and she smiled. This was going to be wonderful. Seconds later, hands touched her body. They felt larger, stronger than she’d expected. Huh. She supposed that massaging folk for a living probably gave your hands one hell of a workout.

  Pushing the thought away, she let herself float off, focussing on the pleasant sensation of palms and digits sweeping across her skin, easing all of her cares away.

  Except they weren’t. Suddenly, her shoulders were manipulated in a move that could definitely not be described as a massage. “Ouch!” she yelped, rolling onto her side to glare up at her so-called masseuse. Only the young woman who’d smiled so politely at her earlier wasn’t there. A sheepish-looking Joey was.

  “Hi babe,” he said.

  Dumbfounded, Adriana turned to look the other way, where her friend was sitting up, towel clutched to her bare chest, staring wide-eyed at Brent.

  “What? I - I don’t understand,” Adriana finally choked out, remaining on her front. The last thing she wanted to do was flash her boobs at Brent.

  “Happy Valentine’s Day!” The two men said together, sounding mighty pleased with themselves.

  “Wow, seriously?” Sarah said. “You two planned all this?”

  “We sure did,” Brent said.

  “But we’ve been calling you all the names under the sun for buggering off on Valentine’s Day.”

  Joey chuckled. “Ah well. It was worth it to see your faces. Want me to get the actual masseurs back? We realise we’re a poor imitation. We’ll catch up with you later, though. We’ve all got lunch together. We’re here all day, and all night. We booked rooms.”

  “No, don’t worry about the masseuse,” Adriana said, reaching out to grab the waistband of her husband’s jeans, which happened to be the nearest thing to her. “I want you to get my dressing gown. Can we get into the room now?”

  Crossing the room to grab his wife’s dressing gown, Joey helped Adriana into it. “Yeah, I’ve got the key card. Why?”

  Quirking a brow at him, Adriana said, “I think you know why.”

  “I do? Oh. I do. Come on then.”

  With barely a wave at their friends, the couple left the treatment room. Minutes later, Joey was inserting the key card into the slot on their door, stepping back to let Adriana in in front of him.

  “You like?” he said, closing the door behind them and nodding toward the expansive and clearly expensive, suite.

  “Are you crazy? I love it! Thank you so much, sweetheart. Wow. It’s barely 10am and this is already the best Valentine’s Day ever.”

  “You’re welcome, honey. I’m glad you like your surprise.”

  “I do. Now, come here and let me say thank you properly.” Knowing her man had plotted and executed such a perfect treat had ramped her sex drive up from zero to sixty in no time at all.

  Grinning wickedly, Joey began to strip, and Adriana followed suit. She was much quicker as she was only clad in a dressing gown, slippers and bikini pants, so she watched and enjoyed as Joey’s body was revealed to her in all its toned, gorgeous glory. Once they were both naked, they raced to the bed, bounding onto the huge, high mattress and getting into a wild tangle of limbs as they reached for each other.

  Pressing a huge smacker of a kiss to her husband’s lips, Adriana wiggled further into his embrace, happy and gratified to discover his cock was already stiffening.

  “Christ, you’re gorgeous,” he murmured, burying his face in the crook of her neck, sucking and nibbling at her flesh.

  “You’re pretty damn hot yourself, babe,” she replied, slipping her hand between their bodies and fisting his rapidly growing shaft. Joey groaned as she stroked him, squeezing and releasing as she pumped up and down.

  Suddenly, she shoved Joey onto his back. He let out a sound of surprise which was quickly muffled as she straddled him and slanted her lips over his. Engaging him in a long, passionate kiss which she hoped showed him just how touched and grateful she was for his thoughtfulness, she carefully lowered her pelvis so her dampening vulva rested against his stiff length.

  Slipping her tongue into his mouth, she deepened the kiss. Their moans and groans filled the room, increasing in frequency and volume when Adriana began to rock her hips, sliding her slick pussy against Joey’s dick. He jerked his hips, hoping to get inside her, but she reprimanded him with a sharp bite to his lower lip, causing his cock to leap. Joey had always been fond of a little pain.

  “Bad boy,” she purred, grinding her crotch against his. “I should make you wait, for that. But I can’t - I’m so damn horny already. How do you do that to me, baby?”

  Chuckling, Joey kissed her before pulling away and replying, “I don’t know, but I’m so glad I do. Please, baby, fuck me. Please.”

  “Since you asked so nicely...” She carefully manoeuvred her body so the tip of Joey’s cock
rested against her sodden entrance, then lowered herself down onto him as slowly as she could stand.

  Their combined sounds of passion turned into sighs of relief when he was balls-deep inside her. “God, you feel so good,” he said. “So hot, so wet. Fucking tight. I love you.”

  “I love you, too. Happy Valentine’s Day, Joey.”

  “H - appy - uh - Valentine’s Day.” He stammered as she began to ride him in earnest.

  Neither of them lasted long. But it didn’t matter. After a shower and several hours’ relaxation in the luxury spa, they had all evening and night to make up for it.

  So Oft Beguiled

  Nicole Gestalt

  Feeling left behind by the world Cupid gets dragged into the 21st Century and introduced to the world of online dating.

  Cupid threw down his bow and quiver and flopped down onto the chair ignoring the questioning stares of the other gods in the hall. He was not in a great mood and feeling pretty useless. Pouring a large goblet of wine he flexed his wings then folded them behind him.

  The booming laughter of Bacchus managed to draw a thin smile from Cupid as he sipped the drink provided by the god of wine. It was good, smooth on the tongue and filled with fruit with no harsh after taste everything he expected it to be. With a sigh he tried to let go of the deep weariness he felt. When had love become so difficult?

  “Cheer up, it’s possibly never going to happen!” Apollo slid along the bench next to him and clasped an arm around his shoulder.

  “Might already have.” He replied his mood dark once more.

  “On come on now things can’t be that bad!”

  Cupid sighed and shifted a little so he could look more closely at Apollo who no matter what trials he went through always seemed happy.

  “It can be when your very reason for being is rapidly diminishing! There I am down on Earth ready to go to work and pair people up when they have already done it for me! What’s more people seemed to have learned far seeing and are pairing up with people from vast distances away, even I would find it hard to make some of the connections they are making.” he paused to take a gulp of wine trying to ignore the face Apollo was pulling. It looked like a mix between a grin and an attempt at sympathy, he needed neither. “If this keeps going on, well I’m just going to fade away, I knew things would eventually change but never thought things would get this bad.”