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From: wwmitty@aol.com (WW Mitty)
Subject: STORY: pt.3/5, Juan Carlos, King of Spain, by W Mitty

"Juan Carlos, King of Spain," by Walter Mitty
part 3 of 5
ww mitty@aol.com
copyright 1997

 ** explicit scenes: do not read if you are not
    of age in your jurisdiction **





Isabella was on the bed, kneeling between Serra's 
legs, with her face low to lick Serra's pussy and her
buttocks high in the air. Serra opened her eyes 
and must have seen me staring at Isabella's globes, 
because she grinned and said, "I think it's time for
that Greek lesson....."

PART 3 OF 5

I grabbed my member and moved toward the 
bed, a little quickly; I was nervous again. Isabella 
looked at me over her shoulder, and smiled. My 
wife's come was all over her face, and I moved 
to lick it off for her. The three of us lay together 
on the bed. Each of us had had at least one climax, 
and were ready to move on to the best part of the 
evening -- that time in a love-making session when 
the desperate desire to get off has come and gone
for the time being, and all that lies ahead can be 
savored.

Serrafina propped herself on one shoulder as I 
indolently nuzzled Isabella's neck, and said, 
"Mitty, if you're going to penetrate another woman, 
you have to let me set the pace. That goes for you, 
too, Isabella. Agreed?" We both nodded. 
I could see that Serra was torn between 
apprehension for watching her husband enter 
another woman and desire to explore new facets 
of our sexuality. I kissed her on the mouth and said, 
"This is your call now."

Allow me to be more honest with the reader 
than I was with my wife. When I told Serra that 
what happened next was up to her, I tried to 
sound blase as possible. In my secret heart, though, 
all I could think about was entering the beautiful 
Isabella, and therefore was sending the strongest 
possible "please please please let me enter her" 
brainwaves to my wife. As everyone knows, this 
sort of brainwave is the stuff only of children's 
tales; let it be said that Serrafina knew exactly 
what I wanted by the hardness of my sex
and the eagerness on my face.

Serrafina kissed Isabella and said, "lie flat on 
your stomach. We'll massage you and relax you 
so my husband can fuck you in the ass." I was 
startled and aroused by Serra's language, but 
knew that it served two purposes: first, it turned 
all of us on that Serra would make explicit 
the taboo act, and second, it reminded me -- 
in case I had forgotten -- that Isabella's sex was
absolutely off limits for now.

As I straddled Isabella, Serra leaned over 
and reached into the drawer of our night stand 
to pull out a bottle of massage oil. She poured 
a small amount on Isabella's back, and was 
rewarded with a quiet sigh of pleasure. I gently
massaged the oil into her back, warming her 
skin. Isabella's skin is very tan, much darker than 
mine, and I was aroused by the contrast of my 
light hands on her olive shoulders. Slowly I 
moved my hands lower and lower on her
back, and she began to squirm and moan 
quietly.

I, Juan Carlos, King of Spain, rubbed the 
scented potion into the skin of the
captive princess. I moved no lower than 
the small of her back; is it not unseemly for 
a King to be hasty with his captive? Better 
to draw out the pleasure, both for my sake 
and hers. Besides, a King who is careless 
with his captive will reveal himself in the one 
way a King should never be revealed:
he will let his captive see that he has lost 
control and thus ceded power.......

"Honey, are you with us?" said Serra. 
"You've got that look again. If you can't stay 
focused when you're about to sodomize a 
woman while your wife assists you, I don't 
know, maybe you just smoked too much 
tonight."

I looked Serrafina in the eye. I screwed up 
my courage. I opened my mouth. This is what I said:

"Tonight I am Juan Carlos, King of Spain. 
Tonight I rule with the scepter you see before you." 

TO BE CONTINUED IN PART 4

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