My Delicious Fantasy

By Jackson Richardson

When her fiancé jilts her at the altar, with a text as her lameest of excuses, Pam decides to call off the reception...and enjoy her wedding night: Champagne and the best two. her friends; Abby and Lena, is there anything better?
But when three women and alcohol get together, things tend to get out of hand. An explosive union that will lead to the most fun, sensual and sexy of challenges... one that is written on a card with...
A delightful fantasy...

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jackson Richardson
• Release date: Mar 28, 2023
• ISBN: 9798215510568

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Table of Contents

FOREWORD

ALL FOR ONE, AND ONE FOR ALL

ABBY & DASH

CHAPTER 1

EPISODE 2

CHAPTER 3

CHAPTER 4

CHAPTER 5

PAM & KEITH

CHAPTER 1

EPISODE 2

CHAPTER 3

CHAPTER 4

CHAPTER 5

CHAPTER 6

EROTIC MEMORIES

LENA & NICK

CHAPTER 1

EPISODE 2

CHAPTER 3

CHAPTER 4

CHAPTER 5

CHAPTER 6

CHAPTER 7

CHAPTER 8

CHAPTER 9

CHAPTER 10

CHAPTER 11

EPILOGUE

AN EROTIC FANTASY... COME TRUE

My Delicious Fantasy

Author: Jackson Richardson

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FOREWORD

I'm going to kill that fucking son of a bitch, Abby hissed.

Get in line, love, I'm first, Lena assured. I want your eggs on a tray. I'll plate them in gold so Pam can sell them and make a profit off that bastard.

—I don't know if they will give you anything for them, they are tiny.

The two women exchanged a mutually understanding smile and stepped out of the elevator toward the Bridal Suite of the Sofitel Hotel in New York. The sound of their heels was muffled by the thick carpet that covered the floor, but not the somber and murderous humor they had brought with them from the moment they left the ceremony room; the third musketeer , had just been planted before the justice of the peace.

Why did you do this to him? Lena ruminated. Dressed in a billowy turquoise Badgley Mischka and her—inseparable and beloved— Jimmy Choo , the interior designer was certainly the most cosmopolitan of the three women. I still can't believe he left with that whore, what did he see of her? But if not even two weeks ago he seemed to be drinking the winds for Pam.

Abby, who was the antithesis of Pam, with her simplicity and calmness, placed her hand on her friend's bare shoulder.

Well, it's clear that he doesn't do it anymore, he told her, "otherwise I wouldn't have been so cowardly as to send him a text message to tell him that he was at the airport and that he was leaving with that... that...

-Bitch? -He suggested-. Tart?

Bitch, he finally hissed, agreeing with the chosen word. What kind of man does that to a woman?

A bastard, son of a bitch, without scruples, he summarized. Then he shook his head. God, if I have him in front of me, it's that I twist him to the intestines.

He then pointed to the room at the end of the corridor, its door was open and music was playing in the background.

You want to tell me why the hell he came to the Bridal Suite? He pointed out the obvious.

The two of them had been around Pam, just as worried about the boyfriend's absence as she was. They had taken turns accompanying her as they tried to contact him without success. Then the fateful message had arrived, a fucking text message that rang inside Abby's purse. She had taken care of the girlfriend's things and when she saw the sender she couldn't help but imagine the worst.

Pam had taken over the phone, just as anxious and worried as the rest about the boyfriend's absence. Her face had gradually paled as she stared at the screen, then it had slipped from her hands and onto the floor. Lena had picked it up and said a string of curse words out loud.

‹‹I can't marry you, I'm in love with another woman. Right now I'm about to catch a plane with her. I'm sorry, Pamela. I wish you find happiness.

The message had knocked out all three of them, between hisses and gasps of surprise they tried to contact him once more, but his number was still disconnected or out of coverage.

Pam had then turned to the few guests who had attended the wedding, she was radiant in her champagne-colored mermaid wedding dress and her hair up with little flowers. After taking a deep breath, she spoke to those present to tell them that the wedding was canceled because her fiancé had decided to go to the Bahamas with a whore. The shock was general, especially for his parents, who after screaming at the extreme and a subsequent viewing of the message, were as pale as the bride.

Fine, there's no wedding, she murmured, looking at her two bridesmaids and best friends. But I plan to enjoy my wedding night like crazy...

His words stunned them for a moment. Her friend, the library assistant, the tooth and sword defender of each of them, her colonel, smiled as tears slipped down her cheeks.

The mini bar is well stocked with all kinds of liquor, girls, he told them, trying not to cry. Let the party begin!

And with that, she had spun on her towering heels, the flowing train of the dress billowing behind her.

Now Abby and Pam stood outside the door of the Bridal Suite, listening to music in the background and looking at each other.

-What do we do now?

Lena shrugged.

What we always do, join the party, she said, raising one elegant hand. One for all...

And all for one, Abby agreed.

As a common front, they opened the door and entered the room. Pam, now clad only in the set of lingerie and garter stockings she'd purchased especially for the occasion, wiggled her ass to the tune on the stereo and sipped from a glass of pink champagne.

—Ah, you're on time, girls —he received them with a huge smile—, the appetizers are already on the table and there's drink for the whole night.

Lena raised an eyebrow at the bride's greeting, while Abby shook her head and walked directly towards her. He took the glass from her and drank its contents in one gulp.

Well, what are we waiting for? she said, looking at her best friend.

Pam nodded and glanced quickly at the other two women, who smiled back, set aside their bags, kicked off their shoes, and scampered over to her.

Get the party started!

ALL FOR ONE, AND ONE FOR ALL

Too many drinks, to count them, later...

Men are jerks, Pam declared. You can't trust them. Look at me, I commit and wham! He stands me up to go to the Bahamas with a bitch.

Lena, who was sprawled out on the bed with just her underwear and a drink dancing in her hands, looked at her friend.

Did he go to the Bahamas?

She shrugged and finished her own drink in one gulp.

I haven't the slightest idea, but I guess he won't go to China or Alaska, he replied, looking around for the bottle. Fuck, a text, he sent me a fucking text. Couldn't he have done it yesterday?

Her friend snorted.

He's a man, she declared, raising her voice. The non-evolved species of orangutans! All they know how to do is peel a banana... and sometimes they're not good at even that.

At the obscene gesture that accompanied his words, the three women burst out laughing.

For once I'd like to find a guy who knows what he's doing, Lena commented, then smiled amusedly. As long as he just does it in bed, that's enough for me.

A new roar of laughter filled the room.

Yeah, but a guy you can take today and leave tomorrow, Abby added, alternating her drink with some peanuts.

And no sudden declarations of love and bullshit like that... she added, then fanned herself with her hand. What a burden!

An object man! Abby exclaimed.

A fantasy man! Pam laughed. Hell, I've always wanted to have sex in some public place... you know... because of the morbidity and stuff...

Abby pointed a finger at her.

In the library, said her friend, who, like them, was already wearing only her underwear. A sexy bra, thong, and skim set that she hid under a nondescript, understated outfit. You told me you proposed to that prick, but he didn't accept.

The aforementioned rolled her eyes.

"That orangutan lacked imagination.

Does any man have such a thing?

The two laughed again at Lena's comment.

There has to be someone out there who does, Pam continued, flopping down on the bed. Someone capable of making each of the fantasies we have come true...

Oh, yours would be making out with someone in a library, Abby laughed. Has it never happened to you, running into someone and thinking how delicious it would be to make out with him? With a real stranger?

Pam put her hand to her chest and feigned deep indignation.

I can't believe how perverted you have become, Miss Abigail!

The girls laughed once more, by now the alcohol had broken down every one of their defenses and overridden shame and good sense.

Oh yeah, Lena clapped. For Abby it would certainly be a challenge. Can you imagine? Entering a venue, choosing someone and slipping them a few words on a napkin... yesssss! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

Soon the three found themselves chanting the same word, and then burst into laughter.

Sex with a complete stranger, Pam shuddered, licking her lips. I get horny just thinking about it... in the dark... without knowing who it is...

Blindfolded and tied to the bed, Lena purred.

Abby chuckled.

Yes, that would certainly be a perfect fantasy for you.

The aforementioned winked at him and laughed.

-That is! Pam exclaimed then, jumping up. Let's play sex!

—Err... is that what you play? Abby asked poker-faced.

Depends on how imaginative your bed partner is, Lena agreed.

No, no, no, Pam continued. She got up on the mattress and looked at each of them. I mean making a game... a bet... and steamy, hot sex.

I don't think I've had enough to drink for that yet, honey, Lena replied, picking up the champagne bottle once more and sipping from it to her nose. I think I'll need the whole bottle before I even think about fucking a chick.

Pam laughed, followed by the others.

-No idiot. Uncles. Fantasies," he explained. Then he frowned. Well, unless one of you fantasizes about fucking a woman. I admit that I have fantasized about it... more out of curiosity than because I really feel like it...

Me too. Lena held up her hand. In fact, I once fell for one. It was like kissing myself. Nothing memorable.

You're a jack-in-the-box, Lena darling, Pam assured.

The aforementioned smiled from ear to ear.

I know, she said, satisfied. It's what happens when you shake off a leech that's been sucking you to the bone, get nearly drunk to celebrate, and end up handcuffed and blindfolded on a bed while some guy gives you the best night of your life. life. Men are bastards.

Abby and Pam shook their heads, both knowing that this had happened to their friend six months ago.

Yeah, bastards, Pam muttered, pouring herself another drink. I say we deserve it, girls. We deserve to spend an unforgettable night and make our fantasies come true.

He jumped from the bed to the floor and began to pace around the room.

I know I've seen them somewhere, he ruminated, opening and closing drawers.

-What are you looking for?

Pam triumphantly pulled blank cards from a drawer.

Cards! He replied with a wide smile. We are going to write the fantasies that we think would be perfect for each one of us... and then, we will make them come true.

Lena set the bottle aside, rolled onto her stomach, and pointed a finger at her.

For you, the one in the library, he declared with conviction. I see you all hot and wet fucking a guy against a shelf.

She gave a mischievous smile and pointed back at Abby.

—Our Abby, we'll send her to a private club, to fuck a stranger.

Do you know of any private club? Lena asked curiously. If it is private, you will need an invitation to enter, right? she added thoughtfully.

I haven't the slightest idea, the aforementioned denied, making the obvious clear. I've never been in one.

Pam held up her hands, waving them, and cut them off.

Well then, a bar... the important thing is that you fuck a stranger, she declared, winking at her friend. Every now and then you have to take a risk, darling.

Lena gets blindfolded, tied up, and done with all sorts of kinky things, Abby giggled, tickling her friend. Doesn't that