Leaves of Lust: Seven Explicit Tales of Adventurous Erotica

Night at the Opera-1

Night at the Opera

It was Saturday evening, and I stood near the door of my apartment, waiting for the girls. Janine and Alexis were always a little late getting ready, usually because they got dressed in the same room and ended up fondling each other while still half naked. Not that I had any problem with this—indeed, our threesome worked very well—but in this case Wagner’s “Das Rheingold” was playing in our local opera house and I actually wanted to see it, or at least hear it while looking at other things.

Presently I heard some giggling at the top of the stairs, and saw that the girls were coming down and looked ready. Janine came down first. I was glad because I always loved to watch her descend stairs; there was something sexy and elegant about the way she held her body and turned her head slightly as she stepped down. She had on a simple black evening dress that clung to her slender form, the hem falling to knee level, with slits on either side that went almost to her hips. Her hair was straight and short except in front, where a shiny sheet of it cut diagonally across her forehead and hung slightly over her right eye. She had recently dyed it black, and along with the dress it highlighted the lovely paleness of her smooth skin. A jeweled choker glittered at her throat, and a variety of silvery rings complemented the whole look.

Alexis came down next, also in black, but her dress had a halter top and the hem came only halfway to her knees. Her hair was dark, too, but longer and wavier than Janine’s. She was bustier, too, and had more curves, but I loved both of them and enjoyed each of their bodies with the same satisfaction.

“That was quicker than I thought,” I said smiling. I put my hand on Janine’s stomach and slid it around her torso, feeling the soft fabric that hugged her delicious form. “This shows your body quite nicely,” I said.

“That’s because she isn’t wearing anything under it,” Alexis said, and then to prove it she stepped forward and slid the dress strap down Janine’s left shoulder, exposing a naked breast. She began fondling the breast and Janine stood still, lips parting. She had a slightly submissive streak and loved to place her body at the disposal of others, to be used for their pleasure.

“I trust that you aren’t, either,” I said to Alexis. She let go of Janine’s breast and raised the front of her own dress, showing her voluptuous thighs and her neatly trimmed black bush.

“Nothing at all,” she said and giggled.

I placed a hand between her legs and found that she was already wet (or maybe still wet). I slid two fingers inside for a few seconds, and withdrew them just as she began to moan. She let her dress fall back down, pouting a little, while I jabbed the moistened fingers in Janine’s direction. “Here,” I said, and she moved forward to suck them clean.

“All right,” I said after about half a minute. “Everybody get their clothes back on. We can do this all night, but I want to make it to that opera.” They fixed their clothes, which went well with my modest black tux, and we all went to the car.

The girls both sat in back while I drove. I was wealthy, but not so rich that I would ever hire a driver. I’d made good money as an artist, especially with my erotic paintings. I was amazed at how many collectors of such things there were, and at how much money they seemed to have. Janine and Alexis had both started as models for my work, and I never had models more inspiring. We all found that we had an enthusiasm for each other that went well beyond artwork, and now they lived with me, free to play with each other, with me, with themselves. I couldn’t think of a better situation.

As I drove, I heard slight gasps from the back seat at regular intervals. Checking the mirror, I saw that Janine and Alexis had their skirts hiked up as they sat there side by side, their hands in each other’s laps, gently stroking. I smiled. I loved how much they enjoyed each other. Sometimes when we all took the car out, one of them would sit beside me in the front seat and give me head as I drove, but more often I liked to let them both play in back.

At last we arrived, and after parking and showing our tickets we entered the old opera house, one beautiful young woman in each of my arms. “Let’s take a look at our seats, ladies,” I said, “and then we can find the bar.” We took a set of side stairs and began to ascend. The narrow stairway was poorly lit and seemed rather quiet.

Alexis suddenly half-turned and put her hand forcefully on my crotch. “Let’s stop here for a minute, shall we?” she asked, unzipping my pants. Janine then reached down to open the fly on my silk boxers and took out my c**k, which was instantly stiff. The two of them remained on either side of me, blowing in my ears and giving my neck short licks while they both stroked me. It was delicious, but then I heard footsteps.

“Someone’s coming!” I said in an urgent whisper.

“And it’s not you?” Alexis whispered back to me, half-giggling.

“I’m serious,” I returned, freeing my d**k from their mutual grip and quickly zipping myself back up.

I was only just in time, too. An elegantly dressed couple rounded the landing above us just as I was pulling my hands away from my zipper and placing them once again about the shoulders of my lovely companions. I stepped forward, trying to look as though we had not really paused in our ascent of the stairs. The couple descended past us, the man nodding as our eyes met. The woman seemed slightly puzzled but smiled all the same. We were safe.

“That was close,” I said when we had reached another landing above and I no longer felt the need to whisper. “Now listen, no more funny business in the stairwells; they’re too exposed.”

Janine smiled and pulled down the top of her dress, her small, firm breasts springing out. “Well, we wouldn’t want to be exposed on the stairs, would we?” she said mockingly.

“Put those away,” I said, slapping her ass. “We’re almost at our seats.”

We had indeed arrived at the top landing; our seats were in the uppermost balcony. It was a bit far from the stage, but we would have far fewer people sitting nearby, which for obvious reasons was a good thing. Also, the top balcony was separated from this long, curving hallway by a wall, and the few doorways between were hung with heavy curtains. We had access to a lot of shadowy, out-of-the-way places here.

“Now, we should be close to the center,” I said, moving forward, the girls following. We passed through the curtains that hung in the central doorway and stepped out onto the balcony, taking in the impressive sight of this theater. The place was almost two hundred years old, and had fallen into disrepair in past decades but was in the process of being restored. It was once again becoming well known, but it was still having trouble selling more than half the seats for most shows. Ornate carvings were everywhere to be seen, as well as many baroque-style paintings that were fading and even flaking away in places. It had a kind of decrepit grandeur that I found terribly inspiring.

“Ah, here we are,” I said, finally finding our seats. Looking around, I was pleased to find the balcony almost empty. We were near the back row, so the handful of other patrons in the area were all sitting in front of us and would not take much note of us as long as we were relatively quiet. It was perfect.

“Let’s go the bar,” I said. We strolled back through the curtained entrance to the balcony, but before I could get very far Alexis pulled me by the hand to one of the corners of the curved hallway. It was opposite the corner by which we had come up, and this corner had no doors or stairs.

“I need some now,” she panted. Janine followed us, looking amused.

“All right,” I relented. “Turn around. Hands on the wall.”

She followed my quiet instructions, bending over in front of me and supporting herself against the wall in the most shadowed part of the hallway. I grabbed the hem of her dress with both hands and flipped it up with a quick motion. The white of her ass was almost luminous, with the three of us in black crowded into this dim recess. Janine did her part to help, unzipping my pants and allowing my shaft to spring out, pointed right at Alexis.

I sank easily into her warm wetness, and she let out a soft “Ahhhh...”

I plunged in as far as I could go, then began rotating my hips and thrusting slightly without ever drawing my c**k back. I knew she wanted deep, quick thrusting, but I wouldn’t give it to her. We all f****d so often that I liked to mix things up and surprise the girls with different approaches. She wriggled her ass against me, squirming in her partial fulfillment, but I remained steadfast and kept on grinding my hips in the subtlest fashion, massaging her insides thoroughly.

Janine could tell what was going on and decided to release Alexis from her desperation. She worked her way under Alexis and I, crouching on her knees in front of my legs, and I felt her mouth working. Alexis gasped as Janine ate her, and within a minute she came. I felt her cunt spasming around my d**k, but I held my own orgasm back, not wanting to release my tension yet. I pulled out and gave Alexis a light smack on her ass, and she stood upright, her dress falling back down. Janine arose, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, and I said, “OK, now let’s get going. I’m dying for a glass of wine.”

We found the bar and got three glasses of Malbec. As we sipped, I asked the barman how much time there was before the show started. “Probably 20 minutes,” he said. I was surprised that more people were not entering. At least we would not have to rush to our seats. After giving our wine about five minutes, we headed back upstairs.

As we reached the level just below ours, I grabbed Janine by the waist and steered her through a side door. “We have time for a short detour,” I said. I went off to the left, toward a spot I had noted the last time I’d been here. It was another unfrequented corner, and this one actually had a large pillar with a short bit of wall extending from it, with a huge red curtain bunched up with velvet ropes. This all created a niche that was large enough to conceal one person, almost two. With tonight’s sparse crowd, this would do.

I spun Janine around and backed her into the niche, sliding the straps of her dress down her shoulders. She smiled as her breasts popped out. Alexis stood behind me, watching us and smiling, but also watching for stray patrons who might catch us. I raised Janine’s arms above her head and immediately began sucking her breasts furiously. She looked up and saw a free bit of curtain cord, which she wrapped around her wrists and hung onto, stretching her torso out for me to devour. I worked my mouth down to her abdomen, then had to maneuver the folds of black dress as I got on my knees and thrust my face between her legs.

She immediately cried out, and Alexis gave a forceful “Shhh!”

I was sure that anyone within fifty feet of us would have heard her. I kept eating, and loud squeals kept escaping her lips. Sometimes she just couldn’t control herself. I took out the red silk handkerchief from my breast pocket and handed it back to Alexis, who promptly reached over me and stuffed it into Janine’s mouth, stifling her cries. I resumed my licking and tongue-thrusting, lifting Janine’s legs and throwing them over my shoulders, supporting her whole weight, grabbing her ass and pulling her crotch hard against my face as she wriggled to escape the sharp ecstasy of my tongue. Her muffled screams drove me harder, and I would not let her go until she came. She writhed and twisted at the delicate orgasmic torture, her hands still wrapped in the rope above her and her legs held in my strong grip. I knew that she enjoyed this feigned helplessness more than anything else. Alexis leaned forward and began fondling Janine’s breasts, and she gave her n*****s a light pinch as the moaning changed tempo. I knew she was almost there, and I flattened my tongue against her clit, letting her have control for the last moments.

She ground her p***y demandingly against my face, and I heard the volume of her cries change from “Mmmhh... mmmpphh...” to “MMMMMHHH! MMMH! OOOHHMMMMPH!” around the gag, her delicious pink lips contracting powerfully on my tongue.

When I was sure her orgasm was finished, I gently let her legs down to the floor and let her disentangle herself and get her dress back in order. As I stood, the lights flickered three times, and I knew the opera was about to begin. “Alexis, quick!” I whispered. “On your knees.”

She hastened to obey and knelt before me, releasing my c**k from my pants and immediately taking it into her mouth, not taking my whole length but instead working her cheeks and tongue around the swollen knob. It did not take long before I let loose and gushed into her mouth, watching her gulp down my semen and feeling her sucking continue until she knew that she had drained me dry. The lights went out just then and I heard the orchestra fall silent in its tuning, preparing for the start. “Let’s go,” I said, zipping my pants as I hastened up the stairs to the next level, the girls following. I reached the top balcony as the first bars of E-flat became audible, and by the time we got to our seats we saw that the curtain had already parted to reveal an elaborate set with the Rhine, rocks, and dark forest. We were just in time.

There were still only a few people in this balcony area, and they were now all staring intently at the stage, where the Rhinemaidens played and sang and teased the Nibelung dwarf who happened upon them. Alexis sat to my left, and Janine was on her left; I’d told the girls not to bother me at least until the giants appeared on the stage. I was always riveted by the opening scenes. The girls watched for a short while, and then they began making out, not being big fans of Wagner’s work. I watched intently as Alberich forswore love forever so that he could possess the Rhinegold, as Wotan tried to find a way out of having to pay the giants their fee for building the palace of the gods. When the giants actually appeared, I glanced to my left and saw Alexis leaning back in her seat with her hands behind her head, bare breasts heaving as Janine ate her, crouched awkwardly on the floor in front. I was glad Janine was doing the eating, as Alexis was better at coming quietly.

I returned my attention to the stage. After a time, as I watched Loki and Wotan descending into the realm of the dwarves, with numerous hammers pounding away at anvils in the gloomy fire lit grottoes, Alexis got up and passed in front of me, taking the seat to my right. The girls, now on either side of me, knelt sideways on their chairs and dipped their heads down into my lap. I was stiff once again, my erection straining against my pants until Alexis freed it. They each licked one side of my shaft, running tongues up and down in a dual blowjob, each one periodically engulfing the head for just a moment. It did not take long for me to build up to another climax, and I put a hand on each of their shoulders to signal that I was about to come. I didn’t want spooge all over my tux. It was Janine who dove in, dropping her head over my entire length until her lips rested against the base, and the next second I was shooting come down her throat. She rose gleefully, getting back into her seat and resting her head on my shoulder. Alexis did the same. We were all a little tired out by now and returned our attention to the stage.

I was having a wonderful evening. The orchestra did very well, the sets were fantastic, and of course, these two lovely women were here with me. As the final act was progressing, I felt yet another stirring in my groin, and this time I unzipped myself. The girls looked at me and waited for a moment to see if I had anything particular in mind. I did. I motioned for Janine to rise and stand in front of me, facing the stage. When she did this, I lifted her dress and pulled her into my lap, impaling her on my rigid c**k. I timed this to coincide with a lengthy span of much louder music, knowing that she wouldn’t be able to stop herself from crying out.

On stage, Donner had just struck his magical hammer against a mountaintop, to disperse a storm. I held Janine by her hips, moving them back and forth, guiding her slow gyrations. She leaned back against me and I slid my arms under hers, reaching around to peel down her dress and caress her t**s. Alexis worked her way down to the floor and began orally pleasing us both, licking my balls and Janine’s p***y with long, wet strokes of her hot tongue. I was so glad to have this arrangement with these women who could give me more pleasure than I had thought possible. As the opera was nearing its end, Janine and I came at the same time, and she sighed with exhausted pleasure as I shot my hot seed into her. I stroked her sweaty hair lightly with my left hand, kissing her on the neck. Alexis returned to her seat and I threw my right arm around her. We spent the last moments of the opera caressing and kissing each other. On the stage, I watched as the gods strode across their rainbow bridge into Valhalla. For my part, I was already there.