Thailand is Paradise
This happened in Thailand. At least I think it did. My British editor John Clemmons, deciding that I needed a change of scenery, offered me the use of his chalet there for three weeks. Their rainy season is now over, he said, so it’s the best time to visit. Trade your cold Chicago winter for the lush green tropics.
I had just gone through a bitter divorce from the woman I had loved since childhood. My life was as cheerless and bleak as the weather. It was affecting my writing. Deciding that perhaps I could find solace in another part of the world, I made the long flight across the Pacific. The chalet was just outside the village of Ban Laem Sak in southern Thailand, east of Phuket. Its locale, on a hillside overlooking Ao Phang Nga beach and bay, could not have been more delightful. In late afternoon the setting sun created an almost surreally beautiful tableau as it lit up the sea and the many small islands that were scattered across the bay.
After a day or two I was settled in. I arranged with a neighbor woman, Duean Suvarnananda, to prepare my meals and bring them to me.
For several days I worked to revise my latest novel, but soon grew restless. One morning I gathered my prismacolor colored pencils and sketchpad and drove my rental jeep past Phang Nga town to Ton Pariwat, a local nature park. Trails wound through the dense rainforest, past bamboo and fishtail palms, to several cascades and waterfalls.
At Takua Cascade I used my pad to sketch Thai children as they splashed at the edge of the stream. Thai families and tourists, the latter mostly from Europe, took photos or just admired the view. Still restless, I saw a faint trail leading past the falls upstream, and decided to follow it.
After about ten minutes I was just about to turn back when I began to hear another waterfall ahead of me. Rounding a bend in the trail, I could see a torrent cascading over a rock shelf into an emerald green pool some forty feet across.
Standing partly under the water that splashed into the pool were two naked Thai girls. They had already seen me. Each was holding one arm across her breasts and using her other to cover her pubic mound. They seemed more curious than embarrassed, and made no attempt to run to their clothes that were draped on bushes at the water’s edge.
I tried to offer a reassuring smile, mouthing ‘Excuse Me’ over the noise of the waterfall. One of the girls hesitated, and then returned my smile. She used the arm that was covering her breasts to give me a slight wave with her hand.
I waved back and signaled that I would withdraw back down the trail. To my surprise, however, the girl shook her head no. A playful look on her face, she pointed to a log along the trail, indicating that I should go and sit there. She turned and spoke to her companion, who smiled and nodded in agreement.
Now curious as to what might unfold, I walked to the shaded log and sat down. The girl then pointed to my sketchpad and used gestures to indicate that she wanted me to sketch the two of them as they bathed.
She placed her hands on her hips, smiled again, and resumed her shower, letting the torrent splash off her breasts. She then turned to me and arched her back so that it spilled over her derriere. The other girl joined her. In a few seconds the two were laughing and chattering again, oblivious to my presence.
I could see by now that both were fully grown women. The one who had gestured to me had shoulder length black hair, while the other’s raven tresses were in a chop style, scarcely longer than my own hair. Each had the lithe, willowy bodies typical of Oriental women. I was more charmed than aroused by their nudity. Their every movement was innately graceful, not learned or practiced. In their naked state, they seemed a natural, even essential part of the setting before me.
I have traveled across every continent, but have never gazed upon a more enchanting scene than these bathing Thai girls, deep in the rainforest. Luxuriant vegetation, verdant palms and ferns, framed the picture. A small flock of parrots flew past and then banked into a fruiting tree nearby.
Another bird, known as a broadbill, resplendent in black and red plumage, perched nearby as if it too wanted to enjoy this moment. I had the eerie sense that I had somehow stepped into a Thomas Moran landscape, a realm where everything we see and hear is as ideal as in some fantasy or daydream.
Now completely at ease, the girl with short hair settled into the pool and swam across, smiling at me, then turned and swam on her back toward the falls. Her supple body glided smoothly through the clear water. She then rinsed again in her natural shower and sat on a rock at the pool’s edge that was lit by a shaft of sunlight. She leaned back on her hands and angled her body almost straight, closing her eyes. She was captivating, the very essence of a creature at home amid tropical splendor.
After a moment the other woman bent forward and wrung the water from her hair, then shook her head vigorously. She casually walked to their clothes and drew on panties and a silk wrap-around skirt. Her companion did likewise. Donning their bras and thin T-shirts, both walked across the shallows above the pool. They approached me and sat down on a shaded rock at the edge of the river.
A few seconds passed as I regarded the two maidens. Their glossy skin was deep chocolate in color, with a russet sheen that one sees in the people of southern Thailand. Their faces were literally radiant with a charm and innocence that was entirely new to my experience. Finally I said, “I’m sorry to have interrupted your bath. You are both very beautiful.”
This brought relaxed smiles, and then the girl with longer hair spoke. “It is okay, you did not mean any harm. And you are an artist. We saw you drawing the children at the lower pool, so I thought you might like to draw us too. You are German?”
“No, I’m an American. My name is Wyatt.”
They smiled and giggled to each other. The one with short hair spoke. “We are happy to meet you, Wyatt,” she replied, pronouncing my name as if it were W’ite. “My name is Sunee, and this is Jaeng.”
“Are you sisters? You must tell your parents for me that they have raised lovely daughters.”
Again more smiles and giggles. “No, we are friends,” replied Sunee. “We were classmates in school. We live in the village of Tha Kasom, and now run a shop together. We make and sell jewelry.”
After a pause, Jaeng said, “May we see your painting, W’ite?”
I turned the sketchbook so that the two women could view. They smiled, exchanged words in Thai, then Jaeng said, “It is very nice, but it is not finished.”
“No,” I replied. “I can fill in some of the colors this afternoon, but I didn’t have time to complete it, I’m afraid.”
Again the girls conversed between themselves. “You must finish the painting, W’ite,” declared Jaeng. “We can bathe again tomorrow if it pleases you.”
I looked at the two beguiling creatures and after a few seconds realized that they were quite sincere. We made arrangements to meet again at the pool, and descended to the parking lot together. I drove the women to their village and returned to my chalet.
My novel now forgotten, I spent several hours filling in and intensifying colors in parts of the drawing that I had sketched. The next day I returned to the pool an hour early to capture the surroundings on paper, unsure if my two wood nymphs would reappear. But in time I heard their high, singsong voices conversing in Thai as they approached.
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“Good morning,” I greeted them.
“Good morning, W’ite!” responded Sunee. When she saw my drawing she went on, “Oh, now it is very pretty. You must finish!”
With no hesitation the two girls quickly disrobed. Nude once again, they began to bathe as before. Seeing that I wanted to capture Sunee reclined on the sun-drenched rock, and Jaeng wringing out her hair, they posed this way for me as well.
After an hour I had gotten what I needed. Once more Jaeng and Sunee wrapped themselves in their skirts. This time not bothering to cover their breasts yet, they sat next to me and admired the work.
“I still have to build up and strengthen the colors here and there,” I said, motioning to the painting, “but it’s almost complete. I can do the rest of it back in my chalet this afternoon and tomorrow.”
“So pretty!” murmured Sunee. Then, looking into my eyes, she said, “W’ite, may we ask how old are you?”
“I’m thirty-two.”
Jaeng took my left hand. “But you are not married?”
“No, I’ve been divorced over a year now.”
“Did you come to Thailand to find a Thai girl wife? Or to have sex with Thai girls?” Now the easy smiles were gone. This seemed an important point to them, a matter that needed to be resolved.
“No, not at all,” I replied. “I’m actually a writer by profession, and my editor insisted that I come here to relax and finish editing a novel I’ve just written.”
“Do you not find Thai girls pretty?” asked Sunee, again in the tone of one to whom the answer is quite important.
I hesitated, gazing into her dark almond-shaped eyes, then to her soft lips, finally the thick mane of jet-black hair that each had. “Sunee, and Jaeng,” I said, “Thai women are very attractive, and you two are the most charming I’ve met. When I said yesterday that you were beautiful I wasn’t just being polite, you know. You are both quite lovely.”
Their faces beamed with pleasure.
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At five o’clock that afternoon came a soft knock on my chalet door, so slight that at first I did not hear it. When I opened the door, Jaeng and Sunee were standing there with smiles on their faces and sacks of groceries in their arms.
“Hello,” I said, “so you did find me!”
“Oh yes,” replied Jaeng, “our cousin Ikey knows this village well.” She turned and waved to a young man who had driven them from their village to my chalet. Then the two women entered the front room. As I closed the door Sunee impulsively rose up on tiptoes and planted a quick kiss on my cheek. Jaeng did the same, eliciting a blush from me that made the women smile. They seemed to smile at everything, as if life were just one long series of amusing episodes.
“Oo, so pretty!” gushed Jaeng as I showed them the front room of the chalet and the small patio that revealed the bay beyond. After I had given them a tour of the chalet, the two girls, now barefoot, set to work preparing dinner as I put the finishing touches on my painting. Occasionally they examined it, apparently impressed with my effort and, I hoped, my talent.
Later we enjoyed dinner as the sun set. Once more it was a perfect evening as birds called, the air became cooler and more fragrant, and the bay provided another stunning light show. Jaeng and Sunee’s culinary skills proved equal to that of Mrs. Suvarnananda.
Amid much giggling and shy smiles they served tom kha soup, a delicious concoction of chicken and coconut milk flavored with Kaffir lime leaves. Then came khao rad gang, rice topped with a shrimp and curry mix. Dessert was khao niao durian: rice and the remarkable durian fruit in coconut milk.
I became spellbound by the paradisiacal setting; by food that seemed to have every flavor imaginable; by the sparkling eyes and musical voices of my companions. Again I had the uncanny feeling that I had somehow slipped from reality into a dream; to a place too perfect to be real.
I have always been a man’s man, never quite at ease in the presence of women. Women seem to me a mystery, almost another species. What do they think about? What do they want? This was especially true of women from another culture. Before now I had always been at a loss to understand the first thing about them.
I know only two things about women. It pleases them to be sincerely praised, and to laugh. During our dinner I managed to do both, praising Jaeng’s and Sunee’s cooking and their beauty, and drawing laughs from them as I told them of my life growing up on a horse ranch. Later I admired photos they had brought of their friends and many relatives.
After we had finished dinner the three of us cleaned the kitchen, and I drove them back to their village. When we pulled up in front of the cottage that they shared, Jaeng, who was sitting in the passenger seat, smiled and said quietly, “We liked being with you this evening, W’ite. You are a nice man.”
With that she leaned over and kissed me, first on the cheek and then on the lips. In that kiss was both friendship and affection as Jaeng pressed her lips firmly to mine, lingering for long seconds. After they had gotten out of the jeep, Sunee too, with a “Goodnight, W’ite,” gave me the same warm kiss. It was a perfect ending to the day.
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During the next two weeks the two girls cooked dinner for me several more times. I visited their cottage for an evening meal as well. By then the feeling of great loneliness that had been like a shroud over me since my divorce began to fade. Jaeng and Sunee had sensed, I believe, the grief and emptiness in my life. They seemed determined to show me that the world could indeed be an enjoyable place.
Over several afternoons, the two girls posed together on my patio for a sketch of their faces as the gold light of late afternoon sun played warmly across their cheeks and on their hair. When it was at last finished, I presented this work to Jaeng and Sunee, earning affectionate hugs.
We were relaxing on the patio later, just as the last scarlet and orange hues had faded to gray in the western sky. Jaeng casually got up and moved over to where I sat; then, settled into my lap. Her arms around me, she planted a soft kiss on the edge of my lips.
There is a certain look a woman gives a man that means the same regardless of nationality. Seeing this look in her eyes, I said, “Jaeng, I don’t want you and Sunee to think that all the time I was sketching you, or enjoying your wonderful meals, I was just waiting … well, just waiting for sex. You two mean so much more to me than that.”
Her almond eyes glowing, Jaeng murmured, “You are a very nice man. But I am a woman.”
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“And so am I,” Sunee whispered. I looked up to see that she was removing her T-shirt.
A few moments later the three of us were naked on the bed. I lay on my back, resting my upper torso on my elbows, watching the two women. Both were on their knees at my waist. The stark contrast between my cream-colored manhood and the slim dark hands that enclosed it merely enhanced my arousal. Together they planted warm kisses on my cock head, my shaft and my testicles.
“It is so pale,” Sunee grinned. “Is this why you are called W’ite?”
“Yes,” I chuckled, “you’ve guessed my secret.”
As I watched Jaeng and Sunee pleasure my manhood, I was struck by the fact that even now the two women retained an air of almost primal innocence. Sunee licked my cock head just as happily as if she were licking a cone of mango ice cream. I wondered if there was a distinction between the two acts in her mind.
And Jaeng, her eyes closed, slipped her warm mouth over and engulfed my cock with guileless ease. It was as if Thailand were still an Eden, and my two Thai lovers were Eves for whom such concepts as good or evil, chaste or wanton, had no meaning. Everything they did, from bathing nude to cooking to pleasuring a cock, flowed naturally from some innate, enduring wholesomeness that they possessed.
Several times Jaeng swallowed as much of my cock as she could, then handed it to Sunee to render the same pleasure. Sunee drew my cock into her mouth and held it. Then, to my surprise, she rose us and offered her lips to Jaeng. Now the women shared a warm kiss. Afterwards, as Sunee’s lips again slid down my cock, Jaeng turned to me and languorously murmured, “Sometimes, W’ite, we girls get lonely when the nights are long and rainy.”
As the moments passed, my entire manhood received kisses and affection from the two girls. Barely managing to engulf much more than my cock head with her small mouth, Sunee held me as I climaxed and filled her mouth with cum that spilled out, running down her chin. As she withdrew, Jaeng licked my semen from her companion’s face, pausing occasionally to kiss her as well.
Sunee then playfully squeezed more of my semen onto her finger and offered it to Jaeng, who opened her mouth and sucked her finger just as she had my cock. With a mischievous look, Sunee milked more semen onto her finger and held it out to me, murmuring, “Now your turn, W’ite.”
I obediently took the girl’s finger and sucked my semen from it. It was just the sort of thing I had come to expect from the little scamp. Although both girls had that composure one finds in Orientals, Sunee was the playful, high-spirited one, while Jaeng was more quiet and introspective.
Sunee then gave my manhood one last tongue washing; both girls then moved up to kiss me, covering me with their bodies. After we had kissed for a few moments, Jaeng without a word moved over and spread her thighs, awaiting me.
I mounted the girl, but first thought that my cock, semi-hard though it was, would be a challenge for her small pussy. But she was wet and eager. Moving slowly, I was able to easily glide into her until my cock came to rest against her cervix. I withdrew and began a gentle rhythm that pleased her, judging from nods and affectionate looks that she gave me.
At the same time Sunee had settled beside her friend to kiss her breasts, her neck and then her lips. After a moment she rose up and straddled Jaeng, facing me, then descended until her pussy rested against Jaeng’s lips. Jaeng used her lips and tongue to gently caress Sunee’s pussy, as if she were opening the petals of a flower.
I reflected that yes, a girl does need companionship when long rainy nights come. But even then, the two women seemed so pure and artless that I saw no indecency in Jaeng worshiping Sunee’s pussy. It was, rather, a tender expression of the love that the two women shared.
Now flush with passion, Sunee accepted the pleasure Jaeng was giving her. With half-closed eyes she gazed at me for a moment; then, lowered her torso until her face was just inches from Jaeng’s pussy, into which my cock was disappearing and now reappearing. With an inviting smile she looked up at me.
I withdrew from Jaeng and thrust my cock toward Sunee, who eagerly took it into her mouth and began to deftly suck me. After a moment she released it, and I returned to pleasuring Jaeng. For a while my cock alternated between Jaeng’s pussy and Sunee’s mouth, and I could not say which was the more enjoyable.
Then Jaeng began to moan softly. Sunee dismounted from the woman’s face and cuddled next to her, holding her affectionately as Jaeng gasped and came to orgasm, reaching heights of ecstasy that were evident only from her intense blush, her iron grip on me, and quiet moans. I sensed that she felt it impolite to express herself in a more vocal or uninhibited way even in this most passionate of moments.
Now completely at the women’s disposal, I awaited the next turn in our lovemaking, realizing that my cock was going to remain stiff enough to pleasure those who craved it.
With a shy grin Sunee bade me lie on my back. She then straddled my hips and used her hand to guide my manhood to her pussy, carefully lowering herself down over my cock head. At the same time Jaeng, her face damp with perspiration and Sunee’s juices, rested on her knees next to Sunee. She caressed her friend and kissed her lips and breasts. Smiling and murmuring to Sunee in Thai, it was as if she were sharing Sunee’s pleasure and at the same time wanting to add to it.
Once Sunee had settled into a pleasing rhythm of riding my cock, Jaeng moved up and straddled my face, lowering her pussy to me. Now open and slack after my cock, every feature of her pussy was available to my mouth. I licked her with my tongue and began to toy her clitoris. My hands on Sunee’s smooth butt, I savored the act of pleasuring one pussy with my mouth and yet another with my cock. Once again I was unable to say which was more satisfying.
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Over the sound of the two women’s soft cries I began to hear raindrops falling on the patio outside. Now mixed with the sweet musky scent of Jaeng’s pussy was the smell of rain in the air. It seemed to me that both our lovemaking and the gentle rain outside were part of the same process, a natural enrichment by which our world is made a better place.
Just as I felt my semen rise and begin to flood into Sunee, I could now hear both women gasping as they reached the summit of pleasure. Why shouldn’t we all climax together? I thought. Everything is so effortless and perfect here. For not the first time came the morbid thought that my entire experience here was not real; that I was perhaps dreaming, and my mind had constructed its own wet dream: a Thailand of gentle rain, delectable food, and enchanting creatures like Jaeng and Sunee.
In everything they did, the two girls had a passion for cleanliness. When we had finished, both dismounted me. Sunee lay on her back, motioning for me to straddle her chest. I did so, and she took my softening cock into her mouth to bathe it thoroughly. I glanced behind me to see that Jaeng was at the time using her own tongue to lick my semen from each fold and crevice of Sunee’s pussy. Neither girl was in a hurry to finish her task.
After a while we lay quietly on the bed, listening to the rain outside. I had one arm around each girl, whose hands roamed over me but always returned to fondle my manhood. Never have I felt such a sense of absolute contentment as at that moment. Somehow I knew that, in freely offering their bodies for my pleasure tonight, the two women had raised the curtain on a new, happier phase of my life.
Jaeng rose up and sat with her legs crossed, casually squeezing my cock and kissing it now and then. In the soft candlelight that provided the room’s only lighting, she seemed temptress and angel and illusion all in one. Glancing out to the patio, she said, “Let’s take a shower.”
“Yes, let us!” agreed Sunee. She got off the bed and glided to the bathroom, returning with three towels. Jaeng in the meantime had gotten up and was pulling me off the bed. “Come,” she said with a smile.
The three of us walked out to the patio and into the pouring rain. It was not a cold or driving rain, but rather a friendly welcoming shower that might have washed away our sins had there been any. The feel of raindrops peppering my skin was yet another sensuous experience that was somehow more intense here.
We began to caress each other, wiping rainwater from breasts and buttocks only to have more flow down. Sunee playfully cupped the rain in her hands and poured it over my cock, then fondled it clean.
“It’s going to be a long rainy night,” Jaeng murmured quietly. Her voice held the promise of more carnal pleasure yet to come.
I drew her warm wet body to my own, saying, “Jaeng, please tell me, are you real or a fantasy? Is this Thailand or is it paradise? Am I dreaming? Is this truly happening?” I looked deep into her almond-shaped eyes, praying that she could give me the answer.
She rose up on tiptoes to kiss me, whispering, “The answer to all your questions is, yes.”
The End
Seducing the Newbies
You almost always meet at least one couple like them at a lifestyle event. One of them talks excessively, but her chatter is just a nervous jumble of pleasant words that say nothing about their real intentions. The other says hardly a word, but his roving eye and transparent expression announce their fantasy to have sex with strangers.
You learn a lot about their intentions when they shed their cloths for the first time. If everyone else is relaxed, does he get a hard-on just seeing all the exposed genitals? Does she reproach him for embarrassing her or is she fascinated by who turns him on? Does she press her knees together or does she unconsciously spread when another couple stops by to chat.
You may not know this couple, but we all know someone like them. Most of us have been them at one time.
Those couples who come back for another event finish their first experience feeling closer to their spouse. A couple’s sexual experiences with others can renew an appreciation of what attracted them to each other in the first place. The excitement of open sex can brush away the routine of all those years of quick couplings after the kids were in bed. A woman might worry that her husband’s attraction to her has dimmed with age. She’ll be reassured watching him enjoy bringing a middle aged woman to a screaming climax. A man can be afraid that his wife has lost interest in sex. He’ll be reassured when he sees her holding a balding guy’s limp cock with cum drooling from her lips. Nothing can ignite the fire quicker than graphic proof that the spark is still there.
Of course, it doesn’t always end well – and that may be why many experienced swingers avoid the newbies. Jealousy, unresolved conflicts, insecurity and all of the other corrosive emotions that tear couples apart can be exaggerated when clothing is removed by strangers and genitals are pressed together. Not everyone takes a laid back attitude when their spouse takes to getting laid. Drama can ruin a lifestyle gathering quicker than sunburn. Be careful!
But don’t be so cautious that you miss an opportunity for a wonderful experience. This story is such an experience. My wife and I went to a lifestyle resort with our close friends. We met a newbie couple who needed just a little nudging to enjoy their fantasies. Everyone had a good time. No drama. The end!
Don’t read this story if you’re not interested by now. Send us a comment if you recognize someone you know – especially if it’s you and your spouse.
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You could tell that they were newbies. It was not obvious, but you could tell. She looked a little apprehensive as she stood fidgeting with the latch on her handbag. He held her hand for reassurance as he looked around the room. Maybe he was having second thoughts about talking her into this.
We were scattered around the lobby in small groups waiting for the orientation to start. Most had just arrived from the airport. The few who had arrived earlier had already changed into clothing more appropriate to a swingers gathering. The man chatting with my wife wore mesh pants that flaunted his generous endowment. He and his petite wife were obviously looking to swap, maybe even before the party began.
Of course, not everyone was an experienced swinger, even if this was a Lifestyle Take-over. Inexperienced couples, who had never been nude among strangers, dreamed of making love together while others made love around them. Other couples would fulfill fantasies they had only imagined before being surrounded by a crowd of undulating bodies.
All this would happen in the next few days. We knew because my wife and I and our friends, Steve and Susan, were swingers. We had been here before and loved coming back. For the newbies, the week ahead was still a mystery filled with the anticipation of delicious fantasies but tinged with the fear of later regrets.
We had gotten to know the newbies, Paula and Bryan, on the ride from the airport. This particular vacation had been Bryan’s idea. That’s what Paula told us. Steve and I agreed that it was usually the husband who made the first suggestion, even though that wasn’t true for my wife and me. We were both quick to reassure Paula that she was under no pressure to do anything if she wasn’t comfortable-or at least willing.
We didn’t tell her that for many who decided to come to a lifestyle event, comfort was part of the problem. Sex often becomes less exciting as it becomes more comfortable. By the way Paula was biting her lower lip and fidgeting with her handbag, she was obviously uncomfortable, but her flushed cheeks spoke volumes about her state of arousal. I imagined her jumping on her husband’s cock as soon as they got to their room.
The orientation started shortly and was well done. The moderator discussed basic rules for civility that should be applied to all human interactions. A young couple gave a glowing testimony about the joys of swinging. The scantily clad young woman smiled lovingly at her well dressed man and gushed with pride about his staying power and his willingness to give a good ride to any woman who wanted a hard cock for her pleasure. As she finished her testimonial, many of the women cheered and others silently held onto their partners and smiled in anticipation of the pleasures to come. The man went on to say that he had not really appreciated his wife’s talents until he had seen her satisfy a half-dozen naked men. As he finished his testimonial, some of the women who had cheered his wife now laughed nervously. The testimonial had been staged, but it worked because the couple was sincere.
The moderator and her husband then reviewed the various events for the week and invited everyone to the “Dare to Bare” dance that evening and wished us a fun week with “nude friends and great sex”.
After the orientation, we all went back to our rooms to unpack. The newbies had a room between us and our friends. We had learned most of their life story by now. Paula had chatted nonstop from the airport to the resort. Bryan had barely spoken a word. Some people talk when they are nervous and others go quiet. Paula talked.
We learned that they had been married for just over 15 years. She had gone back to work several years ago when their twin daughters reached middle school. Both the kids were at summer camp for the next two weeks. They liked their jobs. She was a nurse. He owned a paint store franchise. They had a summer cabin that he had built with his own hands on a lake in northern Minnesota. I don’t know how much they found out about us, but it must have been enough to satisfy their curiosity. Although the four of us were about 10 years older than them, they had begun to relax with us like we were just old friends on a fishing trip.
There was something about her that attracted me. She had natural blond hair and light complexion - even her freckles were lighter than my wife’s skin. She carried a little extra weight since the wedding picture she showed us, but she carried it well. In the line at a supermarket, I might have noticed that she had a pleasant smile and gone back to loading my purchases on the counter. Although married with children in high school, she had the full round face and wide set eyes that just looked too innocent to have much sexual experience. She had the type of face that made you hesitant to tell a dirty joke around her.
It was hard to imagine her on her back with her legs jerking in the air. That only made her more attractive to me. I could imagine that cute round face grimacing with the delicious agony of sexual fulfillment as I pushed her legs apart and rammed my engorged shaft into her wet tunnel. That an otherwise ordinary woman could transform so completely from the calm efficiency of an experienced nurse to an unrestrained seeker of carnal pleasure always amazed me. I had seen it so many times in my wife after she introduced me to swinging on that first sailing trip.
I’m not sure Paula could see it in herself, yet I could see her asking explicitly for pleasures that she had long kept as secret fantasies. If only Steve and I could get Paula to follow her desire, Alicia and Susan would have no trouble getting Bryan to share his manhood with them.
In the lobby, Steve had asked Paula if they were into soft swing or full swap. Paula had just looked at us blankly until Steve explained the terms to her. She blushed. She stammered. She couldn’t imagine anyone being attracted to an ordinary middle-aged woman with a few stretch marks. You couldn’t have twins without stretch marks, she said. Then she looked at Steve and me. She blushed again as it dawned on her that a lot of ordinary middle-aged men, including the two of us, would want to do more than merely imagine having sex with her in the next week.
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Bryan put his arm around his wife’s waist. She poked him in the ribs as he humorously described how they had finally agreed to go naked in front of strangers. She poked him harder when he described how he had tried (unsuccessfully) to get her to share more explicit details about her fantasies with him. Then he looked directly at Steve and me as he carefully considered his next words. Paula looked astonished, but offered no objections, as Bryan asked us to help her overcome her shyness and maybe even fulfill a few of those fantasies. The first threshold had been crossed. She had agreed to nothing, but she looked at us differently after that.
Before going to our individual rooms to unpack, we all agreed to meet in about a half hour to explore the grounds. We picked up Steve and Susan and then all stood outside the room of Paula and Bryan as Steve knocked. There was no response at first. We all laughed under our breath when we heard a muffled cry of shared climax. Alicia suggested we leave the lovebirds alone, but Susan argued that this was exactly the time to introduce them to the place. I shrugged my shoulders while Alicia agreed with Susan. Steve knocked again. We heard a weak chorus of “coming”. This time we could not contain our laughter at the unintended pun.
Bryan appeared first in a skimpy swimsuit. We all pretended like we hadn’t heard their sexual display, although as swingers we had heard and seen it all and more. Paula appeared right after Bryan. She had put on a bikini top and a short wraparound with nothing underneath. Her chest and face were still mottled with the flush of a fading organism. Bryan recognized his wife’s appearance for what it was, but Paula may not have been aware of how wanton she looked.
“We were just getting into the spirit of the place.” Paula gave a conspiratorial wink at her husband.
“It looks like you didn’t have time to clean up.” Alicia took the towel that was draped over her shoulder.
Paula must have felt the stream of cum run down her leg at just that moment. We all watched a huge glob slid past her knee and fall on the tile walkway. Alicia knelt on one knee and held her towel between Paula’s legs. Paula looked down at Alicia’s upturned face and smiled weakly. Taking this as tacit permission, Alicia ran her towel up Paula’s legs collecting the rivulets of cum as she went. Alicia stood up as she pulled the towel across Paula’s sticky mound.
The towel was all Alicia had been wearing. Paula may never have been this close to a naked woman, but she didn’t flinch. Susan had been right. This was exactly the right time to introduce the newbies to a lifestyle resort.
“Thank you!”
Paula’s voice was soft and trembling, but her thanks were sincere. Paula didn’t know how it was going to happen or when, but she must have known it from that moment. Before the week was finished, she would feel a woman’s tongue everywhere the towel had just been.
We checked out the choice of restaurants and made our reservations for the evening before moving on to the beach. The beach was beautiful but crowded. We didn’t object to all the nude sunbathers, but the limited shade had already been taken. Paul’s light skin was susceptible to burning even with sunscreen applied. I remembered that one side of the pool was in the shade of the main pavilion, so we moved on.
We arrived at the pool just as a new round of naked twister was about to begin. Susan grabbed Bryan before Paula could get to him. Alicia pushed Paula out on the mat with me after making some excuse about her bad knee. We shed our clothing and tossed the items to Steve and Alicia. Neither Bryan nor Paula had time to think about their initiation into the fellowship of nudists. Another line had been crossed.
Paula was as attractive in the nude as I had imagined her to be. Her puffy nipples covered nearly a third of her full breasts. The deep red hues of her well suckled nipples contrasted sharply with the porcelain white of her skin. I have always liked to push my nose into a soft mat of pubic hair while licking, so I was pleased by Paula’s neatly trimmed but otherwise full bush. I was starting to grow a woody just looking at her, but then the game began.
Paula was a surprisingly fierce competitor for a woman with such a pleasant smile. She quickly had her bare thigh thrust between my legs to get to her circle while trying to block me from reaching mine. When she draped her breasts over my back on the next call, I began to grow an obvious erection. I was not the only man to be affected by the game. I could see Bryan had a well shaped organ that curved slightly as it lengthened.
Paula tried to avoid touching my now fully erect penis, but it became increasingly difficult as the round continued. In a few more moves, I had a natural opportunity to press my shaft between her ass cheeks. She moved out of position and lost a round that she obviously wanted to win.
We joined Steve and Alicia as they cheered on Susan and Bryan. Bryan now had a raging hard-on and was more than a little flushed with the excitement. Susan had none of Paula’s reluctance to rub against an engorged cock. Paula was mesmerized by what she was watching. It was obviously a new experience for her to watch her husband be aroused by another woman. She seemed more fascinated than threatened. That was a good sign.
Bryan had won the round with quick reflexes, good flexibility and excellent balance. His desire to stay on the mat with Susan as long as possible had been strong motivation. Susan put her arms around him after the match was over and whispered something in his ear. He laughed at their private joke and then they rejoined our group still holding hands.
Alicia suggested we go to the rooftop. There would be shade under the thatched roof over the bar. We left our clothes in the cubbyholes near the pool and climbed the stairs to the rooftop. Nudity was required on the rooftop and open displays of affection were allowed (encouraged?) during a Lifestyle event.
My wife again came to my assistance as she led Paula up the stairs first to give Stephen and me an excellent opportunity to examine Paula’s tight buns, firm thighs and well shaped calves. I like to be squeezed by the legs of a woman who could carry a full back pack on a camping trip. I was sure that this woman would not disappoint. Paula knew that we were staring at her assets but she was learning to enjoy the attention as she became more accustomed to the sexual ambiance of the resort. Brian was oblivious of our interest in his wife as Susan wrapped her arm around his shoulder and worked her charms on him.
At the top of the stairs, Alicia took Steve’s hand and asked if he wanted to play a little game of squirm and squirt.
Paula showed her competitive streak by grabbing my hand eagerly as she spoke to Alicia.
“I want to win this time. How do you play?”
Alicia and Steve looked at each other and laughed.
“Everyone’s a winner in this game.” Alicia continued, “The rules are simple. The woman lies on her back and squirms until the man squirts.”
The color drained from Paula’s face, but she was quick on her feet.
“Maybe later. I’d like to try out the Jacuzzi.” She added, “I’m sure Bryan and Susan would like to join Morris and me.”
She may have been fascinated watching her husband rub his woody over Susan’s body in a game of naked twister, but she was not ready to see him stick it in her for a game of squirm and squirt.
Steve and Alicia took a bed as near the Jacuzzi as they could find and quickly became entwined with heavy petting and kissing. The four of us sat in the Jacuzzi and chatted amicably. The normally talkative Paula could neither speak nor take her eyes off of the couple on the bed.
Finally, I could not keep myself from asking.
“Is something wrong, Paula?”
“Apparently not. You and Susan don’t seem to be bothered and they sure sound like they’re having fun.”
“Sound? Just look at their faces.” I replied to her.
“I wish I could see, but I left my contacts out. All I can see is a quivering blob.”
“Would you like to watch?”
“Sure, but it’s going to be all over by the time I get my binoculars!”
Paula laughed harder at her own joke than we did.
“Honey.” Susan spoke directly to Paula. “If you want to watch, we just need to get closer.”
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Susan always had the gift of decisiveness. She grabbed Bryan’s hand and pulled him out of the Jacuzzi. Paula, now a self-confessed voyeur, took the hand I offered her and followed with a touch of apprehension about what she had set in motion.
Steve and Alicia had assumed the missionary position, although I doubt that missionaries would have approved of this particular union of the flesh. Alicia smiled broadly as she saw her friends approaching. Susan sat with Bryan on one side. On the small mattress, the only room for Paula and me was on the other side of the fornicating couple.
“Don’t let us disturb you.” Susan announced. “Paula wanted to watch.”
Paula shrugged. It was still all so new to her, but she had to admit to herself that she was aroused by the scene in front of her.
Steve’s cock had been hidden inside Alicia’s vagina when we gathered around them. He now slowly and rhythmically withdrew and thrust into her body. It was a magnificent cock. Veins bulged and twisted around the huge shaft made shinny with Alicia’s wetness. Paula stared at where the couple was joined by the cylinder of flesh. Paula had closely inspected five fully erect penises before she married Bryan, but this was the first-time that she had seen a penis enter a woman’s vagina other than her own.
Paula unconsciously put her hand between her legs and touched herself. Alicia knew she was being watched and enjoyed the response of her onlookers. She held her pussy open to give us a better view of Steve’s shaft as it penetrated her. I moved behind Paula until the tip of my penis rested on the soft cheek of her ass. She flinched but then pushed back into me. I reached my hand around her to touch her wet crease, but her hand blocked my access. She made no attempt to move her hand or push mine away. I kept my hand resting lightly on hers as I felt her tendons move under my fingertips.
Paula masturbated quietly as I held her naked body in my embrace. Bryan had more active assistance from his partner of the moment. Susan had one arm between his legs so she could cradle his sensitive scrotum in her hand. Her other hand reached around him to grip his shaft. She twisted her hand around his shaft as she pumped up and down. She pulled down sharply on the uncut skin of his penis to reveal the bright red knob at its tip.
Paula and Brian looked into each other’s eyes. Then they each looked down at the others genitals. Paula saw Susan’s hands moving her husband inexorably toward a climax. Bryan watched my hand cover his wife’s as she thrust her fingers into her pussy. They had crossed another threshold together.
Paula shifted so that my cock fell into the crease of her ass cheeks. She was kneeling with her butt barely touching her ankles. I could slip my cock between her thighs, but I could not enter her cunt unless she leaned forward or stood up. She reached between her legs and grabbed my shaft. She held me firmly between her pussy lips and masturbated vigorously. I wanted more, but I did not complain.
Paula began to moan as her stroking became harder and faster. Finally she leaned forward in the throes of her passion and her love tunnel opened for me to take. I would have penetrated her if Bryan had not chosen that exact moment to explode.
The first arc of his release shot over my wife’s body and splattered on Paula’s trembling hands. He had an amazing load of cum for a man who had just made love to his wife. By the time he quit jerking, Alicia’s breasts were covered in the same sticky goo that had splattered his wife and oozed between Susan’s fingers.
Not be outdone, Steve pulled out and shot an arc of cum that splashed across Alicia’s chest and traced a line down her abdomen. Steve must have been saving up for days. Whether by accident or design, one load of Steve’s cum fell on Paula’s thigh. She touched the frothy material with her fingertips and spread it out over her skin until her thigh glistened with the sticky wetness.
Without waiting for me to either fill her pussy or coat her back with my jizm, Paula reached over my wife and grabbed her husband’s hand.
“I need you! Right now!”
Paula had an urgency in her voice and a look in her eyes that her husband could not refuse. She pushed me out of the way as she stood up. She was halfway around the bed to get him before he rose to his feet. Before he left, he took the time to thank Susan for the hand job with a quick wet kiss. As their lips touched, he slipped a finger between her legs and tweaked her clit.
As Paula lead him away towards the stairs, she turned her head over her shoulder and shouted back to us.
“Thank you for the show. We may not see you again tonight.”
Susan solved my immediate problem by leaning over Alicia and expertly swallowing my cock down her throat. On the second stroke down my shaft, I shot my load in her mouth. I would return the favor later that evening by licking her dripping pussy to an orgasm - one of several that she would have that night among old friends.
At breakfast the next day, we talked about the experiences of the previous afternoon.
“You think they’re headed for the airport?” My wife asked, as she started the conversation.
“Who?” I asked, playing stupid.
“Paula and Bryan, of course!” My wife looked a little annoyed at my dimwitted attempt at humor.
“I don’t think so.” I continued, “It may have been his idea at first, but she has fantasies. They’re not insecure or jealous of each other. I mean, she was really excited watching him get a good hand job.”
“An excellent hand job!” Steve observed, looking at his wife with the pride that only a swinging husband would admit.
“Then why’d she leave?” Alicia asked.
“I think they only agreed to go naked and they ended up going a lot farther than that.” I reminded her of our conversation in the lobby before the orientation. “She just wanted a little reassurance.”
“And she really has the hots for her husband.” Susan continued, “And so do I. Any man who can pump like that twice in one day has a ticket to my ride.”
“You think he wants to punch that ticket?” Steve asked his wife.
“I know he does. And his wife wants you. Both of you!” Susan continued, “They just need little nudge.”
“Then it’s agreed?” I asked.
“What’s agreed?” My wife asked, now playing the dimwitted one.
“We seduce them. We can do it if we work together.” I looked around at the faces of my wife and our friends. No one needed to nod their heads for me to know they agreed.
It was only a matter of time before we ran into them again. Actually, Paula and Bryan sought us out. They crossed the courtyard when they saw the four of us lounging naked by the pool.
Paula spoke first.
“About yesterday. I’m sorry we left like that. I just got carried away. I mean, we have a great love life and all, but – well, I don’t think I’ve ever had that strong an urge.”
The normally quiet Steve continued.
“Thanks for unleashing that wild animal. I couldn’t keep up with her last night.”
“That’s why women have more sex toys than men.” Susan observed. Then she looked directly at Bryan and continued, “But you’ve got something left for us, don’t you, sweetheart?”
“I would have said no for him.” Paula laughed, “before last night.”
“Then you’ll go to the party with us?” Alicia asked.
“I was afraid to ask,” Paula continued, “but we’d love to. I hope we’re not holding you back. Yesterday was great, but I don’t know . . .” and then her voice trailed off pensively.
“You do what’s best for the two of you.” I reassured her. “And about yesterday, I sure had a good time.”
Paula was still able to blush as she remembered how she had used my cock to masturbate. I was glad that neither she nor her husband had regrets. They were at a turning point. I looked at my companions and smiled. Tonight we would be seducing the newbies.
We picked them up after dinner and arrived at the party at a respectable hour. Nothing starts on time. Or so I thought. Yet the party was well underway when we got there.
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Since we supplied our own DJ as a Lifestyle Take-Over, there were no rules on either dress or open sexual displays in the main pavilion. Some of the women wore tight party dresses with cleavage. Others wore patterned stockings and a demi-bra with nothing in between. A few couples were already naked.
Steve and I were over-dressed in shirts and slacks. Our wives wore more provocative dresses. Bryan was only wearing a thong, while Paula wore thigh high stockings with crotchless panties and a matching ribbed corset laced tightly up the back. Although the corset gave her a more traditionally seductive figure, she seemed mildly uncomfortable in such a constraining article of clothing.
Kissing and fondling was open and relaxed as loose groups of couples came together and dispersed. A number of cocks tented their owner’s briefs and a few were on full display. Some of the women had lost the top or bottom of their costumes depended on their favorite assets or their partner’s preferences. One of a pair of nude women on the raised stage held onto a pole and gyrated while the other knelt in front of her working a large red toy between her thighs.
Paula and Bryan might have been shocked by the scene on the day we arrived, but a night at the resort had already changed their attitudes.
Paula turned to me.
“Do you want the first dance?”
I bowed with exaggerated formality and offered her my hand.
Susan mimicked me as she turned to Bryan and curtsied to reveal a bare pussy under her short skirt.
“And may I have the pleasure of your company?”
Paula laughed.
“If you can get him to dance, then you can raise the dead.”
“Then a lap dance!” Alicia suggested. “He just has to sit there and squirm.”
“It looks like we’ve already raised something.” Susan pointed to the tip of Bryan’s cock sticking out of the pocket of his thong.
The two women maneuvered Bryan over to a couch while I lead Paula out into the crowd of dancers. Steve was left leaning against the wall waiting for his chance to help.
Paula was a great dancer. Her full breasts jiggled seductively as she shimmied her body. She was well aware of the effect her jiggling breasts were having on me. I took every opportunity to fondle them as we jumped with the sound of the throbbing music. The uninhibited displays of raw sexuality around us were having the desired effect on her. Her natural temperament of well-mannered friendliness was gradually giving way to unbridled lust.
She fell into my arms as the music abruptly slowed and softened into a new set. She kissed my neck and took off my shirt so she could press her bare nipples against my chest. I encouraged her desire by hooking my fingers into the elastic band of her panties and pushing them over the smooth cheeks of her now bare ass.
Steve took the opportunity to make his move. He tapped on Paula’s shoulder and asked if he could share the next dance. She spun around with a joyful chirp and gleefully flung her arms around his neck. Their lips locked together as they traded tongues. He had stripped while watching us. I placed my hands on Paula’s bare ass and pushed gently. This time she didn’t even flinch as I shoved Paula’s soft mat of pubic hair into Steve’s proud phallus.
Even though we were only a few yards away from Bryan and the lap dancing wives, I had tried to keep Paula from watching them. I knew she wanted to fulfill her fantasies and to let her husband fulfill his, but I was afraid she would call it off if they got too far ahead of us.
Both Susan and Alicia knew how to get the most from a man’s woody without letting him shoot off. They had put on quite a show for Bryan that night. He lay sprawled back on the couch with his legs splayed apart and his thong wrapped around one ankle. Alicia had his head turned toward her with his lips locked on one of her pointed nipples. Susan had her head in his lap and was slowing licking the opening at the tip of his shaft.
Paula stiffened. Was the sight of her husband more than she could handle? Then I realized what had made her shudder. It was not the sight of her husband’s cock in Susan’s mouth, but Steve’s fingers slipping into her pussy that had so suddenly changed her attitude.
I wasted no time in dropping my pants. With my palms firmly on her ass cheeks, I pushed my stiff tool down with my thumbs and slid into the wet crease of her pussy lips. The tip of my cock bumped into Steve’s fingers probing into her vagina. He grabbed the head of my cock and held it at the opening. This time she eagerly bent forward to align her tunnel with the angle of my erection. I pushed forward but could not enter. She was dripping wet from Steve’s probing finger but her entrance was still too tight for a fully aroused man. Her legs trembled as Steve steadied her. I maintained a firm but gentle pressure until the bulging head of my shaft penetrated the ring of her muscles and slid into her body.
She began to relax as her intimate cavity became accustomed to a stranger’s flesh for the first time since she was a young single. We pressed Paula’s quivering body tightly between us as we listened to her coo in delight with the new sensations.
Our trance was broken by Alicia’s sultry voice close to Paula’s ear.
“We’re taking Bryan back to your room for sex. You have a good time with our boys, OK.”
I would like to write that Paula gave an eloquent speech on the joys of following one’s desires or how much she loved her husband for allowing her to have such pleasure. Instead, Paula just nodded her head and hissed.
“Oh God. Don’t stop.”
We did stop, but just long enough to guide her to the mattresses in the party room just off the dance floor. Steve positioned her carefully on her hands and knees so he could feed his cock into her willing mouth while I got behind her and worked my cock back into her pussy. This time I met no resistance.
I would have cum in the first two or three strokes if I had not distracted myself by undoing the intricate lacing of her corset. As the hard ribbed garment dropped from her, the soft curves of her body broke free of their confinement. She was beautiful just the way she was. This mother of twins was beautiful as she thrusted her round ass back to meet my cock. This calmly efficient nurse was beautiful with her full breasts hanging down and swinging wildly.
While Paula’s vagina was satisfying my contribution to the threesome, Paula’s mouth was pleasuring Steve’s endowment. I could see the flush on her cheeks as she ran her tongue along the length of his shaft. She flipped her long blond hair over her shoulders before swallowing his tool. Her nose pressed into the stubble of his pubic hair. Steve grasped her head in his hands and rolled his eyes in ecstasy.
Her lust fueled our desire to please her. We held out longer than I would have thought possible, but we knew it was coming. I continued pumping as I shot one load after another into her cunt until each thrust forced globs of the sticky matter to spray out from her stuffed pussy. I slumped off to the side exhausted just as Steve erupted in her mouth. She choked down as much as she could until errant streams of cum splashed against her face and ran down her breasts. As he began to go soft, she took his entire organ in her mouth and sucked out another two to three more mouthfuls before giving up on the limp piece of meat.
She smiled broadly at us and silently mouthed the words: “Thank You.”
We lay snuggled together quietly for a few minutes enjoying the warm afterglow. Steve was the first to stir when an attractive couple came over to our threesome and gave us a particularly lewd complement. Paula laughed but appeared to enjoy the novelty of being praised for her sexual prowess. Steve followed the couple to the lounge for a drink and a chance to be in another woman’s fantasy.
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Paula studied our reflections in the mirrored wall touching the mattress. She watched herself wipe cum from her breast and bring her fingers to her mouth. Behind us was a room of entangled flesh still heaving with carnal pleasure. Her nipples grew into hard nubs again. I would have called it a night after our threesome, but Paula was too excited by the woman in the mirror.
“If you want more, just go get it.” I kissed her ear as I spoke and ran my hand along her thigh above her stockings.
She bit her lower lip like she had done at the orientation. Then she sat up and rolled off first one stocking and then the other. She was now completely naked. She squeezed my hand, kissed me sweetly on the cheek and stood up.
The first group she approached was obviously done for the night. The second group was organized with a definite agenda in mind that did not include her. But like the first group, they were polite in turning her away without making it seem like rejection.
I thought she would have lost her nerve and come back to me, but she walked over to another couple who had just entered the room. He was the well endowed man in the mesh pants who had chatted with my wife on that first day. The petite woman with him was his wife. Paula had been uncomfortable in their presence at the orientation and had not said a word to him. Now she greeted each of them with a hug and talked animatedly for a few minutes. I was too far away to hear what they said, but I saw his wife lean in to kiss her and her husband. Her kiss signaled that Paula’s proposition had been accepted. Paula and the man moved over to a couch and began touching intimately.
I was startled from my voyeurism by the sensation of a warm mouth wrapping around my now semi-rigid shaft. It was a familiar face that smiled up at me. Susan had come back to report that Bryan had been fully satisfied and at that minute was probably going for a second round with Alicia. I assured Susan that Paula had fulfilled all of our fantasies once she let go of her inhibitions. I motioned towards Paula and well endowed man.
Susan whispered in my ear. “You’d like to get a little closer, wouldn’t you?”
I nodded my head in agreement.
Susan took my hand and pulled me across the room. The well endowed man was laid back on the couch with Paula in his lap facing us. She had her bare feet up on his knees with his cock splitting her pussy lips apart and partially buried in her tunnel. He had wrapped one muscular arm around her waist to keep her from riding up and down on his cock. His other arm was wrapped around her chest pulling her into him even tighter. All she could do was squirm in his grasp.
His powerful hands squeezed and twisted her breasts. The delicate tissue bulged out between his fingers. The French call an orgasm “la petite mort” (little death) for that look of agony that is the purest expression of sexual fulfillment. Paula had that look as she was held suspended and squirming on a huge cock near an orgasm that she could not quite reach.
Susan and the well-endowed man had fucked the night before. She had known the pleasures that Paula now felt. The well-endowed man acknowledged her presence with a grunt. Susan placed her hands on his knees and spread his thighs apart. He urged her on with a string of sexually explicit profanity. She slowly crawled between the man’s legs and licked his wrinkled sac. She sucked one testicle into her mouth and then the other. He moaned and relaxed his grip on Paula. Paula slid down the man’s shaft until the huge organ was completely buried in her cunt.
Susan slowly licked her way up the well endowed man’s cock towards Paula’s exposed clitoris. Paula’s little nubbin of tissue was swollen beyond the narrow hood of skin that normally kept it hidden even from her husband. Paula took Susan’s head in her hands and pulled her up the shaft until Susan was licking both of them where the man’s shaft entered Paula’s body. Paula shuddered as Susan took her clitoris in her mouth and sucked. The well endowed man grabbed Paula by the waist with his powerful hands and began using her like masturbation toy to stroke his shaft while Susan licked greedily.
My cock was dripping with pre-cum when I finally shoved into Susan’s pussy for relief. She responded enthusiastically so I began to match the well endowed man’s rhythm stroke for stroke. Paula’s eyes locked on mine as we each neared another climax. I had stuffed Paula’s cunt only a few minutes earlier, but I felt an even closer sexual bond with her as we watched each other fuck another partner.
Paula started to scream and shake uncontrollably. She flailed her arms with her hands balled into small fists. Two of the masturbating spectators that had gathered around us moved in closer and covered her face and hair with their cum. The well endowed man jerked and began filling her with his juice. Susan licked the cum running down the well endowed man’s shaft until the shaft finally wilted and was forced out of Paula’s tunnel by the force of her continuing spasms. I came again inside Susan’s willing pussy, but it was no great show - just a warm wet kiss between old friends.
With her passion now spent, she was fully aware of how wanton her desire had been and how rudely her lust had been expressed. Still, she was smiling broadly. She had fulfilled her fantasies and still had no regrets.
We were done for the night. I took her hand and guided her through the crowd of naked spectators to the outside terrace and then down the stairs to the beach.
The cool freshness of the ocean breeze was a shocking contrast to the room we had just left. Our arousal had been augmented by the musky odors rising like steam from men and women wanting to be fucked and then fucking. The intoxicating mixture of pheromones exuded from the deep labial folds of women being licked to orgasm and dripped from the gaping holes of women freshly fucked. Men added their distinct contributions to the erotic brew as testes were draw up into bodies even as fleshy appendages strained outward. I like orgies in the open air on the rooftop but the most intense parties are in small rooms packed with bodies that reek of sexual arousal.
The sensual intoxication of that room was lifting in the cool air of a moonlight night, but Paula still seemed to be floating on the giddy delight of her desires fulfilled. She was covered in cum that she had smeared on me as we hugged. We found a shower near the beach and took turns washing each others body with the sliver of soap we found. When my hands had caressed every inch of her body, we washed off the remaining suds and declared ourselves clean enough to return to our spouses.
We found Bryan and Alicia entwined together sleeping peacefully. Alicia was lying on her back with Bryan’s arm across her breasts. Paula got in bed quietly and spooned up to Bryan’s back as he lay on his side facing Alicia. Bryan stirred and looked over his shoulder. Without a word being spoken, the younger married couple turned to face each other and kissed. Paula rolled onto her back and pulled her husband on top of her. They continued to kiss warmly as Bryan slipped between her legs. They moved slowly and gently after he had entered her. It was not the unrestrained fucking with friends and strangers that each had enjoyed earlier in the evening. They were making love as only a committed married couple could make love.
My wife and I cradled them between us as they moved slowly in unison. A nearly imperceptible shudder concluded their act of love. Paula rolled back into my arms as Bryan resumed his embrace of Alicia.
It was a memorable week for them (and for us).
The End
Fun and Games
We are on our way to a house party. I’m not sure of the reason for the party or who exactly invited us. But a party is a party. A good excuse to dress up, have a drink and a dance. You are driving looking extremely sexy as usual. Although I’m not sure how you can concentrate on driving when I’m caressing your hard cock. I’ve just been telling you how much I love you fucking me and decided I needed to touch you. I was very pleased to find that my words had been turning you on. I move my hand up and down your long shaft.
“I can’t wait to feel this piece of meat filling me up!” I tease.
We arrive at the house, the party is already in full swing; music blaring, people chatting outside the front of the house in the warm summer night. Once inside we greet a couple of people we hardly know before finding a drink. I notice I’m getting some appreciative glances from a few of the handsome men. I know how sexy I’m looking tonight. You picked out the short, black strapless dress that hugs my figure. My knee high boots add to my sex appeal. I haven’t told you that I’m not wearing any underwear - that’s for you to find out later. I’m feeling horny knowing how much it will turn you on when you discover my little secret.
We start chatting to a couple of guys - Tom and Jake. I’m feeling a little tipsy after a few drinks and can’t stop myself from flirting with them. You don’t seem to mind and when you’ve excused yourself to go and get another drink Jake asks if I’d like to dance. How could I refuse an offer to dance with this sexy man?
We make our way to the dance floor outside by the pool. He holds me close as we gyrate to the pumping beat. He’s caressing my neck and back, causing my breathing to quicken. I can feel his cock is hard as he presses up against me, my pussy starts to tingle with desire. I see you watching us with a sexy smile, enjoying seeing another man in an intimate dance with your wife.
After our dance, Jake and I make our way over to you.
“Your wife is a great dancer!” Jake exclaims. “Thank you,” he whispers in my ear as he runs his hand over my arse before kissing my cheek and walking away.
“Tell me how it felt to be dancing so close to another man,” you demand.
I admit that feeling Jake’s cock pressed against me has made me horny. We kiss passionately, tongues entwined as you caress my body like Jake just did. You run your hands over the fabric covering my breasts and I feel my nipples harden under your touch. As you press against me I feel your cock harden. The feel of it through your trousers is enough to make me moan gently in anticipation of taking its hardness inside me later. You run your hand up the inside of my thigh, under my dress. You give a surprised smile as you reach the top of my thigh and realise I’m not wearing any knickers.
“Naughty girl!” you reprimand as you rub your fingers over my clit, causing me to gasp with pleasure. “You’re going to pay later for being such a tease.”
“Oh, really!” I reply, the suggestion of a punishment turning me on even more. You kiss me again as you remove your hand from under my dress.
“Let’s get another drink,” you say, disappointing me that you don’t continue your caresses.
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We decide to explore the house to see if anything interesting is happening. After getting another drink we come across a few people playing cards in a small study off the hall. They are playing for money and after one guy wins quite a lot most of them give up and leave the room; only Tom, Jake, you and I remain.
“Do you want to play?” asks Tom.
“I don’t have much cash on me,” you reply. “But we could make things more interesting and play for forfeits,” you suggest, giving me a wink.
We’ve played for forfeits at home and have often talked about playing with others but it’s something we’ve never had the chance to do before.
“Sounds interesting, let’s give it a go,” Jake says.
We decide that the forfeit for the loser in the first few rounds should be to remove an item of clothing. Knowing I’m wearing so few clothes, I’m hoping I won’t be unlucky. But the thought of being naked in front of three men is turning me on.
After four rounds Jake is down to his boxers and you and Tom have just lost your shirts. I’ve been fortunate so far. It’s decided that this is the last round in which am item of clothing is removed. After that it’s forfeits. I’m unlucky this time. I suppose I could have offered to remove my boots but it would make things more interesting if I remove my dress!
I walk over to you and ask you to undo the zip at the back of my dress. You have a sexy glint in your eye, knowing that I’m about to expose my naked body. You kiss me passionately as you unzip me and push down my dress. I pull away from you and I can feel three pairs of eyes on me as you all feast on the sight of me dressed only in my boots. I’m feeling horny as I know how tempting I must look; my breasts firm, my nipples hardened by my arousal, my shaved pussy looking very fuckable. I return to my seat and we play the next round.
My winning streak has disappeared. You suggest that my forfeit should be to suck a cock for one minute. Hardly a forfeit in my mind, but I, of course, agree. I’m feeling dizzy with the anticipation of hopefully sucking another man’s cock as a bottle is spun to decide who the lucky man will be. The bottle lands on Tom. He pushes his chair back from the table and I kneel in front of him. I can see his cock is hard already as I undo his trousers and release it. I bend over and start to lick the tip of his cock, enjoying the taste. I take his length deep in my mouth, making him moan. Feeling his hardness in my mouth is amazing. I’m feeling so turned on, my pussy feels like it needs a good , hard fuck.
“Time’s up,” Jake says and I reluctantly give one last suck before returning to my seat.
“That was incredible!” says Tom gratefully. I look over at you and can tell by your smile that you enjoyed watching me pleasure another man.
Jake loses the next round; his forfeit, decided by you and Tom, is that he has to play with my breasts for one minute.
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