Summer Voodoo

They were standing before a small house on a quiet side street. The place had been converted into a restaurant namedMV, according to the black and red neon sign blinking intermittently over the solid black door. There were black wrought-iron accents everywhere, and black latticework completed the covered front porch.

Even from the sidewalk they could hear ominously exotic tribal music emanating from the forbidding house.

"Sounds like seduction, doesn't it?" said a grinning Christina, her eyes glowing.

"Shall we?" answered John. Slipping his arms around their waists, he walked them through the black lattice archway overhanging the wrought-iron fencing.

A few moments later they were seated at a cozy table inside the unusually dark restaurant, with only a scant few blood red track lights offering a spooky, pagan illumination to the room. In the center of their bare black table sat a large cylindrical candle holder made of red glass. Covered in waxy black netting, it cast a constantly shifting crimson light upon them, leaving their faces glowing eerily amid the flickering shadows.

John said, "Okay, I'm going to have to agree with you about this place. High marks on the sexy scale. So what does 'MV' stand for? Did you ever ask?"

"It stands for'Midnight Voodoo,' which is the actual name," answered Christina.

Summer grinned at the willowy brunette. "Babe, with your long, silky black hair, your lush blood red lips, your flawless white skin, and that positively wicked black dress, you look like you were born for this. They must have had you in mind when they named the place."

Christina offered Summer a furtive smile. "Although I may look the part tonight, I sure don't feel it. This place actually scares me a little, but I thought it would be perfect for us, especially since you mentioned wanting to look for a 'voodoo place' sometime during your visit to the French Quarter."

John glanced at Summer, who merely smiled before turning back to Christina.

"Is something wrong?" she asked, having caught the loaded look John gave Summer.

"Let's just say that voodoo already came looking for her," answered John, pointedly staring at Summer's necklace.

"John, please," Summer said, with a note of caution.

Watching the two of them, Christina again noticed the strange feeling of disquiet that had been growing in her mind ever since they'd taken their seats at the table. She took a deep breath and said, "Summer, the way your hair is shining tonight...your incredible breasts...your entire body...pardon my French, but you look absolutely fucking amazing. My god, you're literallyglowing. I just have to say this: You are the sexiest, most impossibly beautiful woman I've ever seen."

Wordlessly losing herself in the candlelight, Summer stared intently at the flickering flame.

"It's more than that, though," continued Christina. "I don't quite know how to put it, but I think what I'm trying to say is...Summer, you almost don't seem real. I don't mean like fake boobs or anything, since yours are obviously natural. What I mean is, god...it's like you're not even thesame as us."

She turned to John. "Am I being crazy here? You can feel it too, can't you?"

He reached across the table to give her hand a quick squeeze, and her heart skipped a beat when he added a subtle yet urgent nod. His eyes were ablaze, trying to tell her something...willing her to understand.

Deciding to press onward, she turned back to Summer. "I have to ask...your bracelet, I've never seen anything like it before. I worked as a jeweler for many years, yet I've never come across a piece with such intricacy. Also, although I didn't want to pry, I have to ask about that necklace. I saw John staring at it just now, and you weren't wearing it before. Where did you get it? More importantly, do you know what that is that you're wearing?"

Summer said nothing. Continuing to gaze unblinking into the shifting candlelight, an ethereal fire was revealed in her shining green eyes.

Intrigued by Summer's mysterious silence, Christina glanced over at John. Although he too was staring intently at Summer, she wouldn't abandon her searching of the light.

The moment was interrupted when a young waitress came by to take their orders.

Alarm bells went off inside Christina when the waitress set their glasses on the table. The girl accidentally spilled water on Summer's arm, and unless Christina's eyes were playing tricks on her, Summer's new golden bracelet didn't reflect a drop of moisture.

At the same time, Christina also noticed that John was wearing what appeared to be a new wedding band that matched Summer's bracelet.

As soon as the waitress left their table, Christina said, "John, don't freak out, I just want to try something...."

Taking his hand, she dunked his fingers into her water glass; then, pulling them out, she examined his ring.

A shiver ran through her. The ring was completely dry.

Having missed it in the shower, John finally saw what Christina had instantly noticed.

"What the..." he said, dunking his ring finger again before pulling it right back out.

His golden wedding band remained dry as a bone.

"I have to see..." said a trembling Christina. Taking Summer's forearm and gently laying it flat on the table, she poured water on the bracelet. Summer's wrist became glistening wet, yet her bracelet stayed completely dry.

A stunned Christina pulled back from the table, her hands going to her mouth in awe.

When Summer suddenly lifted her gaze from the glowing candlelight to lock eyes with the startled beauty, Christina was thrown back into her chair, struck by a bolt of astonishing revelation. Gasping, she stared wide-eyed at Summer.

John said, "An angel of light, Christina. That's what the woman called her, right before vanishing into thin air."

"Who? What woman?" she whispered, her eyes still wild as she held her hands over her mouth while staring in shock at Summer.

Taking his own deep breath, John proceeded to tell Christina everything that had happened since they'd last seen her.

"Oh, my god...it's true," Christina finally gasped, barely able to breathe.

Giving her a gentle smile, Summer caressed her hand while whispering, "Shhhhh."

John said, "Christina, you could feel it. You even said it, and that was before you knew about any of this other stuff. Something made you feel that Summer isn't the same as us."

"I did feel it. She's...perfect. That's what it is. She's beautifully, impossibly perfect...in every single way," Christina whispered.

Summer turned to John and took his hand. "Please, baby, don't scare her. What happened to my beautiful man who wanted to make sure that Christina felt comfortable tonight, who even chose this dress as his 'safe' pick so we could all just have fun together without it becoming too much for her? John, we need to get back to that place."

Christina surprised them both when she suddenly laughed, "Wait, hold on a second here! John, you wanted to protect me? You tried to prevent Summer from being too sexy, andthis is what you chose as her 'safe' outfit that wouldn't send me off screaming in terror into the night? Christ, if this is her conservative dress, I can't wait to see how you dress her when you're going for full-on sexy!"

"You should have seen what she had on last night," John grinned.

"Or just go out with us again tomorrow night," added Summer, flashing an inviting smile.

"Seriously? As outrageously sexy and fuckable as you look tonight, this is your 'conservative' dress?"

"I tried to warn him about how sexy this one really is, but he didn't believe me," Summer said, smiling at John. "He simply wouldn't accept the possibility that even though something is covering me it could still be less conservative and 'safe' than some of my seemingly more revealing things."

"John, are you blind? Look at her! Can't you see how that dress moves over her body? Have you watched her walk in that thing?"

"No, I hadn't. I mean, I have now, but I hadn't then, not when I picked it," he admitted sheepishly.

"Sweetie, as amazing as she looks right now, imagine what's going to happen when she dances in that dress. Her perfect legs are already bare, her mouthwatering bottom may as well be, and try to picture how those impossibly beautiful breasts of hers will look beneath that silk, especially with her nipples standing out the way they are. Honey, she's going to be showing everything...just everything. She's going to look like pure sex."

John grinned. "You're right, it's a whole lot sexier than I realized. Still, I'm telling you, even as amazing as she looks right now, this one is much less revealing than what she's going to wear tomorrow night."

"Well, okay then, I appreciate the thought. Wanting not to push me too hard tonight, that was very sweet of you. I admit it, you two could easily scare me off. Summer is just so damn sexy, and, god, she's so comfortable with it. Yes, she could definitely intimidate me into chickening out. So could you, John, or have you already forgotten that I've held you in my hand? You're the first new man I've touched since I've been married. Jesus, after what I saw and felt on that plane? Please. Summer knewyou wouldn't exactly be 'safe' for me tonight either."

Summer smiled softly. "He's beautiful, isn't he? Doesn't he have the most gorgeous cock?"

Shifting her legs beneath the table, she leaned up onto her elbow to look at John. With a knowing smile she took a sip of water before turning to give Christina a warm, sexy grin.

"Well," Christina giggled, "I haven't come across very many, but, yes, he certainly has the biggest and nicest-looking penis I've ever seen."

Nearly choking on her water, Summer spluttered with glee at Christina's use of the word 'penis.'

Christina laughed, "Oh, shut up! You want me to say it? Okay, fine! John has the best COCK I've ever seen! You know what else? When we were on that airplane, it took every last ounce of willpower I had to stop myself from sucking his gorgeous COCK right there in his seat. I bet you also don't know how close I came to marching him and his huge, hard COCK straight back to that restroom. After I saw what he did to you, I wanted him to fuckmy brains out too. I was absolutely dying to feelmy happy pussy filled to overflowing with hot, sweet cum from his enormous COCK, just like yours was!"

Blushing with embarrassment, yet also thrilled with herself over her brazen performance, she gave Summer a wide grin. "There, was that better?"

Positively beaming in delight, Summer raised her hands in applause.

Still blushing, Christina nevertheless curtsied in her seat, and they both laughed.

"Yeah, well, like you said, you haven't seen very many. You think mine is big? You should see Jake's," John grinned.

He playfully kicked Summer, which only made her laugh even more.

Christina grinned right back at him. "Yes, I'm sure that's all it is, John. The thing is, though, it's not just me. I'm guessing Summer has seen quite a few 'gorgeous cocks' in her day, and she still seems to think yours is pretty hot stuff. In fact, she seems to be head-over-heels in love with it."

"Mmmmmm-hmmm..." Summer agreed with a happy smile, accentuating her point by reaching into his lap to stroke him.

As Christina watched Summer's hand glide back and forth along John's thickening length, she bit her lip and said, "Anyway, getting back to this 'not wanting to scare off Christina' stuff, now you have me really curious. So, okay, how much more revealing are we talking here? Summer, you're practically naked already. My god, you look like a silver-clad sex goddess. What more can you do? Go out with no clothes on, completely naked? You can't possibly do that, not in public."

"Pretty much," answered John. "It just depends on her mood, and how she moves. Even when she's wearing something she can still be completely naked, or she can start off clothed and end up naked. Don't put it past her."

Intently eyeing Summer's lush breasts, Christina grinned. "This I have to see."

Gesturing with a pointed glance, John gave her a smug smile. "With Summer, if you want to see, usually all you have to do is look."

Following his cue, Christina gasped.

Summer was sitting sideways in her chair, leaning on her hip with her bottom facing Christina. Her bare legs were drawn up together on the seat, and the hem of her silver sheath had climbed nearly to her waist.

Christina stared in amazement at Summer's bare bottom and fully exposed pussy.

Smiling sweetly, Summer painted a polished fingertip up her supple thigh before slipping it through her moist lips.

"See how easy it is for her? Now imagine how easy it becomes when her clothes don't even cover her to begin with," John grinned.

With her gaze locked on Summer's beautiful nudity, Christina quietly said, "I'm going to sleep with both of you tonight, aren't I?"

"Do you want to sleep with both of us tonight?" answered a smiling Summer, shifting in her seat. Her subtle sideways movement made her breast slip from behind its silky covering, and Christina let out another small gasp.

Maintaining her even smile, Summer allowed herself to remain exposed.

"You know I do," said Christina, reaching over to touch the inviting dusky pink tip. "The question is whether I'll have the nerve to go through with it..." she added, staring into Summer's eyes while caressing her gorgeous nipple.

Arching her back, Summer covered the spellbound brunette's hand with her own and purred, "If you want it to happen, it will. You're so beautiful, Christina. You know I want to make love with you."

"What about John?"

"If you make love with John, I'd love to watch."

"Is watching all you would do?"

Summer again smiled sweetly. "Of course I'd want to do more than just watch, but that would be entirely up to you."

"What if I can't go through with it? Will you dismiss me, or feel contempt for me, thinking I'm nothing but a coward? Summer, I've never done anything like this."

"Shhhh. No matter what you decide to do, it will be perfectly fine. If you don't want anything more than a nice dinner, dancing, and some friendly company, we will be very happy to enjoy those things with you. Christina, we didn't invite you out to seduce you. We simply want you to have some fun."

John added, "Look, I know you only just met her, and this will sound like total bullshit coming from me, but Summer doesn't lie. Ever. About anything. I'm not even sure shecan lie. I mean, literally, I think she's incapable of lying. The point is, she's telling you the truth. We talked about it, and all we were hoping for was to share a fun evening with a beautiful woman--a beautiful woman who, by the way, seems rather lonely and frustrated. As far as we're concerned, you absolutely deserve a fun night out. The topic of seducing you never came up, and it's not why we're here."

"Still," Christina smiled, "you two almost can't help but seduce me. You know I want you...both of you. John, we all know I want your cock. I'm saying it. I want you to fuck me tonight. And, yes, I'm well aware that I shouldn't want to have sex with you. I'm married, and I've never cheated, but you know what? I don't care. I want to make love with you. I want to wrap my legs around you and take every gorgeous inch of you deep inside me, then I want you to fuck me all night long. Summer? I've never even been with a woman before, yet somehow that doesn't matter now. I want her so badly, I almost can't take it anymore. Summer is living beauty...sex incarnate. She's completely irresistible."

"So are you," Summer said.

"Yes, well, no one ever resists you, of that I am absolutely certain. No one. Plenty of people have managed to resist me my entire life. You and John are the first people in years to make me feel sexy and wanted."

"Then just enjoy feeling sexy and wanted," Summer answered, reaching forward to caress Christina's flawless porcelain cheek with the backs of her fingertips. "You should, because you are. You're very sexy, and everyone who sees you tonight will want you."

John nodded, adding, "You're one of the most stunning women I've ever seen. Seriously, you're like a classic Hollywood femme fatale, or a Bond Girl. Any man or woman would feel privileged to take you to bed, but the most important thing is that you simply enjoy yourself. If making love is too much for you, if it will only upset you or leave you feeling guilty, hey, no worries. We'll have a fun, casual night out together with no seductions, no sex, and definitely no pressure. It's not a problem."

With tears in her eyes Christina giggled, "You can't imagine how silly that sounds to me, hearing myself described as a Bond Girl, or a femme fatale! Me, a femme fatale! That is so funny. All my friends would die laughing if they heard that."

Summer said, "Okay, but let me ask you something. How many of those friends of yours have seen you looking like this, dressed and made up this way?"

"The answer to that would be, oh, precisely zero. This is the first time I've worn anything really revealing since I've been married. I don't even own a dress like this. I had to go shopping today just so I would have something halfway decent to wear tonight. I knew I wasn't going to be able to keep up with you, Summer, but at least one time in my life I wanted to wear something truly glamorous and sexy!"

She broke down crying, and Summer took her hand. "Christina, how many of your friends know you have a perfect body and an absolutely beautiful pussy, with gorgeous pouty lips and the prettiest little landing strip? Like you said, they've never seen you in such a sexy dress, with nothing underneath it but a pair of silky thigh-highs, and a pussy to die for."

Christina moaned, "Oh, god, youdid look!"

"Of course I looked. I wanted to see every inch of you, especially your beautiful thighs and sexy pussy. It made me so wet when I discovered you weren't wearing panties. Christina, from the very first moment I saw you in that dress I wanted to tear it right off of you. I still do."

"Summer, I couldn't believe it, but when you were down by my thighs I found myself actually hoping that you were looking up my dress. I wanted you to see my pussy."

Summer grinned, "Oh, I was definitely looking." Then she turned to John. "Baby, you are going to go absolutely crazy when you see her naked. She has the most beautiful pussy ever."

His eyes narrowed to wolfish slits as he stared at the tops of Christina's thighs, and her face went flush. "God, John, it's like you're looking right through my dress," she whispered, before turning back to Summer. Touching her face, she smiled, "Maybe the second most beautiful, but thank you."

Summer caressed her hand. "Your friends, the people who know you, they just haven't been fortunate enough to see the real you. When you go home, show them. Be as sexy with them as you've been with us. Let them see who you really are."

Christina laughed, "You mean show them my pussy?"

Summer and John laughed right along with her, then John said, "No, of course not. Well, okay, maybe, if it's as gorgeous as she says it is, but what she means is you shouldn't feel beautiful and desirable only when you're on vacation with us. This is the Christina we know, and she's incredibly sexy and fun. This should be the Christina everyone else gets to see, too."

Christina leaned back in her chair, her ruby lips curling into a rueful smile. "Maybe some of my friends would like to see me this way, and I'm sure that at least a few of my co-workers and clients would enjoy it, but my husband would never go for it. No way. He'd lose his mind if I ever wore a sexy dress like this at all, much less to go dancing. Thigh-highs and no panties, with such a short dress? He'd have a heart attack."