750 Word Stories - 2025

This is in a submission to the 750 Word Event for 2025. The text appearingafterthis foreword / the titles andbefore'the end' is exactly 750 words long. This vignette was inspired by an image shared on BlueSky by Literotica authorSinfulKnave.

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Spit Roast

Spit Roast

by Emily Miller

by Emily Miller

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It was her dislike of the taste of rubbers that had decided Bella. The biggest reason they had picked this guy.

Bella was nervous. Not, 'I have to give a presentation at work' nervous, closer to terrified. But... but that was good, it was the edge that she wanted, the edge that had been missing.

It wasn't anyone's fault, she loved her husband, she knew he loved her. And they had both lived for their son. Their son who was now at college, the other side of the state. Bella and Jim both missed him. It was only natural. But what was also natural was fledglings leaving the nest, and making their own way in the world.

But where did that leave Bella and Jim? Well, it meant more time for each other. They'd had a long talk and agreed that they had invested precious little in each other over the last eighteen years. They also agreed that they hadn't grown apart, or any clichéd bullshit like that. They had just been busy. This was fixable.

Reconnecting had been good. It had been amazing. But Bella realized that - having been close to asexual for nearly two decades - she now wanted more. She had fallen pregnant young, and was still not yet forty. She wanted to live.

Bella and Jim had spoken about it. It had been scary, but they were adults, and they had always found a way to deal with what life had thrown them. This was no different.

She waited, sitting on the hotel room bed. Jim was a ball of nervous energy, pacing up and down, constantly checking his phone. Bella felt like she needed to pee, but she had just been to the bathroom. She wanted to say something to her husband, but her mouth felt dry, and what was there to say?

Jim's phone chimed, and he looked at the screen intently. "He's in the lobby."

Bella nodded, gulped, but was still unable to speak.

"You sure?" asked Jim.

She nodded again, several times rapidly, as if trying to reassure herself. And then there was a knock on the door...

His name was Ben, he was younger than both of them, maybe early thirties, and this was what he did for a living. He had an easy grace to his movements, a confidence in himself. And he looked good, without getting into pretty boy territory. Bella felt a lump in her throat.

Jim and Ben spoke in low tones. She'd asked him to arrange things in advance, to avoid any additional awkwardness. Money had been sent, test results exchanged. Everything was ready.

Ben approached Bella, took her hand, and lifted her to standing. "I know this probably feels strange, but we're just going to have some fun. It will be OK, I'll look after you."

Jim interrupted, "What we agreed, right. Just oral with you, while I... that's right, Bella?"

She managed a whispered, "yes," then Ben kissed her and - for a while - nothing else mattered.

Bella assumed she had been on autopilot, because, next she knew, all three of them were nude, she was in the position on the bed, and looking up at Ben's toned body. But it wasn't his abs that she was interested in, but rather lower.

Tentatively, she reached for him, and Ben stroked her hair soothingly. Equally soothingly, Jim held her waist softly, and eased himself into her receptive depths slowly and smoothly. The familiarity of his penetration made Bella feel it was going to be OK.

No condom, that had been her stipulation, and now she could see a clear bead form on Ben's swollen head. Still unsure, Bella extended her tongue, the salty flavor permeated her palate. Now or never.

She closed her eyes, and felt Ben's hands guide her open mouth to him. And he was in her, actually in her. And Jim was too, and it felt... it felt all she wanted it to feel.

Opening her eyes, Bella looked up at Ben, and slid forward, taking more and more of him, until his head touched her throat. Pausing, trying to suppress her reflex, she felt Jim begin to ease in and out of her, and his hand find her throbbing clitoris.

Bella swallowed and took the final inch, then closed her eyes again, as the two men began to push her back and forth. Back and forth in a rhythm that sent her reeling. It felt like she was alive.

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