Exhibitionist & Voyeur
Erotic stories of swingers who enjoy watching and being watched.
We both scanned the new papers and I found an ad for a model for adult party items and lingerie. Rock and I went to meet the guy and his wife.
When we got there we met a nice Black couple and found out what the job was all about - It was me modeling lingerie and showing them toys for sale.
The wife asked me to try on some of the things so they could see how they fit. Most were see-thru and they wanted me to go nude under. Then Leon helped me adjust it. Of course his big hand were all over my tits, but I figured, hey it’s modeling.
The first party was the next night. It went well sold a bunch.
Next week another show. This time more men than last, but I sold a lot along with sex toys, but not many.
The next party I had a few women ask me to demo some of the toys for them. I asked Leon about that and he said sure. We sold a bunch and I was paid a nice commission, but felt weird but horny using dildos on myself in front of people.
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Robb’s friends Geoff and Marti, the ones owning several small-town bar grills in the area, a nice steakhouse and of all things, a nude stripper club, the L and L, in a small town 40 miles away, invited friends, business associates, and some key employees to an end of summer house party on the bluff overlooking the river. The party theme was Bathing Suites, Lingerie and Less. Their home is fairly new, really large and modern, with an in-ground dozen people or more spa/pool, walk out patio, etc. The party location is very rural, gated and very private.
We understood they had invited about 50 guests (hoping for 30 or so to accept). They arranged to have one of their younger bartenders and his wife take care of drinks. They had their restaurant assistant manager and her husband handle snacks and food. Their restaurant assistant manager, Haley, had started working for Geoff as a fill-in house dancer a the L&L when needed, working as a floating fill-in worker at their other business before being promoted. Robb and I had seen and visited with her several times at the L&L in the past few years. One of their maintenance men and his wife were there to keep everything working, clean towel piles replenished, sheets changed, etc.
Since it was end of summer, our tans were starting to fade, and an end of summer party after so long sounded good since the Omicron Wave of Covid was about over, masks were not being required, and a new wave had not started yet... For lingerie, I had a new red bra and pantie set with red heels that went with them. Robb was sticking with his surfer swimsuit and a Tommy B. shirt and sandals.
I picked a tight, very short, grey-colored skirt and short shrug/vest to cover my shoulders but not even close to closing in the front to leave my back, breasts and stomach exposed. The Saturday afternoon of the party, I went to the salon and had toe and finger nails all done, a bit of air brushing to even skin tones, hair done, etc. Robb and I had a light dinner at home, I finished my makeup, heavy on eye shadow, we left on the hour drive to the party house.
We found the house about 9 PM, and it was beginning to be twilight already. We had to park quite a ways down the curving gravel drive. I slipped on red sandals and put my heels and misc. supplies into a small beach bag for Robb to carry. He reached under his cowboy Cadillac front left fender and put his money clip and key fob on top of the tire. Hand in hand we walked up the drive.
It is quite a house. Entering the front foyer, I stopped and put my sandals in the bag and put my red heels on. It’s painful sometimes to be beautiful, LOL.. The stairs straight ahead lead up to the second floor and a pair of stairs to either side lead to the lower-level walkout party room. The whole south side of the party room opens to the patio strung with LED light strands. Tables and chairs straight out on the patio, with the spa/pool to the left and a king-sized sheeted mattress to the left under a ballroom light ball (LOL). Two bedrooms down a hallway were available for private play activity. Bump, bump music was playing! Very tacky and hot, LOL.
Robb got an iced tea in a rocks glass and I got a sprite in a Collins glass. We placed our beach bag under a table and staked out chairs before circulating. We very casually knew only a few people present, so we were not uncomfortable at all. Geoff and Marti greeted us and walked us around introducing us to their banker, real estate man, liquor distributor, lawyers and friends. Quite a group! Four couples were in the spa, some nude. A couple dozen other people were around in small groups visiting. Some people were dressy casual like for a county club patio party, several were in swimsuits, 4 or 5 women were in very revealing party dresses and 8 or 9 women were in lingerie. The men were all in shorts or swimsuits except for the guys in the spa pool. Every class of body type, weight and height were represented, so things were comfortable and very normal people-wise. In minutes, I had my skirt and shrug/vest off and hanging on our chairs. Lingerie and heels were good!
By about 10 PM, patio lights had been turned down to mood lighting levels. There were people feeling each other up here and there. Couples were going to the private bedrooms in the house. At the spa/pool a couple of women were sucking a couple of guys' cocks. I had ditched the heels for my comfortable sandals. Robb and I were still drinking iced tea and sprite, standing to the side with others and watching a young athletic couple go at it on the mattress. It was quite the show with lots of changing of positions as guests on loungers and guests standing watched. It’s all in the lighting!
When Robb went to get another glass of iced tea, I stopped by our table and removed my bra. It was definitely a hard nipple night.
When Robb got back, I was standing behind an empty lounger at the mattress. The maintenance man and his wife were changing the fitted sheet. Robb sat and pulled me down on his lap. Playing with my right nipple he moved to my panties and I stopped him. I didn’t want them stretched, so I stood up and slid them down and stepped out of them and sat back down. He gently stroked my trimmed little tuft landing strip and flicked my slippery wet clit. I had my hand gripping his cock tented up swimsuit. He whispered in my ear, “Should we?” We both stood up, he dropped his suit and we moved to the mattress. He held my hands and lowered me back on to the mattress, and we crawled to the center of the king-sized mattress. The ballroom ball above the mattress was rotating and throwing small beams out. This was seriously tacky, or was it kinky?
Knowing Robb, I knew he could pop fast when he’s on top, so I pulled and pushed him back and moved on to him cowgirl style. His cock slipped right in. I bounced and pumped on him, and when I opened my eyes, I was facing a watching couple on a lounger 6 feet away.
Glancing right and left as I rode Robb, there were at least 4 other couples watching. The man gave me a thumbs up… Oh Wow…
Keeping my eyed mostly closed, I slid back down a bit so I could work my clit against Robb’s cock. This was probably the fastest intercourse orgasm I ever had. After laying on Robb a bit, I then rolled off and he rolled on top and started pumping away... he was smarter than I was, he was facing 90 degrees away from the watching audience. He didn’t last a couple minutes, before shooting a two-spurt load and was done.This definitely was sex, not making love….or was it making lust? LOL
We crawled off the mattress, trying not to make eye contact with others or a mess, got our beach bag and headed to the bathroom to freshen up. Robb pulled his swimsuit back on and put his TB shirt on using one button. I slipped into my tight short skirt and pulled the shrug/vest on without underwear with my boobs on full display. Did I mention hard nipples! We headed back out to the party and circulated to say goodbye and thank you as it was almost midnight, and we had almost an hour’s drive home.
Back to the pickup, Robb reached under and got his money clip and key fob. I spread a towel on my seat and hiked the skirt up.We rode home with my boobs and puss on display for Robb. We were home a little after 1 AM and in bed sound asleep by 2 AM… It had been a good, long, enjoyable and fun day!
Julie&Robb
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When my now wife and I got together, we were very much of the same mindset about fucking and other people. I'm not interested in fucking other people, but for her, absolutely.
One night we were feeling naughty so we went out for drinks. My Wife put on a nice short skirt and as we left for the taxi, she took off her panties and threw them on the floor. She then gently rubbed her fingers through her pussy and licked off her juices. We got in the taxi and she climbed straight over the back row, and while doing so, made sure her ass was right up so the driver could see in his mirror, which was pretty hot. She sat in the middle, spread her legs open and leaned back. Then she started to caress her pussy and told me I couldn't touch, only watch. Her pussy was very wet (and always super shaved, she has a nice pussy) and had juices all over her hand. In went her fingers, which made her writhe a little on the seat. I could hear her little moans so I know the driver could too.
She pulled out a small toy from her purse and started rubbing it on her pussy which was even more hot, then slid it straight in and started to softly fuck herself in the back of this taxi. We suddenly arrived at the club and had to get out, but as she was climbing back over, she 'accidentally' dropped her dildo which fell into the front by the driver as she rushed out, leaving it behind.
In the club, she was super horny. She made sure she went up and down the stairs each time in front of guys so that she could flash her pussy from behind> We found a low seat because she want to flash some more and the more she flashed the more horny she got.
We left and headed back. She eagerly jumped into a cab. There she immediately turned, lifted her leg onto the seat and pushed my head right down so I could start to eat her now soaking wet pussy. It was just a short ride, we were staying at a motel for the weekend. Our room was upstairs so he got out of the cab and headed to the outside stairs. As we starting going up, she pulled her skirt right up, bent herself over, and spread her ass right open, pushing her pussy out. She told me that she wanted to do that at the club a few times to some strangers but was nervous.
It was quiet outside the motel so she proceeded to take her little skirt off completely, lay back on the stairs and spread her legs to be fucked. Of course I obliged. Then she stopped, got up, and started walking to the room half naked.
I said something to her about being half naked, so she took off her shirt and bra, threw them at me, and said: "Now I'm completely naked, and if anyone walks by before we get to the room, iI' going to ask him to fuck me." No one passed by but the sight of my wife completely naked in just heels walking to the room with the intention of fucking the next guy was very hot. As we were closing the door to our room, a couple of guys walked past... It's a very good night
Another day I'll detail the time I was out of town and my wife went for drinks with her girlfriend who wanted to fuck her.
Thanks for reading.
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Bestowal
By adamgunn, in Exhibitionist & Voyeur,
By Adam Gunn
I’m winded but I know Christie will keep going. I wave her on, she trots down the firm sand of the Carolina beach. We’ve played this game all week, and I know she’ll go another quarter mile while I rest up, then turn around and together we’ll race back to our starting point.
I watch the muscles in her long, strong legs as she pulls away from me, and then, further up, the bottom of her firm gluteus maximus peeking out from the cutoffs she’s wearing. I love the way her blond ponytail swishes first left, then right as she disappears into the haze of the early morning.
For two or three minutes I huff and puff, stretching, then dip my hand into the waves and cool my face with a splash of salt water. Less than five minutes have gone by and I sense her approach. The soft golden eyebrows, the length of her aquiline nose with nostrils flaring in exercise, the full lips surrounding perfectly white teeth and, always, the cobalt eyes, the orbs that bore through to my soul. Below her taut neckline and long collarbone lies the amazing midriff surrounding the navel most men would grovel to place their pinkie into. Between her neck and flat stomach, the breasts, the ones I finally know to be flawless. Even though the thick fabric of the athletic bra binds them, I realize just how beautiful they are. Strikingly round where they rise from her breastplate, they climax to the zenith of the rosy aureoles, protruding from the firm flesh, crowned by the tip of her nipple. Women five years younger than she would be proud to have any single part of this Elysian body, but they would sell all they would ever have for simply her breasts.
I fall into step beside her and tell her simply, “You’re gorgeous.”
“I know,” she replies. “You’d be all right, too, if you’d lose that life preserver.” She’s teasing, at twenty-seven I’m in better shape than any of my friends, studiously avoiding the beer belly I might develop through constant workouts. For another mile we trot wordlessly past the seaside grasses covering the dunes. Finally we halt at our backpack and retrieve the water bottle. She drinks from it first, and then passes it to me. I catch a hint of lipstick in the taste and wish I could kiss her. But I know this is meant to be the impossible dream.
We kick off our shoes and stroll into the slight ocean waves till our knees are covered in the water. I started this tradition the first day of our sunrise runs, and she now expects it. She shades her eyes from the glare of the reflected sun with her hand, and catches me admiring her elegance. “You’re thinking of last night.” It’s a statement, not a question.
“Yes,” I admit.
“You jerked off, thinking about me, didn’t you?” Subtlety has never been one of Christie’s vices.
Trying to sound nonchalant, I reply “Of course. Do you mind?”
“No, if you hadn’t I think I’d be disappointed. I could be an exhibitionist, you know,” she divulges.
“Really? Have you ever done anything like that before?”
“Once.” She pauses, and I wait with the ripples of the ocean lapping at my thighs for her confession. “In college I was at Cancun on spring break, and during a wet t-shirt contest a boyfriend persuaded me to go up on stage. When a couple of the other girls ripped off their shirts, I did too.”
“Would you do it again?” I prod.
“For a long time I thought about being an exotic dancer. I just never got around to it when I was in college, and now it’s too late.”
“You wouldn’t do it for a second job?”
“Right,” she smirks. “I can just see it now, ‘rising young executive wannabe caught shows the world her bush.’” I reveled in her laughter.
“How about private parties?” I ask.
“Like for you?”
“Sure, why not?”
“Maybe I will,” she suggests. “But if I did, you’d have to give me something.”
“Like what?”
“I’ll think about it. It’ll be something big, though, bet on it.”
“Okay,” I promise. I know we’re just teasing, the chances of anything like this happening are infinitesimally small. “But I want to see you go all the way.”
“You mean totally nude, not just topless?” She gazes into my eyes. “If he doesn’t object, it’s a deal.”
It’s coffee time. We walk the two blocks back to the condominium and enter her uncle’s timeshare. Entering by the patio door, Christie yells into her bedroom, “Get up, lunkhead!”
“Why?” Jake sleepily replies.
“For one thing,” I holler, “we’ve got an early tee time.”
“Shit, I forgot.”
Christie and I putter around the kitchen, grabbing the cereal, fruit and juices, putting a pot of coffee on. We’d been sharing this chore every day since we’d arrived, five days before, and I still thrill every time she puts a hand on my arm or we bump together. Left to our own devices I would have put a move on her long ago. Somehow, perhaps telepathically, I get the feeling Christie would probably enjoy the pass, maybe even cooperate, but you simply don’t try to make your best friend’s girlfriend. Well, at least I wouldn’t – you can never tell about Jake.
By the time we’ve got everything on the table Jake emerges from the bedroom, dressed in boxers and a shirt that doesn’t quite cover his protruding stomach, his hair uncombed. Christie pours him a cup, quickly kisses him good morning, and sarcastically tells him, “You look great today.”
“Shut up,” he replies, only half in jest. “When do we have to leave?” he asks me.
I look at the clock. “About twenty-five minutes.” This was typical. Ever since we’d been in grade school together I was the one who prodded Jake, made him get his act together. All our friends in high school thought it was perfect when we got the starring roles in the junior class production of The Odd Couple. I, of course, was Felix, the anal-retentive neatnik. Jake didn’t have to stretch very far to play the boorish Oscar. Now that he’s living with Christie, she’s taking up most of my duties.
“What are you going to do today?” Jake asks Christie.
“More of the same,” she tells him. “My thesis is coming along nicely.” Christie’s taking night classes to get her MBA and her final hurdle is due in less than two months. “And it looks like it’s going to be a great day. I’ll probably sit out by the pool awhile.”
Half an hour later, Jake and I are driving to the golf course. “Shit, she was hot last night,” Jake brags. “She gets so turned on sometimes.” I thought back to the evening. After we watched some chick film on Hulu, Jake threw an X-rated video on and the three of us watched the people on the tube screwing. For a few minutes I felt embarrassed. I mean, I’d never done anything like that with any girl that meant anything to either of us around. But Christie got into it, particularly the part where the woman was stripping. She made the same lewd comments Jake and I always do and after awhile it seemed like old times. Then Jake started making out with her, and I figured if they wanted privacy, they’d go into their bedroom, so I stayed and watched. When Jake took her blouse off and started sucking on her tits, she locked eyes with me and smiled invitingly. I wasn’t sure what was going to happen, but she soon pulled Jake into the bedroom with a lilting, ‘good night,’ leaving me with her bra and lewd thoughts. Sure, I whacked off, right in the living room, thinking not of the naked people on the screen, but of the couple in the bedroom.
“Remember the time the two girls swapped on us?” Jake asks. He probably banged Christie three times last night, but he still wants to talk about other women.
“Yeah,” I reply, “The one you were with first needed me to finish her off.”
“Screw you,” Jake laughs as he pulls the car up to the bag drop.
Seven and a half hours later we get back to the timeshare. I whipped Jake’s butt all over the golf course and we smell, I’m sure, of chicken wings and beer. Christie’s nowhere to be found, and Jake figures it’s time for a nap on the sofa. Sitting in a golf cart all day isn’t my idea of activity so I decide to take a swim and head for the beach. Only a few couples laze in the warm, late afternoon spring sun, only one elderly woman wades in the ocean. I’m not disappointed, I learned the first day we were here that this commune is populated by mostly retired couples escaping the snows of winter. The nearest hope of nightlife is ten miles away, too far for comfort. No, this is a vacation simply to relax. I see a blond reclining in the lee of a dune, and when I approach to within shouting distance I’m sure it’s Christie. This isn’t a clothing optional island, but apparently the restriction hasn’t bothered her; she’s topless. “Hey,” I call from twenty yards. Quickly a hand drops to her cover up, and then she recognizes my voice. I can almost see her shrug, as if musing, ‘he’s seen it before.’
“Hi,” she calls, a slight movement of her hand waving me over. I refuse to quicken my pace, and as I approach I take long looks at her from behind the safety of my sunglasses. Her only adornment is a necklace and her very brief bottoms. Her mons rises between the sharp hipbones and I wonder if she shaves or waxes. Quickly I notice her nipples crinkle, then smooth, as if she’s had a dirty thought she decided to put into a mental drawer. I sit down beside her, facing the ocean, hoping she doesn’t recognize the erection inside my baggy trunks. “What are you doing here?” she joshes.
“Just getting some exercise,” I reply. “Had enough of the homework?”
“I put four and a half hours into it. Then I started going through my calendar. Listen, did Jake ever get you anything for your birthday last week?”
“No, not really. He called, talked about going out one night.” I couldn’t tell her our birthday bashes were over now that he was living with a woman. “It’s okay, really. This trip is sort of a birthday party.”
She doesn’t buy it. “Jake told me about some of the things you guys used to do. Is it true you set him up with two girls for his birthday once?”
What the hell has Jake been sharing with her? “Yeah,” I admit, a little guiltily. I remember how three years earlier I talked a lady I was going with into getting one of her girlfriends to go out to a swank dinner for Jake’s twenty-fifth. After we went back to our place, the girls started fooling around with each other and stripped naked, sort of a lesbian scene, and then they both did Jake while I just watched and snapped pictures that I printed out. I wonder where he hid them so Christie wouldn’t find them.
“Didn’t you mind sharing your girlfriend with him?” Now her nipples are definitely crinkling; I can tell there’s a perverted side to Christie I’ve never seen before.
“Linda wasn’t really mine,” I explain. “We were both seeing other people, and it was actually her idea. Haven’t you ever teased a guy you liked?”
“Not like that!” she protests.
“But you’ve thought about it?”
“Sure. Who hasn’t? But I couldn’t afford to do anything like that. The world’s becoming too much of a safe, secure place. Something like that would be too much of a risk.”
“I don’t know,” I disagree. “Yesterday, I wouldn’t have thought you were an exhibitionist, yet here you are.”
“Yes,” she agrees, a little shyly, “letting my tits hang out for all the world to see. And you know, it doesn’t really bother me. I’ve been like this maybe an hour, and ten or twelve people have walked past. Most of them just ignored me, but two older guys hung around, getting a good view. It was funny, they kept looking out to sea, then they’d sneak another peek. After awhile I thought about inviting them over, just to see what I’d do but they moved on. And it doesn’t bother me that you keep checking me out.”
“What do you mean?” I try to act cool, but apparently my wrap around shades aren’t effective.
She just laughs. “Yeah, right. Well, anyway, when you see me naked I know what I want.”
This is getting serious. For a second, I consider backing off. After all, this is my best friend’s girl. But I remember now he didn’t worry about it when Linda came on to him. And he took a shot at another girl I was dating back in college. If Christie wants to play . . . . “Okay, I’ll bite, what?”
“Once I dated a guy, and he really got off by watching me masturbate.” Her body is flushing now, I watch the pinkness spread from her cheeks down to the pointy nipples. I take off my sunglasses and stare frankly at her nudity. “But he’d never do it for me. Will you let me watch you jerk off?”
I’m rock hard, I’m ready to do it right now, right here. “You’ve got to help me,” I bargain.
“No, no touching. You see me in my birthday suit, I see you come.”
“When? Tonight?”
“No, I’m still not sure Jake will go for it. Maybe when we get back home.” It’s the classic tactic, she doesn’t really want to do it, just wants to talk about it. Maybe this is the way she gets herself hot for Jake. But I’m not going to burn any bridges.
“Expect my call a couple of days after we get back,” I promise. She smiles, pulls her wrap on.
Jake still isn’t happy about dinner – he wanted burgers, Christie and I opted for grilled fish – but after four or five beers he’s feeling better about it, lying on the couch. We’re watching some NBA game on the tube, it’s close with twenty minutes to go. Christie’s bored, she’s never been much interested in any spectator sport. “I’m going to take a shower,” she announces.
“Take one for me,” Jake suggests.
“I’ll take two for you, you need both of them,” she retorts, a little petulantly. She heads into her and Jake’s room and closes the door. Fifteen minutes later, she pops her head out and asks, “Sweetheart, do you have any Q-tips?”
“Nope,” he says, absentmindedly.
“I’ve got some,” I say. “Let me get them for you.” I head into my bedroom, grab the box and hand it to her. She’s shielded by the door, but I catch a quick glimpse of shoulder and the curve of a bare breast she didn’t try to hide very hard.
“Thanks,” she whispers, with the hint of a blown kiss. I return to my chair, notice the bedroom door is slowly swinging open. Jake can’t notice it, he’s facing away from it lying on the sofa. From my vantage point I see a reflection in the full-length mirror on the closet door of Christie tweezing her eyebrows. My mouth goes dry as I realize I can see her complete back, all the way down to her stupendous ass. When she turns just the right way, I view a teat in profile and once she turns around so that I should be able to see her abdomen, but it’s concealed by a towel draped over her arm. She cavorts for some time, and I think I’m being treated to a most fortuitous voyeuristic session. Then she puts the towel around her waist, turns and smiles at me in the mirror, and reaches over to close the door. Once more, I’ve been had!
With a minute and a half to go in the game and a three-point spread, she emerges from the bedroom, smelling clean and fresh, wearing shorts and a thin blouse. Immediately I can tell she’s decided not to put a bra on. Jake’s yelling and screaming – he’s got a bet on the game – and I watch her pour herself a glass of wine. She sits down next to Jake, making him get up, and silently watches the end of the game with us. When the other team sinks a three-pointer at the buzzer to win by two, Jake could spit nails. He’s hollering, throwing pillows at the set, complaining it was a bad call, all the tricks guys use. For a while, Christie just sits and chuckles at his behavior, and then reaches for the remote control and clicks the set off.
“What are we going to do now?” she asks the two of us.
Still in a bad mood, Jake snarls, “We could sit around the camp fire and tell stories. It’s boring around here.”
“Good idea,” she agrees merrily. “Derek, tell me about the time you two swapped girls.”
“Huh?” I reply wittily. I know Jake’s told her about a few of our exploits, but that one’s really out there.
“Oh, I’ve got Jake’s side of the story. He tells me about all the other girls he’s had. He loves to impress me that he wasn’t a virgin when we met. But I want to hear how it really happened.”
“Well, uh . . . .” I stutter. “It wasn’t really much to talk about,” I try to escape.
“Jake, do you hear that? And you told me it was great.”
“It was,” he drunkenly retorts. “Go ahead and tell her. Give her whatever she wants.”
“I don’t know,” I object.
“Oh, come on,” Christie begs.
“Do it,” Jake commands.
“Okay, if that’s what you want.” For a few seconds I pause, trying first to remember what really happened, then attempting to figure out how Jake might have minimized or, worse, embellished the story. Finally I decide to tell it pretty much the way it happened. “It was four or five years ago now, when we were roomies, just out of college. Neither one of us had anyone special at the time, and we went out one Friday night to a bar and a pair of girls were sitting there. We bought them a drink and told them some lies . . . “
“What were their names?” Christie interrupted.
“Stacie and Stella.” How could I forget, the ‘S-Twins.’
“Cool. Jake, how come you can never remember the girl’s names?” He just ignored her, so she says, “What happened next?”
“It’s getting pretty comfortable, so I invite Stella up to our place for a glass of Chablis, and the next thing you know the four of us are in the living room. I’m on the couch with Stella and I’ve got her bra off, and Jake takes Stacie into his bedroom. I take my good old time, and Stella’s about ready to explode, when we hear Stacie’s voice. ‘You ready yet?’ she asks. Stella yells to Stacie, ‘not yet,’ then she yells at me, ‘I’m coming.’ She was a loud one, screaming at the top of her lungs. We go at it some more, I’ve forgotten about Stacie interrupting, and then, when it’s over, Stella hollers, ‘Okay, your turn.’ She gets up and marches into Jake’s room and Stacie comes out to me without a stitch on.”
I can tell Christie’s loving the story. Once again, her neck is blushed, and she’s got that look in her eyes. “What did you do?”
“What do you think? I gave her what she came out there for.”
“You were able to get it up again?”
“Hell, yes. That was definitely not a problem.”
“And Stacie came with you?”
“Most assuredly.”
“What about Stella with Jake?”
“That, I don’t know. I didn’t hear her screaming again.”
“Jake, you told me she wanted it all night long.” Jake just sits there, glumly, recognizing he can’t say anything that won’t come out wrong. “And then what?”
“As I remember, an hour or so later the girls get their clothes back on and leave. They left us a number, but it turned out to be dial-a-prayer.” Christie laughs, a hearty chuckle. I figure turn-about’s fair play, so I say, “Your turn. What’s your deep dark secret?”
“I don’t have any,” Christie demurs.
“Oh, come on. How old where you when you lost it?”
“Don’t you know?” She bats her big blue eyes at me. “The night I met Jake.”
“Oh, crap,” he intercedes.
Then Christie suggests, “Listen, why don’t we put that video on again. I didn’t see the end of it.”
This cracks me up. “They all wind up the same way,” I laugh.
“But this is the first one I’ve ever seen,” she innocently lies.
“Okay, let me go get it,” Jake says, and scrambles onto his feet, disappearing into the bedroom.
Christie comes over to me, leans down so I can see way down her blouse at all the good stuff and whispers in my ear, “If this works out the way I think it will, remember, you promised.” Then, before Jake gets back, she’s busy turning off the lamps and lighting candles she’s brought with her.
When Jake gets the DVD set up and the TV is showing naked bodies conjoining again, Christie starts doing the play-by-play. “Oh, so that’s what that’s for? How come you never showed me that, honey?”
Just like last night, within a few moments Jake’s got his hand on her thigh and he’s kissing her. I watch as he unbuttons the blouse and pulls it off her, and I’m watching him suck on those wonderful, pointy nipples. I figure pretty soon, like last night, she’ll get him up and they’ll head into the bedroom to finish off, but Jake continues to ignore my presence and his hand slips down to Christies shorts. The elastic band slides over the swell of her hips, and I see she’s not wearing panties. Quickly I’m treated to a glimpse of the bush, possibly just a racing stripe of tight blond curls, and then Jake’s head is between the legs, hiding what I want to see from my spying eyes.
Christie catches my eye and silently mouths, ‘do it.’ I know what she wants, and I stroke my erection through my slacks, letting her see the thickness of my penis, but I refuse to unzip myself. Her eyes flash in anger at me, daring me to expose myself, but I ignore her pleading, concentrating instead on the back of Jake’s skull, hoping he’ll come up for air. Instead, I see Christie’s body tense, and listen to her breath come in quick, sharp grunts. I see her hands lock into fists, and a foot rises into the air, toes curled in orgasm. Jake stops then, and lifts his head. He stares at me staring at his girlfriend, then says to her, “Come on, honey, let’s go into the bedroom and finish this off.” He stands, the bulk of his body looming over her, protecting her from me, and she slowly rises from the sofa. Again, I quickly catch a glimpse of all of her, then Jake steps in front, either accidentally or purposefully shielding her, and they stroll to the bedroom, closing the door behind them.
The sun is shining through a bank of clouds, and Christie is giving me what for. “You didn’t come through with your end of the bargain,” she complains. Her foot curls around a perfectly formed shell, and I’m amazed at the coloration of her toenails.
“You didn’t give me time,” I retort. “If you two had gone on a little longer, I would have. And besides, I never got a real good view.”
“That wasn’t part of the deal. I was naked, you were supposed to masturbate.” She laughs, letting me know she isn’t truly angry with me. “I’ll bet it was pretty good when you did, wasn’t it?” I hesitate, not knowing how to retort, and she teases further. “Oh, come on. You can tell me. I’ll bet your orgasm was better than mine!”
“Didn’t Jake do it for you?” I banter back.
“Oh, he was his normal self, adequate, but I was thinking of you. After he got done and rolled over, I got up and came out to the living room, hoping I could get you to perform for me. But you’d already gone to bed.”
“You should have knocked on my door,” I offered.
“Sure, right. Then Jake gets up, finds out what’s going on, and guess what would happen.” She smiles at the thought, however. “I wonder . . . no, that wouldn’t work. Oh, well,” she sighs, and I consider what the fantasy might have been.
After 8:30, we arrive back at the condo, and Jake, as usual, is still fast asleep. We breakfast on our fruit and granola, sharing the local newspaper until the phone unexpectedly rings. I grab it. “Hello?”
“Hi, Derek.” It’s Michelle, Jake’s admin. I dated her for a while, a long time back, and Jake went out with her a few times, too, before he met Christie, ignoring the proverb about not sleeping with anyone you work with. “Is Jake around?”
“Hold on,” I say to her, then ask Christie to tell Jake the office is calling. He trundles out, and speaks for four or five minutes to Michelle. Most of the conversation, at least on this end, consists of grunts and obscenities. Jake grabs a pencil, scribbles on a note pad, then tells Michelle, “All right, I’ll be there. Tell Danny he owes me big time, though.” He hangs up, then looks to us.
“Bad news,” he reveals. “Our biggest client is on a warpath, they were on CNBC this morning, and Dan wants me back in the office to help with the peace offerings. They’ve got me on a 1:40 flight coming back this afternoon. You guys can drive me to the airport, okay?”
“I’ll go home with you,” Christie offers.
“Me, too,” I add. We’ve still got one day to go, but it looks like the vacation is breaking up.
“Naw, that’s stupid,” Jake decides, scratching his stomach. “The company’s picking up my plane flight, if we try to get you guys back you’ll have to pay the change fees. Besides, just because they screwed me doesn’t mean you have to get in the cross fire.”
I expect Christie to argue some more, but she surprisingly gives in. “Okay,” she says, “Derek and I will find some way to keep amused.”
Jake gives her a look, semi-threatening and sort of irritated, then looks at me. “Just remember, bub, she’s my girl. I’m going to take a shower.”
While Jake’s packing, Christie and I go out for some tennis. She’s wearing this cute little number, and every time she retrieves a ball I can see her panties and ass peek out from the skirt. As we rest between sets, I try to have a conversation with her. “Do you think this is a good idea?”
“Why not?” Christie retorts. “Jake trusts me. Besides, this will give you a good chance to pay up on our bet.” When she sees my shocked face, she laughs, then bounces to the base line and proceeds to whip my butt in yet another set.
We grab a sandwich at a Burger King on the way to the airport – Jake’s happy, at least – and as Jake gets out at the entrance, he thanks me and says, “Be nice to my girlfriend, now – keep her safe for me, okay?” I drive the rental car around the perimeter while Christie goes into the ticket counter with Jake, keeping him company until he has to run the security gauntlet. Finally, she pops out and climbs in the passenger seat. On the way out to the expressway, she says, “Hey, are you in a hurry to get back to the condo?”
“Not really,” I admit. “Why, you got something you want to do?”
“Sure, let’s go into town and do the tourist traps.” We’d thought about this on the way down, it’s an old southern city, but Jake nixed the idea, just wanting to lay around the resort.
“Sounds good.” By the time we get there, I find out Christie has a full itinerary planned around the shopping district. I don’t really mind, though, walking with her through the old slave market. Just watching her face light up with a bargain is enough for me. We stop for a drink, chat about little in particular, then stroll through the palms and magnolias, admiring the mansions and gardens. We come across a restaurant, and decide to step into the courtyard and sample the menu of grilled halibut and crab cakes. The waiter dribbles the French wine into our glasses; I notice Christie seems to be imbibing the scented liquid faster than I. Jake’s presence, or lack of it, seems to be forgotten. Under the table, I sense Christie’s foot bump against mine, she doesn’t seem to be in a rush to move it.
After we refuse deserts or an after dinner drink, we stumble through the late twilight to the car, and begin the drive back to the island. The route takes us through a business district, one lined with gas stations, Taco Bells and carpet stores. We pass a gaudily lit establishment, Christie remarks on the signboard advertising ‘Girls, 24 hours a day.’ “Do you and Jake go to those kind of places often?”
“We used to. We haven’t been to one since you moved in with him,” I reply.
“Why do you like it?”
“Me? I don’t, not that much. Jake’s the guy who always wants to go.”
She thinks about it for a few moments. “I’d like to see what he finds in it,” she declares. “Can we go back there?”
“You sure?” I question. “It can get a little . . .” I search for the proper adjective, “. . . raunchy, I guess.”
“But a woman like me wouldn’t be accosted, would she?”
“No, not as long as you were with a guy.”
“Well, I’ve got you,” she decides. “Come on.”
At a stoplight I make a U-turn, and three minutes later the bouncer is letting us through the panel door, relieving me of five dollars in the process. “No cover for you, sweetie, it’s ladies night,” he says, pointing to the poster of events behind him. We turn a corner and enter the establishment. Quickly, I scan the crowd and realize that it’s early, only twelve or fifteen guys are in the dive. Four or five of them are gathered by a pool table in the corner, more interested in solids and stripes than the wriggling flesh on the stage in the middle of the room.
We find a table somewhat out of the way where we can observe the action, Christie takes in the horse-faced woman on the platform, now topless and playing with her g-string. A bikinied woman comes over, I order a scotch, Christie opts for vodka tonic. Now she’s full of a thousand questions. “Are these girls prostitutes? Do they make a lot of money? The guys seem to just sit there.”
As I answer her questions, the song ends and the girl on the stage is replaced by another and the announcement from the DJ, “Folks, put your hands together for the lovely Angela.” Christie watches intently as Angela, dressed as a construction worker, begins to gyrate and tease the few patrons. After the girl is down to bare boobs and panties, Christie asks another question.
“The signboard said last night was amateur night, what does that mean?”
“Oh, sometimes guys bring their girlfriends in and they get up on stage. Usually there’s a fifty dollar prize or something.”
I notice, even through her bra, that Christie’s nipples dilate at this suggestion, and wonder if she’s excited with the idea. “Did you and Jake ever bring your girlfriends to these places?”
“A few times. Once Jake got a girl he was with to go up on stage.”
On the dais Angela is down to her panties, and a customer slips a large bill between the fabric and skin. Angela gives him a big smile, and as the third song of the set begins she daringly pulls the elastic of the waistband further and further until, finally, the panties join the rest of her getup discarded on the stage, and Angela’s bush and labia are displayed for the few observers, including us.
As Angela trots off the platform, only to be supplanted by still another strumpet, Christie lets out a long sigh. She waves her empty glass at our waitress, and soon our drinks are refreshed. Christie observes while Angela steps from behind a curtain, now skimpily dressed, and goes to wait on one of the few customers. We have little to talk about now, and Christie watches the next stripper. I’m getting bored, Christie excuses herself explaining she has to powder her nose.
Ten or fifteen minutes later Christie’s not back yet, and I’m starting to get a little nervous. I wonder if maybe I should ask one of the dancers to check the restroom out, then hear the DJ announce, “Gents, we’ve got a very special event for you. We’ve got a very special lady for you – this is her very first time on the stage! Say hello to Christie!”
Christie ambles to the stage as a slow song starts, dressed in a man’s dress shirt with a tie, short skirt and high heels. Her hair is pulled back into a ponytail, and she’s clean and fresh compared to the other dancers. As she takes center post, she stops, as if she’s confused, then looks around, getting her bearings. Then she closes her eyes and begins to sway. For a full minute she stands there, grooving to her own rhythm, and I notice the conversation around the bar has stopped, no clink comes from the balls on the pool table. Only when she has the attention of every person in the hall does she begin to play with her tie, pulling on the end as if she’s going to unknot it. She’s playing with the crowd, and although her face is calm I know how excited she must be – the fabric of the shirt, as it droops over the curve of her breasts, is crinkled with the extension of her nipples. Finally, she pulls the tie off and unbuttons first the collar, then the top two buttons. By the time the first song is over, she’s exposed nothing more than her legs and a bit of skin below her neck, and hasn’t moved her feet from the spot she planted them at the beginning of the music.
Everyone in the room awaits her next revealment. A second song begins, a little faster than the first, and now Christie begins to stroll around the dance floor. Another button pops, and now the opening is large enough to expose the swell of her breasts. Facing directly towards me, she leans forward and I catch a glimpse of those perfect globes. She understands the power of this simple movement, and repeats it for a number of her other watchers. Soon she’s upright again, and now she’s playing with the waistband of her skirt. It seems to be almost an afterthought, and with little ado she steps out of the garment. Every man wishes to see the curve of her hips, but they are disappointed – the long tail of the dress shirt hides both her behind and front.
Exactly on cue, the second song blends into the third, a rhythmic tune with a good beat. Christie’s hands move back to the buttons of the shirt, and soon they’re all unfastened, clearly exposing the flesh between the mounds. She plays with the fabric, pulling it open a bit, enough to see the curvature, then closing it again, vexing her audience. Soon she advances, and hints of the aureoles are given. Now she takes the opportunity to play with the tail of the shirt, and glimpses of her wonderful arse ensue. It’s difficult to see if she’s wearing panties or not, then a string is seen above the crack, only two or three shades darker than her smooth skin. She stands facing away from me, then bends forward and simultaneously throws the fabric to the side, allowing me to see between her legs, the vagina hidden only by a small patch of cloth. Quickly she stands and pulls the shirt wide open, revealing to me and the other men those perfect, conic breasts. A catcall comes from someone, ‘take it off,’ and Christie obliges, throwing the shirt over her shoulder, and parading around the dance floor topless, her mound covered only by the slightest of g-strings. As the song winds to a close, she winks and blows me a kiss, and rambles back through the curtain to the dressing room.
The crowd is silent, mesmerized by the beauty, and the pause is broken by the DJ spouting, “Let’s hear it for Christie!” The applause and screams from the gallery is almost deafening, far outstripping the small crowd. Christie pokes her head out from the curtain to see the commotion, and the DJ, seizing the opportunity, quickly starts another song. Christie ducks back in, but now the call goes up: “More, more!!!” Not to disappoint her audience, Christie soon emerges, the white dress shirt left behind, and stands proudly, the points of her breasts hardened, acknowledging the cheers. As the music rises, she once more begins to gyrate, moving across the stage, and men reach across with green paper to stuff into her g-string, but she avoids them, not wishing to be touched. Moments later, she traipses back into the dressing ground, leaving the room stunned.
After the crowd begins to quiet, the DJ announces the next professional, and I feel bad for her; she is almost forgotten in the hubbub. Strangers come over and congratulate me for having such a great girl friend, and when I try to explain our relationship they fail to understand. Soon Christie joins me, fully dressed now, and the men try to talk to her, buy her a drink, but she refuses and says to me, “Let’s get out of here.”
I follow her to the car, and I can tell she’s still high from the experience. “Did you see me, Derek? It was great!” We drive back to the island, talking about the experience. She wants to know what I saw, to tell me about what it felt like.
After we enter the apartment she drags me to the couch and sits facing me. “Okay, it’s time to pay off.”
“What do you mean?” I ask, innocently, knowing full well what she wants. “You weren’t naked up there tonight – you had that g-string on.”
“Oh, yeah? Well what about last night? Are you going to claim I had earrings on or something?”
“I never got to see the good part,” I complain. “Jake’s head was right where I wanted to see.”
She ponders this for a moment, then apparently decides not to make an issue of it. “Okay,” she agrees, then stands and quickly pulls her blouse over her head and drops the shorts to the rug. All that’s covering her most private parts is a frilly bra and the minuscule thong as she approaches the stereo and puts on dance music. Smiling, she begins to gyrate as she did in the strip joint, and within a minute her hands flip behind her back, unleashing the décolleté, and with little ado the skimpy garment joins it’s discarded fellows. Now she’s prancing across the floor in front of me, playing with the elastic band of her g-string, drooping first the left side, then the right, and then her back is turned to me, the panties are drooped until the most beautiful butt is exposed to my view. Twisting, she faces me again, and watching me intently, she quickly and gracefully steps out of the panties, exposing the bush I knew was there, the fine yellow curls masking a protruding Venus’ mound.
“This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” she asks, standing on one leg, a lanky thigh just disguising the portal between the extended legs.
“Yes,” I agree, even though I know I’d love to have the entire vagina exposed. But even in this state of excitement I realize that’s way too much to ask.
“Okay, then, it’s your turn to give it up.”
I tear my eyes from her frame and catch her eye. Her stare announces it’s not a joke, she wants me to fulfill the bargain we jokingly made. When I hesitate, she seduces me with just one word, “Please?”
She sits on the couch, crouched against one arm, and arranges her legs so I have no hope of catching the faintest glimpse of the pinkness. I stand and quickly shuck my shirt and trousers, then pull my boxers off. I’m as naked as she is now, and my pecker stands straight from my body, as hard as it’s ever been.
I recline on the other end of the sofa, facing her, and ask, “You really want to see me jerk off?”
“Yes,” she huskily replies, “yes.”
I’ve been masturbating now for going on fifteen years, and I’m an expert at it. Usually, I visualize a woman, any woman, and what I’m doing to her, but this time I simply gaze at Christie, at her long legs, the throat, those perfect globes and below the waist her curl of hair, and I don’t need to pretend. Spitting into my left hand for a bit of lubrication, I stroke the head of my penis with my palm while my right hand toys with my balls. Christie’s eyes are fixed on my gonads, and soon her hand creeps down to her netherland, and she spreads her legs, allowing me a complete view of the wondrous pussy. I can see how moist it is and one of her fingers exposes the coral clitoris. This is too much for me, and my strokes quickly bring the seminal liquid to the surface. The juice spurts from the tip, nearly a foot into the air. The next gush is lessened, and within ten or twelve swipes, I’m simply dribbling.
Christie’s still fondling herself, but all the while she’s been watching me carefully. “Beautiful,” she murmurs, then stretches her legs further open until I can see everything, the stunning double folds of skin surrounding the moist tunnel that I want so much to penetrate with a finger, a tongue, or, dream of dreams, my manhood. As her index finger coaxes the button, the middle finger immerses itself inside the vagina. Her other hand goes to a breast and titillates a nipple. As her head droops back onto the pillow, I realize she’s going to allow herself to come while I gawk. Her breath is exploding from her lungs in short pants, then I hear a low rhythmic moaning, “Oh, oh, oh, oh.” I watch as her entire body takes on a roseate glow. It is easily the most erotic episode of my life. I want to help her, to be a part of her reveling, and I place a hand on her ankle, but she pulls her leg away from me – it’s obvious my assistance isn’t desired.
After she completes her orgasm, she looks at me and smiles. “That was beautiful,” she confides, and I’m unsure as to how to end, or continue, the encounter. But I’m saved the embarrassment – Christie stands up shakily, takes one last look at my semen covered midriff, mouths “I wish” wistfully, then plods to her bedroom, brushing my face with her hand longingly. I’m not sure if I should follow until I hear the door close and the click of a lock.
And so, I realize, it’s time for me to go to my bed and sleep, should that be possible.
I’m having a dream in which a beautiful woman is cuddled against me and stroking my manliness, and then I awaken enough to realize it’s not a dream, Christie is beside me, holding me. I know I’m fully erect, and Christie pushes me back and straddles me, mounts me. I’m entirely inside her, and when I press a palm to her breast she clasps it, cherishing the caress. Quickly she’s moaning in her sudden climax, and just as quickly I’m coming, my juices mingling with hers. Without words, she understands my needs and presses her pelvic bone hard against mine, allowing for the ultimate fury. She controls the motion, and I allow her to dominate the act of love. Even after I finish, she continues to gyrate in orgasm, and I hold the wisp of a waist, helping her to move, to inflame.
When the passion is consummated, she simply leans forward, her chest on mine, and we snuggle. I feel our pounding heartbeats calm, and soon I hear the soft sounds of her heavy breathing indicating her loss of consciousness, and minutes before I, too, drift off I feel my softness slip from her silky passage.
The sunlight streams through the window as I rouse, and the first vision I have is of Christie’s sapphire eyes looking at me, watching me awaken. Her smile immediately brightens my day, and I hear her say, “I couldn’t stop myself. Do you mind?”
“Of course not,” I say, and mean, and I clutch her to me, sensing our flesh converge. For an hour or more we make love in spurts, first I on top of her, then again, she on top of me, then hunger and thirst drive us to the kitchen, and she sits on my lap, feeding me fruits, sucking juices from my mouth with her kisses. She pulls me to the couch, and again we share our bodies.
Afterwards, we discern the day is passing and we need to pack for the trip home. And it is at that point, when we are showered and clothes again hide our beautiful bodies from each other’s stare, that shyness begins to settle in. Christie is more subdued now, less likely to embrace or caress me.
On the drive to the airport, she smiles at me as if recollecting the passion, but the intimacy we shared for a few wondrous hours dissipates. On the flight to Atlanta she sits beside me yet few words pass between us.
As we wait for the plane to depart Hartsfield, she sighs heavily and confesses, “We shouldn’t have done that. It was my fault, of course, I never should have let it go so far. I wonder what will happen when Jake finds out?”
“You’re not going to tell him, are you?”
“I have to,” she seriously declares, “it wouldn’t be fair to him not to know what I’ve done.”
“But . . .” I start, then stop. I want to tell her not to, I want to explain it’s not necessary, and I want to ask her to leave Jake, to come with me. But I haven’t the nerve to ask for even the smallest boon.
We’re separated on the full flight, she sitting in the front rows, I near the back pressed against a window, watching the evening gloaming from thirty-five thousand feet, wondering just how my life has changed. When the aircraft approaches the jetway and the two bells alarm us to the arrival, I barely glimpse the blonde ponytail depart long moments before my chance looms.
When at last I’m freed from the tunnel, I lumber through the terminal. Occasionally I spy Christie through the crowd, her hair swishing first left, then right, her rump following suit. She’s nearly jogging, and I know there’s no chance I’ll catch her in the crowd. I lose her as she passes the metal detectors and I trail her down the escalators to the baggage claim. And then I see her, poised next to my best friend, perhaps my newest enemy. Christie droops her head in shame, and Jake grimaces. I realize he now knows of the treachery.
He catches my approach, points his finger at me and crooks it, bidding me to approach. As I gravely draw near, ready to confess my sins, I’m shocked to detect the silver tones of Christie’s giggles and Jake’s joyful cry of, “Happy Birthday, Bud!”
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Experiencing yet another loss of "virginity" in our sexual exploration...
Our prior story tells of how we lost our initial virginity into the world of heavy petting encouraged by our friends that married about five months ahead of our wedding.
Our wedding was very minimal with only a few close friends attending a private ceremony. It was the late 60’s and we were absolutely living on love without much of a budget. We will still waiting for the Navy to provide an active duty date for Gene. Employment for Gene was at minimum wage as no one would hire someone for better money when that person would be literally shipped out at a moment’s notice.
We worked hard and were able to rent half of shotgun-duplex home. Essentially the house had been divided into two equal halves. The common wall ran from the front of the house to the rear. The living room was only separated by an arch and the kitchen had no separation. The bathroom was along the common wall and it had a hanging curtain over the archway between the bedroom and it. The kitchen sink and the bathroom sink, toilet, and tub shared a common wall. Each half was identical.
This 1940’s duplex had zero insulation, no air conditioning, and no sound insulation between the halves. Soon after we moved in, another couple (they were old…they must have been at least 23 or so) became our neighbors. We never saw them much but we certainly could hear and feel them. Our headboards were up against the same common wall and we could hear their sounds of lovemaking in the next room. On Friday nights and Saturday nights, they seemed to be in a marathon. They became so vigorous that we had to move our box springs/mattress away from the wall to not feel the bumps emanating from the thrusting that their bed pounded into the common wall.
“Wow, listen to them go,” said Gene lightly as the neighbors were starting to groan, “sounds like they are really having fun.”
“Shhhh,” shushed Nancy, “they might hear you talking about them. Yeah, it does sound like they are both getting pretty hot.”
“Might as well join in the fun,” teased Gene as he began to caress his new bride, “I doubt they will hear us.”
Nancy was hesitant and she didn’t want to be heard from the neighbors but Gene’s hands and his kisses were more enticing than here concern. She relaxed and acquiesced to the sensations that her body was feeling and gave over to enjoying her husband’s delightful attention.
The wife in the next apartment was groaning loudly and yelling for her husband to “fuck me, fuck me.” Her husband was making a guttural deep voiced sound that seemed to spur his wife on and the rhythm of their headboard was moving a steady slow pace.
Nancy was ready for Gene to enter her and whispered, “stick it in, I want to feel you now” to Gene. Gene pulled back from stroking Nancy’s pussy and rolled up on his knees while Nancy spread her legs. Gene positioned himself between her legs and began to stroke his cock across Nancy’s mound, when Nancy said, “Gimme, gimme, gimme.”
Nancy took hold of Gene’s cock and stroked the pre-cum from its fountain head lubricating his cock and then placed the tip at the entrance to her wet pussy. Gene slowly added pressure and eased into her canal listening to his wife moan with delight.
They began a slow rhythm of Gene stroking once, twice, then resting bottomed out, when repeating. All the time, Gene was holding his upper body above Nancy as he would lean down and suck her nipples or kiss her neck. Still the noise from next door continued unrelenting.
It was getting louder and becoming a little intoxicating to Nancy’s pussy. The sounds of the couple next door making love as giving her a reaction she did not expect.
She was enjoying the circumstance, and she was imagining what it looked like. I can’t have that type of reaction, she panicked in her thoughts, Gene might think me wrong for becoming excited at the sounds.
“Sounds like the neighbors are in bed with us,” she grunted as Gene began to increase his rhythm.
“Um hmm, yeah okay,” replied Gene.
It was his a combination of his response and his quickening of his pace that caused the next comment from Nancy. “You like the sound of them fucking?” Nancy asked as she rose her mound up to meet Gene’s thrust.
Suddenly, Gene stopped thrusting, with his cock fully impaled into his wife looking into her eyes. “I think you like hearing them and are getting turned on by the fact that we are all screwing our brains out at the same time. I don’t need them to enjoy us, but does seem to let us have some neat background music,” he grinned then gave her two quick strokes, stopping to hear her reply.
“So, you aren’t disappointed in me imagining what they, or even we, look like fucking?” she asked as she rocked her pussy long his hard cock.
“Not at all, it sort of makes me hornier to hear them and to hear us sound off with them, agreed,” he responded and began to thrust Nancy’s pussy,
“Oh yes, yes it’s nice, oh, oh, oh, ummmm.”
They were now both in a steady rhythm and were matching their next door neighbors until the wife next door began to shout, “Oh gawd, oh gawd, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, give me that uh, uh, uh,…”
She began to scream out a wailing pitch that seemed to come up from a very low octave and quickly hit a high soprano, “ohhhh, ayyyyyyye,.” Her screams came out as a series of high pitched sounds that sounded like the word “HI” that was heard in fully sync of their headboard hitting the adjacent wall. It seemed like the wife next door was roiling along into a next series of the same low pitch to high pitched sounds again while the husband was continuing to pound their headboard into the neighboring wall.
The combination of hearing their neighbors reach closer to their sexual bliss drove Nancy and Gene towards losing their inhibition. Nancy was close to her orgasm and starting driving her pelvis up to meet Gene’s. She had pulled him down fiercely onto her and wrapped her legs around is to pull him deeper. She began grunting deeply match Gene’s own grunts, but hers change to “oh, oh, oh, oh, more, more, faster, faster, deeper, deeper.”
She did not realized just how loud she was becoming as she screamed for Gene saying, “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me.” She was in a sisterhood with the wife next door with both of them commanding their husbands to fuck them and rewarding her basic instincts with the release of sounds coming from them for which not civility was required. It was though they were in the same room and the same bed both enjoying their mates to the fullest without regard to the other couple.
Gene was quickly losing the battle to forestall cumming as hearing the other couple sound off was already a strong pull on his sexual arousal. Nancy’s willingness to engage in the fantasy that the neighbors sounded like they were in bed with them coupled with a markedly increased ramp up of her sexual responses, had his head swirling and his cock about to explode.
Listening to the neighbors crescendo of the lady’s first orgasm, then the second joined with Nancy’s reaction forced Gene to begin to lose his battle with holding off his cumming. “Ahhhhh, shittttt, ahhhhhh, ohhhhh” screamed Gene as Nancy was screaming “ Yes, Yes, Yes, Yes" then almost a scream so high it could break glass.
Gene continued to pump Nancy and could feel his cum pumping out of his balls. He spread his legs outside of Nancy and scissor moved hers together then rolled her on top of him while still solidly inside here pussy. They laid there for several minutes in that position until his flaccid cock would no longer remain.
Nancy straddle him with her hot pussy resting on his mound. She began making contractions to expel some of his semen from her pussy coating his pubic region. She moved slightly up on his body so she could reach behind herself and take hold of his limp cock coating it with semen from her pussy and gently stroking his now semi-hard cock.
This was a tactic she used to get a second round out of Gene. But tonight it became a little different when she asked, “Wonder if the neighbors use this technique?” She felt a twinge in his cock. “Oh, are you thinking about the lady next door doing this to her husband?” she asked softly.
Gene reached down and took some of the semen moisture leading from Nancy’s pussy spreading it across Nancy’s nipples. “Maybe the husband next door is doing this to his wife,” as he circled her nipples tenderly.
“Mmmmm, well if he doesn’t then you should tell him,” she offered. “Do you think her nipples are as sensitive as mine” she continued, “or would you like to find out?” Gene’s cock was beginning to get more rigid. “Oh, I think you would,” purred Nancy.
Gene said, “I think you would just like to see if you could get his cock hard like you are doing to me. And you’re doing a great job.”
Without a hint, Nancy quickly jumped off the bed yelling at Gene to get out of bed. Gene was bewildered, had he gone to far playing the game of fantasy with Nancy. Cum was dripping out of her pussy as she went to the foot of the bed and commanded, “Come here, help me.”
“Help me push this bed right up against the wall,” she directed. He jumped to the foot of the bed with his cock quickly deflating and shoved the bed up against the wall. “Guess we’re done fucking,” Gene commented.
“Oh no, I’m going to fuck your brains out and I don’t care if they hear or feel us. Why should we care, they don’t and now you and I are both having a teasing conversation about how they might feel us up. That was really relaxing.”
They climbed back into the love bed and started their ritualistic fondling. “You know, that when I wondered out loud if neighbors played like we do, you started getting harder earlier than before,” she observed.
“I guess I did, but you seemed to be tweaked as well and I suspect that there have been other times when one or both of us thought about what someone else looked or sounded like,” replied Gene.
Nancy replied, “I think I discovered something tonight, It feels sort of naughty-nice to think about the other couple knowing that this is all we’re doing…just thinking. I like it when I can say things that make you get hard or just plain respond and I love it that you really respond to my screams of passion when you get me going. So, if listening to the other couple or maybe evening thinking of how they are fucking gets us really hot and bothered, then I’m okay with that.”
Gene looked at her as they were mutually stroking each other and carefully formulated his response. “I love you, I will always want you for my life mate and I am constantly amazed at how special it is to have you in my life. Yes, I agree that the titillation of sounds and imagined sights add to our lovemaking and I think we are growing closer as we grow old together in this life. But, really, do you think his cock feels like this?” he grinned as his now fully hard cock was in her hands.
Smiling back, “For her sake, I hope it is as good as this one.” She rolled onto her back and spread her legs inviting his re-hardened cock into her pussy.
Gene entered her easily with his cum already coating her pussy canal. “So, shall we fuck them instead of us this round, he asked as he began moving in and out of her.”
“Come on in for some sloppy seconds and fuck the neighbors good and loud,” panted Nancy. “Fuck me neighbor, fuck me neighbor,” she begged.
“Gawd you have a great pussy neighbor, shouted Gene as he thrusted deeply, quickly, and hard into his wife imagining they were fucking their neighbors.
Nancy’s mind was reeling, she was imagining the husband next door’s cock fucking her, and she was already cresting towards an orgasm. It didn’t matter to her that she was fornicating with someone other than her husband in her mind and especially since she knew her husband was doing the same. She just wanted to release and, soon she did yelling, “fuck the neighbor, fuck the neighbor, that’s it, do it, go, go, go” followed by her first wave of pulsing contractions around that cock, that familiar yet now strange cock.
Gene had much more stamina this second round and knew that Nancy had already come but, he was not yet ready. He pulled out of her and quickly rolled her to her stomach pulling her up on her knees. His first attempt to insert into her hit her rosebud but then went down to her pussy. Nancy pulled a pillow up under her chest to give her support as she pushed back into his cock yelling, “fuck me, fuck you neighbor.” Nancy grabbed the headboard vertical bars to keep her head from hitting the headboard, and each time Gene thrusted into her she felt the headboard bang onto the wall separating them from their neighbors.
Gene was as hard as he had ever been and, between Nancy’s lubricated pussy coupled with the cum from earlier, he had ample lubrication. He reached down and played with Nancy’s clitoris. Her pussy was leaking cum and fluid which he used then as a lube to rub on Nancy’s rosebud. He started easing his fingertip into her rosebud which caused Nancy to push back harder onto his finger.
“Your neighbor is finger fucking your ass,” he shouted.
Her reply was, “Yes, yes, yes,” as she increased her thrusting tempo.
Nancy lost it and pushed hard against his finger, screaming, “I’m going to cum all over you neighbor,” and then began squirting fluids around Gene’s cock. This was a new experience and she didn’t care…it came from deep inside her.
Gene couldn’t hold it back as he felt the sensation of his cock riding into her love canal while his finger was pressed between the rosebud and the membrane that separated the two. He erupted into a level of cumming that he had never felt before. He was imaging that it was the neighbor’s pussy that he was fucking. It was extremely sensational yet seemed to pull fluids from deep within him as he grunted loudly, “Oh neighbor, oh neighbor...”.
The both collapsed and rolled over onto their backs.
The bed was wet with their fluids and they were well exhausted when they heard a knock on the wall followed by a very loud, “Thank you" and what seemed like applause.”
“Oh shit,” said Nancy, “what did we start?”
“Probably nothing,” Gene replied. “I think we just lost another level of virginity.”
They drifted off to sleep only to be awakened by the headboard banging against the wall once again the neighbors reaching a climax yelling, “fuck the neighbor.”
Before anything ever happened between the neighbors, Gene and Nancy moved courtesy of a military transfer.
The did however continue to imagine fucking other couples and eventually actually did.
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Marylin
By CecilBCK, in Exhibitionist & Voyeur,
Both of us were in our early forties and were in good physical condition. We had often fantasized while having sex about another women watching us in bed.
The other woman could sit on a chair and watch us, talk and comment as much as she liked, preferably become extremely turned on, but she would not be allowed to participate.
One Friday night one of Marylin’s female friends joined us for dinner in our city apartment. Good food, even better wine and stimulating conversation, which towards the end of the second bottle, turned to sex and in particular our sex life.
Marylin took great delight in telling her friend, not for the first time I suspect, how she especially liked me to fuck her.
The first step involved Marylin dressing in nothing more than perfume, high heels and a g-string to highlight her brilliant arse, and getting me as hard as a rock using a range of foreplay and techniques which included a mouth full of ice among other equally erotic methods.
When Marylin had me almost fully aroused she would then insist upon me kissing and licking the cheeks of her glorious arse as she stood with her legs apart and arms raised with one of her hands resting on a wall and the other grasping and measuring my cock until in her words “You are rock hard and ready to fuck me really good.”
Marylin seemed a little agitated as she recounted to her friend with a knowing smile, “He has a rather pretty and big, thick cock you know.” Her words arousing me as I watched Marylin’s friends obvious mental turn-on.
With that Marylin disappeared into the bathroom in our bedroom and I thought that was the end of that particular conversation.
Marylin’s friend and I switched the conversation to far more mundane and arcane matters and we began to wonder what had happened to Marylin.
In due course Marylin reappeared from the bathroom and it became obvious why she had been gone so long.
Wearing a very confident smile, high heels and nothing else other than a g-string Marylin slowly walked back into the room, smiling and switching eye contact between her friend and me.
Emboldened by the wine and without saying a word Marylin approached and kissed her friend long and hard while she was she was still seated at the dinner table, at the same time looking out of the corner of her eye at me and enjoying the obvious effect her kiss was having on me.
Marylin then turned her attention to me and tongue kissed me with a passion that I never experienced from her before. But then, no one had ever watched her kiss me before while she was wearing nothing but high heels and a g-string.
Her friend’s smile indicated that she was not in the least uncomfortable with what was happening in front of her as I returned Marylin’s passion and felt my erection straining under my clothes.
Marylin took me by the hand and still without saying a single word she stood with her legs apart and two hands on the wall and indicated for me to lick and kiss her glorious arse as her friend watched fascinated.
“Show my friend just how pretty your big thick cock is,” were the first words Marylin had spoken since she had come back from the bathroom as she turned and started pulling at my clothes.
In no time Marylin had her wish and her friend seemed to be beaming her tacit approval as Marylin took one hand of each of us and led us into the bedroom.
“Well, is his cock as good as I have been telling you?” Marylin asked as we walked to the bedroom.
“I am most impressed,” was the strained response.
“Sit there and you can watch,” Marylin instructed her friend as she indicated a chair a short distance from the bed and led me to the bed.
“Take my g-string off and fuck me from behind while my friend watches. Show her what you can do,” Marylin instructed as she laid on the bed directly facing her friend with my rock hard cock in her hand.
Always eager to please I assumed my position and took one of Marylin’s glorious arse cheeks in each hand as I slowly thrust into her from behind and watched the reaction from her friend.
“Is he really hard and thick Marylin?”
“Extremely.”
“Is he right up you?”
“Not yet. Come on fuck me harder.”
“Is he a good fuck?”
“The best. Come on, fuck me harder.”
“I love the sound of him slapping into your arse cheeks.”
“Good. Fuck me harder. Harder.”
“You two are really turning me on.”
“Harder. Harder. Give it to me.”
“I always wanted to watch him fucking you Marylin.”
“Do you like hearing him slapping against my arse?”
“I am so turned on.”
“Not as turned on as me. Watching you, watching me being fucked like this this is heaven. "Harder. Faster. "Push me over the top.”
“Are you getting close?”
“Very close. Show her how good you really are. Harder. Faster. Give it to me.”
The timbre in the voice of Marylin’s friend indicated that she was as turned on as both of us were and we feel sure that the three of us had simultaneous orgasms.
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Pammie
By CecilBCK, in Exhibitionist & Voyeur,
He was hot and sweaty after being on the run all day and decided to shower before greeting his wife and swapping news of the week's activities. As he soaped himself under the shower he realized how horny he suddenly felt. Nothing like a week’s abstinence to lift the libido he thought as he felt his tumescence under the thin layer of soap. The night was still hot and after he quickly dried himself he walked naked into the bedroom to greet his wife.
She glanced up and smiled at him and he felt sure her eyes were admiring his slightly tumescent penis as she waved with her free hand. “Hi darl. Won’t be long. Just talking to Pammie on the phone and comparing notes.”
Some notes with Pammie he thought as he slid under the sheet alongside his wife. From what he knew of Pammie she was as close as one could get to being a nymphomaniac without actually being one. His wife was always telling him of Pammie’s latest conquest with her newest man.
As he settled under the sheet, with her back towards him, he could see that his wife was wearing a short nightie which barely covered her 43 inch hips, and which left her long ham-thighed legs uncovered. She showed no signs of ending her phone conversation as he ran his hands up and down the length of her leg a few times. Doe’s she want to play games he thought, or is she in one of her difficult moods again?
To find out he started lifting her nightie up over her head, leaving the twin orbs of her glorious arse exposed to his gaze. As the nightie came to her neck she wriggled and juggled the phone from one hand to the other so that he could remove the nightie completely. Even then she kept talking on the phone without missing a beat or acknowledging his presence to Pammie on the other end.
He cupped the twin orbs of her arse one in each hand and started to lick each one in turn, at the same time feeling his tumescence turning into a roaring erection.
Was he mistaken or was his wife's voice starting to quaver just a little as she spoke to Pammie? Just keep playing the game he thought as he kept licking her arse and getting even harder and bigger.
Still not a word spoken between them since her initial greeting. He reached for a bottle of oil kept at the side of their bed for similar occasions to this and filled his hands with it and started to slowly stroke it over her thighs and then smear and kneaded the oil sensuously over her ripe cheeks which were still wet from his kisses.
“Guess what Pammie? My husband is anointing the cheeks of my big arse with oil.”
Her voice definitely had a quaver in it now. He used one hand to rub the remaining oil into her cheeks as his other hand slowly parted her legs and found her wet spot at the top of her legs.
All of a sudden he could hear Pammie's voice for the first time since he came into bed. Was Pammie suddenly aware of his wife’s excitement and what he desperately wanted to do to her.
“His hands are all over me and I can feel his erection straining against me Pammie. God he’s hard Pammie. I can hardly get my hand around it. Want to hear all about it Pammie? Thought you would.”
His wife’s voice had a definite tremor to it now and he wondered how much of her obvious turn-on was his doing and how much of it was having a female third person being given a description of their intimacy.
“Wish I had a ruler here Pammie. I swear this is the biggest he’s ever been. He’s starting to slide his cock into me from behind. He’s holding one cheek of my arse in each of his hands at the same time. God he’s hard. He’s getting serious now. Right up me. Right up me. Right up me. Any further and I ... God that's good.
He’s sliding his whole length in and out. Slowly. And teasing me. Driving me crazy. Still there Pammie? Turned on? Thought so. Now he’s starting to slam into me. Can you hear him slapping against my arse? God he wants it tonight. So do I. Fantastic. I can hardly hold the phone any more. He’s rolling me over onto my back now. God I’m wet. Sliding himself back into me. Right up me.”
He was sure he could hear Pammie having an orgasm at the other end of the phone from his new position as he slid in and out of his wife's embrace.
When he was near his climax he turned his wife over on her side again and entered her from behind and clenched both of the outsized cheeks of her magnificent arse as he pummelled into her.
“I’m putting the phone down on the bed Pammie. I want you to here him slamming and pummeling into me.” And he slammed harder still so Pammie could hear him.
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I had to go away on business which was normal except this time we had some tickets to a show that my wife was really looking forward to seeing. I made arrangements for my buddy Greg to take my wife and she was very happy to be going. Greg was a single guy and came over often during baseball season so my wife was very comfortable with him. I spoke to Judy about an hour before she was leaving to Greg’s place. He lived much closer to the theater so it was decided she would meet him there to change and take one car. It was also decided they would eat at a restaurant walking distance to the theater because the valet parking at the restaurant would hold the car for free. Greg sent me many texts teasing me about how he was going on a full date with my wife.
I had dinner at the hotel restaurant before returning to my room to work. While I was waiting for my food, I got a text from my wife with the caption “having a wonderful dinner date” and it included a picture of the two of them sitting very close together that must have been taken by their server. My wife was wearing my favorite black dress and showed lots of cleavage. I responded with “your dinner date gets full cleavage, nice for him” and that was followed shortly with “he is buying dinner, he should get something”.
I was in my room working when I got the next text. Judy said the show was awesome and they were going back to the restaurant for a drink and to get the car. Ninety minutes later I got a text saying they got back to his place and she was going to change and head home. She asked if I would still be up when she got home because she wanted to chat. As I was typing my response, I got a picture from Greg of Judy standing there in her dress looking at her phone. I changed my response to “That is a great picture that you let Greg take.” Judy responded, “I didn’t let him, he just took them.” He sent me two more that were similar except in the last one I could see two glasses of wine and Judy was posing. He sent a message with them that said “I told her I sent the picture to you to make you jealous. She laughed and said you should have never let us go on this date.” I didn’t respond right away and I soon I got another picture of Judy facing away from Greg as she looked over her shoulder at the camera.” This was followed by a similar one but she was hiking her skirt and she was laughing. I didn’t know how to respond until I got a message from Judy that said, “What do you think?” I responded, “The one with your dress hiked is very sexy. His idea or yours?” She responded, “His idea. He was pushing for more. Changing in the washroom now.” I asked “What are you changing into?” and she said “do you want a picture? Ha ha ha”. I waited for a moment then sent back “yes. lots.”
About ten minutes later, I got another picture from Greg and it was Judy standing in the kitchen sipping her wine wearing a blouse and jeans, looking all proper. There were two more candid shots and both of them had Judy looking at the camera talking. I figured it was Greg trying to convince her to let him take more pictures. I was totally distracted by the messages and stopped working. Greg sent a picture of Judy looking at the camera with her blouse untucked and a few buttons undone, giving a hint of her black bra. Over the next ten minutes a few select pictures came in with the last one of Judy standing in her jeans facing Greg holding an almost empty wine glass without her blouse. Greg added “OMG she is hot. Never expected this.” I responded with “It is almost like a real date when you buy someone dinner and drinks. Haahaahaa.”
There was nothing for a few minutes and I got a picture of Judy in the kitchen still in her jeans and her bra eating something with a full wine glass next to her on the counter. When nothing came for ten minutes, I figured it was over but then I got a picture of Judy looking at the camera smiling with her hands on her jeans buttons. Three pictures later Judy was without her jeans. The last picture was her facing away from the camera showing her thong that she wore so there would be no lines with her dress. I sent a message to Judy saying “you look great. Your pictures are making me horny.” I didn’t expect her to respond because she didn’t have her phone in the pictures but a few moments later she replied “I made him take his pants off if he wanted me to take my pants off. He is also excited.” I responded with “not surprised. Are you horny?” She didn’t respond right away and said “yes, drunk and horny. He is in the washroom now. He told me he would sleep on the sofa when he poured us more wine.”
I was about to respond when I got a text from Greg that said, “Don’t worry, your wife won't drive home tonight.” I sent back “Good to know. Is she sleeping on the sofa or are you going to share your bed?” A few seconds later he replied, “do you mean give her my bed or sleep with her?” Instantly I sent back, “Either is fine.” I then sent a response to Judy saying “how horny are you? Are you horny enough that you want him to make you orgasm?” There was a delay then I received, “OMG, are you serious? I am drunk and very horny.” I didn’t respond.
About five minutes later I got another picture of Judy standing there in her bra and thong sipping wine. The next one she was facing away from the camera unclipping her bra followed by a picture of her facing the camera covering her tits with her hands then uncovered. The last one Greg sent was her in a full-frontal nude.
Nothing happened for a few minutes then my laptop rang. Judy had started Skype video. The image was blurry and moving all over the place at first until it settled on the sofa. Judy put her finger to her lips and then went away. For a long time, nothing happened until Judy sat down on the sofa wearing her blouse. She played with the TV remote. I got a text on my phone from Greg saying “We are done taking pictures. We are going to watch a little TV. I still don’t know what you meant by your last message.” I didn’t respond and three minutes later I watched Greg sit next to Judy with only boxers on. I could hear them talking but the TV was louder. Judy stood up and left and a few moments later she returned with her wine. When she sat down, she was closer to Greg. They chatted for a few moments and then Greg got up and returned with his camera. They took a selfie with their heads together and a few seconds later it popped up on my phone. I didn’t respond and it was obvious they were waiting for the response. When it didn’t come, Judy opened her top a little and they sent another picture. Judy took a sip of her wine and then leaned forward and put it on the table. When she sat back, Greg leaned over and kissed her and put his hand under her blouse. She turned and accepted his attention. He leaned her back a little and started kissing her tit. It wasn’t long before they were both naked and she laid down on the sofa and he was on top of her with her legs around him. I watched him slowly pump her as I started to play with my hard cock. It wasn’t long before he came and I came.
He got up and left and Judy stood in front of her phone, blew me a kiss and turned off the TV then the Skype video. I didn’t hear from them the until the next morning.
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So for the Fourth of July festivities, our friends invited us and two other couples out on their boat to watch the fireworks. Our plans were that we all would pack a cooler with picnic food to share and a second cooler with drinks. We all met up around noon at the boat dock in our small town. A lot of people usually go out on the river to see the fireworks show, so we decided to meet early to beat the crowd.
About quarter after twelve, John pulled in with the boat. The guys loaded all of the coolers and all of our other belongings onto the boat. Us ladies all ran up to the restrooms to pee before leaving. Our plans were to head up river to a small island, and stop and picnic. This particular island was a quite popular place to hang out. Usually there was good bit of people to party with. This year was no different, in fact this year was the most crowded I've ever seen. We docked, unloaded our coolers, found our spot and began to drink and party. We usually stay there for the whole day and get back in the river about nine. This year was different... About 7:30 the River Patrol pulled up to the island and made everyone vacate the premises. We had to pack up our things quickly and get out. Leaving us no time to pee before we left.
Ok, so now it's only 7:30, the fireworks aren't going to start until a little after dusk which is probably around 9:30 or so. Here we are, been drinking all day, stuck floating around in the river, and no where to go pee. And you know what?.... For some odd reason, the more you need to pee, the thirstier you become. Not sure if that happens with everyone, but it sure seems to be the case with ladies on the boat with me. The four of us are sitting on the bench seat in the back of the boat just laughing and giggling about our situation at the moment, but I'm not sure how long until we are no longer laughing and giggling. The guys decide that we should take a little run up river since we have about two hours to kill.
Well... You know how guys are, they get crazy sometimes. It wasn't bad enough that us ladies have to pee, they decide to go speed demon up the river. Causing cold ass river water to splash all over us. I don't know about anyone else, but being cold and wet only intensifies the urge to pee. Now the other girls are starting to get a little nervous about the situation. I, of course am not stressing about it a bit. I keep looking up at my husband to see if he is noticing the situation. Of course he is too busy horsing around with the guys and doesn't have a clue. I decide to secretly send him a text to make him aware. I also suggest to him to try to sneak some pictures and videos.
Now that I have his attention.... I'm going to have a little fun with this. Even though I really have to pee bad too, I grab us girls another cold one from the coolers. We continue talking, laughing and goofing off. My husband asks if he can have a turn driving the boat. John says of course and trades him seats. My husband is no rookie when it comes to driving a boat, he knew what he was doing the whole time. He turned us around and headed back up river, knowing that our waves from earlier were probably still there. Instead of missing them, he intentionally cut right through them. Well,.... When you go back over top of waves, it's very very bouncy and bumpy. The bumps definitely were intensifying everyone's urge to pee. The girls were now becoming quite desperate.
Just then my husband, by the way his name is Cliff, had the greatest idea. He announced to everyone how cool he thought that was and he wanted to do it again so he could video it. Wow... I was impressed with his quick thinking!! So once again, he turns around and heads up river. Only this time the waves are much bigger and choppier. The bounces and bumps were a lot rougher. With each bounce, you could hear some squeals from the girls as they were trying to keep control and not piss themselves. As we traveled down the river, hitting every bump, we all were holding onto one another, and squirming and wiggling all around in our seats.
Finally after about 5 minutes, Cliff was at the end of the choppy waters. He asked us if we had to pee or something because he noticed us squirming. We all sighed and answered YES!! He pulled the boat over into calm water in a secluded area and dropped the anchor. Then he said... "Well ladies... I can't get you to shore, but you guys can pee off the side of the boat."
With having to pee so bad, we definitely are game for his idea. Two of us take one side, and the other two take the other side. We all drop our shorts and panties and hang our asses over the edge. As soon as we had our asses over the edge, our hot pent up golden liquid began to gush out. All you could hear was the hissing of our piss spurting out and the sighs and moans of us feeling that sweet relief. I glanced up at the guys to see their reaction. I knew that my husband would be enjoying it, but I was surprised to see that the other guys were also enjoying it. And guess what?... Remember Cliff was videoing his river run? Well he never turned the camera off!! So we got the whole scene on video.
We headed back out into the river enjoyed a few more drinks and watched the fireworks. As we sat there, we made a few comments about the ordeal trying to figure out whether or not anyone in the group would be interested in playing out another scenario... We didn't get a definite vibe, but we got some little vibes to maybe bring up sometime later. So.... Until we figure them out, I hope you enjoyed the story and I hope to have another one for you soon!!
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Girl Talk
By HotelBob, in Exhibitionist & Voyeur,
They were talking a lot about their sex lives - women do that, I think, a lot more than their men expect, and a lot more candidly - and I'm happy to say that all four of them were fully satisfied, getting all they wanted and enjoying it all. No complaints there. How lucky are those four and their men?
When they got to discussing specifics my wife volunteered two things about us: first that we like to vacation at clothing-optional beach resorts. Not to have sex with other people (though we've always seen a lot of that going on) but for the thrill of being naked and of having sex out in the open. Enjoying watching and being watched.
The other thing she volunteered what that she was almost entirely in charge of our sex life. She liked being the one who initiated lovemaking and how we did it. In my work life I'm in charge of things and give a lot of orders to other people. So for me it is relaxing and enjoyable to have my wife take the lead at home. There was no teasing-and-denial in our relationship, it's just that she set the pace and I enjoyed it.
Two of the girl friends said that they were about equal with their husbands in who initiated the love making and directed how it flowed.
But the fourth lady, I'll call her the shy one, reported something quite different. She said her fiancé was completely in charge of their sex life and it was always vanilla, missionary style. She liked it, she got all she needed, but since her fiancé always came deep inside her, she had never seen a man come or even witnessed the rise and then fall of an erection.
The other three were astounded. My wife said we've got to do something about that.
She called me into the room and said that she and I would remedy things if everyone agreed.
Since she and I were used to having sex with others watching and since I enjoyed her being in charge, I immediately agreed to have her stroke me off while her friends watched.
I changed into a bathrobe and returned to the party. Dropping off the robe, I stood naked in front of them all. Already, of course, I was quite excited about the whole thing.
My wife, ever the teacher, pointed out how I was partly erect from the anticipation. She asked me if I was excited and looking forward to being masturbated in front of her friends. I said I was definitely turned on and looking forward to the whole experience.
The shy girl admitted that while she'd seen her fiancé many times naked, she'd never seen him erect or the whole process of going from flaccid to erect and back, let alone seeing what it looked like when a man came. My wife said we'll take care of that.
I agreed to provide some commentary along the way.
We started by having by having the shy girl gently feel my penis. She had never done that with her fiancé! Oh what she'd been missing.
Fortunately I'd gone flaccid while we were talking, so she had the experience of touching a limp dick. In her timidity she wasn't touching me in an erotic way at all, but just exploring what a penis felt like. I couldn't help responding a bit, though, and I started plumping out a bit. Then my penis gave a little bit of a jump and she fell back in surprise while everybody laughed, including me.
At this point my wife took over. She began very gently and smoothly stroking me, quite slowly. Her goal was to show how I gradually went from nearly limp to fully erect. While she did it, I commented on the sensation and how pleasant it felt - as well has how it caused my anticipation to rise.
Once I was fully erect, my wife stopped stroking me and let the young girl and her other friends examine me. With all my hair off, they could see all my flesh clearly.
The shy girl took two fingers and gently squeezed me, to see how firm an erect penis was. I explained to her that what she was feeling was a normal erection, but that as a man grew even more excited the penis became more engorged, stiff and rigid.
Now my wife went back to work, stroking me again. She did it slowly, in no rush. I gave color commentary, explaining how pleasant it felt and how my excitement was growing. The ladies started talking about their parallel experiences and how the thrill of sex, whether masturbating or having sex with their partners, would rise and pause and rise again.
This led to a lengthy discussions of the sensations they experienced in sex. Some said that masturbation never gave them the deep satisfaction of being fucked by their men, while others admitted that sex with their husbands never hit the spot as perfectly as when they did themselves.
All through this talk I was standing there still erect. For a while I started getting a bit soft but their talk was so erotic that it got me excited again and kept me excited. When their attention turned back to me they asked how I felt.
I told them I was very turned on and that their discussion was just about the most erotic thing I'd ever heard. I told them that it had me thrilled and that while they were talking I had been left in that painful but delicious state of being very turned on but not progressing toward completion.
A couple of the ladies admitted that they used that as a technique to extend the pleasure of when they masturbated.
It was time to go on with me.
My wife began stroking me again and doing it even more slowly than before. I think that she was worried that I would shoot off too fast and I think she was right.
As she got me more and more excited I commented on how it felt. Finally I exclaimed that this was all too much. Some pre-cum showed on the tip of my penis and my wife explained about it to her under-experienced friend. She showed how it was clear and slippery and put a little on her friend's fingers to feel.
I exclaimed about how hot and excited I was and barely able to hold back.
My wife showed mercy and resumed stroking me. In just a few moments I began shooting fiercely to the shock and amazement of her friends. I shot one stream out well, and then another even stronger and further, followed by another one weaker and another weaker yet. After a short pause I shot out one, two, three small additional streams. And then some dribbles oozed out of my tip as my penis gradually softened.
I got a round of applause. I told them that I'd really enjoyed performing for them but in truth I'd rather fuck my wife and come inside her. But I emphasized that this little demonstration had been a lot of fun for me and I'd gotten a lot of pleasure out of it.
My wife licked the residual come off my dick and I put my robe back on and sat down.
My spunk had fallen on the glass coffee table in front of us and the ladies had some fun playing with it, finger painting like kindergartners and tasting it as well. The inexperienced friend, who had never felt a man's semen, except her fiancé's in her vagina, played with it the most.
We then had some more coffee and talked about the experience we'd just had and gossiped about various sex experiences and we guessed what some of our friends and acquaintances got up to. Who we thought were wild and who we thought were tame and who we suspected weren't getting any.
Of course they talked about giving oral sex to their men and whether they liked doing it or just did it to make their men happy. Who swallowed and who couldn't stand to. My wife, being a bit of a braggart, said that not only did she swallow, she liked to relish it in her mouth and to give me deep kisses when she had a mouthful of my cum.
Among the talk was a lot of discussion of how the ladies, including my wife, really liked to get oral sex. To no one's surprise, our youngest friend said she'd never experienced oral sex or even witnessed it.
We decided we needed to remedy that. It would be up to her fiancé to give her the first experience of receiving oral sex, if she could talk him into it, but we would show her what it looked and sounded like.
My wife then went off to freshen up and returned to us naked and smiling. She lay down on the carpet. I tossed off my robe and positioned myself between her legs. I began eating her and paused from time to time to explain what I was doing, while my wife commented on the sensations she was having. I brought her to a couple of mild orgasms and then a really strong one that left her too tender to be touched any more.
While this was going on I noticed out of the corner of my eye that a couple of the ladies had been quietly touching themselves through their clothes.
As my wife regained her composure the ladies talked about their experiences with oral sex and what parts of it they liked the best, all for the education of the one who had never experienced it.
My wife and I sat down again, remaining nude, and the conversation continued over more coffee.
It was noticeable that I was sitting with a full erection. I told everyone that the experience had me quite turned on and ready for sex again. I said that as soon as the party was over I was going to ravish my wife.
Someone - I don't know if it was my wife or one of the other women - said why wait until then?
I said that thanks to our nude resort experiences we were used to making love with others looking on and it would be fine by me if everyone would like the experience now.
All agreed, even the shy one.
My wife insisted that her friends take off their clothes so that we would all be equally naked and she encouraged them to pleasure themselves along with our love making.
So the ladies took their clothes off though, again no surprise, the shy one was the slowest and most reluctant to strip off.
Again my wife lay down on our carpet. I fingered her to make sure she was nice and wet and then I plunged into her. I didn't need any encouragement, I was already very excited and very erect.
And so we fucked away. Because it hadn't been very long since I'd ejaculated, I wasn't quick to come again and I was able to give my wife a good long fucking before I finally came. She had a number of orgasms along the way, but fortunately didn't have one so grand as make her too sensitive for me to continue inside of her.
From time to time I glanced over at the ladies. The married two of them went quite at it, masturbating, but the shy one was just rubbing the outside of her pussy. The lady closest to her took her hand and shoved it into the girl's pussy aggressively. Occasionally I could hear pleasant noises coming from the mouths of the three of them. For a while the married two were masturbating each other and by the time my wife and I were finishing up, one of them was giving oral sex to the other while the shy one didn't know whether to watch them or watch my wife and I or avert her eyes.
When we were all done, there was a lot of laughter and every one of us said in our own words that we never thought such a thing would happen.
And so came to a close an amazing afternoon.
My wife's friendship with the three ladies continued but I think the shy one never quite overcame the shock of this afternoon's party even though it was clear that she had enjoyed every part of it.
Every once in a while my wife would invite the two married ladies over for another party. Sometimes I was there and sometimes I wasn't, though my wife would always give me a blow by blow report later.
When they were partying by themselves they would mostly have a masturbation fest but also have some sex among themselves as well. I think they mostly liked pleasuring themselves, rather than each other.
When I was there, there was no touching at all between the others and me, but my wife and I would enjoy sex in a variety of ways while the others would pleasure themselves. On occasion one or other of the ladies would ask if I could touch them or even fuck them, but my wife and I both agreed it was better not to.
It all came to a close during one of our sessions when it became clear that one of the ladies really, really wanted me to fuck her. In talking about it later my wife and I concluded that danger lay in that path and we stopped having these gatherings. They had come to their natural end and neither of us regretted stopping.
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When the seasons got closer to Christmas this last year, during a dinner with Muriel and John, the subject of the out of town bank’s Christmas Party for investors came up. We all decided to go to the party (an hour and a half away from our home town). The girls coordinated their party wear. Julie was going to wear short skirt, lacy button front blouse and fur jacket. When she was getting dressed, I noticed her pulling a garter belt on and thigh high stockings and loved it. Very rarely does she wear something like this! She said that Muriel had told her that she was going to wear a garter belt and stockings too rather than nylons, etc. The guys wore khakis and sports coats.
Since there was a hint of snow in the air we all went together in my COWBOY CAD Pickup Truck. We headed north out of our hometown, and I commented on the “Hooterville” sign when we passed it. Hooterville is a small place about 20 miles northwest out of town and has a nude exotic dancer club (The L&L) that Julie and I have been to a few times before we were married (We have a story on this site about Julie’s experiences there). Julie said that we had been there a few times and had had lots of “fun” (giggle, giggle). Muriel commented that she had never even been to such a place with John being quiet.
The bank party was being held in the downtown bank’s fancy lobby area with a cocktail bar, buffet, etc. The bar was great, but with me driving, I had one Manhattan and switched to iced tea in a rocks glass. A three piece combo with a vocalist would provide entertainment. About 8 PM, the combo played some nice dance music. John and I danced with both Muriel and Julie, switching back and forth between them. Some basic dance skills really is a good thing to have I’ve found. The combo was finished by 9 PM and the party closed down. It was a very nice party.
John got the girls’ fur jackets while I went to get the pickup from the parking garage, warmed up and out front. About an hour later with light snow falling, as we got to the Hooterville sign and the girls both commented on the L&L Exotic Dance Club in Hooterville. I took my foot off the gas and turned west to Hooterville. There as lots of laughing and giggling in the pickup as we pulled into the very small town. There was only 6 vehicles parked out front of the L&L and none of them had local plates.
I angle parked directly in front and Julie said let’s go as she popped her door open. She pulled her jacket off and put it on her seat. Muriel did the same as John helped her out of the pickup. Julie and I walked in first. The club manager, remembering Julie, greeted us from behind the bar. We walked on back to the show room where there were two dancers, a waitress and two tables each with two men comprising the entire audience. I pushed two tables together close to the stage and moved chairs all to one side so we could all face the stage and dancer pole. Our girls got glasses of wine, and John and I each ordered a soda. The dancers took turns doing their sets. Both of the dancers were in their late 20’s or early 30’s and probably 6 or 7 on a scale of 10 for 30 year olds. At the end of the first song of each set, the dancer’s bikini top came off, at the end of the second song the dancer’s bottom came off, and the dancer danced the third song in the nude. The dancer would then pull her bottoms back on, come down off the stage and then go from table to table doing topless short table dances for tips.
After we were at our table for about a half hour or so, two of the men at one of the tables left. The manager came over and introduced the two other middle-aged men as contractors passing through from out of town. Since the crowd was so small, the manager asked if we cared if he shut the outside lights and signs down and made it a private party for a while before shutting down (I saw him wink at Julie). It was not a problem for us Julie told him.
Both dancers came back out from the dressing room area and joined us at our table. I asked the contractors to join us too. The manager came and went and the waitress brought drinks and kept tabs straight. The dancers were both local house girls. Being so close to Christmas and the short weeks, girls on the dancer circuit had not traveled out to the rural areas. The dancers were nice girls with children and husbands. They said they could make much more money dancing than waiting tables or working in a big box store. Their husbands get home from the factory jobs and babysit so their wives can work. As everyone visited at the table, the dancers were getting pictures of their kids out on their phones to show Julie and Muriel. Muriel was fascinated and had really gotten interested. It was really funny watching prim and proper Muriel interact with a topless dancer at the table.
It came up that Julie had been on the stage with a dancer a couple of times when we were dating. She had had her boobs out with dancers sitting at our table during the evening then and finally was talking into going on stage with a dancer and going nude on stage after last call at closing time.
Every little bit I would reach over and unbutton one of Julie’s blouse buttons, reach in her bra and touch her boobs. Her skirt had ridden up and the blond dancer next to her saw the garter straps and was impressed. Muriel hiked her skirt up a bit and showed her garter straps and stocking tops. With lots of laugher at the table, the blond dancer asked Julie to help pick out music over at the digital jukebox player machine. When the girls got the music selected, they moved to the dance floor area between our table and the stage and started dancing slowly together. At the end of the first song, the dancer had her bikini top off, Julie’s blouse unbuttoned and skirt unbuttoned with the zipper started down. At the end of the second song, the dancer was nude in heels and Julie’s blouse and skirt were on the table in front of me. John was feeling Muriel up as they watched Julie and the dancer. The second dancer, the two contractors, the club manager and waitress were all sitting back and watching the show with me.
With the third song, Julie won’t let the dancer help her remove bra, etc., so the third song of the set ended with Julie in her bra, panties, garter belt and heels and stockings standing across from us at our table. It was a great look too. I tipped the dancer and Julie each a $10.00 bill. By Muriel’s third drink, she had loosened up a bit and John sitting tight to her was feeling her boobs up and had hiked her skirt pretty high to rub her panty covered pussy as Julie and the dancer stood across the table from us and visited.
Julie asked me and the manager if her taking more off would be a problem. The manager replied that it was a private party, her choice. I said that if you are comfortable, go for it. The two contractor guys both said go for it with a bit of applause. Julie and the dancer picked up Julie’s blouse and skirt and headed back to the dressing room. Ten or fifteen minutes later they came back with Julie dressed again. She walked over to our table and handed me her panties. Julie and both dancers went over and selected a lot more music.
Both dancers and Julie moved out on to the dance floor area between our table and the stage. At the end of the first song, the dancers had Julie’s blouse and skirt both off leaving Julie in her bra, garter belt and stockings with her shaved pussy showing. At the end of the second song, both of the dancers were nude and Julie was wearing just her garter belt, stockings and heels. During the third song, the dancers and Julie did some three way boob rubbing and feeling each other up a bit. When the next music came up, it was slow dancing style (Time of Your Life, Unchained Melody, etc.), and Julie stepped to our table, held out her hand and I got up to slow dance with her. The dancers asked the contractors to dance. One got up and the other guy wouldn’t. The two nude dancers slow danced with the one contractor with him feeling them both up.
John and Muriel finally got up and moved around the table to the dance floor area too. Julie, the dancers and Muriel chatted and laughed back and forth with girls helping Muriel out of her sweater top, skirt and finally her bra. She absolutely refused to remove panties, etc. She and John were very attractive dancing with Muriel topless, wearing panties, garter belt, stockings and calf high boots.
Muriel and Julie were both a bit high and/or really comfortable and relaxed. Julie could feel my hard dick pressing as we danced. As we got close to the table, she sat down and with me standing in front of her, unbuckled my belt, unbuttoned my khakis, spread my shirt tails, reached in my boxers and pulled my cock out to lick. One of the nude dancers stepped to the table and got my glass of soda and handed it to me as Julie started licking and sucking my cock. I was standing there blushing, and I think my face was hot. This was almost a new experience for me, getting a blow job in public (kind of) from Julie with people standing around closely watching (We’ve done this a swinger/nude resorts a couple of times but then others were doing the same thing too). Only the one contractor guy had remained sitting behind the table watching.
After a bit with me starting to thrust a bit, Julie pulled back and asked one of the dancers for a towel. The Club manager quickly walked over and got a fresh bar towel. Julie finished jacking me off into the bar towel (no muss and fuss). Julie dried my cock off a bit with the towel, I sat my glass down, and I stuffed my cock back into place and zipped up.
Julie stood up and John and Muriel joined us reminding us that it was a work day tomorrow. The two dancers still nude were now visiting with the two contractors (one standing and one sitting) about going into town for breakfast and possibly doing private shows at the contractors’ motel rooms.
The dancers, Muriel and Julie all gathered their clothes and costumes and walked back to the dressing rooms to use the bathroom and get dressed. I walked out and started the pickup to warm up. And brushed some snow off the windshield. When I got back in with the girls’ fur jackets, the girls were out and almost ready to go. As our girls were thanking and saying good bye to the dancers, John was giving the dancers each a $20.00 tip for the great show. Club lights were switching out at the manager and waitress shut down for the night.
On the twenty minute ride back, it was quiet for most of the way, then Muriel followed by Julie started laughing and talking. Muriel couldn’t believe what she had seen and done. The prim and proper lady was filled with guilt and remorse. Julie said she thought Muriel was having a good time at the club, John and agreed and Muriel broke out laughing and agreed. Julie invited Muriel and John to meet us a nude resort (not swinger! God forbid) in Mexico in March. Muriel said nudity really didn’t bother her as long as it was discreet and private in the right setting. She didn’t want to go to a nude resort filled with young hard bodies. Julie told Muriel that revealing mesh wear, sarongs, etc. are just fine at the resorts or even just a beach towel wrap. As Julie and I wrote this John and Muriel have made resort reservations and are working on arranging plane tickets to meet us there for a week.
Best Regards,
Julie and Rob
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Well needless to say after a couple of beers and a little champagne I wandered home, the party with about 40 people all in their 30s and 40s was just getting into the swing of things. The plan was to as a group go out later that evening for some of the people to a local pub. My plan was to head home and watch the kids (no need to have 30 teens in the house).
My wife was having a great time. The vibe was super positive. She is blonde, fit and wearing some very sexy clothes she bought in a boutique in Miami recently. I felt bad for leaving but realized that if she has a good time I am happy.
Hours had passed and I checked social media, no check ins or updates. Fair enough. I awoke at 4am and still no one home. I opened my window and could hear some music playing, must be the party. I checked on my kids, they were fast asleep, I locked the doors and headed over.
The door was open a crack and there were some 10-12 people having prosecco, music still playing. I did not want to sound jealous and I opened the door to a bedroom downstairs. Her friend was lying in bed, fully clothed chatting with some guy. Reminding me of early 20s drunk discussion. She noticed me and said my wife was somewhere... she turned away.
I then looked around, not willing to go upstairs in someone else´s house... I grabbed the bathroom doorknob and heard some rustling around. Someone yelled..”hey I am busy”...and he double checked and locked the door. As I walked away I could hear my wife but not sure where... I looked back, nothing. I exited the house and to the side of the front door there is frost covered window to the bathroom. Between the frost covering and the window pane is about 1cm of open space. I could see the guy in front of her kissing her neck. I felt a rush of anger and then excitement. OMG I was a voyeur watching my own wife.
He aggressively kissed her, she pushed a bit away, he turns her facing the bathroom mirror and proceeds to grab her ass, then hands up her blouse to her breasts. His other hand then pulls up her dress just enough, her hand pushing back until she lost her balance almost on the sink. He then pulls down her panty, I can see she is super excited. I had the urge the knock but then opted not to. I was actually enjoying the scene. He guides her hand to his pants where she begins to grab away at his cock. He pulls his pants down enough -- then someone knocks on the door..”hey I have to use the bathroom”... -then “oh... Bob is getting lucky with that blonde neighbor...” she grabs his cock and guides it into her pussy. She lets out a grunt and begins to push harder and harder... her hands slipping from time to time off the sink.
As they fuck he stops and positions himself on the toilet, she sits on top of him and he continues to fuck her while sucking on her breasts...I am in shock.
I am about to leave when someone walks out “hey enjoying the show...? Bob is fucking that blonde - she really wants it... such a cock tease”... I am more shocked. I looked back and he is again behind her fucking her. He finally appears to slow down, I guess as he is cumming into her.
She then pushes off, he tries to kiss her and she pushes away washes her face and then leaves the bathroom. My call to leave.
I leave, take a quick walk around the neighborhood, now I want to shock her... I check home, she had not come home yet. I return to the party she is not in the bathroom or living room. I knock on the door of her friend only to hear someone say...”Don´t go in there please...” I open the door a crack and there she is again riding half clothed the same guy again... she yells “fuck me, fuck me harder...cum inside me”... and he grunts...
I walk home...after promising not to make a scene. I didn't... but loved seeing her pleased.
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We went out on a Saturday night to a sports bar to watch some college football and for some drinks and for a little fun. My wife wore a skirt with heels and a button down blouse, she didn't wear any panties as she usually doesn't and she wore a silk see thru bra under her blouse. We were seated at a high table because that's what we requested so my wife could flash her goods under that skirt. It didn't take long to get the attention from a group of guys sitting across from us. Where they were sitting compared to where my wife was sitting, their whole table could see up my wife's skirt. My wife wasn't showing anything quite yet but she would tease then by crossing and uncrossing her legs while looking at them.
Eventually my wife felt like it was time to show them a little more so she spread eagle, hiked up her skirt a little bit and showed them what they've been yearning to see. My wife kept looking straight at the guys as they were fixated on her vagina as she would smile at them and wink at them. These guys were having a blast getting an eyeful of my wife's vagina and I was getting turned on by watching her have fun with these guys. She would reach down every so often and touch her pussy and then bring her fingers to her mouth and lick her fingers, this brought the guys to full excitement when she would do that. We had to be careful in this bar though, even though it wasn't crowded we still had other people around us that I'm sure wouldn't take to kindly to this kind of behavior.
After we ate our food we ordered a couple more beers and told the waitress we're going to sit outside because I'm a smoker and it was a nice night to sit out there. This bar had a nice back patio with trees and bushes and Christmas lights all around and private tables tucked into corners. To be honest that's why I chose this bar to go to because online I saw pictures of the back patio and I thought we could have some fun there. We grabbed one of those tables that were tucked in the corner and we sat facing the center of the patio with both our backs to the back fence. It didn't take long for one of the guys from that table to come out and grab a smoke. He noticed us sitting there and went back in and shortly after one by one they were all outside. I figured he told his buddies we were out there. So anyways, they came outside and huddled around a table that was built around a tree that was directly in front of us. We knew what they wanted to my wife happily gave it to them. She spread eagle again lifted her skirt waaaay up this time exposing everything and started playing with herself while grabbing her tits outside of her shirt with her other hand. Every guy at that table had their eyes fixated on my wife's pussy as she finger banged herself. I told the guys they can come sit at the table with us and they wasted no time sitting down as they watched still. My wife motioned to one of the guys sitting closest to her to come a little closer. He scooted his chair over and put his hand on my wife's thigh and he looked at me as if to say "is this ok?" I just smiled at him and gave him a nod yes. My wife grabbed his hand and placed it on her pussy and he started fingering my wife. By the sounds she was making she was enjoying it.
I excused myself from the table because I had drank a little too much and it was time to break the seal. By the time I got back from the restroom one of those guys was sitting in my chair massaging my wife's breasts under her blouse and the same guy was still fingering her. The guy massaging her breasts saw me and started to get up so I could sit back down but I told him he can stay there as I grabbed another seat. This went on for about an hour, off and on and it was getting late and we realized we were the only ones outside at this point. My wife took it upon herself to unbutton her blouse lift her bra and expose her tits. Hands immediately followed and were all over her big tits. Even though it was dark where we were sitting we had to be careful because the waitress would come in and out and smokers also.
My wife eventually came to one of the guys fingering her and she sat there exhausted with hands all over her still. One of the guys asked her to go out to the parking lot with him and she said "no, we're just hear for fun and pretty much what we just did". The guy kept on insisting telling her she wouldn't be disappointed and then he took his dick out to show her and it was massive... she looked at it and still had the strength to say no thank you. So he put his dick away and we all asked for our bills so we could check out. The guys ended up paying for our bill and we thanked them and all headed out to our vehicles. My wife said she'll be right back and she walked over to the guy's truck they were in and she was talking to the guy that showed her his massive penis and then she came back to the car and told me she got his number for possible future hookups. We drove home and fucked like animals that night. It was a good night and maybe she'll use that number and get a taste of that massive penis. Who knows...
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She got up to excuse herself to the bathroom and my eyes followed. I was taken by her petite figure as she sauntered away in a flowing dress with classy heels, accented with tasteful jewelry. Her brunette hair cascaded down the front of her dress drawing attention to her stunning cleavage. Upon returning, she coyly mentioned that she had removed her underwear. “Check please!”
We got up and made our way to the lobby and pressed the button for the elevator. The doors opened and to our luck we got into a vacant car. Once the doors shut she immediately knelt in front of me while I released my rigid cock from my dress slacks. Being as there are only 4 floors to this hotel, we needed to work expeditiously. She pushed her warm mouth over my swollen member and worked it in and out with her hand. I held her hair back and took in the nice view as her lips curled over my shaft. Her eyes were closed as she expertly worked, enjoying giving as much as I enjoyed receiving. As we approached the 4th floor she got up just as the doors opened. Nobody entered so we pressed the button to return to the lobby. She swiftly got back down and I slid my penis over her tongue, back and forth. This time, though, we locked eyes. It was a beautifully, erotic sight. The pleasure was immense but the ride was short as we reached our destination and quickly composed ourselves.
A bit worked up, we exited the elevator and turned the corner to one of the hallways that led to meeting rooms. We checked each of the doors, but they were all locked. One of the doors was isolated in an alcove off the hallway. I moved my wife into that area and got down in front of her as she lifted her dress, exposing her finely groomed vagina. She was already moist as I took a long, vertical lick; parting her pussy lips as I did so. In response, she let out a long moan and grabbed my hair as she motioned my tongue up and down on her. This continued for a few minutes until we heard some movement at the end the hallway. I gave her a final, long stroke and pulled her dress back down. Composing ourselves again, I took her hand and led her down the hallway where we found a stairwell.
Once inside, I pushed her against the railing, got down on my knees and lifted her leg by her thigh. It gave me a great angle to continue licking her dripping pussy. She bit her lower lip and closed her eyes as she was lost in the pleasure. She grabbed my head tighter, directing the penetration to where she needed it, softly humming with each pass. We heard a door close as someone entered the stairway on the floor above us. I let her leg back down and we exited out a door to the outside courtyard.
In the courtyard there was gazebo with two egg-shaped, wicker chairs that were suspended overhead. This was the perfect place to continue what we had started.
I placed her in one of the swinging chairs and she was able to easily spread her legs through the side supports. She lifted her dress as I got on my knees before her. This time I started by inserting two fingers deep inside her as she let out a deep exhale. In and out I penetrated her, vibrating back and forth until my fingers were wet with her juices. I leaned in to suck her swollen clitoris as I removed my fingers from her vagina and placed them in her mouth. She moaned as she cleansed them with her tongue. To replace my fingers, she moved her hand down and began to stimulate herself as I continued to orally pleasure her.
Sensing it was now my turn, she pushed me back. I stood in front of her as she unzipped my pants and fished my pulsing cock from my trousers. I held onto the arms of the chair as she sensually massaged my penis. Softly teasing my bulging head, she tasted the pre-cum that began to leak from all the sexual tension that had been building. Taking me deep into her throat, I was getting lost in the erotic moment, but still managed to spy our surroundings to make sure no one was around. So far, all was clear. After a few reflexive twitches of my cock in her mouth I was getting close to ejaculating, but felt it was too soon. I like to make sure she gets her orgasm before I do.
I pulled my shaft out of her mouth and sat down in the other chair. She stood up, lifted her dress, turned and guided my cock into her from the rear. The suspended chair offered a perfect penetration position as I grabbed her thighs and slid my cock in and out from behind. Her breaths were getting quicker and heavier as she grabbed onto the chair and pulled me deep inside. We were both on the verge of climax when we heard the door from the hotel to the courtyard open close by. A security guard passing through interrupted us with “Guys, you can’t do that here”. My wife slid off of me and all she could muster in reply was, “Umm, ok”. He must have gotten a good look at what was going on, but he didn’t linger while I pulled up my pants.
Well, now we were really pent up so we headed back to our room. In the ride up the elevator, I got on my knees, pushed her to the wall and licked her some more on the quick ride to the 4th floor.
We hurried back to the room and out to a chair on the balcony. She pulled off my shoes and pants and pushed me down. She started sucking me again while she loosened the knot of her halter top, exposing her natural, gorgeous breasts. Leaning forward she placed my dick between her cleavage and started to tit fuck me. She cupped her hands around her nipples and applied just the right amount of pressure as her mouth was eagerly waiting to suck my head each time I pushed up. The warm saliva from her tongue was lubricating her chest, making the feeling intense.
Once again I was getting close and needed to make sure to slow down before I went too far. I pulled back and she stood up and took her dress off completely. Remaining in only her high heels and jewelry I entered her from behind as she steadied herself by holding onto the railing. As I slowly slid into her, her pussy contacted over my shaft and expanded as I pulled out. While I penetrated her, I massaged the bottom of her vagina with my thumb. Her necklace tapped against the railing and her earrings and bracelets dangled as I pumped her with each thrust. Anyone walking below would have gotten a good view of this show.
The adventurous foreplay of the evening had brought us to our sexual pinnacle. I could feel her tunnel tighten over me as her cries of passion increased. I knew she was close and I could feel it building inside me as well. I pushed faster and deeper until passing the point of no return; releasing into her a draining climax which simultaneously set her off. Her back arched and she let out an uncontrollable scream as her orgasm came in waves.
We stayed in that position for a few moments while our pulses returned to normal and our bodies cooled and relaxed.
We laughed about it later that we may actually be exhibitionists. Though we don’t consider ourselves as such, it was indeed thrilling to fool around in this public place while trying to be discreet. Who knows, there may even be some security footage of this erotic evening.
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As luck would have it, we were by ourselves this time too. Well, for about twenty minutes or so. We were making out and I was going down on her when we heard a car door slam a hundred yards away. I continued bathing her smooth pussy, looking up every once in a while. When I saw the other dude approach, we sat up (before he actually got there) and said hello. Too bad it wasn’t another couple!
We talked about our respective knee surgeries and discussed the healing powers of the spring and so forth as I sat in front of her and semi-discreetly rubbed her clit and lips behind my back. We got into the spring and started rubbing the mud from the spring bottom all over each other, embracing and kissing all the while. I looked over at the other dude, and to his credit he wasn’t wanking himself, but I did whisper to my GF, “Look, he’s getting a boner!” His uncut member was at least half-staff and his head was poking part way out of his foreskin.
We then decided to hike down to the creek twenty yards away to get a little more privacy. The hot spring drained down into this creek and there were hot spots in the creek bed as we found out. I stepped into one of these little ponds just off of the creek. The water was very hot and I sank into the mud up to my crotch! I quickly got out of that predicament and we moved to the creek bed. There was a sandbar in the middle of the creek and I laid her down upon it and went to work on her pussy again.
As she got slipperier, I moved up to her face so she could work on my cock. She got it hard in no time. What with all of the mud, we had to keep rinsing our naughty bits so I didn’t push mud up inside her. When I finally slid inside her, I firmed up noticeably. The sandbar being really black mud, I started coating her body with it as I slid in and out of her. We held each other face to face and soon I was covered too. Sliding all over each other was soon too much and I kept growing inside her and finally exploded in her pussy. My hands had sunk into the mud at an uncomfortable angle, but I didn’t notice it until after I came. You know how it is guys!
We came back up to the hot spring pond coated with mud almost head to toe and she said to the other guy, “I don’t know how we got all of this mud on ourselves." We rinsed off in the hot pond, shared a beer, and took off for town to get some lunch. Need to thank that guy for making us find a simply awesome venue for hot kinky sex! We would have done it in front of him, but one of our rules is “you gotta bring a girl!"
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So I always wanted that my wife also feel free, and that she also become a capable and skillful lover like the women that I'm used to, and that she would be a provocative and fuckable woman who knows how to enjoy the best sex together with me.
After the last adventure she had a few more adventures, and after those several adventures in which my wife was, with my agreement, with other men, she was disappointed in the selfishness of the other men. She decided to stop all of these adventures and pay attention only to me and her, and concentrate only on our sexual pleasures. But now that my wife is experienced with other lovers, she feels far more freer and is proud of herself as attractive and sexy woman, and she is proud of her experience as a skillful irresistible lover. And so it was up until one unusual night, when it happened coincidentally, that a very special surprise too place.
Me and my friend were sitting and watching TV in a dark part of the living room. At that moment, my wife arrived home after a visit with her girlfriends, and she was in good mood, and not wanting to waste time, she went directly to the bathroom to bathe. After bathing she came out completely naked in the corridor. Me and my friend are both completely amazed with such unexpected performance, and we curiously sat there quietly and peacefully taking in her alluring temptation for both of us.
Not knowing that it was both me and my friend there, she began to provoke me like usual with with wiggling her little rounded buttocks slightly left and right, and at the same time massaging her rounded breasts with one hand. Her large and prominent hard swollen nipples were protruding out and offering themselves. With her second hand, she was caressing her body under her titties and sliding her hand easily over her belly, it slowly made its way right to her little innocent pussy between her so nice slightly spread legs. Emphasizing her completely naked smooth puffy pussy was her plan. At one point she was holding her hand above her cute clitoris, massaging gently a small place above her clitoris, then slowly opened her pussy lips in a way that her clitoris, labia and the inside of her so sweet pussy were clearly visible. She continued this provocative game for some time.
All of this was not far from us, and I should be ashamed that my wife was displaying herself to me friend, therefore I was in at least some moments feeling guilty. With her attention on her body she was completely exposed to the two of us in such a dishonest way, but I'd never been so proud of my beautiful provocative wife. I let the game go on for our enjoyment of watching such a beautiful erotic display. I could not resist such a temptation due to her beautiful arousing body. In that moment she was such a sexy and seductive tempting woman, but she was doing this all completely innocently, without any evil intentions. She was so helpless standing there and unwittingly exposing herself to another man by offering for view the most intimate parts of her body in front of two greedy man, me and my best friend. I could not believe that something like this was happening to my innocent wife, but I couldn't say anything to stop it.
She eventually noticed that my friend was present, and she embarrassingly apologized and immediately ran into our bedroom. My friend responded that she had nothing to apologize for, but he apologized to me and my wife because he had watched with such pleasure but without any evil intent.
So he left, and I went to bed with my wife. I apologized to her for not warning her, but explaining that she was beautiful and that there is nothing to be ashamed of. I was honest with my wife and I told her that I'm sure he would love to fuck her if she gave him permission, and while she did not agree, she was not resisting much either. After some more conversation about what had happened, she relaxed, and we enjoyed an evening of wonderful sex.
In the next title I'll write about something that I did not believe happened for a friend in whom I had always had the greatest trust. My best friend is fucking my wife before my eyes?
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When I mentioned to Julie about SD clubs having nude dancers, some audience participation, allowing ladies in the audience to flash and do even more with encouragement from the dancers. She was definitely curious and interested in possibly going with me sometime if she could arrange her schedule to find the time. The more we talked, the more interested she was to go to a SD club with me. She had a little fantasy and interest in showing off a bit in a club as long as it was far, far from her home area where no one would recognize her. Since our first S.D. club visit about two years ago, Julie and I have been back to the club three more times basically when Julie is available and wants to go.
The L&L is a nude exotic dancer club located in an old storefront building in a very small rural SD town. I really like the L&L Exotic Stripper Club in Hooterville, SD as it is reasonably near my home. I live within 40 miles of the club, know the club owner, the manager, bartenders, and I know some of the regular house dancers. I have been stopping in at the club on and off for over 30 years.
Julie’s very first visit with me to the L&L Club was in middle of December about two years ago on a Thursday evening. Julie drove 3 hours up out of Nebraska to my hometown in S. E. Dakota for a hall pass date with me to specifically go the L&L Club for the first time and to spend the night with me to play later. I arranged for Julie to be in town and meet me by late afternoon to get ready for the L&L.
My Christmas gift to her this year was to go to a local beauty shop/spa that is owned and operated by a semi-retired exotic dancer who I got to know the past few years. The beauty shop has perhaps 6 workstations that the owner (Stacy) leases to various beauticians. Stacy has her own station in a back room and has tanning beds, etc. When Julie got into town, we met up and stopped on Main Street to say hi to Stacy, the beauty shop owner and to let her know we’d be back for our 5:30 PM appointment. Julie and I then went across the street for cocktails and an early light dinner. About 5:15 PM, Julie and I walked back to the beauty shop with Julie stopping to get her small bag out of the car. The shop’s girls had already locked up, but the owner heard us knock and she open the door for us and relocked the door behind us. In Stacy’s back workstation stall area, Stacy’s Asian nail lady was setting up. Stacy got Julie situated in a chair and went to work to do Julie’s face and hair for our later L&L clubbing outing. Julie was nicely tanned (and so was I) as we were scheduled to go for a week together to the nude Club Orient Resort on St. Martin in January.
I left the shop again for a few minutes to get a couple bottles of wine, with Stacy letting me out and relocking the door behind me. When I got back about a half hour later, I tapped on door, and the Stacy quickly let me back in the dark shop (lights were out in the shop’s main area) and relocked the door. Since it was dark, Stacy was already spectacularly topless and dressed only in sandals and panties, very nice. Julie was in the beautician’s chair, already nude covered by a beautician cape/sheet. The Asian lady was doing Julie’s toes and Stacy was getting ready to do a wax job on Julie. What could I do but crack the wine open, pour, and watch? Stacy did Julie up from top to bottom, shaved and waxed her smooth. It was very enjoyable to sip wine and watch. Stacy did Julie up in after 5:00 PM makeup, which was thick, heavy and very pro looking almost making Julie uncomfortable with the look. The Asian lady finished doing Julie’s toenails and finger nails beautifully with Christmas designs on Julie’s nails and left.
Stacy showed us some her dancer clothes and costumes. It was fun watch the girls try different parts of Stacy’s professional dancer costumes on. Julie and Stacy decided the skimpy fancy lingerie, very short leather skirt, and black silk blouse that Julie had brought in her small bag were very dressy and appropriate to wear to the L&L. Julie had brought a pair of black leather ankle high boots with 4 1/1” heels to complete the outfit. For jewelry, Julie had a string of pearls, pearl earrings and a two strand pearl bracelet. With Julie’s tan, shoulder length blond hair, blue eyes and makeup, she was beautiful. When Stacy had Julie ready, Julie got her heavy long coat. I went out and started my car to warm up and went back in to settle my bill with Stacy. Julie and I kissed and hugged Stacy good-bye and headed out.
We drove around the area looking at Christmas lights and finally worked our way over to Hooterville, SD. At about 10:00 PM, we were in Hooterville and parked out front of the L&L. Looking at the front of the club, Julie was not too impressed with the exterior and was getting cold feet. I offered to skip going into the L&L and offered to take her someplace else with live music for a drink. She thought about it bit and made up her mind to go into the L&L and look around as long as I vouched for the club being safe. There were only a few cars out front and I helped Julie out of her coat to leave it locked in the car. For this outing, I brought a stack of $5 and $1 bills for serious dancer encouragement and tipping pleasure.
As we walked into the L&L’s front pool hall and bar room, the bartender took one look at Julie and waived the cover charge for us to go to the back dancer show room, which was nice. We were greeted enthusiastically in the hallway to L&L’s back show room by a dancer I know who was on the way to the club’s restrooms (the clubs restrooms are still really not too nice)!! My dancer friend thought Julie was a new dancer there to check the place out or try out for a job. Julie was really flattered by the dancer’s attention. In the back showroom, there were only 3 tables occupied by a total 6 or 7 men of all ages. Julie and I counted 3 dancers (two AA dancers and counting my friend Haley who we just met in the hallway and who is one of the local house girls. Haley is blond, in her 30's, cute and is very nice looking and built married mother of 2 who works two or three evenings a week when needed by the L&L. Her husband can babysit when she works and she makes much better money than she would at a factory job.
We immediately ask the waitress to buy Haley a drink and asked her to join us at a table in a darker area near club’s north wall in the second row of tables out from the stage. For the rest of the evening, after her dance sets, Haley joined us at our table after working the other guys in the small audience for dollar dance tips.
After a nude on stage dance set, Haley pulled her g-string bottom back on and with her top still off, asked Julie and me to join her in a private dance booth for a $50.00 private dance for two. I walked hand and hand with the girls to the corner private booth. The booths are crudely built from plywood with a bench and a curtain door cover for privacy. Haley had Julie’s top, bra and skirt and panties off almost immediately. Haley got her g-string off and me stood up and my pants unbuckled and unzipped. The two nude girls together worked my pants down to my ankles and sat me back down. With Haley on one side and Julie on the other working me, I had my knees spread wide and was really getting hand jacked by both girls while I had one breast in each hand. From a supply shelf in the booth’s corner, Haley reached for a bottle of lube and box of tissue. She lathered the lube on my cock. By now I was super hard as Haley jacked me and I loved it. With lots of lube, Julie started playing with my balls and working my ass and as I tried to relax. Julie was able to enter with her finger and massage my prostrate while Haley jacked my cock. With Haley jacking me off and Julie massaging my ass and prostrate, I came really hard, a nut cracking, emptying blast and almost a losing hearing and eyesight for a moment type of orgasm. Haley used bunches of tissue to keep the mess down as I spurted and shot. As I calmed, Haley used the tissues and wet wipes to clean and freshen up my cock and her hands. Julie appreciated the wet wipes and cleaned up too.
Haley pulled her g-string and bra top on and Julie pulled only her skirt and top on with only a couple buttons buttoned and no bra or panties. She folded her bra and panties and handed them to me to carry. The girls, hand in hand led me out of the booth and back to our table. I was almost weak-kneed after this jack-off experience.
By 11:30 PM the girls were trading makeup hints and fashion hints and showing each other family photos. Haley was admiring Julie’s leather skirt and open blouse outfit and the fact that when Julie crossed and redressed her legs, the skirt rode higher and higher, showing more and more with a couple tables worth of guys keeping their eyes on her and getting really good views. Julie was uncomfortable with these guys staring but loved the attention.
After a dance set, Haley came back to the table and did not put her top back on, only her g-string, and did a long face to face lap dance for Julie. Before the lap dance was done, Julie’s silk top was completely unbuttoned and off to show her breasts and for Haley to chest to chest rub her. The guys in the room were all watching the girls at my table doing the lap dance bare boob-to-boob rub and not watching the AA dancer on stage. The two AA dancers in the club were not too happy. The club owner came over and for a second we were worried that he was upset with Julie having her top off out at a table and distracting business from the other dancers.... but he wasn't....LOL. He offered Julie a job whenever she’d like to work at the club.
Before Haley's 12:00 stage dance set, the girls got their tops on and she and Julie went back to the dancer's SW corner dressing room for a few minutes to freshen up. They came back out, picked music off the jukebox and hand in hand, went to the stage. By the second number, Haley had her and Julie’s tops off and everyone knew that Julie for sure didn't have panties on due to Haley working her dress up and finally taking it off. The 5 guys in the audience and I were standing at the stage rail. I think all 5 guys and I held money out for Julie and Haley to clamp between their breasts to take. Julie kept backing up and dropping the money in on a pile on stage for Haley. Julie was still pretty shy about guys touching her at this point.
I took Julie’s cell phone and motioned the guys and Haley back and took several photos of Julie nude and obviously on a club stage.
During the third number, Haley and Julie both danced nude except for heeled shoes and jewelry while they chatted a bit with us guys at the rail. The girls would step forward to the stage rail to take tips and let the guys touch breasts and more. Julie would look at me questioningly and I would nod approval and she gradually let the guys touch her nipples, rub her ass, etc. Julie and Haley moved back and forth working the guys on the rail for tips. Julie told us guys that exotic dancing was really difficult compared to social dancing and Haley agreed. Later Haley said that it was difficult for her to go dancing with her husband because she was so used to dirty club dancing and would shock people with moves.
Last song over, the girls finished collecting tips at the rail and off stage they went nude, clutching their clothes. Haley got all the money for doing such a good job and helping with Julie. It was a blast watching them. Julie was so flustered getting off the stage that that she clutched her skirt and blouse to her chest and carried them back to our table and sat down nude for a few minutes before dressing. L&L’s owner came back over while Julie was still to remind Julie that she could come to work whenever she wanted that really flattered her. I was impressed with her being so comfortable in the nude visiting with the owner and me.
As usual, I jokingly propositioned Haley to join Julie and me later to play. As usual, she said no, that she was a working girl not into that and had to get home to her family. Once before, she had told me the money was really good and exotic dancing was a good job if the girls didn’t overdo the alcohol and get into drugs or prostitution. Julie got dressed and I went out and started the car and brought her coat back in for her.
Julie was really excited, talkative and animated on our drive back to my house in town. The rest of the evening is another story for another time.
We highly recommend L&L Club in Hooterville, SD. Make contact with us here, and we'd love to try to arrange to meet other couples there during the week (not Fridays or Saturdays) or maybe even a nice single or two....
Julie and Rob
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Julie and I had our first experience checking out an on-premise swing club in London a couple years ago during a week long trip. The London swing club we went to is in the lower level of a large three story old building with a bar/grill on the main level above. When we found the club online before we left the States, we made reservations for a couples’ party and got directions by email messages. Cigarettes are very expensive in Britain, and we were a bit surprised that with the directions on how to find the club from Derek (club mgr) he asked for a carton of duty free Dunhill's as our admission price when he learned we would be coming from the States and going past duty free shops in airports.
The directions that we had before we left the States were basically which underground tube line to go out of the Kensington tube station (near our hotel) on and at which station to get off at with a description of the three story building on street corner a block and a half away from the station with a side street stairway to the building's basement level to the club.
We were in London already on Thursday being the tourists. On Saturday we didn’t do much, rested, ate an early dinner at the hotel restaurant and went back to our room to get ready to leave for the club at about 8:00 PM. Julie left her blond hair down, put makeup on and got dressed. She was really sexy looking with lots of cleavage, no bra, in a very tight very short black cocktail dress with a zippered back. She wore a simple string of pearls and pearl earrings. On the way to the club, she felt she had to wear a long lightweight coat over the short dress and wore flat shoes to be comfortable walking. She would carry a bag with new heels she shopped for and bought in London the day before and would change to her fuck me heels at the club entrance. I wore black pants, dark shirt, loafers and a lightweight jacket.
We had made reservations for the Saturday evening party when it's couples and single women only at the club with no single men allowed. We rode out of a Kensington Park tube station, which was near our hotel. It wasn’t dark yet when we left, and we found the correct station to get off by 8:15 PM. If the area was bad or if the club looked seedy, we would just get back on the tube and head back to our hotel in the Kensington area. We walked the one block and a half as directed and easily found the building and looked around a bit. The area was not the nicest, but was ok being well lit and reasonably clean and safe looking, but it was not dark yet either.
The main level bar/pub in the building looked just fine. We easily found the outside stairs to the basement level at the side of the building. The stairs and stairwell walls were old and I mean old brick and stone, clean and in good repair. A uniformed security man was on a stool at the well lit bottom of the stairs. There were no other people around going into the club, and there was no signage to indicate a club there, so we walked around to the front of the building into the main level bar/pub for a drink and to further discuss going into the club and our rules. We got a table near the pub's front windows and watched the street. We decided we would stick together, no trading of partners, I would continue using condoms and that soft swing would be it. We would look around the club; watch and soft swap play would be OK as long as we both felt comfortable.
At about 8:45 PM a few couples started arriving in front of the pub by cab or on foot and going around the corner of the building towards the club’s stairway entrance location. By the people's ages, dress and shoes, etc., we were sure they were club-goers and looked reasonably nice and normal. At about 9:00 PM we left the pub and followed a couple around the corner to the stairway down to the club.
There were two couples ahead of us in line on the stairs and we saw that the security man at the bottom door entrance was checking a guest list. Guests did have to have reservations and be on the list to get into the club just as Derek had stated by email when we made the reservations. The security man found our names on the list and the note to call Derek. Almost immediately Derek was at the door greeting us and collecting his cigarettes and offering to show us around the club.
Just in the door was a nice vestibule where Julie and I removed coats. Julie sat in a chair and put her heels on. The vestibule had a hatcheck coatroom with two young ladies (Pakistani or Indian) working dressed in black slacks and blouses. We received a locker number to place things with the secured area by the coatroom girls. Derek assured us the area was very secure to leave personal items in the locker behind the counter. Derek said the club’s staff would all be dressed in dark slacks and shirts around the club.
Once in the club with Derek giving the fast tour, we immediately noticed people were better dressed generally than most club goers we see in the States, and that we were about the right age to fit in. The club’s lighting was very nicely done, dim but not too dim to see what was going on in the various areas of the club.
In the first room on the right, a three-piece combo was playing on a low stage area in front of a small dance floor. The walls were lined with chairs and benches and there were four couples on the dance floor. The ladies were definitely dressed in club wear and less.
The next room further back had different erotic films playing projected on screens on three walls with stepped leatherette booth and wide bench seating around the room. There were a couple of nice looking couples standing in the room visiting.
Another room across the hall had stepped levels with 8 or so big bed platforms nicely made up. Some beds were along the walls and two beds were in the middle of the dimly lit room. Each bed had a small basket on a corner with a selection of condoms. Club employees were stationed in a corner of the room. As a couple would leave a bed, the Indian or Pakistani maids in the room would immediately strip the bed and put fresh dark colored sheets on the bed. This was a really nice touch.
The room on the left of the hallway from the coat check had cash full bar area with high stools and a small snack/buffet table at the end of the room. The wall was lined with booths and banquet seating. Tables and chairs filled the area between the booths and the bar. Some of the booths did not have tables so people could easily spread out, play and see and watch each other playing. On one side of a booth without a table, two couples were sitting side by side watching a couple on the other side where the lady was laying back on the bench with her dress pulled up, legs spread and her man finger banging her. Men were standing next to the various women sitting on the stools at the bar watching and visiting. The women on the stools were all showing lots of casually spread legs and bare pussy and watching the action in the room.
Derek had to get back to work, so we moved back over to the dance floor and slow danced with about 5 or 6 other couples on the dance floor as the combo played slow hip to hip grinding music. Many of the men had worked their date's dresses up and even almost off, so several women's bare asses were showing. Other women were already nude or mostly nude on the dance floor. On the dance floor, it was actually pretty comfortable having Rob work my dress hem up over my bare butt to my waist and getting my dress' back zipper down and dress front pulled down to uncover my breasts. Other ladies were showing even more than that on the small dance floor being in the nude with just sandals and jewelry on. When the combo ended a number and started a faster number, we left the dance floor with me pulling my dress up in front and down in back and not zipping up.
We moved to the room with the projectors showing erotic porn, we took a seat and watched other couples, visited and made out for a while with Rob pulling my dress front down and playing with my boobs and nipples. It did not appear that there was much if any partner-trading going on. A nice looking couple took a spot on the bench next to us and struck up a conversation. We really had to listen and had some difficulty with the strong Brit accents. They were regulars at the club and had never met anyone from the States there before. The guys left to get drinks from the bar, so the two of us ladies moved closer together to visit.
When the guys got back, the drinks were set down on table ledges along the wall. The guys stood in front of us to visit. The Brit lady reached out and unzipped her man’s pants. He worked them down for her letting his cock pop straight out. As we visited, she stroked his dick. Rob smiled and unzipped his pants too and his dick popped out too. So here two couples are visiting normally and in very vanilla style while the guys dicks are out and being stroked. The Brit lady reached over and gave Rob a stroke, so I stroked her guy’s cock too. Both of the guys’ cocks and balls were shaved, which was nice. When the Brit lady started sucking her guy’s cock while stoking Rob’s with one hand, I told them we were really new at this and only into soft swing, no full swaps or sucking. We liked being watched and watching people play and have sex though.
After a few minutes of sucking her guy, the Brit lady suggested we all move across the hall to the room with the beds. We all got up and moved to the other room. There were one or two couples on each of 5 beds out of the 8 in the room. The bed platforms were stepped at different levels and each bed had ceiling mounted accent lighting of different colors. Rob helped me out of my dress and heels while the Brit guy did the same for his lady. She was nicely built, small breasts, peaches and cream complexion smoothly shaved too. The guys got out of their clothes and on the bed with us. Rob and I made out and watched the other couple do a quick 69 before they moved to bareback missionary fucking. Watching them, I got really wet while Rob fingered by pussy. Rob rolled over on me knelt between my legs to pull a condom on.
I am really tight and it always takes a little slow effort to relax and get Rob’s cock in for the first fuck of an evening. The other couple stopped fucking for a bit and she commented on Rob using a condom to fuck me. So here we are, two couples side by side slowly fucking missionary style while I feel that I have to explain that Rob and I aren’t married and that I require anyone not my husband use a condom while fucking me. You could just see them thinking about that!
We got back to screwing, and what ever the Brit guy did with his lady next to us on the bed, Rob followed suit and did with me. When she got her legs up on the guy’s shoulders for him to really pound her pussy, Rob did the same with me. When the Brit guy finally came, Rob did too. The interesting thing, an Indian maid was right there in a second with a warm wash cloth and hand towel for each couple and a little container for disposal of Rob’s used condom. We absolutely had never imagined this kind of service at a club and were OK it and appreciated the service.
As we gathered up our clothes and started out of the room, a maid offered each of us a bath towel, which we wrapped around ourselves. The guys took our clothes back to the cloakroom and check the things with the cloakroom girls to be put into our lockers.
We moved back to the dance floor area and put our towels on chair seats before moving to slow dance in the nude. We had never been anywhere when slow nude dancing occurred so this was a first. It was actually very pleasant. I felt a tap on my shoulder and it was the Brit lady tapping to change dance partners with me, which we did.
After a few dances, we took a break and gathered our towels and moved to the bar area. We estimated the club had room for 50 to 60 couples and was half full and maybe a little more. The bar area was about half full of people. Perhaps half of the people in the bar area were now nude or mostly nude by now and with more women than men were nude.
We found a booth without a table and spread out our towels to sit on. The guys were very handsie and kissy. With the two couples facing each other on opposite sides of the booth, girls’ legs were spread and lots of fingering and licking went on. I looked up once and there were 3 couples standing in front of our booth watching us girls with our legs spread wide as our guys finger banged, kissed and licked us. Rob and I simply had never imagined doing something like this with an audience watching, but it felt normal and fun to do here.
A surprise to both of us was how fast time was moving. By now is after midnight. We moved to a table with chairs, put our towels down to sit on and got snacks and drinks. Other people in the club had realized we were from the States and were gathered around the table to meet and visit with us. Later when Rob and I talked on the way back to our hotel, we think we were the new and different meat at the club and some the attention we got from both women and men was borderline predatory and aggressive. Luckily, we had talked this over before hand, didn’t drink too much and stuck to the “rules” we had agreed on.
A bit later, in the bar area, a couple of couples moved to booth seating and had the ladies kneel on the benches with their butts up and out. Various guys in the bar, egged on by their women, got behind the women on the booth seating and did them doggie style standing one guy another in turn. Condom were not being used either. One lady had 3 guys before she quit too tired to stay on her knees and elbows on the booth seat.
Julie and I moved back out towards the dance floor area again. On our way across the hall, we passed the cloakroom again. A nice looking dark complexion man in a suit was checking in with his lady. She was dressed in black robes from head to toe with a black headscarf. We figured this couple were Arabs, which we thought was highly unusual for a club like this. Later we found they were Saudis who attend the club when they were in town. The man and one of the cloakroom girls helped his lady out of the robes and headscarf coverings. She was young and beautiful wearing a very short light colored dress with loose skirt. She had lots of gold jewelry on. Her face was pretty impassive. We don’t think she was too excited to be there.
Rob and I moved back to the dance floor and slow danced and hugged for a couple numbers. We then moved back to the bed area and stood around nude arm in arm and watched a couple different couples fuck. Some ladies are really noisy while being screwed. When I was getting a bit hard again, Julie pulled me over to a bed and down on it. She jacked my cock a few times with her hand and reached for a condom from the selection in the basket at the bed’s corner. I just laid back and she put the condom on and crawled on top of me. Cowgirl style first and when that went well Julie moved around to do reverse cowgirl. A couple moved over and stood next to our bed watching Julie work me with the reverse cowgirl. The lady whispered something in Julie’s ear. Julie shook her head and the couple stepped back a step and continued watching us until Julie orgasmed really hard. I got out from under Julie and got her on her elbows and knees and did her fast and doggie until I came. Holding still until my cock started to go down, I reached down and held the rubber so as not to lose it. Once again the Indian maid was there with warm washcloth, towels and container for the used rubber. WOW, Later, Julie told me the lady had asked permission to join us and she had shook her head no and the couple took no for the answer in good graces.
When we went back to the room with the wall projectors, the Saudi couple was there. He had taken his suit coat off only and was really watching and staring at people in the room. His wife’s short dress was now off. She was simply beautiful nude only in sandals and gold chains with not a blemish sitting next to her husband. Her breasts were prefect and perky, and she wasn’t an ounce overweight. She still had a very impassive look on her face and really was not looking around the room like everyone else was. Rob and I almost felt sorry for her. We think she was the Saudi man’s ticket to get into a couple’s club to see what he could see. We tried to visit with her, but she didn’t speak English.
By now it after 2:00 AM. Time had really gone fast and a number of couples had left already. We got our things from the cloakroom girls and started dressing. Derek stopped to see how we liked the club and ask if he could call a cab for us. We learned the tube had quit running already for the night. Derek called a cab and walked us out to the street to wait for it. I hugged him good-bye and Rob shook his hand. We told him we really had enjoyed the evening at the club and if we were ever back in London, we’d be sure to look him and the club up again.
We got back to our hotel and it was nearly 4:30 AM. We hopped off to bed as in just a few hours we were scheduled on a bus trip out to Bathe and Stonehenge.
We know we probably missed some of our club visit high points. We hope to hear from others who have gone to clubs or resorts with clubs and get their opinions. We enjoyed the London club and actively look for others now. We are thinking Colette Club in NOLA. Readers’ comments are welcome.
Julie and Rob
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The various stories we post here on the site are in no particular time order and are about my friendship and fun with Julie and her older husband Tom. The stories are written out to the best of my recollections. Julie is a really attractive blond, 5’-8” or 9” tall woman in her late 20’s or early 30’s. She is really well built and in shape everywhere. Tom is a very successful businessman and restaurateur in his early to mid 70’s and has been having some health issues.
I travel quite a bit, especially since becoming single a few years ago. The company I work for has several offices and crews based in Iowa, Nebraska, Minnesota and the Dakotas. Me, I am based out of S.E. South Dakota. Working, checking, and managing various projects brings fairly often to the H. area south and G.I. and I80 in central Nebraska.
Recently, I had to be in G.I. early one morning, so I drove down to G.I. the afternoon before. I called Tom and Julie in H. to let them know I’d be in the area. They told me Tom had been doctoring and was not up for fun. I asked if Julie would be interested in meeting at the motel in G.I. They talked it over, and Tom said fine with him if Julie would call him occasionally during the evening and text a few photos to him.
I checked into my usual motel. I like it because it has a nice bar/lounge to one side off the lobby so I don’t have to drive after having a drink. I always try to get a first floor room to the other side off the lobby the other way. I got checked in, settled and walked next door for dinner. I got back to the room and turned MTV on. About 8 PM, Julie called from the parking lot to ask which door to come in to find my room. I asked her to park in front of the lobby entrance, come in, turn right into the hallway, and that my room was the first on the right. I walked out to meet her in the lobby.
Julie was still dressed in chef whites from working at their restaurant, but carrying a small bag and purse. We hugged briefly and she stripped down with me sitting in the chair watching. Into the bathroom she went with her bag to freshen up. Fifteen or 20 minutes later she came out of the bathroom nude and in after 5 PM makeup, string of pearls, pearl earrings, and all primped. I got to sit and watch her dress in a short pleated skirt, no panties, push up bra (which she doesn’t need) and a buttoned blouse tied at her waist to show her flat belly.
When she was ready, I got up and hugged her and out the door we went. We crossed the lobby saying hi to the desk clerk lady who smiled widely. We went into the bar/lounge on the other side of the lobby and walked over to sit in a banquet booth. Julie slid in with lots of leg showing as her short skirt rode up. The nice looking waitress came right over and got our crown and diet coke orders and smiled at Julie’s outfit. As we visited, we both noticed a very young couple (early 20’s) in a corner booth that were almost sitting on each other, laughing and talking animatedly.
When the waitress got back with our drinks, I asked her to get the young couple a round of drinks on me, which she did. As she delivered the drinks to them, they turned, looked at us and raised their glasses to toast us. Awhile later, Julie and I had ordered another drink when the cute young lady got up and headed towards the restroom. Julie got up too and followed her to the restroom.
10 or 15 minutes later, the young lady came back to her boyfriend in the corner booth followed a minute later by Julie. Julie slid back into our booth showing lots of leg and bare pussy. She was chuckling and told me in the rest room she had introduced herself to the young lady before pulling, hiking and adjusting her skirt first with the young lady seeing Julie's bare butt and pussy in the mirror. Then Julie untied her blouse shirttails and adjusted her boobs in the push up bra before re-tying with the young lady watching. Julie said she tried to chat up the young lady who was pretty startled and scuttled out of the women’s room. Julie called her husband to check on him then came back to our booth.
We could see the young couple in the corner booth, heads together talking and glancing at us repeatedly. The young lady was filling in her boyfriend. I could see he was intrigued with what he was hearing. When the nice waitress came by, I ordered up another drink for the young couple. As the waitress/barmaid delivered it, she was smiling as she glanced down at Julie's boobs, bare legs and shaved pussy which were showing nicely by now. Julie and I slid out of our booth and walked over to the corner to say hi and introduce ourselves to the young couple.
The young man, tanned, studly and well built, asked us to sit and join them. Julie slid in next to him and I moved over to sit next to the young lady. Their names were Gwen and Bill; they were dating and not married. She was a bank teller at a drive-up and he works construction. He had been out of town for a couple weeks so they were glad to see each other.
Julie slid in tight to Bill with her thigh tight next to his. He kept glancing down at Julie’s boobs and lower. Julie kept touching his arm and hand as we talked. I was sure her skirt had ridden up really high so Bill was getting quite a look. After trying to visit and chat them up, Julie said since she would be driving home to H. later and that she had better not have a third drink. Looking at me, she said we should go back to our room and get to playing. The young lady about blew her mouth full of wine out her nose as Julie said this. The young guy was grinning stupidly looking at us.
As we slid out of their booth, Julie leaned over, made eye contact with Bill, asked them to join us at our room and gave them the room number. She told them we liked being watched and watching others have sex too. No obligation, but come on over to our room. Gwen, the young lady didn’t say anything and kept looking away and not at us standing there. Bill, the young man looking interested (LOL).
Julie and I settled our tab with the barmaid, tipped her well, said goodnight, and walked out of the bar/lounge. We had to cross the lobby, pass the desk clerk to get to my room. As I opened the door, Julie was already unbuttoning her shirt and skirt. As she stepped out of the skirt, she asked me to go back to the bar and invite the young couple to our room again while she called her husband again to check on him. He asked for photos Julie later told me.
I walked back through the lobby, saying hi to the desk clerk and into the bar. The young couple was still in their corner booth. I walked up and asked them booth again to consider coming to our room. NO obligations, just visit, watch, and do whatever they were comfortable with if they wanted. Bill said they’d think about it and Gwen never made eye contact with me (LOL). I headed back to the room. By this time the desk clerk was really smiling with all this back and forth traffic.
I got the room door open and the bathroom light was on with the door open. One nightstand lamp was on with Julie sitting cross legged and nude on the bed with pulled down covers. She asked how the invitation to Gwen and Bill went as I quickly undressed. I told her I think we scared them and they wouldn’t be over. I had gotten my shirt, shoes, and pants off when we heard a light knock at the door. I walked over to the door in my shorts and peeked out the door’s peek hole. There standing was the young couple. Bill was close to the door, holding Gwen’s hand with her standing back and to the side. She didn’t look too sure of herself being there.
I opened the door and standing in my shorts, invited them in. Bill said hi, thanks for the invite and pulled Gwen along into our room. Stepping out of the little hallway into the main bedroom area, Julie, nude, sitting cross-legged on the bed welcomed them and told them we appreciated them stopping by. Gwen’s eyes about popped out
Bill, still pulling Gwen behind him, walked over to the window area and sat down on the overstuffed chair and Gwen sat down on his lap. I pulled my shorts off and crawled on the bed with Julie. Julie told the couple that we liked being watched and watching others having sex and that it was exciting for us. Julie handed me her phone and asked me to take several photos of her to send to her husband by text message.
By the time I had the photos taken and Julie had sent them while I rubbed and massaged her back and boobs, my cock was hard enough to hunt with! Having the new young clothed couple even fully clothed watching us was really exciting. I slid down and started licking Julie’s pussy and fingered her a bit. She is very tight but got wet quickly. I moved up to fuck her missionary style, knelt between her legs and reached to the nightstand for a condom. Julie helped me get it on.
It took a bit of doing to get the head of my cock started in, as Julie is really tight. She reached over and got a little tube of lube and with that help my dick slid in nicely into Julie’s pussy. Julie is not into lip kissing while fucking men other than her husband. As I stroked her slowly, she heard a click and went nuts, crawling out from under me.
Bill had held up his phone and clicked a picture of Julie and me fucking! Julie jumped out from under me and off the bed. She grabbed Bill’s phone out of his hand and went to the photos and deleted the photo of us fucking. Julie was pissed and really angry at Bill for taking a photo without permission.
After Julie calmed down, she asked Gwen to use Julie’s phone to take some pictures of us once we warmed back up to playing again so Julie could send them to her husband. Julie asked that the photos keep out her and my face out of the picture. Close-ups of fucking were fine, just no faces. Please note that some of the photos are posted on the site in the picture section.
I finally got it up again, in to her pussy, and got to slowly start fucking Julie again missionary style. Before cumming, I stopped and pulled out and got Julie over and up on her knees with a pillow or two under her to help hold her ass high. I slid in pretty well and fucked her hard doggie style. After a bit, I pushed in hard, held deep in place and unloaded filling the rubber’s reservoir end. I stayed in place until my dick started to go down. Holding the full rubber on my cock so as not to lose it, I pulled out, patted Julie’s ass and headed to the bathroom to ditch the rubber and clean up.
In a couple minutes, I came out of the bathroom with a warm washcloth for Julie. Julie was sitting on the edge of the bed watching Bill and Gwen. Gwen, fully dressed with her shirt and bra pulled up and boobs hanging out, was kneeling between Bill’s legs in front of the chair. Bill’s cock was out of his unbuttoned and unzipped pants and sticking straight up. He was using both hands on Gwen’s bare cute little boobs. Gwen and Bill were both working at stroking Bill’s erect cock it with their hands.
Gwen finally gave Bill’s dick a couple kisses and licks before starting suck seriously on it. It took quite a bit of sucking and stroking by Gwen, but Bill finally reached down and held Gwen’s head on his cock while he jacked his cock with his other hand. Gwen was using her hands to jiggle his balls like a pair of dice… Bill stiffened, arched back a bit and started shooting a load. Gwen caught the first couple spurts of cum in her mouth and started to gag. It was too much cum for Gwen, so I tossed a hand towel on Bill’s stomach. Gwen grabbed a towel to catch Bill’s excess spurting cum and to wipe off her face, chin and neck.
Before Gwen was off her knees, she had her bra and shirt pulled down in place. Julie was off the bed and headed to the bathroom. I made uncomfortable small talk with Gwen and Bill as he wiped off and zipped up. Julie sent the new photos on her phone off to her husband at home and came out of the bathroom.
I sat on the bed nude while Julie got dressed in front of Gwen and Bill. Gwen and Julie exchanged phone numbers while I pulled on a shirt and pants. I pulled my shoes on without socks. Within a minute, I was walking Julie, Gwen and Bill out of the room. The desk clerk was smiling at us again. We all said goodbye in the parking lot. I walked Julie over to her car and hugged her goodbye and she left.
I headed back to the room. As I walked through the lobby, the desk clerk was really smiling and she winked at me. At the room, I finished re-dressing and headed back to the bar/lounge for a nightcap drink at midnight.
The barmaid seemed surprised to see me as I sat back down. I was the only customer in the bar. She had seen us talking to Gwen and Bill and had seen me back in talking with them before they had left the bar. I said they all had been over to my room to “visit” a bit. Connie the barmaid just laughed and shook her boobs side to side in face. She told me she enjoyed seeing Julie’s fuck-me outfit. I got one more crown and coke. Connie and the bartender were cleaning up and shutting down for the night, as I was definitely the last patron in the bar by then and they were trying to close up.
Connie kept speaking and flirting with me as she moved around finishing up her work. I bought her and the bartender a last drink too. As I was finishing my drink, I stood up, laid a bill down for the drink and a tip down and turned to say goodnight. Connie was standing there with her drink. I spontaneously ask the bartender and Connie if they’d like to finish their drinks back at my nearby room when they were done closing up. Both laughed. The bartender said “no” that his wife was home waiting for him.
I headed back to my room and started getting ready for bed. There was a light knock on my door. I opened it and there stood Connie with two fresh drinks in her hands. So I invited her in. This is a whole another story for later.
9/15 Robaval
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Please put up with my memory, I need to think hard to get the events in order and how I was taking it all in. That is the trouble with true stories, trying to keep it factual (it would be easy to make up a fantasy but then I would not have lived it now would I)
We are getting near to the hotel. I like the Hilton with the bigger windows. We checked in and J did it with no bra on this whole time, a little wiggle/jiggle through the lobby please. Thank You Honey! We had to work our way to the check-in desk with all the people around. Anyway she was ready to get ready, so we went to the room. It was as they promised. A suite with a bedroom and a sitting area and work and lounge area. I love the layout and the room, I better for the price! The couch and chair by the window (windows not to the floor like I thought), but we will work with it. A chair at the desk and an overstuffed chair on the TV wall. My guess is a 10 person party in here easily. On the other side of the partition wall, not really another room, no doors just a wall to walk around and there are the beds. Two queens and a ton of pillows and a chair again. The bath is OK for us. J goes for the shower right away, and I open all the drapes. I looked at a hotel over there and a office building closer. Not the best but with the lights on they can look across to us.
OK it is New Years Eve and we are in the hotel. J is getting ready so we can get food. A shower and out she comes naked and sits on the couch by the window! She said "I told you to be ready when we got here" and puts her arms out. I walk over and smile as she gives me a great B J right there! It does not take long for my eyes to roll and J does not stop until I am done. Never a mess left when she gives a B J. "OK! that is sex" she said, tomorrow is for making love. Tonight is party time, and some more sex for us. With that she put on the jeans and a T-shirt (NO bra) and off we go to get food. I gotta say I left with boner and I think she knew it too.
We went and ate then stopped for the some beer and a lot of red wine for us. I got the beer for any friends that might show up, the wine was for us. I told her the 6 bottles were for the 3 days we would be there, but I knew better.
I was getting the wine open after dinner in the room and served her some, then sat down and started rubbing her back. She sat forward for me and smiled real big. She did keep looking over her shoulder at me, there was a look of I know what your up to buddy. I didn't even wait, I just lifted her shirt and rub rub rub on her back and her tits. After about 10 minutes I got more wine, she said we better get ready to party, and she gave me big kiss and grabbed my dick! I smiled, but she walked off to put her cloths on for New Years. We planned on just going down to the Capers Bar and get blasted. Well sort of blasted, I wanted to remember things you know. Anyway she came out in the little black dress I love and asked for another wine, The dress is short (for you guys here is the dress description for the rest of the nights fun: above the knee by a couple of inches, low cut under her arms and a deep V almost to the lower part of her tits, it is tight a little above the waist to just below her tits, the skirt hangs loose and flowing to above the knee and above waist.) AND there was no bra strap alongside the little string straps of the dress! She had the long diamond heart necklace on for effect also. So I put on my slacks and shirt to go with the classy lady I brought to the party.
When we were ready I checked her out and by god no bra at all. I knew that cause of how much boob was showing, also the hugs and hand checks. I was not sure if the top of her dress would stand up to a night of dancing, but what the hell, this is going to be fun! We went to the elevator and started to the bar (it is about 10PM and 3/4 of a bottle of wine) Going down to the lobby I was trying to get her to laugh so I tickled her in the ribs, she bent over and there were her tits, the dress would let them fly pretty easy. I told her "I really like that dress"! She said "I know you do and I think I know why you like it so much too" and with that she gave me a wink and a smile.
In the bar were a whole lot of people! We got wine then tried to find a place to sit. There was a place at the bar but only one stool. J sat and I stood behind her. We talked and laughed for a couple of wines. Then she said let's dance, and grabbed my arm and off we went. She danced and I hopped or something like that, for around five songs. We returned to the stool for more wine, but a guy was on the stool. J said excuse me I'll just get our wines and move over. He looked at her (up and down) then just stood up and let her sit back at the stool. J says "thanks" with a big smile and sat down she handed me my drink. We said Hi but he only asked her name and told her he was Carl from the east side of the state. I said Hi I'm C. J., he said Hi and we talked for a while.
J again wanted to dance so off we go. She is feeling no pain and neither am I. Finally, a slow dance! I put my arm around her and she has me around the neck. Rocking and bobbing around the floor. During this my hands start to go lower and lower ( you know this routine right?) I am holding her with hands on each side of her waist as I lower them slowly, little by little, till I have the lower part of her hips/butt in my hands. As we dance I lift her dress from the side. I think but can not tell if I am showing her or not. With the low arm hole and short skirt who knows. She has not stopped me, but I keep them where they are cause it is only 11:25 and there is a lot of night to go. When we get back to the stool Carl is still there (11:40).
She sits on the stool and I stand behind her. More wine please. Anyway, while we are taking a breather I start to rub her shoulders, arms and neck, like I do a lot when I am horny! The wine gave me the guts/stupidity to do this right in the bar with guys next to us. This is when Carl's friend Jessy walks over and Carl introduces him to J (and me a little later), J is the target right now! His eyes were all over us/her as he chatted her up. I continue to rub, she drinks. Carl talks to her. I rub and push the straps forward, she drinks, she talks to Carl. I rub and push the straps a little more. J sips the drink, Jessy talks to her with the bar talk I am sure he is good at using. I am starting to move her string straps forward and off her shoulders just a little and I begin to kiss her shoulders once in awhile. Then after maybe five minutes of this J leans back to give me a kiss and said thanks that feels great.
J then leans forward arms on the bar, she drinks her wine and the dress is very loose because of the straps being off the shoulder. I watch the two guys stare at her tit. I think I know it is a full shot of tit, but I can't be positive from my angle so I reach up and rub her shoulders some more. This time I act a little more drunk than I am and push the straps even more forward and off of her shoulders. J had enough wine to not notice/care right now. I can see her tits through the arm holes from my position behind her so these guys are in heaven as far as I am concerned. She finished the wine turned to me, puts her hand on my (high leg area) and asked for another wine. Carl says "this is on me, J just stay there and I'll get it". She leaned over to him and said "thank You for being a gentleman". Now I can really see tit even in the dim light! When the drinks came I was surprised there was a drink for J AND me. That must be his thank you for 10 minutes of tit showing for both guys and I believe the bartender was happy too.
J wants to dance again so off we go! (11:45) This time Jessy shows up next to us with a local girl I am petty sure, but Carl was nowhere to be seen. I lean in to tell J I am having a ball, She stunned me by saying I am glad you are having fun cause I am too. Anything I can do to help US have more fun? I smiled like I was thinking. Then she put her arms around me and began to do a grind kind of thing up against me with the music, I just followed her around the floor. After a while keeping her grind thing going she leaned away from me and I pulled her back to me. I held her close and lifted the back of her dress with my hands on her back. I could tell the back of the skirt is at least the bottom of her butt cause Jessy looks over and stares at her butt, dances closer to us and then smiles at me.
I figured what the hell, let's go for it. So I pulled some more on the skirt and boy did Jessy's eyes pop! J then moved her hands to my waist while we danced, as she held my butt. This is when Carl asked to dance with J. I looked to her and she made a sad face at me then moved to him a little faster than I would have liked and began slow dancing with him! Holy Shit! They danced to a darker part of the floor and he lowered HIS hands to her butt. He had a good hold on her and began trying to lift the dress. He did raise it up and got hold of bare butt. After a minute of her butt putting on a show she moved away and took hold of his hands to dance fast. He then began to move her in a shimmy type of movement with her hands. This I saw made her boobs shake a lot from side to side and from time to time a nipple would peek out.
He kept that up for a few minutes, it was getting me hard again! But I did want my wife back and went over to dance with her, I had to ask to dance with her because he did not want to give her up! J grabbed my waist/butt and began to grind into me again. This caused her tits to swing around and in and out of the dress, so I thought what will she do if I danced with her and put my arms in the air to the music. As I brought them down I reached and held her tits in my hands for a 5 or so seconds. Then my hands went back into the air and began to move to the music again. Slowly I brought them down to reach for her tits again for a few more seconds this time and back up! J looked up and leaned in to me, as she began to speak in my ear I thought "here goes" but, I what I heard was "Chicken?" with a smile/wink she leaned back and pushed her chest at me.
The floor was full of drunk people dancing, Then there was Carl and Jessy with us. They were both dancing right next to us with some not so hot "ladies". Holy shit here I go. Something I love to think about everyday, but this is real! She is pushing her top at me waiting to see what I'll do. So I held her tits for about five seconds and let go. Carl did a yelp so I know he saw me. J mouthed the word chicken to me! I again looked around and all the drunks are dancing, so I pulled her to me and began to pull up the back of her skirt. J leaned way back again and again mouthed "chicken" with that evil smile. She is holding my ass pretty tight and pushing her chest at me. So what's a drunk to do? I held her tits in my hands for a few more seconds and then moved one hand to the inside of her top and rubbed her nipple and boob. Then everyone began counting down to the New Year, 10 9 8 and so on. At Happy New Year J kissed me hard and touched my crouch pretty much all over. So again, what's a guy to do? I reached inside her dress for both tits and got a great reaction from J. She pushed into my crouch again and smiled huge! This is when I really loved those tits. Her dress is really loosening up on top now. I just brushed her top aside and there the girls were out in the open so easily I almost left them out but thought better of it.
It was time for the champagne, here comes Carl with the drinks. I get one, and it turns J is going to get it fed to her by Jessy and Carl. They each had one for her. Carl said she can have it but she needs to work for it. J rolled her eyes and said what? Carl just wanted two dances. J said sure and I suppose Jessy wants a couple of dances too? They both took turns feeding her the drinks. Jessy spilled some drink on her dress, but was quick to reach in and clean her up. They both stood ready to dance (all four of the two guys heads were ready from what I saw, OK this is fun but scary too.). I followed them to the far side of the dance floor where it was darker. I think there is a plan here, have these two done this before? All the music was in-between fast and slow for the drunks running around, so the boys went for a "modified slow group dance position" is the best I can describe; Carl in front and Jessy in back. The three of them swayed back and forth together for most of the song. Carl had his hands on her butt and pulling up on the skirt, Jessy had his hands around her waist from behind. He began to move one hand up slowly toward her right tit locker, and then the other hand moved inside the other tit locker. I was VERY ready for J to stop them, but she just looked at me and smiled with her hands in the air! Dance and smile, dance and a glazed smile.
After the first dance both boys (I think they were around 30) switched places while J put herself back together. Carl was ready from behind and went straight for the tit lockers. J moved his hands back to her waist the (the guy just doesn't get it I was thinking), Jessy slid his hands high up to her hands and brought them down to her side. While Jessy had his arms over hers and moved his hands around to her back. In this position J's arms down under Jessy's arms and rocking to the pretty loud music J gets her arms to Jessy's hip, that seems to be the best she can do right now. In this slow dance rocking thing Carl starts moving again. Carl got his hand up to J's tits and moving inside her top. Once there Jessy was trying to get behind with his hands so Carl moved enough for Jessy to have access to her back side without losing her tits. Jessy has her hands at her side and has her arms under his arms as he reached around to the back of her dress.
I thought I had better take her back to the room but my hard dick said let it go on some more. She seems to be having fun and it must be for me that she is doing this?
J is just smiling and sort of looking around the floor till she sees me; big smile and mouths "I love you". Now how can I get mad at that? The girl Jessy was dancing with comes up to me and grabs me to dance with her. I danced with her and to get us the 10 feet needed to be next to J and her boys. I see Carl's hands moving around on J's tits, I also see Jessy's hand slowly moving up to the hooks on the back of her dress. He undoes the top 2 hooks, only 2 left. This is making her dress really loose on her body. I reached over and stopped Jessy's hand. He just shrugged and grabbed her butt, then he reached into one tit locker sharing with Carl, the other hand was trying to do what looked like finger her from behind. All three looked pretty out of it. I am going to have to be the grown up here! (12:45)
When the music stopped I grabbed J and headed back to our stool at the bar. The boys followed like little dogs following food. Then the one girl came up and said we can have a booth over there, come on over! J was not in complete control but wanted to go to the booth, I know better but the wine has me horny as hell, here we go for better or worse. J's dress is a mess, her tits were showing a lot, her dress has slipped down about 4 or 5 inches cause of the top hooks being loosened and this of course brings the whole top lower. The thin straps are down on her arms hanging near her elbows also, the narrow part of her top what ever you call the triangle part over her tits is just above her nipples now and this leaves the side of her tits hanging out also. I must say I loved that look, she was decent as far as nudity goes to be in public, but just barely! We head over to the darker area the booth is in. J doesn't walk strait anymore, tit out, tit in all the way! By now some of the guys that don't have date yet are watching all this. As we get close I notice the booth on either side of ours is guys only.
Anyway when I got to the booth J was sat between the boys and I between the girl and Carl. I was not liking this much but that hand on my dick where did it come from? Then J got up and sat next to me! She smiled really big and grabbed my crouch, she got a funny look on her when she found another hand on me. J leaned forward to ask me a question "are you OK with this cause I love all this partying tonight, The boys are harmless and I want to have more fun in here" then she looked at the girl and said "I guess you are OK without me for a couple of minutes" and moved back to the boys' seat. This let the girl continue her work.
I took the opportunity to ask Carl how old they were. He said 21 and 22. Still in school and on Dad's dime. Then he said "don't you just love this party?" Carl then pushed everyone but me and the girl over to the other side of the booth. This put Jessy next to the dance floor, J next to him and Carl next to J. On my side the blond was next to the dance floor then me. I am getting a...I don't know what to call a Jack Off on the outside of my pants. This keeping me in my place pretty well. (1:15)
On the other side of the booth Jessy is returning with a couple of drinks and four wines! J takes one of the wines and drinks some, more than she would normally (no surprise there). Jessy puts his arm around J as he sits down next to her, This makes Carl move his arm a little to the side. At the booth behind them I see four heads just over the top and watching the boys and J. They are nudging each other and laughing like drunks at a party ( I guess thy are drunks at a party). One of the guys leans over and says something to Carl while he gets a good look at her tits in the dress, then Carl says something to J and she looks at the guys behind them. The one guy gives her a shot glass of something, Up goes her head and the drink goes down pretty fast, she shook her head like it was strong. This upset the balance of clothing she was wearing, needless to say her left tit is now completely out! while J is drinking the blond is getting my zipper moved down so I don't dare move to help J.
Jessy's hand moves J forward a little to get his arm and hand around behind her back and he reach under her arm and cups her exposed tit! This holds her dress down for him and makes the other breast available pretty easily. He begins rubbing her like I do! (This is what J loves! Oh my!) I see Carl lean back to the booth behind them and say something to the same guys , who smiles and shakes his head yes. The booth guys reached over to Jessy's hand and moved him away then he began rubbing J's boob! Jessy just pushed her a little forward and started on the other boob,Now we have a new guy on J's body!
This gets me worried and I move to get up, that is when the blond gets my dick all the way out and starts jacking me for real! At this point J looks at me and again mouths "I love you" from across the booth! She is pretty drunk but seems to know what is happening.
Carl has been quiet for a while. I start thinking where have his hands been all this time? J has got that LOOK and I have been getting jacked so I have missed one of the big moves of the night! I am thinking let's get out of here and lean forward. Just then the blond pushed me back and put her mouth on my dick. She is just licking but WOW!
We are way in the back in a booth. I have a blond I do not know licking my dick. J has Jessy on one tit and a guy from the booth behind her on the other boob! Carl I think is fingering J or maybe she is jacking him, can't tell. She is smiling at Carl a lot now. J leaned over and gave him a quick kiss and smile. At this point I see her lean back against the booth and both her arms drop to her side just like that. I think she has both crotches covered at this point! This surreal to me.
When J closed her eyes and put her head back on the seat the guy from behind got up from his knees and tried to kiss J from the other booth. She opened her eyes and pushed him away, then took his hand off her boob and tried to cover up. Then her hands went back to the guys, both guys looked angry at the other kid.
I thought that's it and started to get up, that's when the blond went down on me like WOW again WOW! OK I am thinking she is trying to keep me here and J is not being hurt, in fact she seems to like it so far. These are young dudes and they like it so let's give it another few minutes.............we'll see what comes of it so to speak.
J opened her eyes and looked at me, I nodded at the blond on my dick. J smiled and again mouthed " I love you" and lifted both her hands so I could see them, That caused Carl and Jessy to look at her and pull her arms back down! OK now I know for sure what she is doing, but so did the "boys" behind her. It got busy over there as one boy after another reach for some tit then another would move him and get some, she was busy and they knew it! At this point her eyes were closed and she did not care till one of them hurt her boob! She spun around and told them to fuck off! Leave my tits alone! Carl and Jessy told them also, then we all got back to whatever they/we were doing before.
After a couple of minutes I came and wanted to leave. J was not finished with her new friend. She said I'll do what you want but these guys are fun, Can I keep them for the night please? All this as we stood in plain site on the dance floor by the booth. The guys were putting her dress straps back up to keep the police from bothering us I believe. Her dress was hanging loose but it was on her body. As we talked the asshole from the other booth came up behind us and reach into her dress. J rolled her eyes and told him to get a doll and go away! Carl said to me, "Guy we had a good time. but it is up to you two to make that call." I looked at J with a question on my face, she said "it is OK you got a B J right here! In fact you can bring her up also"(1:50)
I asked Carl what he thought about all this? Carl told me that J was too pretty to be around the slut that blew me. Leave her behind for the other booth. That sounded great to me! I asked Carl a question "This is for drinks only, will both of you do and stop when I say or J says?" Carl's answer was "Both of us? Me AND Jessy! Hell YES!" At this point J grabbed both guys around the waist. This again let one of the boobs loose. Both guys put their arms around her shoulders, and it was Jessy that got the boob! Crossing the lobby no one could see her boob was out! In the elevator I got in front of J. She had her hands around on the boys' waists and they had her shoulder. I smiled real big and took both boobs out and began to suck on them both. "Guys these are for me only tonight", then we all smiled.
I may have to make small changes but it basically as it happen up to this point anyway.
Enjoy as much as I did!
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As I watched the video for the second time in slow motion I got a better view of the woman's face and was amazed at her resemblance to my wife!!! On about the third viewing I got curious and turned on the sound for the first time. The audio was obscured like the video by a loud playing classical music piece, Carmina Burana, which is itself associated with a celebration of hedonism. However, through all the noise I could still make out their voices at low levels. I listened to them carefully and that's when I recognized the husky feminine voice that was my wife's.
When I heard that I immediately set about downloading the video to my desktop where I began processing it using my various software programs to clean up the video and audio and more completely examine the details.
The more I viewed and listened to the video to appreciate the details, the more convinced I became, that I was indeed watching my wife getting fucked by a well-hung younger guy.
The dialog seemed stilted; like two people fucking for the first time. The guy kept asking for confirmation and the woman seemed quite nervous and perhaps even a bit afraid. But, regardless of their discomfort, both the young man and the older woman were definitely enjoying some serious animal fucking.
With the video on my desktop and complete control, I was able to take my time to adjust the sound and pull out the dialog, which follows.
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As the video starts, it seems the young man has just pressed his cock into my wife's pussy and is getting positioned to do some hard fucking. His first comment seems to confirm my assumption.
He was honest, but in an awkward manner remarked on my wife's pussy, saying, "This is..." and after pausing a long second or so added, "......a loose pussy!"
Now that comment let me know he had only just penetrated her when the video began and perhaps that this was only the first time he had every fucked my wife. My wife's pussy is always wet and loose when she gets aroused. She starts out tight and dry but rapidly gets very wet and very loose as she gets turned on. And, nothing seems to turn her on more than a good fantasy story about some young guy with a big cock seducing her right in front of me. Go figure?!?!?
I suppose this stud had found my wife's hot buttons, because he had managed to get her completely undressed and really very worked up before pushing his big thick cock into her pussy.
As his balls kept slapping my wife's ass, she responded to his comment on her pussy in a whisper, asking simply, "Is it?"
I figure she was whispering because she was nervous as hell and unsure of herself at this point. She was in an insane situation for a little church girl; laying naked underneath a naked man other than her husband. I bet it also crossed her mind that I had told her many times how much I enjoyed her pussy because it gets so very wet and so very loose!
Her stud still wasn't sure and asked, "Are you sure this is enough cock for you?"
To which she quickly answered in a husky voice, "I think so!"
That was an odd cautious response to his question, which hinted at how nervous she was at that point.
He responded, "Yeah?" as if he was still a little unsure of himself.
I'm not as thick as her young lover, but I'm fairly thick. However, my wife's pussy gets so wet and so loose that she sometimes comments that she can't feel me inside her. The fucking she was getting from her young lover was different; he was so well-endowed. The only thing that would make her hesitate would be that she was very nervous as he HAMMERED HER PUSSY!!!
She seemed to snap out of her trance a half minute further into the video she remarked, "Oh yes! This is good!" She was breathless! She was reassuring her young lover. She was feeling the burning in her stretched pussy from the girth of his thick cock! She was feeling stabbing pressure down deep inside her where she'd never felt a cock! She was losing control of her senses!
He hardly had breath to reply, "OK!!!"
They then went into a long series of, "Ohs and Ahs and Aws" until he broke the string of animal sounds to remark, "I'm gonna cum for you!" He said that as if his hot cum was a reward for her sexuality.
She didn't respond audibly, but my wife has great hands! She rewarded her young lover by moving her left hand to gingerly wrap around the base of his cock; grasping as much of his thickness as she could. She then set aside a cell phone, iPod or something from her right hand and placed it on the flat of her stomach just above her natural pussy. My wife has learned that she likes the sensation of pressure on her stomach during foreplay and penetration because she says it heightens the sensations of arousal and penetration. I have no idea how she learned that.
Hearing no response from my wife on his announcement that he was, "gonna cum" for her, he tightened up his pounding and drove his cock deeper telling me he was indeed about to cum. Then, as if asking for final permission, he asked, "You want my cum?"
My wife loudly and this time enthusiastically responded, "OH YEAH!"
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That's what was on the video that's posted on the Internet for everyone to see.
I only regret the posted video segment was edited leaving out the sexy foreplay as well as the final climax to their fucking. I would have loved watching him seduce her, overcoming her resistance to the point that he removed all her clothing (except for her sport socks). She's so very very modest. I would've also enjoyed watching and hearing them finish; hearing her scream as she often does and watching him pump so much of his hot cum into her that it dribbled out of her wet and loose pussy and down her ass!
My only hope is that the beginning and ending portions of the video will eventually surface on the Internet. Who knows? Maybe the young man kept the original footage, will read this story and will take pity on the poor horny husband he made a cuckold by posting the entire unedited hour of video for me to see?!?!?!
If any of you should find these lost foreplay and climax portions of the video, PLEASE LET ME KNOW WHERE TO FIND THEM!
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First Time at Club
By Guest, in Exhibitionist & Voyeur,
A little quick intro about us. We are both Hispanic, married about 15 years. M-49, F-48 BBW nice big boobs. Before we were married we experimented with MFM just a few times, she loved and I loved watching her getting fucked, but other male moved on and we never pursued it(I will add this story later on when I back track).
So fast forward to the present. I had asked her if she really wanted to go. I knew we had to prepare as we had never been to anything like this before. We went out got some nice clothes. Nothing slutty, just some new tight jeans and a low cut top to show a little. She is very shy when it comes to showing off her boobs.. Also, some liquor as this club was a byob and sex on premises. We had already agreed that we were just "looking" and that we were not hooking up with anyone (but I went and got rubbers just in case, as I did not know for sure if they would supply some there or not, but it was better to be prepared, oh and yes they did provided free rubbers).
We got dressed and went to the Club, it was a good thirty minute drive away. When we were getting closer she started asking me if I really wanted to do this and why I was so interested in this lifestyle (she did not consider the previous MFM "swinging" as it only happened about three times and it was with the same guy which she already knew from a previous relationship). I told her yes but mostly I wanted to see what the club was like (yeah right, I wanted to see her fucking others).
As we approached the club early around 9 p.m., there were not too many cars in the parking lot. I had wanted to get there a little early because I did not want to be waiting in a line to put in my application (as a members only club you have to put in an application). That was a short processes and we walked into the club. Except for maybe a few regulars hanging at the bar (about 4 couples) it was just us. We were thinking maybe we came in a little too early. We drank, enjoyed the music, would have loved to dance, but nobody else was. The club itself was rather nice, big dance floor, and off to the side you could see a door way with curtains but we were not brave enough yet to see what was behind them.
After some time went by, a few more couples showed up but not much more; there were many empty tables. There was a very cute couple sitting at one of the tables. They got up and went to the back. Soon midnight was coming, and we were feeling good from the drinks, we decide to see what was behind the curtains. As we went past them, we were greeted by a nice, very friendly woman. She asked us if we wanted a room (which were really open cubicles with curtains covering the entrance) we said we were new and just wanted to see what was back here, she said "oh, they did not give you the tour? let me show you what we have". They had an exhibition room where you could be seen or just watch, a swing for some fancy fucking, and the cubicles which she showed us. As we passed by them to the big cubicle you could see a few people already in some of them having their fun. As we got to the larger room which was empty at the time, I saw the couple from earlier in one of the rooms, she was riding him and it looked hot.
We proceeded to go back toward the entrance, but before we went back to the dance area I asked my wife if she want to go to one of the cubicles. To my surprise, she said yes. I let her lead the way, and to my amazement or luck she picked the cubicle across from the couple. I could see he was still laying down and she was lying on top grinding on him. She had the nicest round ass I had ever seen. You could hear them fucking, it was a major turn and I got hard right away. I started taking off my shirt and she was just lying on the bed with all her clothes on. She looked at me and said "I am not taking off my clothes". So here I am shirtless, with a hard on, thinking "what the hell". I pulled my pants down to my hips with my dick sticking out, thinking "what the hell, you can at least suck my dick" (which I might add she does very well and loves to do it AND loves the taste of cum.... yes loves it).
After what seemed like forever of the best exhibition blow job ( you could hear people walking by, and other cubicles fucking), she started get horny from all that cock sucking. Boom all her clothes came off and the rest of mine. She was so wet, she started to ride me as I just laid down. She would pull forward and her nice big boobs would come right down to my mouth as I sucked on them. After a while of that and she tired out, I bent her over doggy and proceeded to fuck her hard. We did not know that there was an early "closing" time and I did not get to cum in her. BUT, when we got home, I continued to fuck her.
On the way home I had asked her what she thought and whether she enjoyed it. I was so hyped up I was like a kid with a new toy. I continued to ask her if she wanted to come back again tomorrow, she stated she would be okay with it. But, did not seem as excited as me. We did end up coming back reluctantly and hooking up for some soft swing with another couple which was great!!!!
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Have you ever wondered how you would spend your last hours on Earth? Now imagine that the world is going to be destroyed it's everyone's last hours on Earth. Where would you be when it happened? Who would you be with? What would you do? This is the story of one man and what he did when he found out that the 'End Of The World' was coming. I hope you enjoy it.
Chapter One - "Restaurants"
"Bruce, can you see that couple sitting in the corner booth from where you are?" Teresa, my date, asked.
She took a sip from her wine glass and then carefully set it back onto the white linen table cloth.
Teresa, because she was sitting between the couple and me, was blocking my line of sight. I couldn't see and told her so.
"No, you're obstructing my view."
We were in a small, family operated, Italian restaurant having dinner. Candles providing the only light, it was dark inside. There were two rows of booths which ran down a single long isle from the front to the rear of the restaurant. Our booth was near the back. Except for one other couple sitting in the very back of the restaurant, other than the employees, the place was empty. It was our third date.The first one had been a movie and the second a concert.
I asked, "Are they celebrities?"I don't know why I asked.
"I'm not sure." Almost hypnotically, her eyes were transfixed on them. She started to say something,
"They're... he's... oh my! You've got to see this."
She had me curious, "Why? What are they doing?"
Teresa moved to her left slightly.
"There, can you see them now?"
The couple's reflection appeared in the mirror. While I couldn't quite make out their faces, I could tell it was a man and a woman. He was Caucasian and she Hispanic. From what I could tell in the near darkness, they were kissing. It looked as if her tongue was in his mouth. "Yes, that's better."
"Is that his left hand on her breast?" Teresa inquired. She seemed fascinated
It was.
"It looks like it to me."
I watched them for a few seconds. The show they were putting on was very arousing.
"What's that he's doing now?" Teresa asked.
It felt as if I were spying on them. "He appears to be lowering his left hand."
"Why?"
I wasn't sure. "I think so he can..."
"... pull up her dress?" Teresa finished for me. Forgetting about our meal, like voyeurs we both continued watching the show "Look! She's not wearing any panties!"
I could see but, did not respond. The man was moving his right hand between his date's legs.
"Now what's he going to do?"
I decided to be diplomatic and suggested, "Do you want to leave?"
"Not unless you do. We're all adults here As far as I'm concerned, what they do is their own business." She paused. I assumed it was to give me time to consider what she'd said. "How do you feel about it? Do you want to leave?"
Grinning, I told her, "I think we got twice our money's worth."
"I don't follow you?"
I explained, "Not only are we having dinner but, we're got a couple of real swingers giving us a live action performance of 'Sex And The City' at the same time!"
Teresa looked at me strangely. It was a look that told me I'd said something that surprised her.
"Do you really think they're swingers?" She said almost expressionlessly.
I admitted, "I don't know. It's possible. If they were, they certainly wouldn't broadcast it though."
"Would you?"
When she asked it, I had been paying more attention to the couple in the corner than I was to our conversation and didn't understand the question. I asked, "Would I what?"
"Would you broadcast it? I mean, if you were a swinger, would you tell anyone."
There are critical times in a person's life when if they say the wrong thing, it can change their life forever. Something told me this was one of them.] "Not in this day and age."
"Why's that?"
Trying to focus on our conversation, I explained, "Because this is the 'Land of the Free and Home of the Brave'. What it really means is that you're 'Free' to go along with the majority unless you're 'Brave' enough to do otherwise."
She said nothing. Just when I thought I'd offended her she began speaking again.
"Bruce, do you like to 'Party'?" Her eyes were upon me.
I looked at her and replied, "Sure... but only with the right people."
"Do you think you would enjoy partying with me?"
I was ready for a night out on the town. "I'd love to." Then I asked, "Do you know any good clubs?"
"There is a 'European Style' club I go to for a little 'Fun and Games' every other weekend. It's not a commercial establishment or 'Party House'. It's a private club. This couple I know likes to 'Entertain' in their home. They have lots of amenities which they make sure are kept 'Safe' for everyone."
I grinned, "Better safe than sorry."
"Especially when sorry means dead or worse." She agreed.
About that time, the man in the corner opened his date's blouse enough to fully expose his date's left breast and began sucking it with complete abandon. Her head was tilted backwards and was resting against the back of the booth. With a look of pure ecstasy on her face she opened her eyes, looked directly at me and smiled. Feeling like a kid who'd been caught looking in his neighbor's window, I smiled and quickly turned my attention to what Teresa was saying.
"All the club's members are nice, 'Clean', friendly people. We're very selective and, we won't invite someone back if we find out that the drink too much or do drugs. If what you're looking for is a place to dance, play a few games and enjoy the 'Indoor Sports', then our club is the place to do it.
There was a brief pause during which I thought I heard a woman moan several times. "Do you have any plans next weekend?"
To me, the way Teresa had described it, the place sounded like a nice place where friends gathered for conversation and relaxation. "I'm completely free. Who is driving whom up or, are we going separately?"
"Great! I was hoping you'd say that. It's way out in Harris County, I'll pick you up and show you how to get there."
I stole a peek at the couple in the corner. It appeared as if the woman was unzipping her date's fly.
"By the way, just so you won't be too surprised when you get there, a few of our members are into the 'Arts'.& ; One of them, her name is Annette, likes 'Greek' and Cheryl..."& ; Teresa raised her eyebrows suddenly. It looked to me like the man was getting a hand-job.
Not as distracted as Teresa was, I asked,
"Cheryl from work?"
"The very same. She really loves showing off her 'French'."
'So Cheryl is bilingual!' I thought to myself and expressed my surprise to Teresa. "I didn't know that about her."
"Only a few people at work do."
It struck me strange at the time. The company paid good money to people who could speak more than one language. But, I didn't bother to ask Teresa about it. I glanced back over at the impassioned couple once more. From what I could see, the man had moved and was sitting with his back in the corner of the booth. His female companion was bending down with her head between his legs. Trying to keep up my end of the conversation, I said to Teresa, "I learned a little Latin when I was in high school. I haven't had much opportunity to practice it lately though. Clara, my ex-girlfriend, knew one language and that was English."
"That was her loss. I can promise you that you'll have plenty of opportunities to expand your Latin 'vocabulary' at the party."
Teresa went on to tell me that the club's owners were planning something really special this weekend and that she'd send me an email with all the details. When we left the restaurant that night, the man in the corner booth was under the table with his face between his date's legs. I don't think I need to tell you what he was doing there.
My date with Teresa was Thursday night. That Friday I was to start my annual two week vacation.& ; Teresa new this and she was very understanding when I explained to her that, in order to keep from having to come in on my day off, I had to be at work early the next morning. I dropped her off at her apartment. Thus ended our third date. Like our previous dates, it ended with nothing more romantic happening than an extremely enjoyable goodnight kiss, not counting the two love-birds in the corner that is. It seemed like a good start. There had been a lot of communication and I thought I was beginning to know her. I was wrong.
Chapter Two - "Ralph"
Before I go any further with this little tale, let me tell you more about myself. My name is Bruce Farrell. In appearance, I'm what you could describe as being 'nondescript'. In other words I'm so average the only way I'd stand out in a crowd is if everyone else were lying down. I'm 5'9" tall, have brown hair, brown eyes, weigh about 200 pounds, have a goatee, and wear bifocals. I'm also fifty years young.
One last thing about me before I continue on, like a lot of men, I'm not hung like a porn star. No revelation there right? Clara told me that my dick isn't as small as breakfast link nor as big as a polish sausage. I guess that was her way of saying that I was average down there too. For those of you who are interested, she also said my family jewels are bigger than toy marbles but smaller than tennis balls. Clara once compared my 'package' to a 6 inch bratwurst and a couple of furry golf ball sized flesh covered meat balls. She had a flair for culinary references. That's enough about me. Now, I'll tell you some more about Teresa. Teresa, to be more specific Teresa Angelica Gentry, is in my humble opinion one of the two most attractive women I know. She's forty-five years old, 5'8" tall, has auburn hair, green eyes, and a wonderfully curvy figure. The only other woman I know who even comes close to holding a candle to her is Cheryl Sloan. Yes, that's the same Cheryl she was talking about earlier.
Since anything else I could say about either of them wouldn't be relevant, I'll get back to my story now...
As I said, that Saturday I started my vacation and was really looking forward to the rest and relaxation that comes with it. Hoping to see Teresa before the party, I tried to call her. Her phone service had been disconnected. It was the only number she'd given me so, given the circumstances; all I could do was wait for her to contact me. When two days later I still hadn't heard from her, I decided that despite what she'd said that night Teresa didn't want to see me. For the life of me though, I couldn't figure out why?
To my delight, two days later I received an email from her. It was short. All it said was when the party was and what time she'd be by to pick me up. The rest of the week seemed to pass by with the speed of molasses after that. I guess it was because I had something to look forward to. Eventually though, the day of the party finally did arrive.
The forecast for Columbus Georgia, which is where I live, was for clear skies and high heat. It was not to be the best day for yard-work, but wasn't going to be the worst either. Having overslept, I didn't get started until almost 11:00. As the weatherman had predicted, there wasn't a cloud in the sky above me and the heat was raising fast. Two hours later, I was sweating like an Eskimo in a desert. An hour after that my tee-shirt was soaked; my underpants were drenched; and my socks were so wet that they made a 'squishing' sound every time I took a step. What I didn't know at the time was that my shorts had dark sweat stains in some of the most embarrassing places you can imagine.
Hoping to be finished by 5:00, I skipped lunch and kept working. As I had planned, by 4:00 PM the lawn was cut, the sidewalk had been edged, and the hedges were trimmed. I was almost finished, which was a good thing because I was tired as hell. I had one thing left to do... take care of 'Ralph', the bush, immediately outside my office window. I'd saved the worst for last.
The house I own is a three bedroom ranch-style home located in one of the city's better middle income sub-divisions. It was a spoil of war left over from my divorce and one of the few things I had to show for four years of marriage. I had been lucky in that, at the time of my divorce eight years earlier, there wasn't much equity in the place and the payments were too high for my ex-wife to afford. She let me have it and along with it custody of 'Ralph'.
What was supposed to be the front bedroom, and is now my office has a fantastic bay window facing the front of the house. The window usually provides me a relatively unobstructed view of both the walkway to my front door, and most of the driveway leading to my double-wide garage. I say relatively because 'Ralph', who is actually an unusually healthy wintergreen boxwood bush, lives right outside the window and was once again blocking my view. If it's any interest to you, I named him after the asshole contractor who built my sub-division.
'Ralph', the asshole contractor, left for me a host of architectural defects resulting from the cheap labor and shoddy materials used during construction of my house. Not content with simply taking his money and running, 'Ralph' the contractor left 'Ralph' the bush for me to deal with. I took it as a parting 'FUCK YOU' gift for me... so began the game.
Every year 'Ralph', the bush, and I had this little game the two of us would play. It's called who can piss the other off the most and it goes like this...
While I was busy working my ass off making sure 'Ralph the Bush' would have a place to stay, he would work just as hard growing so I'd be forced to use part of my precious free time, (in this case my vacation) knocking him back down to size. Unfortunately, after twelve years, the score was 'Ralph the Bush' 12, me 0. That day, I had wasted yet another half hour of my life trying to take him down a peg (or rather to a peg) when I looked down at him and was overcome by a horrible feeling of déjà vu. Something in me must have snapped because I turned suddenly herbicidal and out came the weed and grass killer. I keep it for those times when I'm too busy working weekends and can't find anyone to cut the grass. Hoping to drown him in a puddle of poisonous pesticide, I systematically saturated him with an entire gallon of the lethal liquid. With a look of sadistic glee on my face, I looked down at 'Ralph' as if expecting to hear him cry out in agony. He didn't! Instead, of begging for mercy or screaming from pain he just sat there in mocking silence. To say I became angry would have been the understatement of the century. I had murder in my eyes. I went into my garage and began looking for something... anything... with which to send 'Ralph' to whatever afterlife it is that dead plants go so he could meet the proverbial 'Burning Bush' personally.
Five minutes later, I came back carrying a trash-bag containing everything that was even remotely toxic in my garage; and then, one at a time, I maliciously emptied the contents of every container in the bag onto 'Ralph'. The last thing I remember pouring on him was a bottle of white shoe polish. Don't ask me how it had ended up in my garage, I have no idea! Anyway, by the time the last bottle was emptied, 'Ralph' was covered with enough rat-poison, snake killer, motor oil, transmission fluid, bug spray, window cleaner, hand cleaner, tire cleaner, bleach and yes, shoe polish, to kill a small city.
"Scream you bastard!" I said yelled furiously. Nothing! Defiant to the end, he didn't even groan! I fetched my garden-hose, turned on the water, and from five feet away, threw a match on 'Ralph'. First there was a loud puffing sound. That was followed by a kind of crackling snapping noise. Next, flames, accompanied by thick black smoke, suddenly rose six feet up into the air. "Now what do you have to say?" His response wasn't what I expected. "Oh shit!" I yelled as I watched him expand suddenly upwards into a topiary towering inferno of flames that was twice my height. I turned the hose on him and attempted to put out the fire. When after several seconds, it didn't go out; I remembered that water doesn't work on an oil fire. After I realized my mistake, I made a mad dash back into my garage and grabbed the bucket of sand I kept there in the event I ever had a grease fire in the kitchen. I then ran back to the pyrotechnic pile of pulp that used to be 'Ralph' and, bending as low as I could without getting roasted myself, threw the entire contents of the bucket directly onto the base of the fire. It worked and the fire was smothered instantly. I picked up my useless hose and stood vigil for several minutes as I wondered to myself what I was going to do if 'Ralph' burst back into flames. I was all out of sand. Looking back on the event, I can honestly say that I was lucky I didn't kill myself with toxic fumes from all the chemicals I'd mixed. Anyway, ten minutes later I hosed off my victim and assessed the damage.
"NO FUCKING WAY!" I yelled.
Other than being devoid of leaves and slightly charred on the outside, my botanical foe looked no worse for the wear! Enraged beyond words and disappointed beyond disbelief, I began trying to figure out whether or not the bumper on my Mini Cooper would take the strain of having a chain hooked to it. The other end of which I intended to attach to 'Ralph' so I could pull his antagonizing ass out of the ground. I suddenly got this all too vivid mental image of me driving down the street in a bumper-less Mini. In my rear-view mirror I could see 'Ralph' right where I'd left him. He was using one limb to give me the finger while another twirled the chain with my bumper attached to it through the air like a piece of 'bling' he'd just taken off a fallen foe in a street fight. "Drink this!" I was startled by a voice behind me It belonged to Mrs. Watkins, one of my next door neighbors. She was a retired nurse.
I had been so busy trying to exterminate 'Ralph' that I hadn't heard her come up behind me. In her left hand she held a large glass of what appeared to be cold water and no ice.
I looked at her. "Huh?"
"Drink this." She said and handed me the glass.
Not wanting to argue with her, and being absolutely parched, I did as she asked. When I finished she asked me, "Can I see your hose for a minute?"
Not thinking, I handed it to her. Without saying a word she aimed the hose at me and turned it on. The sudden assault of water caught me off guard.
I started coming out of it instantly. "Hey, what gives?"
"You're over heated and talking to yourself. You need to cool off right now!" Mrs. Watkins explained as she continued hosing me down. After the initial shock of the cool water hitting me wore off, I realized she was right and the fog I was in began to lift.
"I want you to promise me that you'll go inside, take a cool shower and drink three more glasses of water. Will you do that for me?"
I told her I would.
"Good. I'll be over in fifteen minutes to check on you."
As I headed for the house, my pocket started ringing. That's where I keep my cell phone. Trying not to get it any wetter than it already was, I extracted my phone from my pocket and flipped it open.
"Hi, Bruce!" I didn't recognize the number but the voice sounded like Teresa. I was still a bit out of it and not too sure.
I asked, "Teresa?"
"Yes." She replied exuberantly.
"I haven't heard from you about the party. It's tonight and I was wondering how you felt about it. Do you still want to go?"
My senses returned and I remembered the email.
Confused, I told her, "I was hoping you'd call. By the way, do you know your cell phone is disconnected?" I guess I was still a little fuzzy.
"Damn!
I'm so sorry. My plan expired and the cell provider I had went up on the rates. I decided to change phone companies. For some bullshit reason, the new company wouldn't let me keep my old number and, I got stuck with a new one. I thought I told you. I guess I've been so busy that I forgot." She paused briefly.
That lead to my next question, "That's okay. By the way, did you receive the reply email I sent you Wednesday?"
"No. I didn't. My Internet has been down all week. I was going to see if it was back up when I got home. I just got off work five minutes ago. Why? What was in it?" She asked hesitantly. Then added, "You're not offended are you?"
The fact that Teresa hadn't gotten my email was no big surprise to me. Her email address told me that we both had the same Internet Service Provider. I knew from experience that they sucked worse than a bucktoothed epileptic hooker with a bad case of lockjaw. During that week, I had plenty of time to think about our date. One of the things that occurred to me was that she might be playing it cautious. In which case, I couldn't say I blamed her. The week before I'd gone on vacation everyone at work had been forced to sit through another one of those boring 'sexual harassment' seminars specifically designed to put the Fear of God, litigation and financial ruin into us.
I thought Teresa was talking about being a party girl. I said to her, "Offended? Why would I be offended? Like I told you at dinner, I agree with you. What happens between consenting adults is no one else's business."
"Well, people have differing views of what is and isn't acceptable. Most of society thinks the kind of 'partying' my friends and I do is immoral."
I asked, "Do you and your friends respect each others limits?" I was thinking about a buddy of mine I went clubbing with one time. He tried to get me drunk and wouldn't listen when I told him I didn't want to get trashed.
"We all do. In fact, if someone doesn't, we won't 'party' with them anymore." Teresa answered.
It was the right answer, "Then I don't see a problem with it."
"So what do you think? Do you feel like 'partying' like there's no tomorrow?" I could tell she wanted me to say yes.
I'd already made up my mind. "I'd love to party with you. Are you still going to pick me up?"
"Yes. Do you still live at...?"
She read my address to me from the phone book. I told her I did.
"Then I'll be there at 8:00 sharp." There was a short pause after which she added, "Let me give you my phone number in case you need to reach me."
I said sure and she did. Ten minutes later, showered and dressed in a fresh pair of shorts, the haze was totally gone and I felt much better. I was working on my third glass of water when I heard the doorbell ringing. It was Mrs. Watkins. As if she'd never stopped being a professional nurse, she began taking my pulse and feeling my forehead to see how hot I was. She asked me when the last time I had eaten was. When I told her I hadn't, she explained to me that it would probably be a good idea if I ate something light. I said I'd make myself a sandwich. She seemed satisfied and left. Ten minutes later, having devoured my food with all the enthusiasm of a starving man, I went to my bedroom and fell promptly asleep.
Chapter Three - "Runs"
After I woke up from my nap, I showered, got dressed and then went to my living-room. The email had said to dress for a party. I was wearing a pair of white dress slacks, a red satin short-sleeve shirt, red socks and black dress shoes.
While I had been looking through my sock drawer, I found an old bottle of highly overpriced cologne I had bought when I was with Clara. After months of her nagging me, I gave in and spent the money. It was my bad luck to pick the day we broke up to get it.
I was so mad at the time that I threw the unopened bottle in the back of my sock drawer where it would be out of sight and forgot all about it.
Deciding it was time to both put the past behind me and get a return from my investment, I opened the bottle intending to put some on. Unlike most cologne for men, this one was in a spray bottle. Wanting to know what it smelled like, I sprayed some on my wrist. Whew, it was really strong.& ; Not that it smelled bad; it was just highly concentrated.
Playing it safe, I sprayed a couple of squirts on a paper towel and rubbed it around my neck. Even that little bit seemed a lot to me and, I remember wondering to myself whether I had overdone it.
I then went into my living-room, sat down in my favorite chair, picked up my laptop, and tried to kill what time I had to wait by looking at my email.
The Internet was running slower than a snail trying to pull a concrete block up a slippery slope and I had to wait for my messages to download. I cruised a few porn sites looking for something to read. Just when the story I was reading was getting really good, Teresa called to tell me that she was running late. While I was on the phone with her, my connection dropped just as another message from Teresa started coming in. I could tell from the time stamp that it predated the one I had. It finished downloading about the same time the doorbell rang so I didn't have time to do anything other than send it to my printer. My intention was to read it on the way to the party.
The time was seven forty-five P.M.
As I headed to my front door, I grabbed the email off my printer and I stuffed the two page long printout into my pocket.
I opened the door and, as I'd hoped, Teresa was waiting there for me. To my pleasant surprise, she was not alone. Standing next to her was Cheryl.
Now, before I continue, let me tell you a little about, Cheryl. She's 5'4" tall, but what she lacks in height she makes up for by being perfect everywhere else. Her face is so cute as to be absolutely sexy. She has short curly blond hair, deep blue eyes, and luscious lips that will just make your mouth water wanting to kiss them. Below all that is a set of full round bosoms, a firm bouncy ass and pair of muscular but feminine legs. All this makes up one very sexy thirty-eight year old woman. Before I forget, there is one other thing I should mention, she's also been making goo-goo eyes at me for the last three months. Had it not been for the pervasive atmosphere of impending doom created by those damn sexual harassment seminars, I would have asked her out already.
Being a healthy hetero-sexual male, you know having a heart that beats and a penis that gets hard whenever it sees something it likes, I've awakened from more than one wet dream in which Teresa, Cheryl, and sometimes both Teresa and Cheryl, had climbed 'Mount Bruce' so they could slide down it's slippery slopes, re-climb it, and then do it again... and again... and again! Get the picture?
I gave them the standard greeting,
"Hi!"
"Hello", they said almost at the same time. After which, first Teresa then Cheryl took turns hugging me.
"You smell absolutely wonderful!" Teresa exclaimed.
Innocently, I said, "I'm trying out a new cologne. Do you like it?"
Cheryl replied, "Oh yes! You smell great!"
As she began looking me up and down, I noticed that Cheryl's breathing seemed to be quickening.
I looked over at Teresa. It seemed to be having the same effect on her.
We all just stood there for a few moments looking at each other.
Teresa was wearing a short, sexy bronze three-string shimmer club wear dress. It had a deep plunging neckline, was bear in the back and had a him that started eight inches below her waistline. It looked to me then that she had on either pantyhose or full length stockings and a high garter-belt. On her feet she wore a pair of matching bronze three-inch high heels. It was a bra-less affair and she looked stunning in it!
Just as stunning was Cheryl. She was wearing a black microfiber wrap-around dress. It had a slight 'V' shaped hem at the top that curved around and down in the back half the distance between her shoulders and waist.
The bottom hem, which in the front was also in the shape of an upside 'V' and was so high I was pretty sure anyone at a distance or close to eye level would have seen the bottom of her panties. Visible just below the hem were two inches of her garter. Attached to that was a pair of black full length stockings. On her feet, she had a pair of three-inch black high heels. They made her look taller than she actually was.
"Sorry it took so long. Cheryl here couldn't find her favorite pair of earrings....again! Somehow they ended up rolled up in her stockings." Teresa said apologetically.
I was about to tell Teresa about the email when Cheryl yelled, "Oh crap!" distracting me.
"What's wrong?" Teresa asked.
With a concerned look, Cheryl exclaimed, "I was in such a hurry I didn't even bother to check them for runs before I put them on. Do you see any?"
I looked down at her lovely legs and I heard myself say, "Do I see any what?"
"Runs silly!" She said and giggled.
After looking again, only this time for runs, I told her, "Not on this side."
Smiling happily, she turned around and then bent over slightly. That's when I learned three things. First, there were no runs in Cheryl's stockings; that was good for her. Second, there was a three inch curved split hem in the bottom of her dress that was good for anyone who was looking. And lastly, but most importantly, I could see the crack of her ass which meant she wasn't wearing any panties, and that was very good for me!
Maybe she was in such a hurry she forgot to put them on? Yeah, and maybe I'm Howard Hughes long lost heir too!
But that's not what I was thinking at the time. What really went through my mind was... "OH MY GOD WHAT A GREAT LOOKING ASS!"
Wondering whether or not I was drooling, I said to her, "Nope, everything looks great to me!"
Teresa laughed.
"Cheryl, do you remember what I told you on the way over here?" I could hear a touch of annoyance in Teresa's voice.
Standing upright, Cheryl said to me, "Was my ass showing again?"
Thinking to myself, 'Again?' I told her truthfully, "Just a little."
Still etched in my mind the picturesque view of her beautiful bottom. I could see that Teresa was becoming impatient.
"Come on you two. We're already late for the party." Teresa said anxiously.
We headed to her car and I was going to sit in the back but before I could get there Cheryl ran ahead of me and opened the front passenger door. "Hop in."
Thinking she wanted the backseat to herself, I climbed in and waited for her to close the door. Instead, she began moving my way saying, "Scoot over Bruce. I don't want to sit back there all by myself."
I did and found myself sitting there sandwiched between the two of them. I was in heaven!
After Teresa backed out of my driveway, trying to make conversation, I asked, "If you don't mind telling me, what was it you said to her on the way over?"
Teresa smiled.
"I told her if she didn't behave herself you'd think we were a couple of perverts."
I looked down at her stocking covered legs. "I don't see anything perverted."
Cheryl giggled, "See, I told you he was okay. Didn't I?"
Changing the subject, I asked, "So tell me, where is this party we're going to?"
"It's at a friend's house out in Harris County." Teresa replied. Harris County is a separate rural municipality outside the city limits of Columbus.
Despite the fact that the car's air-conditioner had been running from the moment Teresa had started the engine, my cologne permeated the car. One look at the air-conditioner's settings told me why. It was on recycle meaning very little, if any outside air was getting in. Wondering what effect my cologne was having on the ladies, I looked at them one at a time. Even in the dark, I could tell that both Cheryl's and Teresa's eyes were glazed over. 'Interesting!' I thought to myself. 'I'd love to know what's going through their minds right now.'
Teresa turned the radio on and, after an uneventful ride; twenty minutes later we arrived at are destination.
It was a Colonial style house isolated deep in the woods about half a mile off the main road. There was a large two car garage on the front left side. Next to that was what appeared to be, from the outside, another equal sized garage but with one door instead of two.
On a slab to the left of the work-area was parked a 30' motor home. It looked to be perhaps twenty years old but was in excellent condition.
Teresa got out of the car first, followed by Cheryl and then me. The two women headed to the door. I stayed back purposely enjoying the view.
Teresa pushed the doorbell and about twenty seconds later, the door opened. The person who answered it was a woman.
Cheryl introduced her as our hostess, Kayla Burch.
Kayla had long brown hair, brown eyes and figure that she must have worked out regularly to maintain. Being 5'10" in height she was taller than the average woman. I guessed her to be about forty years of age.
That night she was dressed in three-inch tall black high-heels, sheer black thigh high stockings and a matching garter belt. On her hips was a black satin skirt that was so thin it was almost transparent. Above that, was a see-through black sleeveless blouse with a teardrop opening in the front. Beneath the blouse appeared to be a lacy black bra. On her neck was a short, silver chain necklace. Hanging down from the chain and resting just above the top of her blouse was a one-inch, oval black onyx stone resting in a silver setting. Around each wrist were matching thin silver chain bracelets.
After a brief introduction, Kayla said, "Come on in, the party's already started. Bruce, I'll get Alex to give you a quick tour of the place so you'll know where everything is. Don't hesitate asking for anything, my house is your house.."
I saw a man of perhaps forty-five walk up behind her. He had black hair, brown eyes, and was also about 5'10" inches tall. He was wearing matching blue shirt and pants. The man didn't look very muscular and, the paleness of his skin told me that either he didn't tan easily or worked indoors. There appeared to be no calluses on his hands which, in my mind, confirmed the later.
Kayla introduced them, "Bruce, this is my husband Alex. Alex this is Bruce. He works with Teresa and Cheryl."
After a few more pleasantries, I was taken inside and introduced to the other guests at the party, two women and two men.
There was Esmeralda Silva, a stunning beautiful dark complected thirty-eight year old Spanish woman. She had shinny long, wavy, black hair that went down almost to the crack of her ass. Esmeralda was wearing an emerald short-sleeve green dress. The dress had a one inch choker color and rectangular neckline in the front. I kept thinking to myself that I'd seen her somewhere before but couldn't place it. She told me that she was at the party alone.
Next there was couple, Annette Hurst and her date Gary Hull; they'd arrived at the party together.
The first thing that I noted about Annette was she liked to giggle a lot. She couldn't have weight more than 90 pounds fully clothed and soaking. She was 5'9" and about thirty-six years old. Her hips were as small as a twelve year old boy's and her waist even smaller. Annette had a beautiful face and had it not been for the obviously counterfeit tits she was sporting I have no doubt she could have been a supermodel. Her hair was sandy-blond and short. Her eyes were blue and she had perfect teeth. Covering her was a satin and lace sleeveless white dress with a modest neckline in the front. On her feet was a pair of white three inch leather high-heels. As she walked away from me after her introduction, I noticed the neckline in the back was not even close to modest. It went all the way down to the top of her ass and then an inch more beyond.
Gary, in stark contrast to Annette, was absolutely homely. He too was about 5'9" but I think he was a couple years older than she was. My guess is he was about forty-one or so. Gary was bald and, because he wore tinted glasses, I couldn't tell what color his eyes were. Except for the black slacks and matching black short-sleeve shirt he had on, if you imagine an accountant out of one of those old 1950's movies, you'll have a pretty good picture of him.
Craig, who I was told came to the party by himself, was one of the least handsome men I've seen in my life. He had curly red hair, horrible freckles, high protruding cheek bones and a slight pot belly. His slacks were navy blue and his shirt white. Had it not been for his voice, which was so deep that I'm sure the women who'd heard it but had never met him found sexy, I'd say that he reminded me a pudgy version of Howdy Dowdy.
The tour followed. Alex told me that what I'd thought was a second garage was really his workshop but conspicuously didn't show it to me.
When the tour was over, I was led back to the living-room to the other guests.
The television was on. Alex must have noticed me looking at it. He explained, "Annette is in a commercial for one of the local car dealerships. It premiers tonight and I thought everybody would get a kick out of seeing it."
The picture on the screen faded leading into a commercial break. "Here it comes, he announced!"
Annette appeared on the screen wearing a tight fitting bikini that made her massive mammaries look even bigger. She was standing in the back of a pickup truck doing jumping jacks. As the camera panned in close and focused on her bouncing boobs, the announcer began speaking. "Looking for REALLY BIG DEALS? If you're looking for HUGE SAVINGS, then Bi-City Worldwide Used Cars is the place for you. We'll do anything to get your business. Isn't that right Cherry?" "That's right Annette answered in a labored breath. A small window, about a third of the screen appeared in the upper left right corner of the television. It began cycling through photos of cars and the prices. The announcer continued, "And if you think they look great now, wait until you see what's under the hood."
The room erupted with laughter. Suddenly, the screen changed. One of that television station's newscasters, a man named 'Chip' something, began speaking...
"Are we live?" A woman's voice answered, "Yes."
The man began speaking, "We interrupt our regularly scheduled broadcast to read the following bulletin from the National Aeronautics and Space Administration...
'Two clusters of asteroids will impact the earth between the hours of 7:27 and 11:58 pm eastern standard time.
The first cluster contains a group of an estimated 125 asteroids of which all but one is smaller than 40 meters in diameter. The smaller ones are expected to be destroyed when they enter the earth's atmosphere. The remaining asteroid is estimated to be 45 meters in diameter and will impact the earth somewhere in mainland China, however, the exact location of that impact cannot be estimated at this time.
The second cluster of asteroids, while smaller in number, contains one 2 kilometer wide asteroid.& ; At 11:58 pm eastern standard time, the larger asteroid will impact somewhere in the south-east United States.& ; The resulting collision will create an extinction level event.'"
Chapter Four - "Ratfuck!"
We had just been told that the world as we knew it was coming to an end.
After he finished reading the press release, the announcer put down the paper he was holding and asked, "Tom, do we have anything else from NASA?" There was a short pause during which his eyes appeared to be searching in front of him. "Hey, where did he go?" An unseen female voice called out, "The same place we all are, home to be with our families!"
"That's just great! I can't believe you're all going to leave me here alone. You know I don't have anyone to go home to!" It was a well known fact that the man was considered one of the city's most eligible bachelors.
Coldly, a man's voice yelled. "Ask Mei if she'll stay with you. She's been trying to get your attention ever since she started working here."
A frumpy, but not unattractive, thirty year old young Asian woman walked into camera view and sat down in the empty chair next to him. She was wearing blue jeans and a tight fitting orange blouse that made her breasts look larger than they probably were. She said to him, "I'll stay here with you if you want; I don't have anyone waiting for me at home either."
Static filled the television screen for a second. From what I could see, it looked as if 'Chip' and Mei were embracing. The static cleared a bit, 'Chip' and Mei were kissing. More static, this time worse than before. When it cleared again, she was nude from the waist up and 'Chip' was sucking her right breast. She was saying something but the static was so bad I couldn't tell what it was.
I thought to myself, 'It took the end of the world but we've finally got something worth watching on broadcast television!'
Cheryl called out, "See if the reception is any better on another channel."
Kayla pressed a button on the remote control she was holding in her right hand. A woman I recognized as another local television news anchor, I think her name was 'Mindy', appeared on the screen. The static on that station was heavy but at least I could make out what she was saying.
"I repeat, the first asteroid impacted the earth in China one minute and ten seconds ago totally destroying city of Hong Kong.& The loss of life is estimated to be in excess of 7 million. According to the bulletin just released by the National Aeronautics and Space Administration, as the second asteroid moves closer to the earth, we can expect the electronic interference we are having to continue to grow."
"Hey, anybody got a dial tone on their cell phone? Mine's dead!" It was Annette.
Alex picked up the phone, listened for a second. "The land lines are dead too. Hey, where are you going?" It was directed at Gary. At the same time, Alex picked up his laptop. From where I was sitting, it looked like he was trying to get on the Internet.
"To see if my car will start." He replied and then disappeared out the front door.
Meanwhile, on the television, the anchor woman continued. "What do you mean 'Try to remain calm'?" She appeared to be talking to someone off screen. "Are you out of your mind? Where have you been for the last fifteen minutes? The world's coming to a fucking end!" The voice from off screen said something to her in reply but I couldn't make it out. Static or not, her response was as clear as a bell. "Fuck me! Why you ignorant son-of-a-bitch! If you hadn't been so timidly shy I'd have fucked you a long time ago. What do you think of that Jack?" I couldn't hear the response. I could hear what she said back though, "You're not shy? Then prove it!"
A tall very dark skinned man stepped in front of the camera and moved in her direction. He walked around the announcer's table, spun her around in the chair. Then, in one swift motion, picked Mindy up and set her on the table. After stepping forward between her legs, he pulled up her dress. Mindy unfastened his pants and pulled down his zipper. The man then pushed Mindy onto her back, raised her legs by the ankles and placed them on his shoulders. Next, he yanked her panties up and off her completely causing her to be naked below the waist. Filled with lust, Mindy frantically pulled down Jack's pants and underwear at the same time revealing his massive erection.
Seeing it, Mindy cried out, "WAIT!"
Jack ignored her. Instead, he pushed Mindy's ankles straight up into the air, pulling them wide apart as he did.
"NOT YET..!" She screamed.
It was a sentence she failed to finish because, like a man busting through a door, Jack rammed his cock inside her as far as he could.
The camera panned in; there was a look of astonishment on her face.
Before she could say anything else, he started fucking her wildly.
The camera moved again for a close-up shot between her legs. It showed Jack's cock sliding in and out of her already wet her pussy.
Mindy moaned in response.
"Wow!" Someone at the party exclaimed. It sounded like Teresa.
The Civil Defense logo filled the screen and was immediately followed by static. Kayla pressed a button on the remote again. I assumed she was changing the station. The static didn't go away.
After about two minutes, Alex said to her, "Honey, I think that's all we're going to get. Why don't you turn it off?"
She did. He came over and hugged her.
About that time, Gary came walking back in the front door.
"My car's toast. I guess we can forget about going anywhere."
Alex informed Gary, "The Internet is down too."
"Ratfuck!" Gary said, in apparent disgust. He sat back down on the couch next to Esmeralda, "That really blows!"
Putting an arm around him comfortingly, Esmeralda asked, "Why, did you have someone special to you wanted say goodbye to?" Her full name was Esmeralda Silva. She was already there when I arrived.
"No just my boss." Gary replied flatly.
Curious, Alex inquired, "What could be important enough to make you want to spend your last moments alive talking to him?"
"I just wanted to tell him how cheated I feel now that I won't have the pleasure of going postal on his ass Monday!" There was a dead silence while everybody looked at him. We were all trying to make up our minds whether or not he was serious. Then, spontaneously, the room erupted in laughter.
Craig asked somberly, "Anyone want to pray?"
Kayla said scenically, "Sure. Just tell me what deity is going to stop the asteroid and I'll pray, dance or go down on him if I have to."
"Or her!" Alex interjected.
She continued, "Alright, or her right now if it would help!"
Then Teresa said to no one in particular, "Does anyone here have any regrets?"
"Besides not being able to go postal on my boss?" Gary asked sarcastically.
Frowning, "Yes, Gary, besides going postal on your boss."
While he was thinking, Teresa said to me, "What about you Bruce, do you have any regrets?"
"I never got to eat at a Howard Johnson's." I replied.
Laughing, Gary said, "There are a lot more interesting things I can think of to do than eat there."
"I'm talking about the restaurant, not the hotel." I said seriously.
Attentively, Teresa insisted, "Are you seriously going to regret that?"
"Believe it or not, yes."
She prompted, "Tell us about it."
"When I was a boy, my father was in the army. As a result, I spent most of the first six years of my life living in Germany. Then he got orders to go to Vietnam and, the rest of my family had to go live in Maryland. Because my mother didn't drive, other than the occasional holiday with my aunts and uncles, we didn't get to go out and eat like a normal family does. In those days, Howard Johnson's used to advertise heavily on television and, the food looked so good that one of the things I told myself I'd do before I died was eat at a Howard Johnson's restaurant."
When I finished, Esmeralda interjected, "That sounds more like a desire than a regret."
Teresa was willing to compromise, "I guess you could say it's both."
Esmeralda answered, "Rather than focusing on the negative, why don't we talk about something positive like our desires, fantasies and the like?"
"What for? We can't do anything about them now. What good would it do?" Inquired Cheryl.
Alex countered, "That's not necessarily true. Anything is possible. How will you know until you share them?"
"I guess you're right." Cheryl replied.
Impulsively, Esmeralda asked me, "Do you have any other fantasies?"
"There is one but it's kind of personal." I told her honestly.
Teresa replied, "What is it?"
I hesitated for a moment.
"I don't know, some of you might find it offensive."
Taking the lead, Kayla asked, "By personal, do you mean it's something sexual?"
I nodded.
Kayla spoke up. "Don't worry about that. We're all very open minded here. Aren't we?"
Alex said, "You'd be surprised if I told you what it takes to offend me." After which Gary stated, "As long as it doesn't involve animals or fish, I'm cool." That seemed to be the general consensus.
Teresa asked, "Does it involve a male or a female?"
"Do you promise you won't be offended if I tell you?"
To my elation, she replied, "It takes a lot to offend me and, since we're all going to be dead tomorrow, I don't see why I should change that now."
I decided she was right and told them.
"Not one female... two!"
As if a chorus, all four women asked,
"Two?"
Alex said, "Not too ambitious is he?" I didn't quite know how to take it.
Teresa gave him an evil look, "Do I know either of them?"
"You know them both. In fact, you work with one of them."
Esmeralda must have been becoming impatient because she looked at the clock on the wall and then said to me, "Oh come on Bruce. Time's running out. Just go ahead and say it. You've been fantasying about having a three-way with Teresa and Cheryl. Am I right or wrong?"
Okay, so I'll ask you. Given the same circumstances, what would you say?
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On one of my trips, I had the opportunity to bring her along. Once my business was concluded, I decided to take her to visit the area and satisfy her curiosity. After walking around for a bit, we settled on a live sex show that advertised group sex as well as attractive staff. We paid the cover charge and entered the establishment. As a very attractive hostess led us to our seats, Doris’s eyes were riveted on the action on the stage as a gorgeous brunette sucked a massive black cock while being drilled in both ass and pussy.
Once we got to our booth, our hostess made it a point to let us know that should there be anything we wanted to just ask her. Looking away from the action on the stage for a moment, I glanced at the booth next to us, where a well dressed middle-aged woman hungrily deep-throated a very well-endowed waiter while her husband watched jerking off.
Obviously turned on by all the action, Doris reached under her dress and started to rub her pussy.
A very well-endowed waitress, approached to take our order and observing my wife’s action, knelt down in front on her and proceeded to rub her clit. Totally turned on, I freed my semi-hard cock and slid it past my woman’s parted lips. “Mmmm……ohhhh…..” my wife gasped as Ingrid (we learned her name later) leaned over and started to eat Doris’s pussy. “I’m going to make you cum with my tongue” the hot waitress announced. “Oh yeah, make me cum baby” my wife answered, momentarily releasing my cock from her mouth.
Doris being a squirter, aided by the blonde’s tongue as well as the manipulations on her button, didn’t take long to drench the waitress face with hot cunt juice. “Oh my God! Cumming like that, you should go on stage and put on a show” our new friend suggested.
Ingrid took our order and walked to the bar where we saw her talking to a gentleman while pointing at us. The gentleman then walked over to our table and asked for permission to join us. He introduced himself as the manager and asked if my wife could cum like she had with Ingrid often. As a matter of replying, Doris lifted her skirt exposing the still drenched pussy and begun to finger fuck her cunt. “I’ll cum faster and better if someone is rubbing my clit” she informed him, sliding down the seat clearly inviting him to rub her love spot. It wasn’t long before her pussy started gushing again.
“How would you like to go up on stage and put on a show? I’ll pay you a thousand marks for each show you perform” he offered impressed by her performance. “What do you think hon? Is it ok with you?” she asked expectantly. “It’s up to you babe” I replied giving her the go ahead. “Ok! I’ll do it” she exclaimed.
A few minutes later a voice came over the speakers. “Ladies and gentlemen, tonight we have a very special treat for you. An amateur with a very special skill for your viewing pleasure” the voice announced. A spot light then fell on my wife, following her as she walked to the stage. I didn’t know what to expect as when she reached the stage, a muscular black man sporting a mammoth cock, it had to be at least 14” long and as thick as my wrist, joined her.
Falling to her knees, my wife proceeded to take the monster cock down her mouth. I sat memorized as my wife took most of the huge cock down her throat. Her head bobbed up and down his length quickly, soon drawing his juice. Pulling his throbbing cock out of her mouth, she jerked the massive ebony trunk until finally he let out a loud yell as his cock exploded, sending jets of cum juice spraying into her open mouth. Swallowing most of the jism, she continued to run her tongue over the spent cock, coaxing it back to life.
As she was doing that, the girl we had first seen on stage when we came in, walked on and gently pushed my wife onto her back. Moving between her legs, she began to suck Doris’s pussy. It wasn’t very long when the audience gasped in surprise as urged on by the girl’s expert cunt licking, my wife started to cum, drenching the girl’s face with her hot juice.
Turning back to the again ready black dude, she guided him to sit on a chair. I watched amazed as Doris straddled him and directing his solid weapon at her ass hole, slowly lowered herself onto his meat. The look on her face was pure ecstasy as with the massive cock buried in her anal passage, she rhythmically moved up and down on his cock.
Another well built man approached the anal copulating couple and slid another large cock past my wife’s willing lips. While one hand was busy stroking the shaft of the cock in her mouth, the other stroked the swollen clit. Another gasp was heard again as Doris again started to spray jism out of her pussy. Almost as if on cue, both guys shot their loads. One filling her asshole, the other her mouth, both orifices loaded to capacity with hot man juice.
After Doris took a bow to enthusiastic applause, she re-joined me at our table. “You were amazing” I congratulated her on her performance. “Thanks babe. I enjoyed that” she admitted. “You’ve got to do another show” I said, trying to persuade her. “Maybe” she replied teasingly.
“Now you” my wife said, beckoning Ingrid over. “How would you like to suck my husband’s cock while I lick your pussy?” Doris asked. ‘I love to” the hot German replied, sliding between us.
Sliding the tight shorts down Ingrid’s shapely legs, revealing a smooth shaved pussy, Doris quickly dove for the blonde’s bald cunt, her tongue plunging past the cunt lips, savoring the vaginal juices. The big-bussomed woman moaned softly, lowering her head to capture my stiff rod in her warm mouth. “Lick her pussy honey, make her cum with your tongue” I encouraged my wife. Sensing her approaching orgasm and wanting to time my release with hers, I increased the tempo of my strokes in her sucking mouth.
“I’m cummming……ohhhhh baby take it down…….swallow my cum” I cried, moments after her body trembled from the intensity of her orgasm.
Doris did go back on stage again, but I’ll leave that story for another day
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I was again traveling and happened to get really sick; I guess what they call a 3-day flu. Anyway, once I knew I was too sick to work, I canceled my appointments and hunkered down in the hotel room, delirious and sleeping in long stretches. What I’m going to relate I think is what I really heard going on next door, though I couldn’t swear that all of it is fact and none of it is delirious dreaming. I heard a couple check in next door. His voice was low and gruff and hers was tiny and high pitched. They spoke in some foreign language, I couldn’t tell which, but I’m guessing from the sound of it, and the character of their voices, that it was Japanese.
Just a handful of minutes after I heard their bags hit the floor, I heard them going at it The loveliest, most inspiring sound you can ever hear.She sang her Oh!s and Ah!s most beautifully. I could hear her voice rise to an orgasm; then pause while I heard nothing but the rhythm of him pounding away. Then she would begin sighing, then Oh!-ing in a rising tempo that would lead to another orgasm. After several exciting cycles of this she just flat out began to scream. And scream. Needless to say, even in my sick, delirious state, this gave me an erection and fond thoughts of my wife.
Eventually he came and the love-making ended. But shortly afterwards, I heard what sounded like her lovingly sucking the come off of his dick.
I drifted off to sleep, but heard her leave; a glance at my watch – it was about 10am – made me guess that she was off for shopping or a manicure or something.Not long after that, there as a knock at his door and I heard a woman’s voice. But the voices that followed sounded like a business meeting. They must have been speaking English and I over heard a word or two – contract, price discounts, delivery conditions – mundane things like that. Nothing sexy in that.
Except, after I heard papers being shuffled, briefcases being snapped, I also heard the rustle of clothes. Could it be? Oh, yes. Soon I heard the unmistakable rhythm of a bed rocking and very satisfying sounds of two voices, enjoying a rising sexual tension.
I drifted off into sleep, as my body worked to cure my fever.What woke me was the sound of the wife returning and a variety of shopping bags being dropped on the floor. I also heard the sound of a zipper and sucking, slurping sounds. Was she giving him head again? Did she taste the other woman’s juices? Did she like it? Or was she jealous? There was no way I could know.
The next thing I heard was the rattle of golf clubs. Sounded like he was going out for a round of golf. Then she was on the phone; room service.
Again I dozed and was awakened by room service knocking on the neighboring door. In the room I heard the waiter explain what must have been flavors of ice cream. Then some more voices. Then, louder, so I could clearly hear it, the waiter’s voice: “Oh, no. No. No, ma’am, we don’t do that!” Had she wanted the waiter to give her a fuck? I could only guess. But not long after I could hear her Oh!s and Ah!s, in a rising crescendo. Fingering herself? Vibrator? I didn’t know, but I did know she was getting it on again.
More sleep, more dreams. Then I heard the door, the golf clubs, the voices. Would it take them long? Nope. Soon it was the same sounds as when they first came in. Again, the loveliest, most inspiring sound you can ever hear. The bed rhythmically moving. Her sighs. His gasps. Her Oh!s. His Umphs. Her screaming, his grunting, as they both came.This was a couple with appetite and stamina. And it didn’t end there. What seemed like just a few minutes later, again those exciting sounds.
It inspired me – and if I hadn’t been so sick, I would have phoned my wife right away and done some loving phone sex. It was only mid-afternoon and how many times had each of them been at it? I had lost count. At this point, my illness and fever overcame me and as near as I can tell, I slept almost non-stop for about 24 hours, with a couple of feverish bathroom breaks. If my enthusiastic neighbors tested their stamina further, I was too deep asleep to know it.
By the time I recovered and began catching up with my job, they were apparently gone.I don’t know whether to envy them or not. But I sure would like to be able to have nearly that much fun with my wife.
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