By adultfun47
Being keen readers of all kinds of articles and magazines to do with sex and sexual encounters of all types, and as a frequent visitor to swinger ad web sites, I wanted to share some of the interesting experiences that my wife and I enjoyed recently on one of our travels.
Some background on us. Both divorced and on our second marriage of 11 years but 19 together, with grown up children all now out of the house. She, Isabella, at 46, is a very attractive and elegant woman, lightened hair, with a naturally lovely complexion and firm skin, and in excellent physical condition, without the aid of massages, gyms, etc. An enviable product of genetics. Me, 54, weight/height proportionate, in good shape also, with a disciplined regimen of sensible diet and exercise, etc. In short, two healthy, productive, and energetic people, sharing many common interests, one of which is sex and everything to do with sex. We like to talk about it, read about it, see movies on it, discuss it when we can with some of our more open-minded friends, and of course, practice it together – a lot, and in all its varieties and variances. Our sex life would have to be described as very active and uninhibited; my wife is a very sexy, exciting, and sensuous woman, with a large sexual appetite, and always RWA - ready, willing, and able. And open to try anything new together. We have great communication on all topics, with no limitations or taboo subjects. I always maintain that if a couple can talk openly and freely about sex, any other communication is easy.
Although somewhat timid in the beginning of our relationship, from a somewhat repressed and conservative first marriage, with over 14 years together and children out of the house, she has become very self confident and adventuresome. She loves to dress up in sexy clothes and be a bit of an exhibitionist whenever the opportunity arises. This is mainly on our travels, as we live in a conservative city where we are both well-known, and appearances are important. She has gone topless on a St. Martin beach, and after some convincing even ventured on to a nude beach in Martinique after a few piña coladas!
One thing, however, we both really enjoy is for her to go out with no panties, which happens any time we go out in the evenings to a restaurant, to dance clubs, or similar: makes us both feel sexy and excited all evening, with great bed sessions when we get home. Can’t do this at the office though! However, if we are away from home, she wears nothing at all under her light dresses. Knowing that she is not wearing panties, or using bare, thigh length stockings, naked under her dress, with her pussy so easily available to my frequent touch, gets her sopping wet, gets me hard, keeps us both highly aroused all evening, and leads inevitably to great sex when we get home. She adores oral sex, and I especially love drinking up all that wet sweetness over long sessions!
On a recent trip to Miami, itself a vibrant anything-goes Latinized city, we decided that she would be able to realize some of her fantasies – like not using any underwear at all the whole 10 days there, as we were unlikely to run in to anyone we knew that time of year. This would be combined with using sexy, semi-transparent and open blouses and shirts, showing off her lovely tits and body to the maximum, without breaking the law; and to wear very short skirts to “flash” her short-trimmed triangle from time to time; in short, to dress and feel sexy all the every day, all the time.
Did I mention that she has great looking legs? Well shaped and firm – no flab or cellulites at all. And a lovely round tight ass. She does! Plus beautiful, firm breasts – not large, more grapefruit than melons, but well worth a second look. Which she frequently gets, and enjoys. Not Miss Universe, but definitely a very attractive overall package, and looks years younger than her 46.
Our first night out, we had dinner and a good wine in Coconut Grove, then went to a Latin Club for dancing– low lights, good music, interesting crowd, and a nice buzz from the wine and drinks. Isabella had put on a dove grey semi transparent silk blouse, well open at the top, outlining and showing her lovely breasts in an indirect and filmy way, the dark area of nipples visible, as well as a clear outline of the nipples, which were hard almost all night from the air conditioning and me rubbing them; plus a very short black mini skirt that rode well up on her thighs whenever she sat down, barely four fingers away from baring all. And of course, no underwear. Getting out of the taxi, she “flashed” a lot of leg to the doorman, right up to her close-cropped pussy – I know, because I also positioned myself to look. Probably more gratifying than a tip! And sitting on a high stool at the bar together, ample legs showing, with a “flash” every time she got down to dance with me. Needless to say, she was drawing a lot of attention, especially from the men, and me, and loving every minute of it! This kept us both horny all night. Once back in our hotel room, the night was in one of pure wet ecstasy. My wife is also highly multi-orgasmic, and had many that evening. I am able to sustain an erection for prolonged periods, after the first round.
The following day, we had lunch in a terraced restaurant, overlooking one of the marinas in downtown Miami. Our table sat about 6 feet up from a walk-space and dock, and just below were a couple of young studs drinking beer in their power boat. Their attention was riveted on Isabella, sitting so close by, slightly above and directly in front of them, wearing a white mini-dress, lots of beautiful leg showing, and at each crossing and uncrossing, leaving little to the imagination in that position. I suggested that I would make as if to go to the wash room, and she should turn slightly towards them, uncross her legs, and let them have a better view right up her dress. Basic Instinct style! Which she agreed to do, while I watched the scene from a little inside the restaurant. They almost swallowed their beer cans! She did this right through the time we sat there. What a turn on for us both – not to mention the boat boys! I asked her if she was enjoying looking at their hard cocks in their cut-offs, which she was doing, though from behind sunglasses.
Later that week, walking in a shopping center, we were approached by an attractive young lady, offering us a free lunch in a new resort. It turned out o be a time share offer, whereby you had to agree to sit through a conference after the lunch. But what really interested us, was that the offer included a courtesy limousine ride there and back from our hotel. One of Isabella’s great fantasies was to be fucked in a moving limo, and we looked at each other with knowing smiles, and agreed to attend the invitation. We had ridden in limos before, when she had taken off her panties for me to look, and even masturbated in it with her back to the driver, with me watching, which we both loved.
She loves to masturbate with me watching her, and I go nuts every time she does.
But we never had the opportunity of going any further than that in a limo.
So we said: OK! Arrangements were made for two days’ time, 11:00 AM pick up, with lunch at 1 PM, followed by the conference, and then the car would bring us back.
Needless to say, we spent the next two days and nights all excited about the possibilities this limo ride might present, discussing what she would wear, just how far we might be able to go, and how to deal with the driver. In short, more excitement– much eating of delicious pussy, a lot of sucking of a hard cock, many orgasms, and great fucking - while talking over the whole episode, with her trying on different types of sexy dresses and letting our imaginations run away with us.
Finally we settled on a sexy dress she had picked up a couple of days before, but not yet worn: a light, clingy wrap around number, semi transparent depending on the light, a loop over the neck but completely open at the back, easily removed with very easy access both top and bottom in front, tied only at the middle with a matching sting belt. If you weren’t careful when sitting, it slid open right up to the thigh level. Very sexy indeed! But it afforded some degree of elegant circumspection as well, since we had a lunch - conference to attend. Perfect. Being very flimsy and almost transparent material, it was decided she should maybe use a light semi-see through bra for the lunch, which she would remove before the ride back, leaving her naked underneath.
Next morning, the limo arrived on time, driven by Vincent, a good looking uniformed chauffeur in his mid 40’s, medium height, good build, very polite and attentive. We introduced ourselves, and got in the back: me on the back seat facing the front, and my wife on the jump seat facing back and me, behind the driver. The limo was typical of its kind: a stretch Lincoln Continental with darkened glass on the windows; a half glass partition in the middle inside with an opening about 30” long by 12” wide, dividing the front compartment from the passenger seats at the back, with a fixed darkened black glass about 10” long at the two extremes. The middle part had a glass partition which could be raised for more privacy, or left open, as it was now, for talking to the driver.
As we drove off, I began chatting with him – how long he had been a limo driver, what kinds of people he got to drive, was he married (yes), how long was the drive to where we were going (35 minutes, depending on the traffic, etc). In short, getting to know a bit about him. We had decided to add a little spice to the event by pretending that my wife did not speak any English. We are both fluent in English, Spanish, and French. We opted to use French between us, since almost everyone in Miami speaks Spanish, and I would “translate”. That way, we could talk in private to each other.
Within minutes of pulling in to the traffic, my wife allowed her dress to fall open in front, revealing all of her legs, which she parted slightly to afford me a full view of her now exposed pussy. This we kept with full, but close-cropped light brown hair, which I prefer to a shaved pussy, and which I myself trim to my own taste. No Mohican or similar hairstyles. I always love to look and enjoy the dark shadow of it through transparent panties, or free to the sight, with nothing on – as now.
Step one of the fun – having the limo ride there.
She proceeded to caress her legs, with her hand slipping ever closer to her center of pleasure, playing with herself for me to watch, lovingly caressing her lower body, moving down to her clito, staring at me directly with half closed eyes, with a wicked smile. All this with me chatting with Vincent, and him talking to us, pointing out the sights, me pretending to translate to her, sitting directly behind him, not a foot away, while she fondled herself in to a state of arousal. I even got him talking about some of the wilder things people had done in his limo. He said he had seen pretty much everything in that back seat, including even people actually making out. Asked if that bothered him, he said not at all, that he had enjoyed many interesting sights from his mirror. As long as they paid up at the end, and did not damage his limo, what people said and did was their business. That sounded pretty positive to us.
By the time we arrived at the Resort, Isabella had by now had at least two big orgasms, only partially muffling her moans by biting on her hand. Before we arrived at our destination, I had to tell her in French she had better cover herself fully exposed pussy up and give me time to get my hard cock back down, or we’d make a pretty picture getting out of the limo, with my profile all bulging! I was wearing a loose fitting guayabera shirt, precisely thinking of this situation, but it did not quite cover all of my now very visible bulge, which she brushed with the back of her hand as we got out.
When we arrived at the resort, Vincent said this could take up to 3 hours or more, depending on whether we decided on a follow up meeting after, as many couples did. We said, no, we’d be out after the conference to meet him. He agreed to return to collect us in a couple of hours.
The place was quite beautiful, with well kept gardens and facilities, clean and maintained, like almost all these types of resorts in Florida. We had a good lunch, a few glasses of wine, attended the conference, sitting close together, conscious of what happened on the way over, and what might happen on the way back – fulfil my wife’s fantasy of fucking in a moving limo. This she had fantasized about for a long time, and the driver seemed sufficiently pleasant that maybe it might actually be possible to do it. We had never before actually fucked with someone else there so close, and who would in all likelihood be well aware of what was going down. Another big turn on! The anticipation only added excitement all through lunch.
She kept whispering some very naughty things in my ear, telling how wet she was, and how she was going to drive me nuts, all the while rubbing her hand over my bulging cock, under the table. I asked what if the driver would be looking at us in his mirror, and she replied: “Well, he is only going to see what he knows and does himself” Wow! I thought, and asked: “And are you prepared to let me see us actually fucking?”
“It’s such a small space – who knows what he will be able to see”.
That only got me more turned, as sometimes when we were hot and at it, we often mentioned fantasies about fucking with others watching, and maybe even watching her with another man, like so many of the stories we read about in the various web sites we browsed from time to time. Although we never took it any further than fantasizing.
After the lunch-conference, we had a stroll around the gardens to help digest the ample buffet lunch, bought another couple of glasses of wine at the open air pool bar, sitting on high barstools, with Isabella exposing a lot of bare leg to the pool guests. We both had had quite a few glasses of wine over lunch. From time to time, I would caress her upper thighs, which only got both of us hot. We discussed how we might approach Vincent, with what we had in mind. That alone was an aphrodisiac. Isabella meantime, had gone to the bathroom after the conference (where they try to hard-sell you a Time Share), and removed her strapless and flimsy bra, which she proceeded to drop on the table in front of me. I smelled her delicious perfume, and put it in my pocket, to help disguise my by now quite deformed profile.
Step two of the Plan:
She was now totally naked (and I could imagine wet) under that flimsy dress for our potentially sexy limo ride!
Then we went to look for Vincent and the limo. There he was, waiting for us. I asked him if I could sit in the driver’s seat a moment to see how it felt to drive such a long car. My real intention was to see what he could see of the back area through his rear view mirror, and thus where we needed to sit for our ride back, either to be seen or not, as we decided.
We all chatted a while, with my wife sitting in the back, pretending not to understand. Asked if he had a deadline to get back to his base, he said that could be flexible: what did we have in mind? With the confidence established on the ride over, I then proceeded to tell him that my wife had always wanted to ride around in a limo, and (with a conspiratorial wink!) maybe something else, and that if he could give us a sightseeing detour on the way back for about 2 hours, there would be a good tip in it for him. And who knows, maybe having some other unexpected sightseeing benefits himself as well! He obviously got the message, for he grinned at us, winked, and agreed, saying, “Anything you want, you’re the boss! The limo is yours for the afternoon.”
As we set off, both of us sat a bit right of center in the rear back seat, with my wife right up next to me on my left on purpose, where Vincent could see our upper bodies, and most of us, but not completely. He drove slowly and carefully out of the Resort, on to the road back. In a few moments, we started with some heavy petting, caressing and deep kissing each other hard and long. Her hand went to my pants front, which she began to unzip immediately, as mine slid in to the top of her dress to touch her left tit and now hard nipple, slipping the dress and sleeve well down off her shoulder and arm, almost exposing that breast, which I proceeded to caress and kiss around, as well as her neck and shoulder, all the while rubbing her now hard nipple in my fingers. That, plus kisses on her neck and back, always drives her wild. She then slipped her arm completely out of that sleeve altogether, leaving one shoulder and lovely breast totally nude and clearly visible to the driver, should he look in the mirror, which he was obviously doing. This for her, was a first, purposefully baring a breast completely in front of another man, and one so close by, but I figured it was the limo ride and what we were doing, combined with the several glasses of wine over and after lunch, and the thrill of being watched.
A glimpse towards front showed me that Vincent had indeed adjusted his mirror for a better view, which I murmured to Isabella. That only made her more aroused, especially with a part of her nude and in full view of two men, one a complete stranger. She had by now opened my belt, pants, and boxers, pushed them down below my knees, unbuttoned my shirt, and took out and were fondling my now upright and dribbling cock.
I in turn slid my hand up her leg, parted the light dress in front completely on both sides up to her waist. She slid slightly forward on the seat to allow me more freedom to touch and play with her now dripping pussy. I began to gently massage her engorged clito, delicately as I knew she loved. She began to moan more and more audibly, eyes closed, reaching one almost instant climax. She then bent over and took my dripping cock in her mouth, licking it all over. Vincent, I could imagine, while not being able to see all of everything, had to be well aware of what was going on, as he was squirming around in his seat – no doubt adjusting a hardening cock himself too!
Isabella was by now very turned on, and seemingly oblivious to our audience, or perhaps because of it, opened her dress completely in front, climbed on top of me, facing me with knees and legs astride, guiding my throbbing and stiff cock in to her sopping pussy, and proceeded to ride me in a frenzy to another orgasm. At the same time, she loosened the strap material around her neck that maintained the dress in place.
Now I must say that while we had talked about it a lot, and pretty much thought something like this might happen, the reality of it still caught me a little by surprise. We had fucked in many places over the years - on beaches, in the sea, finger-fucked quickies in darkened corners of night clubs, the terraces and gardens of hotels, even in some semi-public places with people nearby, many times with the possibility of being seen. But never before had we deliberately gone this far and actually fucked with someone so near, a bare couple of feet no less, and perfectly aware and watching all that we were doing, with my wife semi nude to boot.
That was a new experience, and what a great turn on for us both! My cock hardens and oozes every time I think about it!
For by now, as she rode me to one orgasm after another, she had slipped her dress off the other shoulder, completely exposing all her upper body - her bare back and both of her beautiful boobs, which I was kissing hard as she climaxed. After a moment, she paused to catch her breath, leaning in to my neck, telling me how much she loved me and I telling the same, and what a turn-on, thanking her for being such an adventurous and horny lady!
I asked how she was enjoying her fantasy. Her sigh and smile answered. I murmured to her that we had a rapt audience in front, and she smiled and told me to tell him to keep his eyes on the road. He said he was trying, but having difficulty with that, with such a beautiful lady and all that action in back distracting him.
At which point Isabella sat up, still with me plugged inside her, and half turned to the front, one hand on my knee, giving Vincent an eyeful of her naked upper body in full profile, both glorious boobs standing firm with nipples full at attention, and said in to me in French:
“Then you’d better tell him to find a place to stop before he crashes”.
Which I translated.
He said there was a sort of park coming up shortly, where he could pull up for a few minutes, if we wanted, and I said, OK, go ahead: better that than crashing in to an oncoming car.
Vincent adjusted the mirror again for an even better view, now that it appeared he did not have to sneak looks to the back. My wife then proceeded to loosen the belt holding the dress to her waist, removing it altogether, tossing on the seat next to us.
She was now making no pretence of modesty of any kind, even of having anything half covering her below: she was now totally naked in the back of that car!. Again a surprise for me, as I had never expected she would do something like that...ever! But so sexy as well, as it was done with great nonchalance, even in good taste, as in everything she did. Although she loved to walk around the house naked in front of me, never to my knowledge had she ever exposed herself to anyone else, even with her own sister, claiming a certain modesty always.
She then got off me, turned around slowly to sit on me facing the front, and reinserted my very stiff cock back in to her sopping wet pussy. This manoeuvre exposed her nakedness almost fully to the front mirror, tits and pussy all, and Vincent, eyes bulging at the sight, nearly drove us off the road!
She then sat on me backwards, hands on my knees, and proceeded to rock gently on my stiff cock, watching with half closed eyes, watching Vincent in the mirror watching her. This seemed really to turn her on. I was so astonished that she would do something like this with anyone so close, much less looking at her, but she seemed to be in her own erotic world now, and loving every moment of it. And it was all the more arousing for me, watching my wife totally naked for the first time being admired by a stranger, all her attributes bared, all the while fucking me and coming noisily without any inhibitions. What an experience that was – a new high in our very solid relationship!
The driver had by now pulled in to some kind of lay-by, with some trees blocking the highway, facing the ocean. He gently parked facing in, and sat there respectfully, but eyes glued to the mirror. Isabella whispered to me and I translated to Vincent:
“My wife wants to know if you are enjoying all this, if it is exciting for you.”
“You serious, Man? I almost drove off the road twice!”
She whispered in my ear again, and again I was astonished at her forthrightness, but nevertheless translated:
“She says then you better take advantage and turn around for a better view.”
“You mean that, really? You don’t mind my looking?” he said to me. We both smiled and nodded yes, go ahead.
He moved on to a kneeling position on the front seat and turned towards us, back to the dashboard, resting his arms on the back of his front seat, facing the open space of the partition, eyes wide open, only feet away from us.
Isabella then did something else totally so out of character; I could scarcely believe it: she reached in to the hand bag next to her and took out our digital camera.
“Ask him” she told me in French, “to take some pictures of us”, and stretched out the camera to him while I translated. He looked unbelieving, but nonetheless after I nodded yes, reached toward her through the partition for the camera, which she handed to him, caressing his fingers lightly as she did so.
“Boy: no one is ever going to believe this”, said Vincent.
“Ask Vincent if he is going to tell his other driver friends what he is seeing today”, Isabella told me. “Or maybe his wife.”
“No”, Vincent said, “they would never believe me anyway. And my wife? Never! She’d make me quit driving limos!”
She whispered to me to tell him to take a few pictures of us like that, which he did.
That even drove her wilder, and she closed her eyes and really went at giving herself a good fuck, all the while with Vincent clicking away. That also made me nuts, and I almost came inside her there and then.
She then got off me (I was by now going half limp anyway from 30 minutes of a hard cock inserted inside her), knelt on the seat beside me, facing front, leaning slightly back to the cushions. She was fully extending her naked body up and forward in a languorous stretch, pussy fully exposed and glimmering wet, running her hands through her hair, posing for an additional picture like that. Unbelievable!
As Vincent was leaning into the partition for the photo session, this presented him a full and unobstructed view of her entire beautiful body, hard nipples, pubic area pushed slightly up and forward for better viewing, which he photographed several times. This was incredible: my wife behaving like this, almost whorish even, with a strange man not two arms’ length away, taking pictures of her, totally naked, herself enjoying every moment of it – not to mention me...and of course, Vincent!.
I began to feel stirrings in my cock again, seeing her act this way, almost like a porno movie star. Fantastic!
Even less could I believe what she asked me to “translate” next:
“Ask Vincent if he likes what he is looking at, and if it has given him a hard cock.”
Both Vincent and I did a double take at this audacity from her.
“She wants to know what!!?” he said.
I duly repeated the question.
“Man, this is some woman you got there! Can you believe this?” he said
She repeated that he did not answer the question.
“Yes, yes, and yes!” he blurted. “Boy! You have to made of stone not to get a hard on watching this kind of action! Do you do this often?”
“No” I said.” Believe it or not, this is the first time ever we do anything like this - ever. It’s always been her fantasy, and thanks to you, it’s now being a reality”.
“Thanks to me?” he replied. “Thanks to you. Wow, Man, this is something. Seen a lot in my limo, but never this. Not ever. And ain’t ever gonna forget it either, believe me”.
Isabella now turned slightly towards me, with a dreamy expression, still in the same stretched-forward position, one hand behind my neck, looking me directly in the eye, a playful smile on her face, and began caressing her beautiful boobs, pinching gently at her again hardened nipples, and said in French for me to translate: “Tell Vincent that now he has had a good look at me, at us, I think he should let me also have a look at him too, to see if he really has a hard cock “.
Now I have to tell you, this just about stopped me in my tracks: just couldn’t believe what I heard. She just looked at my surprised expression, smiling, nodded, and said, yes, ask him. Well, I thought, we were here for the full fantasy. So why not?
Vincent’s reaction was similar to mine: “She wants to see what? My cock? To come back there and show her my cock?”
“No”, I said, “show it from there, in the front seat, from where you are”.
“You sure you OK with this, Man?” he asked me.
Yes, I said, it’s OK with me, go ahead, let’s give her the complete fantasy, if he agreed.
In a flash, he shrugged out of his driver’s jacket, moved back against the front console of the car, knees resting on the seat and shoes on the floor, and proceeded to open his belt and pants, pushed down his underwear, moved aside his shirt, and popped out his fully erect dick for all to see, holding it self consciously in one hand.
Not an overly large member, but a nice size, and of course, fully stiff. Isabella was rapt, gazing at it, glancing at me. I smiled encouragement. She began to massage her hand slowly over her tits and down over her flat belly towards her pussy. Again, I just stared in amazement: it looked like she was actually going to masturbate right there and then, in front of a stranger, with us both looking on! I mean, she always loved me watching her do it, but had always said this was her private gift to me. And here she was about to share it with someone else, with both of us watching. Which she proceeded to do, slightly pushing forward, supporting herself with her other hand on the roof of the car, drawing closer to the partition between the seats, to get a better view of Vincent’s hard cock.
He was by now wide-eyed, eyes glued to my wife `s pussy, watching her massage herself, but by now himself massaging his own stiff cock, his hand moving slowly up and down the shaft, increasing now almost to my wife’s own rhythm. She was moaning out loud, moving her body to the rhythm of her own touch, her eyes moving constantly from his dripping cock jerking himself off, to look at me and my own now hard member which I was also caressing, her fingers busy inside herself, a dreamy and far away look on her face, as she worked herself up in ecstasy, in front of us both.
This was one erotic scene: three people masturbating and watching each other do the same, in the reduced confines of that car. Awesome! Unbelievable!
Isabella was now moaning very loudly, and saying aloud in English: “Yes! Yes! Oh Yes! Oh Yes! Aaaahhhhhh!” as she had a serious major orgasm. Vincent was obviously too beside himself with excitement to stop, and also came, spurting his creamy liquid all over the car seat.
What a show for us all! Seeing that my cock was stiff, Isabella moved on top of me to fuck me again, facing front, I imagine, so as not to miss looking at Vincent looking at her, his cock still pulsating in his hand, dripping his cum all over his fingers and the seat. She rode me to another and yet another orgasm herself within a minute or two.
I could almost imagine her fantasizing somewhere in the back of her mind as she fucked me that she was actually holding this new cock and licking all that milk off it, something she loved to do with me, or maybe even fucking Vincent instead of me. That really got me going, slamming harder and harder into her steaming wet pussy, for one huge orgasm myself, which in turn made her also come again. Wow! What a day!
After a while, she got off me, got some Kleenex from the box in the car to wipe herself and me, pulled out several more, and still fully naked, moved on to the other back seat, up close to the open panel, reached out and handed these to Vincent through the slot, watching him while he wiped all his cum off the seats and himself. Their eyes met, both smiling. She was now kneeling on the jump seat, only a half arms’ length from him, palms resting on the top of it, with her upper naked body up close to the open space, easily touchable, me watching them.
“Thank you, Vincent,” she said in perfect English, “for coming and literally making this such a fantastic day in our lives, and allowing me have such a great ride in your limo. It was truly more memorable than I could have imagined or expected. I will never forget this. Nor you. You have been such a nice man … Thank you.”
She then reached one hand through the opening, briefly touching his face, dropping it down, ever so lightly and briefly brushing over his now limp cock still hanging out of his pants, laughing at his reaction.
She turned back and came and sat on me, thanking me also, giving me a strong embrace and deep, long kiss. She then moved on to the seat, kneeling and turning to be facing front, reached for her dress and put it back on very slowly, almost unwillingly, leaving it open in front a long while, arranging her hair, smoothing out the dress, enjoying these last moments of frontal nakedness for us both to admire, and her to savour.
Vincent, beginning to get himself back together, stated that he had never had such an experience in all his years as a limo chauffeur; this was the most incredible limousine ride of his life, one that he would never forget it, and if we ever needed a limousine again, he would give us his card, and be sure to call him, especially if we had any other fantasies to live out in it! His offer was only too clear.
Isabella said yes, who knows, give us a card, with an email, and we might just send him a picture or two for him to prove to his friends that all this really took place in his limo, if he ever mentioned it, so they could see he was not making up the whole affair.
Arriving back at our hotel, Isabella made sure to let her dress fall completely open again as she was getting down out of the limo, pausing with one foot on the ground, to give Vincent a good last look of her naked pussy. She then asked me to take a picture with him standing next to the limo, she with one leg propped on the running board at back, the dress falling open almost to thigh length, giving him a quick peck on the cheek as we said our goodbyes: I gave him a handsome tip (which he was almost reluctant to accept), and he drove off.
We spent the rest of the evening reliving all the events of the day in detail, looking at the digital photos over and over, fucking away like two minks, as we would do many times in the future.
We still haven’t decided if we should send Vincent a picture, they are pretty graphic, and with Isabella’s or my face visible in most.
We spend many sexy and exciting sessions reviewing the photos downloaded to our Laptop, and discussing reliving this experience.
We often discuss her motives in reaching through the partition to touch Vincent, brush her fingers down over his cock, and what might have happened had Vincent been bolder in the car, reached forward through the partition and touched her while she was so close to him fully naked, almost provoking him to do so, maybe even caressing her body, feeling up her tits, perhaps even running his own hands down to her pussy, maybe even putting his fingers inside her sweet wetness to touch and enjoy her…. Isabella thought that given those very special erotic circumstances, with all of us being so totally aroused at the time, she might actually have let him do it. Was even for a moment tempted herself to touch him more, maybe even take his cock in her hand and see what it felt like. That how would I have reacted to her doing something like that? To which I cannot not truthfully answer, as it didn’t happen. But more than likely because of that special and so intimate atmosphere in the confined space of the car, I probably might enjoyed her doing that, watching to see what developed. This also forms part of our lovemaking fantasy at times – having Vincent do all that with her, in a sort of erotic threesome, but with the partition between us. We even fantasize that Vincent actually came in back with us, and caressed her, allowing her to caress hi and even suck his cock, but not actually fucking her.
We both agree that we feel very comfortable with all that happened that day, and believe it has drawn us even closer together, and we know we were lucky for sure in finding an accomplice as respectful and willing as Vincent.
We also agree that having opened up this new dimension in our relationship, and having so thoroughly enjoyed this experience together, plus the fact that it continues to give us food for discussion and erotic times, who knows that this might be the beginning of something new for us to explore further in the future, to add to our already great sex lives.
Some fantasies are, we know, just that and should remain so. However, only time will tell what may happen should the right circumstances crop up again. Who knows.
Adultfun47
November 2007
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After speaking to each other long distance over the internet, Fred in Iraq and Lorrie in the States, both were eager to get some time getting to know each other more intimately. So, finally, on a spring day in May, they finally got their chance.
The plan was for Lorrie to meet him at the airport on a Friday night to pick him up after a long flight. Hopefully, she thought, he was able to rest on the plane because she had big plans for him. They had been having steamy interactions long distance, and she wanted to have a live session this time. She couldn't contain her excitement. She had been planning what to wear, what to say…. would she be nervous…. would it be awkward? She didn't know but figured it would definitely work out. She was so horny for him. One way or another, she was going to get him.
She decided on wearing a white blouse with a visible pink lacy bra and cleavage visible via the low-cut buttoned blouse, a floral blue short skirt with a loose flair to it, and no panties, definitely no panties. To top that off, she decided heels were in order. So Sweet and Sexy! She was off.
On the ride to the airport, she kept replaying all the fantasies they talked about and kept getting more and more excited at every minute that passed…going to be a long wet ride.
Finally, she arrived, parked the car, and entered the airport to greet him as he got off the plane. Still, in her head, wondering what would happen next. Nervously, she still had about 20 minutes to wait for his plane to arrive, and she figured she might as well go to the bar in the airport for a drink, just to ease the butterflies in her stomach.
She headed back to the gate. "Here he comes," excitedly, she thought, with a grin on her face. Not surprisingly, he arrived with a matching grin. They both know what is ahead. After a hug, happy to feel him finally, there was some small talk; yes, both were a little nervous. How was the flight? Did you wait long? Both, all the while thinking, I can't wait to get down to fucking. Not being said aloud, but both could feel it anyhow. The sexual tension was palpable.
They gathered up his bags and headed to the car. As Lorrie was walking, Fred took his opportunity to fully enjoy the view of Lorrie in its entirety. Although he saw parts while on the internet, she looked incredible in person. This was definitely a safe time to check her out from behind without her catching him. He knew now he wasn't crazy for all the things he had said and thought about up to now. He really did want her.
As they reach the car, both of them think about what they had said about the car parked in the garage, fucking. Oh yeah, with just the thought, Lorrie felt hot already, hoping Fred would make some kind of advance. If he does, she thought to herself, I am totally going to do it. I just can't wait. She looked around, but no one was around. She could hear cars on other levels but figured, I don't care, I don't know any of these people, and will never see them again, fuck it. She opened the trunk, and Fred started loading his bags into the car. Lorrie watched him, hoping for him to do anything. Did he change his mind? Maybe he is nervous too? Lorrie decided to break the tension and had to make a joke or something. "So, I thought you were going to fuck me here? I didn't even wear panties. You're not gonna waste that, are you?" she laughed sarcastically. Fred just shot her a look that clearly meant… you're gonna get it now.
Lorrie headed for the car door, figuring he was going to let her comment slide, not knowing Fred was very close behind her. Just as she opened the door, Fred pushed it back closed. Lorrie knew it, and she had a huge smile now.
He turned her around, kissed her, and ran his hands up and down the outside of her thighs, up to her hips, pressing his body against hers. Her back was up against the car now, and she raised her leg up around his body, allowing him to get closer to her. She felt that he was hard now. She was really hot now, wanting him so badly. With her hands, she pulled him even closer now; he gladly pushed his cock on her pussy, knowing she had nothing on under her skirt. He was very excited too. Should we fuck right here, he wondered? They both really wanted to. It was very obvious to everyone who had driven by and the couple who had returned to their car parked beside them. They weren't distracted in the least, and they only had one thing on their mind.
Fred realized we couldn't do this here; we could be here for hours. He whispered, "Can't here… let's go find somewhere else…..quickly." Lorrie was now frustrated. She didn't think she was going to be able to wait a minute longer, as she had been waiting since December for this. One more minute, and she was going to explode; at this point, she almost felt like if he waited a minute more, she would have let all her juices go.
"Ok," she said, not saying how she really felt.
They both got into the car, and Fred was driving. They finally left the airport and headed in the direction of home. Both were silent, but each kept glancing at each other. Lorrie down on Fred, mouth-watering, Fred on Lorrie's ample cleavage, and wishing her skirt was about an inch or two higher, so he could really view her.
Lorrie just couldn't wait any longer. She leaned over to Fred, reached down and rubbed his package, and whispered in his ear," Is this ok?" Fred, without hesitation, agreed. She aggressively stroked him, and he was at full attention. Lorrie was definitely excited, ass he could feel herself getting wetter by the second.
She was peering down, trying to imagine how he looked and tasted. She decided only one way to find out. Unbuttoning and unzipping him, she thought, thank god he had boxers on, not much resistance to access.
He helped by wiggling his pants down a little so she would have full access, eager to feel her mouth on him. She leaned over, now almost lying across the center console, with one hand caressing him from his balls, up and down his cock as she pulled him into her mouth. Slowly teasing his head with her tongue at first, tasting his pre cum, yup, he's excited him, she thought. She continued to squeeze him with her fingers wrapped around his engorged cock as though she was going to milk the cum out of him. She then eased him further into her mouth, eagerly filling her mouth with all of his manhood that she could. Still, massaging him, sucking, licking.
Fred desperately looked around for a spot to stop the car. He couldn't take it anymore. He wanted inside her, wanted to feel her hot, wet pussy on him. Her mouth felt so good, but he wanted more.
Good, rest stop. He pulled in, and only two other cars there, "who gives a flying fuck? I don't," he thought. Lorrie was still excitedly sucking his cock without hesitation, writhing in her seat. Oh, she's ready. Lorrie raised up back onto her knees, Fred still in her mouth, hands still on him. He reached underneath her down to her throbbing pussy. She moaned as he began circling her clit and massaging it with his fingers. He could feel how wet she was as he probed a little further, pressing his fingers inside her. She moaned in enjoyment. Neither could wait, and both of them knew it.
He put his left hand on the back of her head, assuring she would have to keep sucking him until he was finished making her climax. She asked for this; she tortured me for months. She begged for him to fuck her; how she couldn't wait any longer. He kept rubbing and probing her harder with each stroke. She was really wet now, and he knew it. She kept moaning louder and louder. He loved feeling that too. He was going to make sure he muffled her moans and, finally, her screams, with his cock.
He smirked as she was fucking his hand now, moaning and then screaming. Shaking, her juices were now running down his hand onto his wrist and were now running down her thighs too. It was all too tempting for him not to want a little taste.
After controlling the urge to unload into Lorrie's mouth, he ordered her to turn around, lay back, and present her pussy to him. Now she was helping him stroke her. Her back was pushed up against the door. Although this car was small, Fred was determined to try her. He leaned over and licked her now engorged pussy. She was so wet and willing, squirming under his tongue.
He decided he was going to make her pay again for the torture he had endured. He licked around her clit. Driving her even more wild, he pierced her with his tongue, and now she lowered her hand to massage her own clit. She knew she was going to cum again. Waves of pleasure engulfed her now, her hips meeting his tongue movements. She came again as she was still begging to be fucked now while Fred sat back in his seat with a satisfied smirk on his face. Oh no, he's not, she thought; hehe's mine now.
She got up, moved toward Fred, reached over him, and pulled the lever, which made his seat go into a fully reclined position. He just smiled; he knew what was coming next. She straddled him and unbuttoned her blouse. He took advantage of the access to her breast and pulled her bra down past her nipples, leaned forward, and began sucking. She was grinding up against him. She was teasing him before she positioned him beneath her and slowly guided his cock into her. She pushed him back with force and mounted him forcefully. She raised and lowered herself on him slowly at first. She knew he wanted it harder, but after what he did, she wanted to tease him. She couldn't take it anymore, and she wanted his cum deep inside her. Enjoying his cock harder and harder, he raised his hips to meet her, each time getting deeper. That was their goal, him as deep inside of her as he could.
After riding him for a bit, she reached behind her to grab his balls, trying to massage the cum out of him. Looking at him, telling him how much she wanted his cum. Now slamming his cock deep inside her, she unleashed a huge orgasm; he could feel her tense up and squeeze his cock inside her, still pumping, milking him as he exploded. She now smirked as she was proud of what she had just accomplished. Leaned over and said in a low sexy voice, "Oh, you wait. That was just the warm-up round."
The drive home had been extremely thrilling. Fred and Lorrie exchanged glances, smiling, laughing, and giggling the whole time. They spoke about how long it had been, talking about the sizzling plans they had made online, chatting almost every day for nearly five months. Both of them were still thinking about what happened as they had left the airport.
Finally, after his arrival, at a rest stop shortly after leaving the airport, they were unable to restrain their eagerness to fulfill their desires. Now what?
They decided to head to Lorrie's house before going out to find some of Fred's old friends. The night was still early, and Fred could use a bed to lie on.
At Lorrie's house, which was small but charming, they entered. Again, both were nervous. Was this really happening? It was like a fantasy still, like one they had dreamed up while talking long distance, like one each of them had imagined in their head. Still, although nervous, each of them still wanted each other intensely, especially after satisfying their hunger for each other earlier.
"You must be tired," Lorrie said. "No, not that tired, just wanna lay down for a little bit before we go out. Is that ok?" Fred responded.
"Of course," Lorrie agreed, "You want the couch or my bed?"
"Bed. Just don't let me fall asleep," Fred said, "or I'll never get back up."
Lorrie grinned, "that shouldn't be a problem."
She led Fred upstairs to her bedroom. Fred removed his shoes, laid back, and pretended to get comfy. Lorrie was onto his game; he had no intentions of resting. She knew this but played along.
"Do you mind if I lie next to you?" Fred asked.
"No, not at all," Lorrie replied.
Lorrie followed suit, slipped off her shoes, and lay down next to Fred. Fred on his side facing Lorrie, Lorrie on her back, with a pillow propping up her head. She turned on the television just so he would think she wasn't onto his game.
He lay there, laughing to himself; she really thinks we're just gonna lie here like this? Again with the tempting me. She's gonna get it.
Fred looked at Lorrie, her long legs leading up to that short blue skirt, up to the pink lace peeking out of the white button-down shirt, which was unbuttoned to show her ample cleavage. Although all that was nice, he continued up to her eyes, which were peering forward toward the television. Really, is she really watching television right now? She's not gonna be in a minute.
He leaned toward her, lessening the distance on the bed between them. Slowly he raised his hand to touch her thigh. First, on top, slowly caressing it. He looked toward her face again, no response.
Lorrie was holding in a smile with all her might, her heart racing. He sensed she was playing now; game on.
He continued caressing up and down her thigh, and slowly, he glided his hand to the inside of her thigh. Using long slow strokes now, he rubbed a bit harder toward her, higher and higher.
Lorrie is now grinning, trying not to, of course, but unable to deny it.
That was all he needed to progress completely. He had not forgotten that she was not wearing any panties under her loose skirt. All too tempting. He rose his body up to his knees, pulled her to the center of the bed, and put his knees between her legs, her head still propped on pillows. Still, only giggling on Lorrie's part, she wasn't helping. He grabbed Lorrie's legs and pulled her down with force, so she was now lying flat on the bed, skirt pulled up by his actions, with her legs parted.
Fred was gonna have to punish her for this little display, the stoic looks, the not helping him in any way. Oh, she's gonna pay.
He leaned forward, planted a kiss on the inside of Lorrie's upper thigh, and looked up at her. Lorrie wasn't giving in just yet. He thought to himself, oh really, now I am gonna torture her. He continued kissing, licking, sucking on the inside of Lorrie's thighs higher, but not high enough. Lorrie was squirming. Her mind thought he's killing me, son of bitch.
Lorrie surrendered, reached down, and pushed Fred further up, presenting her pussy to him. He parted her with his tongue just so she knew he meant business, but he wasn't giving in just yet. Still, Lorrie holding his head, he resisted. Instead, he penetrated her with one finger very slowly, then two slowly. Lorrie was writhing now, frustration and anticipation rising. He sensed this and began to quicken his pace inside her. Penetrating quicker and deeper each time. Finally, allowing his tongue to explore her fully. Lorrie moaned, her breath deepening. Again, with his fingers still keeping pace, his tongue explores, slowly, then eagerly, circling her clit until she finally begs, "Come on." He giggles, then concentrates his tongue on her clit. That's what she wanted. Still fucking her intensely with his fingers, sucking and licking, Lorrie begins to moan louder and louder, writhing and squirming to meet his fingers. Cum, baby cum. Fred eagerly anticipated her juices to flow. Her moans now turn into shallow screams of pleasure. Oh, yeah, she's cumming now. Hmmmm. He leans back, laughing an evil laugh. I've got her now. Or so he thought.
Lorrie's turn, she thought, Fred's fingers still inside her. She interrupts him, leans forward, and pulls him up to meet her. Forcefully she pulls his shirt over his head. Fred is now back on his knees; she concentrates on unbuttoning her own shirt, down past her little pink bra, completely. He watches. She unhooks the bra, which has a front clasp, and pulls it completely aside, revealing her breast for him. He leans in. She restrains him, pushes him back onto his knees, and leans forward.
Nearly at eye level with the bulge now presenting itself in his pants, she unbuttons, then unzips his pants. Slowly, she pulls them down, along with his boxers. Now she means business. Now fully exposed, she leans in; he can feel her hot breath on him. She gently runs her fingers up and down his cock, lips almost touching. Fred watched this, almost trembling. She licks his shaft in one long stroke. Now, Fred can't take anymore, "Come on." Boy, isn't that familiar, she grins. Now she licks the head of his cock, swirling her tongue until she slowly greedily devours him. She sucks him lightly, then harder as she strokes him both with hands and mouth. He tastes good. Hmmm.
Fred just can't take anymore; he's on the verge of cumming, when he pulls out of Lorrie's mouth and pushes her back onto the bed. He needs to cool down a bit.
Now, back to those tits. Fred now zealously licks, then sucks, then gently nibbles on Lorrie's erect nipples while fucking her with his fingers again, jabbing inside her deeply. Again, she meets him with her hips to get him deeper. Oh, I can't wait til he fucks me again.
He again leans back. Lorrie can see how hard he is. Now she can't wait till he enters her and fucks her like she's wanted him to. He slowly rubs her clit and pussy with the head of his cock. She's burning for him now. He slowly pushes into her. Her pussy is wet, hot, and tight; he enjoys this bit of resistance. He enters further, deeper; she is moaning, stretching her legs to allow him deeper penetration. He gladly allows her pussy to engulf him. He begins to fuck her, pumping, her hot juices glazing his cock with every thrust. Pulling out and stabbing her pussy. Feeling the head of his cock repeatedly entering her is making Lorrie increasingly excited. She loves her pussy pounded. Almost as if he sensed this, he began driving into her, drilling her, making her scream with pleasure till he could feel her pussy squeeze his cock.
He continues till he almost erupts inside her. How dare she? Oh, not yet. You are not finished yet; neither am I.
He pulls out. "Turn around." Lorrie obeys, smiling. With her ass presenting in front of him, he couldn't resist one good spank. "You deserved that." She laughs. He puts his arm around Lorrie's stomach. She's not going anywhere. She is ready for this; she has thought about this position many times. It is her favorite, after all. Still, with his arm holding her in place, he takes his other hand to guide his cock into her. Once in, he thrusts hard while pulling her onto him. Very deep. Lorrie moans loudly. He continues fucking her intensely. Lorrie meeting his every blow. Fucking harder and harder. Pounding her pussy. He hesitates for a moment, and he realizes Lorrie is still feverishly fucking his cock. He eagerly meets her blows. She is moaning, taking his cock as deep as she can take it. Feeling his swelling cock drilling her repeatedly, she feels her pussy tightening on him, milking. Feeling his stiff cock inside her makes her dripping wet. She's cumming. He knows it. As she screams, he releases his load into her eager pussy, both their juices now dripping from her freshly fucked pussy; they lay exhausted.
After a much-needed nap, Lorrie arose to realize it was getting pretty late in the evening, and if they were going to get out and catch up with some friends, they'd better get going. Fred, asleep in the spooning Lorrie, was easy to wake by wiggling her hips and grinding her ass up against Fred. That woke him up. Although he would've liked to stay in bed with Lorrie, she insisted that they go out. After all, Fred hadn't seen his friends in months, since last summer, in fact. It would be hardly fair if she kept him all to herself. Besides, she would have more time with him. He is going to be in town for two weeks, and other than an occasional email, he hardly ever hears from them, not like the endless chatting they do daily online.
Each showered and dressed, very casual, like all the bars in this town are, but of course, Lorrie had to sex it up a bit for Fred. She wore a baby blue blouse that clung to her curves and showcased her ample cleavage, a tight, short, jean skirt that revealed her long smooth legs down to her high heel summer sandals to show her pink painted toenails. Definitely on the hot side of casual. Fred wore his khaki shorts and a tee, not original, but still sexy to Lorrie. She was just happy to be with him after all this time.
She is so mean. Fred thought to himself, ..she knows that I am going to be distracted all night by her, thinking about getting inside her again.
Lorrie knew what she was doing; that was her plan all along, torture.
They drove to a local club where both had been many times. A lot of familiar faces in this place. Fred and Lorrie just looked at each other, having discussed what they were going to run into in this town. Not knowing what would happen exactly, they both decided they weren't going to say anything to anyone about this relationship. Really no one else's business, so nothing was good enough for them. Besides, the majority would twist anything to make it sound juicier anyhow. It does add to the mystery and excitement and always gives a giggle when you finally hear what the tale has ended up being told about you. If people only knew.
Being the beginning of May, with the air starting to warm up, Lorrie decided to have a summer cocktail, Strawberry Daiquiri. Fred, well, you guys all know, beer. They sat at the bar and started downing their drinks.
Of course, Fred hadn't been in town for quite a while, so any and all of his buddies whom he hadn't seen in a while were vying for his attention. So, Lorrie expecting this, allowed him to meander and visit with everyone. She also meandered and socialized herself; after all, being from this small town, some of his friends weren't all that unfamiliar to her. After a while, a few drinks, and a few more shots, they had lost all hopes of being inconspicuous. Lorrie was looking mighty hot and, of course, after alcohol, getting harder and harder to resist. Lorrie, too, was having a hard time keeping her attention away from Fred. They had waited so long for this, for each other. They had not even come close to satisfying their craving for each other. They slowly made their way back together, still talking with friends, but being so close to each other, they had to touch, at least. So, just a little bump here, a little rub up against there, a hand low on Lorrie's back, slipping lower….Well, you know what effect alcohol has. Why would you think anyone would notice? Play dumb.
"Yeah, I think I left my purse in the car. I'll be back," Lorrie proclaims, hoping Fred gets the hint.
"I need to get some air. It's gotten hot in here," as he follows closely behind Lorrie out the door.
His friends just roll their eyes and make little gestures to each other. They're not buying it. Like they didn't notice Fred rubbing Lorrie's ass.
Once outside, Lorrie turns around, "Real smooth. I'm sure that they didn't notice a thing."
"I don't care. Let's go," Fred said.
He was right; why bother staying? The touching and rubbing were just going to escalate into something that was better off done behind closed doors or at least away from prying eyes.
"I still want more of my daiquiris. Strawberries are my favorite," Lorrie said.
So, of course, they stopped at the store on the way, picked up daiquiri mix, rum, ice, and of course…beer.
Heading for home now, with Fred's hands gliding further and further up Lorrie's skirt.
"We are almost there. Stop! I am trying to drive. Do you want me to crash when we are right down the street?" Both were laughing.
They pull into the driveway. Lorrie, of course, her torturing temptress self, "I've got to make a drink!"
Fred rolls his eyes. Come on!
Lorrie heads into the kitchen, pulls out the blender, and starts mixing. Fred puts his beer in the fridge. Cracks one open. "You have that hammock you told me about up yet?" he asked.
Lorrie smiles, "Yes, of course, I have it up out there; it's nice out now." Like she doesn't know where this is going.
"I want to see it," Fred said.
"What, you don't believe me?" she asked, giggling. "Alright…. grab your drink, let's go."
It's a clear night, with some moonlight, but still very dark in Lorrie's backyard. The only light is from the cars passing by the house, and they don't reach the part of the backyard where the hammock is. Very quiet, very private, very dark…how convenient.
They make their way back, Lorrie holding onto Fred, walking in her heels on the lawn; she needs a little help. "Why do you want to see this hammock now?" Laughing.
At this point, Fred does not even respond. "Take them off!" he ordered.
"Everything?" she asked.
"Yes, everything!" he exclaimed.
Lorrie hands her drink to Fred, and obeys his orders, first the top, then the skirt, then the bra. "I am keeping my shoes on; we are outside, you know."
"Sit."
Lorrie again follows his command and props herself onto the hammock, still facing Fred. "Can I have my drink back now?"
"No," he approaches Lorrie and stands between her legs.
Fred pushes her onto her back. She just laughs; she knows what is going to happen. They talked about this hammock. She only thinks she knows.
There she lay, naked and giggling, anticipating what he would do next.
"You still want your drink?" Fred asks sarcastically.
"Yes, I do!"
"Alright." As Lorrie reaches for her glass, he pulls the drink away, "Put your hand down."
"What?"
"Put it down!" Fred ordered.
She obeys, puzzled. What the hell is he doing?
"Close your eyes," Fred said.
"Why?" she asked.
"Just DO it," said Fred.
"Ok! They are closed!"
He leans over her. Now she is just excited and a little nervous. Fred, still holding the drink, begins licking Lorrie, starting at her neck, trailing down to her breasts, and slowly teasing her nipples with his tongue. With the cool night air and his tongue on her, she gets goosebumps and shivers. Fred feels that.
"Cold?"
"No. I am not cold."
"Are your eyes still closed?"
"Yes." and they were; the anticipation of not knowing what he was going to do next was thrilling her.
He continued teasing her nipples with his mouth, licking and nibbling, stopping briefly to drizzle a little bit of that daiquiri onto her nipples, one at a time, and eagerly licking it off. He continues from her nipples down to her belly button, where he licks another shot.
"Keep going."
Fred smiles; he knows where she wants him to go.
"Hold this," he hands the drink to Lorrie, who, of course, has to take a sip.
He just shakes his head. She leans down, grabs Lorrie's ankles, and positions her feet on the hammock, her legs completely spread. Now her pussy is totally exposed and presented in front of Fred. Unlike Lorrie, he doesn't care about getting dirty. He kneels before her.
"Give me that drink back."
Lorrie obliges. Why wouldn't she? She knows what is coming next and can't wait.
"Don't use all of that," referring to her drink.
"Didn't I tell you, no talking?"
"No."
"Well, NO talking."
Lorrie laughs because she knows what buttons to push. She isn't really pissing him off. She is just frustrating him a bit, making him a little more aggressive.
How can I reward her for this behavior? He thinks as he kneels before her, legs spread. She knows I can't stop now. The temptation is just too great.
He takes the ice-cold drink and rubs it on her. She feels the cold moisture dripping down her and wiggles. He drizzles a little on her, which drips down her, mixing with her own liquor, which has begun to well up in anticipation. Fred leisurely begins to lap up the cocktail which he has created. His warm mouth and fervent tongue are breathtaking for Lorrie, she moans.
"You want your drink back?"
Lorrie can hardly speak, "No."
He laughs and continues licking, sucking, and exploring her with his tongue. This daiquiri is good.
Lorrie is thoroughly appreciating this; his hot mouth on her wet pussy is bringing her waves of ecstasy. Writhing and moaning, he slides his fingers into her. She has to have him now.
Fingers still inside her, she sits up and puts her feet down. Forcing his fingers deeper. Still squirming, writhing on his hand.
"Give me that drink. Stand up." She says with a moan.
He rises.
"Take them off." She says while unbuttoning then unzipping his shorts, tugging them down, along with his boxers. Exposing his swelling cock before her.
She downs the rest of the drink and looks up at him. He meets her mouth, enjoying the sweet juices, kissing deeply while she kneads his balls and rod. She pulls away and looks down at his fully engorged shaft. Her mouth-watering, she draws him to her lips. Lightly she feathers him with her lips and tongue, up and down the entire length of him. He pulls her off of the hammock so she is standing bent over in front of him. His hands pull her hair back, and she begins devouring his cock. Swirling her tongue and jerking him with her hands and mouth. Eagerly she sucks, savoring his flavor. "Mmmmmm," she moans. She is zealously consuming him.
He pulls her up and turns her around. She bends over, face down on the hammock. She feels him probing her tight pussy. Driving into her, stretching her narrow tunnel, which impatiently awaits his entry. She grinds back on him, forcing him into her. He grabs the hammock, grasping the ropes in his fingers, and begins plunging his cock into her, which sends Lorrie rocking onto his rod. She screams in pleasure, "Ooooh! Yeah! mmmm…” She is throbbing with delight, squeezing onto him. She can feel every inch of him pulsing inside of her; she is cumming, juices dripping.
He pulls out and turns her around. She jumps up onto the hammock facing him. She pulls her feet up, legs bent apart, sitting up. He thrusts into her; she wraps her legs around him. He begins filling her pussy deeper and deeper, swinging her onto his cock, faster and faster. "ooh yeah, fuck me harder, Fred!" Watching him drive into her. She is gripping his cock hard now, pumping him with the tight walls of her engorged pussy. He can feel her cumming as he crams deep inside her. He can't contain his load any longer and bursts his shot into her.
"I know we've been drinking, but I am definitely cocked now." she giggles.
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By LovelyLynn
I have a question for the experienced couples on the board. For quite a while I have had the desire to be in a more sexually charged environment while having sex with my husband. Now, I have been hanging around this board and learned a lot about the maturity required to swing and I must say I am impressed by a lot of you. The reason I bring this up is because I would like your opinions. I am wanting to find some couples or groups that are open and mature like yourselves to watch while each couple has sex.
I am in my 20's and find that a lot of couples around my age lack maturity when it is called for. Of course for a lot of couples at any age it seems can barely keep their own relationships together. On the other hand it seems that a lot of you put respect and your relationships above all else. Other than the fact that I am not technically a swinger (yet ), I feel you people share more in common with my ideals than most groups of people.
I would love to try new things but I'm not near ready for a 4some or swapping. However, I feel that being in and getting comfortable as a couple around swingers would open the door to a lot of new experiences for me.
So I was curious how the couples on here would feel about having a non swapping couple around having sex in the same room as them? Does it make a difference to you if there are just 2 couples, more than 2, group sex, or swapping going on in the room? What do you think the best way to go about it would be? Is this something that Swingers in general accept?
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By SwingSetHusband
Which one of the two are you more like?
Myself, I'm more of a Voyeur. Just something about watching gets me going!!!
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