Sci-Fi Erotica
"Private Decisions" an erotic tale
by Hope Colby
Devon Marks had heard rumors of men and women having their genital monitors removed, but he hadn’t suspected that Rachel, his wife of nine years had kept secret that she had hers removed two years before. Their nine years of carefully timed sex for the 72-hour time period during ovulation had nothing to do with trying to get pregnant and everything to do with fitting him into her full schedule of stress-releasing pleasure.
The government of the Amalgamated States enforced the embedding of monitors at age ten to ensure compliance with conformist morals including no premarital sex, no sex in marriage except for having the allowed two children and absolutely no adultery or masturbation. When the dictates from higher up insisted on marriage as the only option for even brief pleasure, the joy and free will disappeared from the strictly business contract. All the joy had been sucked out of marriage leaving acceptance or rebellion as the only choices.
Rachel had chosen rebellion without discussing her decision with Devon. He’d enjoyed their pleasant life and the surprise revelation left him insecure. “How do I compare to other men?”
Rachel blushed, but still looked him straight in the eyes. “You’re the best lover because of the love we share, but you’re so driven to follow rules, I didn’t feel comfortable bringing up pleasure.”
“So you’ve been enjoying other men for like two weeks out of a month and I’ve been thinking we’re trying to get pregnant and wondering if the problem was me?”
“More like three weeks, women too and at least I filed for permission to have children so you could enjoy making love to me for the three permitted days every month.”
The flash of jealousy clenched his gut. “I always admired your sense of daring, but isn’t that like prostitution?”
“Absolutely not, no pay, just mutual enjoyment.” She was honest with him and unapologetic about her choice. “The experience is heightened by the element of danger, at any time, anywhere, the government pleasure patrol could charge me for not having the device embedded in my cervix to monitor excitation and fertility cycles. Any blip would indicate non-approved activity.”
“Where did you get your monitor removed? What happens to the monitor?” He had too many questions and a developing curiosity.
“People have the monitors removed in unregulated procedures for a price. The monitors are implanted into a host, who enters a contract to remain celibate. They earn spending money; most commonly the hosts are incarcerated women and men in solitary confinement. We still get the morality subsidy every month because it appears we remain in compliance with the laws and that helps cover the cost.”
“I want mine removed too.”
Rachel sat beside him and held his hand at the clinic. He wondered how she’d handled the experience alone, but didn’t ask, opting for small talk about the experience. “Don’t you think it's a little weird to be sitting in an underground clinic? Do you know what they do to men? Will this hurt?”
Rachel squeezed his hand. “Relax, you won’t even need an injected anesthetic.”
“I don’t like the idea of a knife down there. One slip you know.” He made the scissors motion and then grimaced.
“It’s not a knife.” She smiled and he recognized that look, she was keeping something from him and she was finding his anxiety humorous. She didn’t let him in on the inside joke.
The technician held a magnet over the sensitive flap of skin between his testicles and the monitor came straight out and felt like nothing more than a mosquito bite.
After the procedure, Rachel offered to take him out to celebrate. She drove down a quiet street lined with trees overhanging in a green canopy. Stately Victorian homes presided over proper gardens surrounded by high hedges. She turned into the long circular drive and pulled around back into a small parking area. He saw a small tasteful sign – Lilac Gardens Tea House and Croquet Club.
“I’m free to have all the sex I can handle and you bring me here!”
She patted his knee before playing the tips of her fingernails up his inner thigh. His muscles tightened and he gripped her hand to make her stop. “Not here. There’s a time and a place.” He said through gritted teeth. “I would have enjoyed just going home and getting laid.”
“You’ll like this much better.”
She held his hand and led him up the steps. The inside of the house was just as nauseatingly perfect with flowered wallpaper, lace curtains and prim furniture.
“You’re welcome to join us dear.” An elderly woman beckoned to Rachel.
“Thank you.” She kissed the woman’s on the cheek. “But we're playing croquet first.”
Instead of stopping to mingle with the couples enjoying tea, she continued through to a foyer and selected a purple croquet ball and matching mallet.
“Choose your color and prepare to be mastered.” She giggled.
He wished he hadn’t missed out on mischievous Rachel for the last two years. His sigh was exaggerated since he’d already decided to indulge her whim. He picked a blue ball and held it up to her. “A symbol for you sweetheart.”
“Aww, you shouldn’t have.” She didn’t go through the door leading to the lawn; instead she inserted the croquet ball through a round hole in the upper corner of the door’s cornice. He heard the ball rattle along the wall following a tube until it came to a stop with a thud against a barrier. Click. A portion of the wall next to the door slid open. Rachel pulled her husband through as the panel automatically closed.
They stood in a narrow hallway lit by flickering electric candles. Shadows danced in eerie patterns along the dark red walls. She held his hand and walked beside him down the corridor to an archway into another room. What he saw caused him to gasp. Nude and scantily clad bodies frolicked on red velvet cushions and shaggy white rugs.
Image by Kaji
Devon still had the croquet mallet and ball in his hand and the door was closing. Rachel met his eyes. “Your choice darling croquet or –”
She never finished the sentence because a woman approached them, took his hand and pulled him into the room. He dropped the croquet set with a dull thud and the ball rolled down the single carpeted step, coming to a rest next to a cushion. The blonde woman ran her hand down his back, cupped his butt cheeks through the soft pants and then swept around to the front. She wore nothing more than a gold belt low on her hips and a pair of nipple clips with tassels.
Rachel flicked the seam of her prim dress and the fabric gave way and slid to the floor puddling into a pool of blue silk. She wore only a garter and stockings. Her hand joined the other woman’s and in coordinated union they rubbed him through his pants. He gritted his teeth to keep from exploding.
“Where’s Barrett?” Rachel asked the woman.
“He’s in the sauna, wanted to make sure your husband didn’t feel too uncomfortable all at once.”
“You come here often?” Devon knew the answer before Rachel nodded, her knowing smile gave her away. He fought the urge to voice the complaint that if he’d known about this secret sooner, he might not have been so eager to follow rules.
“I’m Virginia by the way and Barrett is my husband. Are you comfortable with this? She looked concerned at his silence. “You aren’t planning on reporting us to the authorities are you?”
“No way. I just don’t know the rules yet, what’s expected of me here.”
Rachel kissed him. “It’s just a game and games get spoiled when there are too many rules. Relax and play along.”
He looked her in the eyes. “With anyone?”
“You have certain responsibilities to the one you came with.” Rachel slapped his butt cheek.
Virginia snorted quietly through her nose. “How do you live with her wicked sense of humor?”
“I didn’t know she was like this. Should have, just never thought of the possibility. I assume Barrett is waiting for us?” Devon had just caught on to what Rachel meant by play.
“This first time I will share you with Virginia and Barrett, but after that we all have the option of switching or joining groups and Madam Cerise makes sure everyone is included.” Rachel pointed to a woman dressed in what would have been a high collared gown for afternoon tea if it hadn’t been just a bra and thong in hot pink; and if it hadn’t only been made of a wisp of lace at the collar, cuffs and belt over a tiny tutu and impossibly high pink stilettos. “She’s our hostess, makes sure everyone is served a full selection of tasties.”
Rachel did have a wicked sense of humor and Devon wished he’d been more open with her so he could have appreciated this side of her earlier in their relationship.
Virginia ran both her hands up Devon’s chest and undid his shirt buttons. “While you are helping him prepare, I’ll go get Barrett.” He sensed that Rachel and Virginia had played in tandem for a very long time. Devon would have felt a stab of jealousy, except for the fact that Virginia’s tongue caressed the bare skin behind his ear, tickled through the light tuft of chest hair, and swirled around his nipple which hardened instantly.
“Can I touch you?” He requested permission from long habit of courtesy.
Virginia cocked her head to one side. “Of course, touch is one of the things we crave more than anything. Touch everywhere.”
He started simply and caressed her neck and then played with one perky breast. She sighed. “Oh yes.”
When his wife’s hand and then another man’s hand joined with his hand, he wasn’t surprised.
“Darling, this is Barrett.”
Devon offered his hand to the man and they shook as if in a boardroom rather than standing nude amidst an orgy.
“You call the plays since this is your first time.” Barrett didn’t mind being generous and held up a hand to stop Devon’s protest. “Spontaneity is great, but with this many erogenous zones to satisfy someone has to call the plays.”
Devon thought for a moment and then he shook his head to clear the images. “I want to watch Virginia and Rachel kiss and fondle each other.”
“Great place to start, that was my first fantasy too.” Barrett stretched out on a daybed and leaned against a cushion with his hands behind his head. Devon mirrored him and took up the space at the other end of the daybed. The two women crawled into the center.
They knelt on their knees with their legs wide open. They put their hands on eachother’s necks and heads and kissed open mouth with full tongue. Rachel's hand slid down first. She played with Virginia’s nipples, pulling the tassels to make the nibs harder. She squeezed and then played her palms across the flesh turning it a deep rose color. Virginia worked one hand down Rachel’s flat stomach and to her thigh. She massaged in circular strokes closer and closer to Rachel’s glistening crotch. Rachel moaned. Virginia sighed. Barrett gave a discreet cough and his toe kicked sideways and hit Devon’s toes.
“Oh right.” He glanced at Barrett's erection. “Sorry I forgot. I think you’d better take the lead until I get the idea.”
Barrett grinned. “Directing the play can be overwhelming to the senses the first time. You take Virginia from behind. Virginia will suck me off, while I lick Rachel. Rachel can penetrate you with her finger. First one to come is the first one to get it up the ass.”
Barrett lay back against the pillow, Virginia straddled his knees and bent her head to his thick long penis and then lifted her hips high in the air to allow Devon access to her pussy. He ran a finger along the soaked entrance and watched her shudder and thrust toward him. One finger slid in and out and he opened her wide to slide the tip of his aching cock into her center. He held still, savoring the sensation. Rachel faced them and looked Devon in the eye as she settled over Barrett’s face.
Devon glanced down to see Barrett touch his tongue to Rachel’s clit. Passion danced across Rachel’s green eyes and they darkened to emerald. That was enough to almost make him come. Oh no, think of rules, recite the HTML codes, whatever. He focused on Virginia’s pleasure. He wrapped both hands around her and played with her breasts.
Rachel found a tube of lube and squeezed out a huge dollop on her middle finger. She leaned over and rubbed it onto his anus, played with the sensitive skin and then sank one finger into the opening to stretch him before she curved her finger just enough to massage his prostate.
The pleasure was too much; he was going to come too soon. He didn’t care, but Rachel arrived first rapidly followed by Virginia. Devon pumped into her harder and Barrett spasmed into Virginia’s mouth and Devon felt her swallow. He was the last to lose himself in the orgasm, glad he’d seen them all reach ecstasy. Nobody moved.
When they finally collapsed into a heap, Madame Cerise joined them for a moment and had a butler bring a pot of tea and cups. She poured a cup and handed it to Devon. “My special blend adds to the experience.” He sipped with the others and discovered the tea was already sweet and creamy with plenty of herbs and spices.
“Don’t you ever worry about getting pregnant?”
“No. There’s something in the tea to prevent pregnancies.”
“What if we decide we want children?”
“Then we choose to not use the herbs and become ‘couples only’ to be sure you’re the father.”
Some time passed before Madame Cerise joined them again and whispered in Rachel’s ear.
“Are you sure?” Rachel asked, alarmed.
Madame Cerise nodded.
“The warden just notified Madam Cerise that my host tried to commit suicide. They have her on life support and they are keeping my monitor constant, but I have to have the monitor put back in until the clinic finds me a new host.”
The monitors could maintain externally for only about forty-five minutes. Devon drove her car and she sat silent as they sped to the clinic. Upon walking through the door, a nurse whisked Rachel into a room, helped her into a gown and put her feet in the stirrups. Devon held her hand while the physician inserted her monitor into an embedding syringe and re-implanted it into the edge of her cervix.
“I’ll give you a hormone shot to match your levels to the host's at the time of her attempt and this event shouldn’t even show up as a blip on the computer log.”
Rachel seemed determined when they left the clinic. “Drive back to the tea house, then I’ll take the car and go home to relax. You enjoy, it’s only fair that you have your turn.”
Devon was intrigued by his wife’s strength. She was willing to let him play and explore while she was unable to participate. “Do you think Virginia and Barrett will still be there?”
“Count on it. This happens to everyone at some point. Madam Cerise prepares for all contingencies and if you decide you want a fourth participant she’ll have someone ready.”
Devon knew Rachel wasn’t jealous that her quietness was because she had to behave until a new host was found. Devon supposed it was only fair he enjoy more playtime since she’d been doing this for two years without him.
Madam Cerise met him at the front door wearing an understated gray dress and took his arm. She didn’t lead him through the tearoom, instead she opened a door to a private parlor and ushered him in. “I assumed you’d like to continue where you left off. I have Virginia in here waiting for you and Barrett will join you when you’re ready. Nobody has done anything without you. Do you have any requests? Another woman? Another man?”
Devon shook his head. This was his first time and he intended to finish with the partners he started with.
Virginia wrapped her arms around him. “You do understand Rachel will be fine, it’s happened to Barrett and me before. In a few days she’ll have a new host and will be right back playing.”
Devon nodded. “Will this be awkward?”
“Today is about your pleasure. Even though Rachel won the challenge, why don’t you take her place in the middle? Barrett will do you and you can do me at the same time.”
He felt his muscles contract. “I’ve never done any of this before. Guidance will probably be required.”
Barrett came into the room. “Alright?” He asked the question from the door. Devon figured that was to make him fell more comfortable.
What the heck, Devon felt like he’d been freed from the morals prison and he wanted to taste pleasure in all of its flavors.
Barrett massaged his shoulders. “Relax.”
Virginia knelt in front of him and cupped his balls and his erection returned with immediate demands. He couldn’t think of anything, but how good he felt. The erotic sensations of being the center of attention, four hands and two bodies attending to his every desire.
Barrett used massage oil that warmed on touch. He slathered some onto Devon’s shoulders, his back and then his butt. The lube warmed the instant Barrett’s slick finger slipped inside to prepare him for a fucking. Virginia took the lube too and played some between her own legs. Devon knew he should help and massaged some into her ass. She mewled. “If we don’t hurry I’m going to come all by myself.”
Devon slid home and when he relaxed to pull out, Barrett slid deep into him with one stroke. They measured their rhythms for ultimate pleasure. He wasn’t going to be last to come this time.
After enough pleasure to make up for the missing pleasure of his entire adult life, Devon went home to Rachel.
She had kept her private decision to seek pleasure a secret from him and he understood the reason. She was strong enough to know what she wanted, and stronger still to not push him to breaking the rules before she knew he was ready. He had to give her credit for letting him experience the ultimate pleasure he’d had today, selflessly and happily.
“No more secrets, babe. Once your monitor is removed again, we’ll have even more fun together. Our marriage has worked because of compatibility, you know the friends first thing.”
“And now you want to be naughty law-breakers together. Aw, how sweet.”
Originally published March 2010