When she was once more limp and pliant, he lifted her to sit astride him, penetrating her from below. She lifted his hands from her hips to her breasts. A sobbing groan shook her whole being. As she lifted and lowered herself on him, he arched and lunged up to meet her, forcing cries from her lips.
She listened to the sounds coming from deep within her. Never before had she vocalized her pleasure. It seemed like it was the voice of the thing inside her, taking control of her lips and chest. There was no sharp beginning or ending to her orgasm. It seemed to surge within her like the swell and fall of the sea, endless and eternal.
She lost all sense of time. She felt like she had ridden on this sea of pleasure throughout time and all other things were just an illusion. She did not want to come back to herself when he shook her and told her that they had to go back, gently kissing the tears from her face.
She moved slowly throughout the day and he tried to spare her the heaviest of the work. It was clear to both of them, that part of her was still back there in that grassy shelter, reluctant to leave.
It seemed that she spoke less and looked about at the world they worked in more. Her love affair was with herself and the place as much as with the boy. They hardly spoke during their unions, on many levels more aware of the act than the person.
It was not that she did not love him. She did. In many ways she had never felt a more powerful emotion, but it was for the place, the time, the act, the yearning as much as it was for him. He was the embodiment of all those things.
One late evening as they were running back, their skiff filled with nets and salmon, a pod of orca surrounded them. Neither she nor the boy said a word, he just turned off the outboard and they floated silent on the sea, watching and listening to the splashes and deep breaths of the whales. She tried somehow to internalize and understand this miracle and permanently etch it into her memory. At least a hundred of the black and white killer whales surfaced and cavorted around them and then moved on, disappearing back into the sea as magically as they had appeared.
On the beach another crew member questioned idly whether they had been afraid. They looked at each other wordlessly and while she did not know the boy’s answer, she wished she could have died at the moment, with that image in her mind.
The bluff at the head of the point stood at least a hundred feet above the water. She sat astride the boy, filled with his heat and her endless ecstasy, close enough to the edge of the cliff to feel like she was flying.
The wind was blowing hard, too hard to go out in the skiff. It swept across the sea, churning up white caps, and came against the bluff. Unstoppable, it would swirl and then lift up the face of the cliff, pushing at her, chilling her skin and feeding the fires consuming her.
Huge waves crashed against the rocks below, the wind catching the spray and tossing it up and over them, a billion tiny drops that dried almost the instant they touched her skin. There was no boundary between the wild sea and the swirling tempest within her.
She spread her arms and arched her back, opening herself to the wind and the sea. He steadied her with his hands, lifting her and lowering her with the same deep surging rhythm of the waves.
There was no beginning or end to their union, no sharp spikes of pleasure, no loss of awareness. She had no sense of where she ended and where he began. She was the wind and the sea. He was the rocky point she battered against. Her calls of joy blended with the haunting cries of the gulls, soaring and circling, ascending on the wind.
The final night they were together, he made a bed under the upturned skiffs that had been put away for the winter. He had found some old foam pads that smelled of diesel oil and some sleeping bags that smelled of years of dust, bodies and mildew. It was a warm dark nest, a den, a lair soon rich with the smell of their sex.
They knew it would be their last time. The fishing season was over. The nets were put away. Tomorrow the plane would come to take her home. Finally they spoke. Between frenzied frantic couplings, they tried to put into words the magic of this summer they had spent together.
Both knew it was not a personal love or commitment. No promises had been made. Neither had expectations of the other. They each knew they would part without regrets, agony yes, but no regrets.
She writhed in mind numbing terror of losing this feeling of perfect primal connectedness, terrified of once again becoming the empty hollow host for a dead thing. She wondered if it would die suddenly, like having a knife plunged into her womb or if it would once again gradually fade and wither, imperceptively trickling away as she struggled to keep it prisoner inside her.
She could not let go of him. They fucked endlessly, almost mechanically, fucked until it hurt and still they could not stop. Only the cold light of morning forced them apart.
She pressed her face to the weathered Plexiglas window of the sea plane that came to take her away, looking down at the endless green and blue that was Alaska, leaving behind the wind and the waves.
It was exactly like a knife, turning in her gut. The thing inside her screamed like a wounded animal. It would not die an easy death. She nurtured it, fed it, kept it alive with memories, savoring the pain like she had the pleasure.
Her husband sensed the difference in her. She was still cold and remote, that was unchanged, but he could sense the life and the pain that filled her. He could almost hear the the wind and the sea as he strained against her tense and hate filled body. She hated him now, hated him for what he wasn’t.
It was a year later that she heard that the boy had died. Alaska was a jealous lover. He had drowned on the trip around to the fishing site. All they found was an empty boat. For her it did not seem like death, an ending. He had joined the wind and the waves, become one with the sea. If it had not been for her children she would have joined him.
For the rest of her life, the smell of boats; diesel oil, mold, salt and fish would wake the wounded thing in her soul. It became a ritual to walk the plank boardwalks of boat harbors. She would stand and inhale deeply, pulling the the smell of boats deep into her, feeding the wounded beast.
It never died. She refused let it die. She fed it with the scent of boats, memories of his smile, and the torment of the wind. Sometimes when she could almost feel the world toss and surge, she could hear the echo of that whining moan in her ears.
The End
Starting Over
It all started my first year of teaching. I was teaching freshman science, and I was a thousand miles from where I grew up. I’d moved to Texas knowing nobody in the state, but the principal I’d interviewed with, and having only met him once.
One curious thing I hadn’t expected was how much teachers drink. It seemed there was a happy hour every Friday. Going to the happy hours caused me to fall in with the coaches. It didn’t take me long to develop a huge crush on Terri, the freshman volleyball coach/biology teacher. She was 29, with sandy blonde hair that cascaded down her back, blue eyes, and a body to stop traffic. She was also, unfortunately, married.
It didn’t help that she spent the bulk of our conference period most days in my classroom. She’d help me out with the issues of being a new teacher, and I listened to her vent about whatever her asshole husband was doing.
It all came to a head the week after Thanksgiving, when he announced that he was leaving her for his secretary. It was a miserable few weeks for her, until winter break. Corralling her at the faculty Christmas party pretty much meant I wasn’t drinking, so when it came time to go, I was able to deliver her and a couple of the other coaches safely home. She ended up the last one to be dropped off, and only barely able to find her way her front door.
As I helped her to her door, found her keys for her, and opened the door, she finally stood up straight, under her own power, and hugged me close. “You’re such a sweet guy.” Before I could respond, she grabbed me by the head and kissed me. I was instantly hard and almost fell down because of the shock. When I could think, my first thought was, “She’s still a married woman! I shouldn’t be doing this.” My second thought was, “SHUT UP!” followed closely by, “Wow! Her tits are fantastic.”
I have no idea how long we stood there kissing, but it was, and still is, the longest single kiss of my life. We stopped kissing long enough for her to say, “I really don’t want to be alone right now. Can you stay a while?”
Of course, I agreed.
“Good,” she responded, besides, I don’t think you can drive in your condition." As she briefly kissed me again, I caught on to her meaning, realizing that she had her stomach pressed against my hard-on.
As we moved into the living room, she pointed me to the couch and excused herself to the bedroom. By the time she came back, I’d managed to will my hard-on to go down by thinking about hockey. When she came back, so did it. Though she was wearing a baggy t-shirt and flannel pants, she was clearly not wearing a bra, and seemed to be as excited as I was. She curled up next to me on the couch, kissed me again before killing me. “I really want to have sex with you, but that’s probably not such a good idea right now. Is that okay?” Kissing me after I told her it was okay didn’t help much either.
Long story short, we built a fire in the fireplace, laid out some blankets in front of it, and snuggled up. She found a pair of her soon-to-be-ex-husband’s sweat pants for me to wear before she snuggled her beautiful ass up to my crotch and went to sleep.
It took me a while to get to sleep, but I couldn’t have been asleep long when I woke up to her almost silent crying. The fire was burning lower, but not down to coals yet. I also realized that the way she was clutching my arms around her filled my hand with the most fantastic tit I’d ever felt. Not thinking of what else I could do, I squeezed my arms tighter around her. I fully expected her to pull my hand away, but I wasn’t expecting her to turn around, roll me onto my back and straddled me. As we kissed, we worked our way out of our clothes and she treated me to my first view of her incredible body. Amazingly, it wasn’t the beautiful, huge tits with areolas the size of silver dollars that turned me on so much. It wasn’t the neatly trimmed bush, or silky thighs that drew my attention. For the first time in the months I’d know her she had her flowing blonde hair down around her shoulders instead of pulled back somehow.
Before she could mount up, I pulled her down to kiss her. As I held her naked body, I whispered into her ear, “Are you sure?” We both gasped as she slid onto me. As much as I wanted to grope her, it was all I could do to just lie there and let her set the pace. If I did anything else I would have exploded inside her much faster than I did.
I managed to resist caressing her beautiful breasts, which were far more incredible than I’d ever imagined. The size of cantaloupes, they bounced and swayed, defying gravity, as she rode me until I filled her with several months of frustration. By some miracle, or maybe because of how horny she’d made me all year, I managed to stay hard. As she worked herself into her first orgasm, I just held her by the hips, enjoyed the view, and prayed it wasn’t a dream.
She continued riding me and I finally started moving my hands. While I explored the beautiful ass that I’d wanted to squeeze since forever, Terri leaned down and kissed me. As she finally broke the sloppy kiss, and began to sit up, I slid my hands forward and cupped the tits that had been in my dreams for months. We continued like that until she had her second orgasm and collapsed on top of me, breathing heavily. I held her until she finally spoke. “Fuck me. Please.”
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Rolling her onto her back, I fucked her hard in the firelight. Having already come inside her once, I was ready to last. While on top, she’d only made gasping noises and a quiet moan as she came. As I pounded her, it was much louder. If we’d been in my apartment, she’d have entertained the whole complex, as loud as she was. As she grunted and moaned into her third orgasm, I felt that familiar pressure rising, and just as I was thinking I should slow down so I could make sure to finish her off, she began screaming and bucking her hips against me. All I could do was keep pumping and which kept her screaming until I started shooting another load inside her. When I finally collapsed on top of her, she kissed me again gently and lovingly until I was finally able to roll off of her.
I awoke the next morning holding the angel of my dreams who was crying again. I leaned up, kissed her on the cheek, and held her until she was done. Finally she spoke. “Thank you for staying.”
“You’re welcome.” I was too dumb to leave it at that. “You okay?”
“No.”
“Anything I can do?”
“Haven’t you done enough?”
Not dumb enough to keep going, I just shut up and didn’t let go.
After a while, I asked her, “You want me to take you back to your car?”
“It’s never going to be the same again.”
Again, too dumb to shut up. “Your car?”
“No, us. We shouldn’t have slept together. I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be.” I relaxed my arms around her and sat up halfway, and leaned over her. I managed to look her directly in the eye and ignore the beautiful naked body in front of me. “I’ve wanted to do that for a long time.” Staring into her lovely eyes I asked, “Can I kiss you again?”
Smirking, she leaned up. “Funny question after last night.” We kissed softly, lying naked on the floor. Before long, she felt my reaction pressing against her thigh.
Breaking the kiss, Terri said, “We really shouldn’t.” She didn’t sound convinced.
“We shouldn’t have last night.” I continued kissing her.
“I’m not having sex with you on the floor in the middle of the living room again.” Sitting up, she continued, “Let’s go to the bedroom.”
As we stood up and walked to the bedroom, I took her by the hand and spun her around in the morning sunlight.
“What are you doing?” Terri looked confused. Beautiful and naked, but confused.
“I’ve been fantasizing about what you looked like naked all year. Don’t wanna miss my chance.”
“Well, get an eyeful then.” She smiled raised her hands up, turned fully around once and walked to the bedroom.
I followed her and watched as she climbed onto the bed, laid back and opened her legs. Walking to the foot of the bed, I climbed onto the bed between her legs, crawled on top of her and started kissing her again. I could feel my dick rubbing against her crotch and as her hips started to move against me, I kissed down her neck, stopping at her tits, I kissed each of her nipples, and worked my tongue around each of them as she squirmed under me until they were ready to cut glass.
Kissing my way down her belly, I let the tip of my tongue run through he closely cropped blonde hair. As I slipped into her, and savored her tangy pussy, she arched her back and moaned loudly. Finding her clit, I focused on it until she started bucking under my face. Climbing up, I kissed her and slipped into her sopping pussy. She immediately hooked her ankles behind my ass and held me inside her. When she finally let go, I slowly started working myself in and out. Suddenly inspired, I grabbed her ankle and guide her onto her knees. Try as I might, I didn’t manage to stay inside her and as soon as I touched her lips with my dick, she slammed her butt back, impaling herself on my dick.
Kneeling behind her, with my dick disappearing beneath the ass of my dreams, I grabbed Terri by the hips and fucked for all I was worth. Slamming my hips into her ass was apparently just the thing to help send her over the edge again into the loudest orgasm I’d ever heard. As she collapsed onto the bed under me, I was so worked up I straddled her ass and kept fucking until I filled her pussy. Exhausted, I flopped down on top of her and nearly passed out.
When we could walk again, we got in the shower and I took my time soaping up every inch of her beautiful body. When I stood up from washing her legs and my hard-on bumped into her ass, she turned around and put her hands up. “Oh no! Keep that thing to yourself. I haven’t been this sore since I lost my cherry.”
I couldn’t think of anything to say, so I just kissed her again. After I finished washing her, she returned the favor, saving my dick for last. Once she had my dick rinsed, she dropped to her knees and gave me a blowjob that wound up with me nearly collapsing in a heap in the shower.
As I drove her back to where she left her car, Terri informed me that it could only be a one-time thing. She didn’t wasn’t ready to start a relationship. She needed time to recover. As much as I wanted her, I just told her to call me if she needed anything. With a quick kiss, she climbed into her Jeep and drove away.
The End
The Sleeping Bag
They had left the lodge that morning and walked through the spruce forest climbing gradually along the higher ground of Seal Bay toward the top of the ridge.
The day was warm and sunny and they had enjoyed the long walk along the floor of the forest and along the beach. As they reached the top of the ridge they walked with their arms around each other fully enjoying each others’ company and the day, and remembering the sensual lovemaking of the night before. It was as if they could just not get enough of each other, and over the few days they had been at the lodge - they had taken every opportunity they could to be alone and together, and spend time making love.
He had loved the complete and uninhibited but natural sensuality of her, the way she delighted in him, and how she wanted to please him any way she could. The adventurous way she explored him, and took him to new highs in sexual pleasure. The completely understated sexuality of her often surprised him, as once aroused, she often took his breath away, but - he didn’t mind a bit!
He had been just as adventurous in his loving of her - and believed he had found a match in sexual appetite and physical sensuality to be completely relished, and which he knew she did of him as well. He looked forward to each day with her and had used imagination in the way he made love to her - always pleasing her beyond question - and thinking of ways to make love to her the next time which would again bring her to the brink of complete ecstasy and absolute delight - finally tipping her over into sheer unadulterated passion for him.
Now, they reached the top of the ridge and sat down to take in the beautiful view of the other islands in the group further out to sea, and continued to marvel at the beauty of the pristine wilderness in this gorgeous ’land of the midnight sun’. His arms around her waist as she leaned back into him - enjoying his warmth. His mouth on her neck, just kissing her lightly but so languidly, and she reveled in his touch.
He laid her back on the warm rocky ground - smooth rock, worn down by so many years of winters harshness to an almost smooth layer and now simply warmed by the sun. He stepped over her and kneeled between her legs so that he was able to be almost on top of her - they were fully clothed, and enjoyed just the closeness of each other, and the sweetness of the kissing - which was deep and loving - her fingers reaching up into his hair, as she pulled his mouth down to hers.
After a while he stood up, and stepped toward the edge of the outcrop - just barely noticing a building down in the gully - he strained his eyes to see more - but it was almost overgrown and hard to make out any real shape or outline as to size and state. He pulled her to her feet and they made their way down from the peak, following an old trail which led them down gradually to the floor of the forest.
As they came up to the old hut, they realized it had once been a building that had been built specifically for privacy and seclusion - the interior was now quite ramshackle and had obviously been overrun with wildlife from time to time, no doubt taking shelter in the Winter. But it had been built well and was still sturdy, and would stand the test of a few more Alaskan winters.
Now it was empty, the windows had swung open and the sweet Summer Alaskan air blew through gently. The old stove was cold and they went and gathered some kindling and larger logs and got a fire going quickly - they had brought some food and water and coffee along, as well as a sleeping bag.
The evening came quickly and they spent some time just enjoying the rustic cabin and it’s surrounds - almost on the beach, the sound of the small rippling waves which was soothing, along with the wonderful salty smell.
As darkness fell - they heard the sounds of wildlife making their way to their places of refuge, and they settled down for the night themselves.
He laid out the sleeping bag - stoked the fire - laying plenty of logs into the fireplace and stove - and then turned to her and took her into his arms. He kissed her deeply and very passionately and began to undress her - firstly undoing her light jacket and shirt, reaching for her bra, releasing her breasts so that he was able to reach them with his mouth, loving the feel of them, and the hardness of her nipples. He reached to her jeans and undid the clasp, his fingers already inside and against her stomach, so soft and smooth with his fingers reaching further down into her jeans.
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Her arms reached around him and pulled his shirt out of his pants and his jacket off, then her hands were across his back and shoulders, loving the feel of him - and her fingers found their way into his pants undoing the button and zipper, feeling the hardness of him, the sheer beautiful fabulous feel of him - and wanting to have him immediately.
She waited for him to undress her completely, and he finally slipped her panties off and found her with his mouth - she shivered in delight at the feel and touch of him. He had turned her so that while she was alongside him, so was he alongside her, and they each were able to enjoy each other without any problem. Her arms were around his ass, and she drew him closer to her, taking him fully into her mouth - loving the length and hardness of him, with her fingers around him, under him and completely taking control of him. As she loved him this way, she slipped her tongue under him, between his ass and his cock, a small sweet spot, but one so sensitive - and which she loved to kiss and lick, and he so loved the sensation of it as he always did!
He had his mouth and tongue on her, and in her so deeply- his arms also drawing her ass closer to him so he had complete control of her - she shivered in anticipation of his loving, so loving his touch and the feel of his kiss. His tongue was in her, his fingers were in her, and she was completely ragged with desire for him - but she held back as much as she could, loving the taste of him, and knowing he was loving the taste of her, and the touch of her.
As usual, the sense of absolute desire took control of them, and they moved so that he could enter her, her fingers around him, guiding him into her - loving the feel of him, and the length of him. He was deep, and pulled her hips down so he could get deeper, her legs open to him, and wanting every part of him. He leaned down to kiss her breasts and she reached up to kiss his neck, and her fingers reached into his hair, and around his neck - loving the feel and smell of him.
Within a few minutes, with the heat of the fireplace, they had a fine sheen of perspiration across their bodies, and as they made love to each other they soon found they could wait no longer, and coming to a spectacular earth shattering climax - again pleasing each other and exceeding each others’ expectations of each other.
They lay in each others’ arms, talking and laughing as they did, so enjoying each other, looking forward to being together the next day in the wilderness, in the forest of spruce, and within reach of the sea ….
The End
Never in a Million Years
My wife Kay is as close to a normal housewife as can be described. Twelve long years together, I can’t say we ever really had a fight.
She is pretty in her own way, certainly no raving beauty but what she lacks in that is made up for in a personality that makes everyone who meets her just love her.
Her hair is best described as dishwater blonde, framed over her ears. No point in trying to curl it, it won’t. Kay just brushes it out in a half dozen strokes and that’s it. Add in the sparkling light blue eyes, slightly high cheekbones and a nose a bit on the thin side and you have seen a lot of women similar in appearance.
What stands out is she was born with a smile on her face and it never left. People, animals, with everyone and everything the reaction to her is the same.
Every tiny creature on the face of the Earth that she sees will get adopted and there is no way out of that.
So we have 4 Cats and two scruffy Dogs, there is even a three legged Rabbit in a pen out back.
I gave up on trying to evict the Cats from the bed at night and got one of those giant California king beds. That was a blessing anyway since we are both tall.
Kay is very tall as women go, she was 5'10" by the time she was a senior in high school, and added another before we got married. Athletic, too, she played center on our women’s basketball team.
That is how we met, I played guard on the men’s team.
I happened to stop by the gym one afternoon, pretending to just to get some gear since the women’s team was practicing. I liked to watch them, strong muscular legs and arms, sweat pouring off of them. I had even dated Sherry, one of the other gals for a few months.
Sherry was a bit reserved, I got a peck on the cheek and nothing else so after a few dates we just drifted apart.
I spotted Kay as she moved to the outside and took the ball, then inside, her long legs working in the air to maintain balance as she seemed to float up toward the basket.
She slammed the ball and landed on her feet, grinning. I clapped my hands, she glanced up and gave me a wicked smile that made my heart skip a beat.
I sat mesmerized.
I was waiting later as she came out of the locker room.
Her eyes looked around the room, it was like she was perhaps expecting me to be there?
“Hi!” I said simply.
“Hi back! You are on the men’s team, aren’t you?”
“Yea. I’m Dan.”
“Kay.” She held out her hand, I shook it.
That somehow seemed odd.
“Coffee?”
“Sure, but let’s make it juice, OK?”
“Juice it is.”
That was probably as close as I ever came to actually asking her for a date, we just hooked up.
One of those meant to be things, my 6'2" body was just the right size for hers. From that first day sitting and talking, drinking Grape juice, we were just together.
I could say that we ended up in bed and had wild sex, that didn’t happen. We necked in the car, we necked in my apartment. Hell, we necked everywhere that we thought nobody was looking and a few places when they were. Sometimes when we were alone I tried to fondle her breasts through her clothing with a bit of success, getting my hands pushed away when I tried to go farther.
We were a full 4 months into our exclusive relationship when she told me with a shy expression on her face that she had seen the Doctor.
“Doctor? What for?”
“Birth control pills.”
So we became lovers, even that was matter of fact.
I remember waiting in bed, strangely nervous as she prepared herself in the bathroom. There was just a little back light in the room, she came out and stood there for a moment, in a pose.
I am sure it was deliberate.
The light framed her body, I could see the outline of her right breast, the curve of her hips. There were no concerns about my performance, the sight was so beautiful I became as hard as a rock and just stayed that way.
Then she walked to the side of the bed, leaned down and kissed me. Flipping the covers aside, she slid into bed, her fingers brushing up and across my chest, then down to fondle me.
Her body shuddered in excitement as she felt my length, I reached over and slid my own hand down her side, then stroked up and over her damp lips. She felt soft, moist, hot.
I was rewarded with another tremble I took to be a small orgasm. There were many stronger ones that night for both of us.
It had become obvious that we were going to be together, I never did formally ask her to marry me.
We shopped together for her rings, Kay really wasn’t into the big rock or anything like that. The gold engagement ring was a nice little 3/8ths blue white diamond, the wedding ring a simple gold band.
It seemed like half the planet was at our wedding, it was a big party. Her Dad put on quite a show, even a band set up in his yard on the back of a big flat bed truck. Her family was fairly well off, owning a medium size trucking company.
My own parents were not wealthy, just comfortable. My Dad was a writer, mostly pulp fiction, my Mom sold real estate.
I went to work at a large company in the automotive field, Kay took a part time job working in electronics.
The house, the car, the boat, all the things like that came along over a decade or so of living together.
Then came the computer.
It didn’t take very long for Kay to become somewhat addicted to it. First it was online games and chat boards. I noticed she would spend hours in the evenings in our spare room online.
Still, she kept up with everything else, so I didn’t say much.
I even got into some of that myself, in short order I found some websites that showed photos that I figured Kay would throw a fit about me looking at, so I was careful.
But I liked some of that, I spent time on the bodybuilder’s sites looking at women. Then I found one that had photos of women posing nude, my weakness was for the athletic types.
I was always careful to clear the history though.
The next thing I noticed was whenever I went online, the history was cleared also which meant Kay didn’t want me to know what she was looking at either.
I thought about that quite a bit. No way was Kay having any type of a silly online affair, she just wasn’t like that.
It did cross my mind to try and snoop but in twelve long years I had never even looked inside her purse, she had never looked inside my wallet.
More silly stuff but we did keep that one private place for each of us that just could not be violated.
So I knew she would never find the piece of paper with the phone number on it. A massuese I knew that was a bit more willing than most, if you know what I mean.
It wasn’t that I had any physical need for sex, Kay seldom begged off, in fact she often initiated. Her responses to me were easy and natural, she reached her peak with almost no effort.
Kay stayed interested in basketball, she served as coach for a local league. Just fun stuff for her, plus it had the advantage of keeping her body in shape.
She also didn’t mind if I came along and watched, knowing me well enough to know how much I liked that. The gals on her team were all younger, in their 20’s. I often got to sit and watch, it was great fun.
They all wore those loose tops, shorts, and they ran around all over sweating. Several would just wear a sports bra on the warmer days, that was a kick, too.
Then one evening while Kay was at the gym I decided to stay home. It was a cool night anyway, I knew most of them would be wearing sweats anyway.
I clicked on the PC and was loading some body building videos. I normally went to the free sites but one link popped up and required a credit card to enter.
I have no idea why I did but I entered my card number, paid the $9.95 for access.
Wow! This was different! There were photos of women in poses, action shots, nearly all of them were topless or in thongs and small tops.
I must have looked at over 200 different photos, when a 2nd link on the side caught my eye.
“Vote!” It said, for the best athlete of the season.
I figured I would cast my vote, so I clicked on that. A page opened up with probably 30 thumbnail size pictures, all fully nude.
I started at the first one and began to wade my way through them. They were all pretty much the same, the first pictures clothed, then topless, ending up with the last two or three fully nude.
A few had obvious bust enlargement jobs but some were slender and lean, the way I liked them.
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I was about halfway through when I saw one photo that made my heart skip a beat! There was a shot of a long muscular body, bare breasts exposed. The hips turned slightly away pretending to be coy, left leg raised just enough to hide her pubic region.
And a very familiar blemish on the left hip!
I sat there surprised for a few moments, the picture looked like Kay, right down to the hair style. But her face was turned away.
I opened the next one, then the next. Now there was little doubt, one shot showed her nose and profile fairly clearly. There was no mistaking the breasts that I had had in my hands, my mouth, literally hundreds of times.
All doubt vanished at the last photos as her legs were open, swollen lips clearly on display, her clit protruding, the last one taken from less than a foot away.
My wife’s vagina filled the computer screen, larger than life in full living color. I sat there in shock.
I also realized I was as turned on as I ever got.
My Kay never showed any outward sign of being an exhibitionist. Sure, she wore halter tops in the summer, ever present shorts but they weren’t the tight and nasty looking kind. Sometimes she wore off the shoulder dresses when we went out for a fancy dinner or to a play, things like that. I did know she got many second looks at parties but she always had so I never really paid a hell of a lot of attention to that.
Spreading her legs, baring her breasts for a camera and posting that on a public website just seemed to be completely abnormal, not something I would have ever suspected.
I checked the vote totals, saw her total placed her third on the list. The top three would be in a video runoff.
I cast my vote, gave my wife a five. Then I closed the screen, cleared the history. Kay arrived home a half hour later, I didn’t let on at all. She gave me a peck on the cheek and vanished into the spare room.
That night as we slid into bed, she reached over and stroked my stomach, finding me very up and ready to go.
“Wow!” she said with a giggle, her head slipping under the covers. I relaxed and enjoyed, my head filled with the vision of her laying back, opening herself for the world to see. Kay had me spraying my seed in less than 30 seconds. Then I rolled her over onto her back and pounded into her with gusto, still fully arroused.
“Wow!” She muttered again as I finally softened, her upper body flushed red, tiny ripples moving her tight stomach muscles as she slowly calmed.
We did it again as soon as I woke up, I had another raging hardon.
“What got into you, honey?” She asked me, as she lay there again still flushed with orgasm.
“I don’t know, you just look so….so damned good!”
She beamed at that.
The next day I went to the library, spent another $9.95 for a second account and voted again. Checking the totals, I saw she was now in 2nd place.
I made up my mind to be sure that my wife was in the finals no matter how much it cost, the pervert inside me wanted to see what she would do.
Yea, I know. That’s cheating. I didn’t care.
Another surprise was that was all it took, I guess most guys look but don’t vote. A few days later I saw Kay had come in 2nd.
The finals were to be a 2 minute video that had to be submitted in just 7 days. Since we owned no video equipment, I was wondering just how she planned to do that.
Then it hit me!
Who took the pictures in the first place? I have never been famous for quick thinking, I guess.
I did my best to watch Kay closely over the next couple of days. Well, as best as I could since I did have to go to work.
Not a single thing that I could describe as out of the ordinary happened.
I had to wait another full week before Kay would be off at her gym, I couldn’t take the chance of her catching me.
Now that was silly, logic would have been me asking her what her nude pictures were doing on the internet?
The voyeur in me made me keep my knowledge a secret.
I sat down and with shaking hands opened the website. I clicked on the contest link. The first one was a dark haired woman with oversized breasts. She squirmed around, lifted her breasts and held them for the camera, finally ending up on her back, legs splayed as wide as humanly possible.
Kay’s was there, the 2nd link!
How in the hell?
I skipped it, clicked on the last finalist, it was like the first one except the model was thinner and more agile.
Then taking a deep breath, I clicked on Kay’s video. It started out with her walking into a room I didn’t recognize, it almost looked like a small studio. She was wearing a halter top and tan shorts, she looked just like how I had seen her almost daily for a dozen years. Then I noticed her hair was longer, darker, it had to be a wig.
She sat on the edge of a futon, reached behind and tripped the catch on her halter top. Her breasts swung free, crinckled up into tiny buttons. She was turned on! She then stood and slid her shorts down her legs, stepped out of them.
She lay back on the small bed, raised and opened her legs several times, almost like doing simple stretch exercises.
The camera moved in closer as she repeated the motions. Then she rolled over on her stomach, lay there for a moment. I saw her draw her knees up, until finally they were against her breasts.
Her hips raised, her knees splayed out wide. She reached back and grasped her butt cheeks, leaned forwards and spread them as wide as they would go.
Her face was against the futon, her ass was elevated and she was completely open to the camera as it moved in closer and closer until finally it was inches away.
My Kay’s vagina, her puckered asshole, everything was totally exposed. I hit the pause button.
I realized I had been holding my breath, then I felt my body let go in an orgasm without me even touching myself.
I left the screen like that, went into the bathroom and washed up. I had to discard my briefs.
Back at the computer, I cut and pasted to my files and then printed it. Then I closed the program, deliberately leaving the history.
I popped a beer open, went into the living room and clicked on the TV, sat and waited. I set the printout face down on the center table.
It was just over an hour later when Kay got home.
“Hi, honey!” She gave me a bright smile as she came in. I looked her up and down, she had on a different blouse but the same pair of shorts I had seen in the video.
I got up and wrapped my arms around her, she seemed a little surprised at that. I kissed her, letting my hands roam all over her body. It doesn’t normally take much of that to get Kay going, this time was no exception.
In short order I had her naked, I shoved myself inside her with little fanfare. She was already damp, though. I rolled her over on her hands and knees, the same scene I had seen on the computer was before me. I leaned forward and slid inside her again as she thrust back at me.
Then I reached up and picked up the photo, turned it over and lay it on the carpet in front of her.
She looked, hesitated, then gasped.
“Oh my GOD!” She said as she tried to pull away from me. But I had her hips solidly, I held her and just kept pounding away.
“OH! Dan!…I…OH!…I can..EXPLAIN!!! She shrieked as her orgasm overwhelmed her.
I felt myself begin to soften, then I slid out. We sat exhausted for a few seconds.
“So? Tell me what that is all about?”
Kay blushed, then looked down.
“It was just for fun…It started out as just some pictures.”
“Those were quite some pictures.” I grinned at her.
She studied my face.
“You aren’t mad?”
“Did I seem to be mad?”
“No…but…”
“Yea, it was a butt for sure!” I wisecracked.
“I’m sorry…”
“Don’t be. I have never been so turned on in my life!”
“You…You liked that?”
“Yea, you were gorgeous, so naughty.” I reached out and fondled her breast.
I saw her take a sigh of relief.
“Well, I won’t do it again.”
“Why not? In fact, why not be a…LOT..naughtier?”
“You want me to..you mean..It’s OK?”
“Sure. No more bras, no more panties, OK?”
“OK.”
“Maybe do some flashing, teasing? That seems to excite me.”
“Oh Danny. It does me too.”
“Well, let’s go look and see how you did in the contest.”
We sat in the computer room and replayed the video, Kay hiked up one leg and slid over me and settled down as we watched.
I came again as the screen showed her leaning forward, spreading herself for the world.
“One question, hon. Who took the pictures?”
“Boy, do I have a story for you!” She grinned.
The End
Sexual Fantasy Maker Confession
Sitting at the community table once again for another lunch gossip session was always amazing. Listening at the others talk, share what was I found very intimate details of their sexual lives seemed to be so indecent. Of course a few of them found the open audience listening something to explore by trying to top the last conquest. Always’ listening never participating was my thing. The other’s seemed to recognize I listened never commenting it was accepted. I did listen feeling both wonder, some amusement, some disgust. No not disgust of what they were sharing, just that they would share so openly about the men we all knew.
I work at a large medical center in a large city. I know more about some of the doctor’s than probably their wives or live in girlfriends. Nick names ranged from ‘Two stroke Rob’ or ‘Jack Hammer Joe’ both very upstanding physicians in every circle of medicine. They just had the bad fortune to have fallen for Becka’s charismatic open nature. She is a nurse that is outstanding in every facet of her chosen career.
She is just a die for red haired, green eyed beauty. Voluptuous, the throaty laugh of a woman who has a comfort of her own sexuality. She always seemed to have the attention of all new interns. The adoration of all the medical staff. She also loved sex. She was full of lusty good play ducking in door ways she would allow the interns to cop a feel. She seemed to zero in on the best looking intern of each new class bringing him in with promises. His rotation would be almost effortless the scut work would always be placed on the harried lower classman.
Yes, Becka was quite a piece of work she was enthusiastic today. Her white nurses uniform seemed to be painted on what was a perfect body. Her red hair seemed to have a golden halo as the inset lights lightly played on the crown of the natural curls. Her cohorts were asking questions of the newest conquest. She was to happy to reply with vulgar gestures. Apparently Adam was going to be the next Becka’s plaything. I never could understand why the physicians didn’t warn the new interns about her.
I knew they all seemed to move away from her with a deep respect I always wondered what she did to make them seem so loyal?
“His cock was so long I didn’t know what I was going to do when he asked me to suck him.” Becka’s eye’s rolled as I lost interest in what she was saying. ‘I mean he has a long, dong." She laughed throaty once again.
My mind wasn’t at the table any longer or Becka’s thrilling offering of information on the latest intern at our medical center. I was thinking of the vacation coming up. I had planned this vacation to the smallest detail. I loved details they made the most of everything you were to do. I mean without details then whatever you did was just adequate. I excelled at my chosen field. I guess I should mention I am a physician with a large practice. I love medicine with all the discoveries that are made in medicine this was the most exciting time to be in medicine. I am a workaholic with my career I work fifty weeks a year taking only taking two weeks off. I work seven days a week, twelve to sixteen hours a day. I see medicine as though it doesn’t come with a time card. Nothing comes easy in medicine after a diagnosis then the work begins.
Being a female in a world of medicine where men out number us is just the way it is. I love it though. This time of year my mind would travel towards my interest in what I did thoroughly loved. I work hard I also play hard. I have a quiet lifestyle. You will find this quite amazing as I tell you what I enjoy besides medicine. For two weeks a year I enjoy being a sexual fantasy. Now you may be asking what is a sexual fantasy? I am whatever the client asks for. I have been a model, a voyeur, a sex therapist, along with being a wife. That client needed a wife for two weeks to gain entrance into the world he wanted to plunge into. Another client needed a model for his art class of course I was a nude model for the entire two weeks. Am I afraid I will be recognized? No. I also am a makeup artist no detail is to small for me. The client or clients that needed a sex therapist was a lovely couple that wanted to add more spice in their love life.
I have traveled this world with men of great powerful positions. I have been in the most wonderful places as a lover, girlfriend, wife, friend and confidante. I have had the pillow talk with the powerful mover and shakers of almost all industries known to mankind. I was behind the scenes of many world wide concerts. I enjoy excitement more than most. I don’t take all clients I wouldn’t have time for that.
I make ungodly amounts of money, but above the money its the fantasy that I love. I have been involved in many fantasies. The one that I was a voyeur was very erotic it happened just last year. I had been called to come to a palace in Europe for a meeting with a couple. I can’t get into names that wouldn’t be conducive to the privacy of the couple. They wanted to be watched by somebody that wouldn’t tell. I thought that was erotic sounding so I agreed to the fantasy. They had very strict details I would follow it turned out to be quite a memorable fantasy.
Coming to their home as massive it was and very photographed I was let in by a full regaled butler. What a wonderful character he was. I loved his wonderful sense of fair play. His determination of helping his charge at this time. I will call him Chive’s only because its not his name. He loved his charges the couple Anna belle and Reginald. They were so in love it was hard not to envy their lifestyle. Filthy rich was an understatement. They traveled the world in style being seen in every grand opening, they were very deeply in love. Their duties took them around the world every year. Leaving very little time for their own private life. Having seen everything, been seen everywhere, they found little to stimulate them. Constantly being photographed they were camera shy to a point. They found the flash of camera’s were very titillating, scintillating as it were they worried constantly about being displayed in the wrong light.
So their fantasy was very simple. They wanted me to photograph them having sex. Sounds very erotic doesn’t it? Watching this global trotting couple being sexually intimate while taking pictures. I was to photograph them at every moment they were behind closed doors. I mentioned I wasn’t the greatest photographer it didn’t matter. They had that figured out too. There wouldn’t be any film but to have the reality of the pictures I would have the flashes. I would be asked to take pictures very close up pictures of their sexual exploits. I laughed at the thought because they laughed at themselves first.
I took the challenge immediately they were so greatfull they instantly took their clothes off and I was in their presence with a camera shoved in my hands.
Having seen this couple photographed cutting ribbons on ships. Being christened by their broad smiles I was enthralled by their nudity. They were very beautiful naked with no shame at their being such as I was fully dressed. I thought well this is interesting when I found out that they had another term. I was to also be naked. I was flabbergasted by this but very aroused by it at the same time. It took me a few seconds to think this over. It made sense to be naked so they would feel free. Yet, I hadn’t thought myself as being active other than being a third eye on their love making. I didn’t want to seem prudish I just had to think of the angles. They stood before me with their bodies nude touching each other. What a beautiful sight seeing this. The thought of what this could bring made me start to undress.
They sat on the end of their king size bed as I undressed for their eyes. First came off the silk blouse showing them a lacy red bra hugging my breasts. I looked at his face he smiled as he took his hand and squeezed his wife’s right nipple. I unfastened the bra and let it fall onto the thick carpeted floor. Pulling the skirt around I unfastened the snap only to realize I was without panties. I thought for a mere second before allowing it to land with the blouse and bra. I stood there without shame as his eyes looked over my body. I was younger than his wife, totally a different body type. He grinned as he pulled his wife onto his lap kissing her mouth sensually. I didn’t hesitate I grabbed for the camera bringing it up to my eye. I looked through the view finder making it magnifies his lips pulling on her lower lip. I felt a rush of adrenaline course through me. As I took picture after picture walking close and then stepping away. He didn’t seem to notice my moving around them. The flashes lit the room in an eerie shadowed way.
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Only the sound of the clicking I forgot there wasn’t any film. I heard their pleasures fill my senses feeling very erotic. His mouth left hers with a slow motion going down her neck, making their way down to her small breasts. Their nipples were so erect I could see through the view finder the wrinkled skin being pulled taut. Their ruby red nipples seemed to expand as he drew one then the other into his wet mouth. I snapped picture as I spoke about directions. I didn’t realize I had spoken but then it seemed a natural thing to do. I was there as a voyeur yet a camera seemed to be an interloper like a paparazzi scoring a picture for cash.
He grabbed her tits and squeezed them so hard I almost gasped, she showered him with cum I could smell the scent. I was being drawn into this couples bedroom secrets finding it so sensually erotic. She seemed to enjoy the rough hand he displayed at times. Her face was flushed by the mere knowledge he was taking her in front of me. I was there to make them feel the presence of being watched without the pain of being caught. I couldn’t believe the passionate atmosphere of two people fucking so freely in front of a stranger. Snapping around the hard bed I moved in for a close up of him pulling her legs apart as she scratched his back. The scent of raw sex was swimming around the three of us. As I snapped a picture of his face seeing the intensity of his lust I did gasp as he slipped between her creamy thighs. His head was thrown back as his goatee was almost getting soaked by the squirting of her pussy. I reacted with awe I hadn’t seen this side of a squirting pussy before. He lapped her juices with a gusto that befitted a woman in sheer ecstasy.
His nine inch rock hard cock was bouncing off her legs as he lapped her dry. She seemed to become breathless as his tongue delved into her pussy which seemed to be bottomless. I hadn’t realized the wetness was being sloshed around so that I was becoming wet by them. I was snapping pictures looking hard into the view finder. He took the back of her thighs and pushed her knee’s to her breast bone as he got up on his knee’s. He wanted me to picture this as he was about to enter her snapping pussy. I crawled upon the bed and got so close I could see and hear their wetness first hand. As he pressed her legs back as far as they would go he knelt down. Taking his rod to her opening and then in one swift motion he plunged in so hard their hips became bruised as they hit. He stroked his lady love with a ferocious, hard rhythm. She was lost in space, he was lost in a pistons like motion. I was lost in a moment of sheer erotic ecstasy snapping pictures left and right.
I was listening to the sound of sloppy fucking, skin on skin, breathing so hard it reverberated all around us. I was watching the action without realizing that I had gotten on the bed. His back was becoming so rigid I could almost palpitate his vertebra it occurred to me out of nowhere. What a sensual overload this was for them and for me amazingly. I never knew how exciting this could be to watch another couple makes love and be so drawn into it. I looked through the viewer as his eyes closed for the culmination of his piston pumping. Taking the camera down between their bodies I saw the beautiful sight of his testicles drawing up as his load shot through to shower her inside. I locked onto the triangle of skin they were sharing as the intensity of their combined orgasm shook the whole bed.
It wasn’t until I was knocked off by the imbalance of my knee’s on the shaking mattress that I realized I was breathing so hard. I had witnessed the most erotic act of fucking between two people sharing it without so much as entering it, physically. Sitting up I didn’t hear a sound. The bed had quit moving
as I sit quietly trying to get my balance. Slowly I got up only to see two people entwined so intimately both breathing erratically, yet so perfectly in tuned. I all of a sudden felt as though I was seeing something so intimate I felt shame. I quietly got up walking for the door I entered earlier. Quietly closing it behind me I didn’t realize I was shaking until I was alone. I couldn’t believe what I just had witnessed it didn’t even enter my mind just how erotic this could be. I slipped on a satin robe hanging on the back of the door. Looking around I didn’t hear the door being knocked on. I walked over to the massive door opening it timidly.
“Miss would you care for a nice warm bath?” Chives asked without a hint of knowing what I had just witnessed.
“Oh well I hadn’t thought about a bath actually. It does sound very tempting though.” I answered thinking it did seem perfect.
“Very well, I will draw it for you Miss.” He answered walking towards a closed door.
I stood there wondering what he did know about this. Did he know what I had just witnessed? If he did what did he think of this? He came out of the bathroom motioning of me to enter the room. It was magnificent in size and luxury. He walked closer towards me as I stood feeling foolish. His hands touched my shoulders awaiting for me to slip out of the dressing gown. I hesitated then thought this must be his job. I turned away slipping it off my shoulders I felt the satin slipping off my bare skin. He didn’t make a sound as I stood there naked for his eyes.
“I hope the water is warm enough for you, Miss.” he spoke very calmly.
I realized I should walk closer to the tub so I moved feeling his eyes following me. I lifted my foot over the tub rim and the water seemed to part for my foot as I slipped into it. The water felt so soothing I hadn’t realized how tense I was. I had just witnessed such an act of animalistic wanton sex and I hadn’t had a release. I blushed immediately hoping he couldn’t read my mind. My body was still very rigid without my own release I was feeling very tense. I turned my head so our eyes wouldn’t meet as I tried to think of what to say so he would leave the room.
“I can perhaps help you with your tense muscles?” He spoke up very quietly.
I was aghast at the thought of him touching me. I mean he was handsome in a certain way. But him seeing my needs seemed so wrong. I splashed the water so his eyes couldn’t look upon my nudity so easily. The water rippled as his eyes looked upon my face. I wasn’t sure what it was but he had such a wonderful warm manner. Yet, the thought of being serviced seemed way out there.
“Very well, Miss I shall have the dinner served for you when you finish here.” He said turning without taking his eyes from my bare breasts.
I managed to smile as I saw his face look a little disappointed, perhaps? I listened for the door to close before I slipped my hands under the water. I touched my thighs as they opened slowly the warm water kissed my throbbing pussy. Laying back onto the porcelain tub I lowered my shoulders into the hot water. Using my fingers I found my hard clit quickly I moved around the hood until I clasped onto the engorged nerve endings. Losing myself in the rhythm of massaging myself I didn’t hear Chives enter again. My eyes were closed as I felt a hand move mine away, I opened my eyes to see his face full of anticipation. His fingers deftly took my clit to the abyss of an orgasm that shook my whole body. His fingers moved around in a circle adding pressure as he did. I felt myself relax in as much as I could before I realized what was happening. His fingers were causing me such pleasures. He grasped my clit with one hand as his fingers moved into my pussy with a dominant air. I opened my legs up so wide I finally had to swing my legs over the tub rim.
I closed my eyes looking into his startling blue eyes made me feel to odd. Being probed, completely exposed, so sexually explicitly opened to him was such a turn on. Neither of us spoke he was taking his fingers making me feel the enormous ecstasy of being finger fucked by a total stranger. It felt so wrong but yet so right. I started to hump back on his three fingers as his other hand pulled, stretched, pinched, and stroked my clit. Having water lapping around my body as I could hear his breathing become labored I let myself enjoy this moment. I was lying there with my sex being open for his working hands not caring he was watching me become flushed by his expert hands. I never thought of myself as a exhibitionist but now I realized I was. He maneuvered his hands under my ass so that my body was lifted out of the water. I opened my eyes as I saw his tongue hovering over my flowering open pussy. Licking me hard I felt the rush of hot cum shoot out into the bath water.
Our eyes connected as he sucked my clit into his wet mouth we smiled knowing he was going to suck me off again. My hands were holding my body to help him be able to lick me to another sweet orgasm. Finally my body was wracked with such sensual pleasures I became so exhausted, Chives allowed my body to slip back into the warm water. Lying there with my legs back under the water I seem to float away on a beautiful wave of sexual ecstasy. I didn’t notice Chives when he left, as I became aware of the water cooling down I stood up on shaky legs. Wrapping the thirsty bath towel around myself I dried off slipping back on the dressing gown.
Walking back into my suite I saw the most beautiful dress laid out onto the bed. Chives was standing near the bed with a smile as I walked towards the beaded gown.
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“Miss your presence is required to attend a dinner this evening with Master and Mistress of the manor. It’s formal you will see many faces you have seen in the news. Please feel free to join in with the conversation and fine dining, this evening.” Chives spoke with a demeanor of a servant.
I looked into his face and seen nothing to give away the fact he just watched my body has such strong orgasms. I felt strange but realized he was now my servant in this moment. I slipped off my robe as he walked around me and helped me place my lingerie on with a air of expertise. His hands dressed me in the most delicate lingerie, moving the lace to cover my nipples, my pussy. Clasping my silk stockings to the virginal white garter. He helped me step into the gown fussing with the layers of lace and silk. Finally he turned me around so I could see my own vision in the mirror. I gasped at my beauty as I allowed him to place my feet in the four inch heels. The off white and pink gown hugged my hour glass shape. My hair as he brushed it fell down around my shoulders. Finally he stepped back with a broad smile and watched me walk closer to the mirror.
“You look lovely tonight, Miss.” He whispered.
“I feel lovely, Chives.” I replied almost in those dreams like trance.
Just as I was about to speak again the door opened in walked both Reginald and Anna belle. They were dressed refreshed from their small nap. Eyes were twinkling as they dismissed Chives from our presence.
“So are you recharged like we are? You were so wonderful in there earlier we never felt so alive making love in front of you and the camera.” Reginald managed a small laugh.
“Yes. I am refreshed and thank you for the compliment I tried to do your love making justice. I didn’t know exactly what it was you wanted.” I answered excited.
“We loved the way you got onto the bed so you could get closer. We loved the fact you were seeing our fucking so close up and personal.” They both chimed in. ‘Tonight we will be wanting more after we have this dinner over with." Anna belle said breathlessly.
My mind was all a twirl with the whole situation. I was becoming more aroused knowing I would once again be involved in watching this couple fuck with wild abandoned. So it went for the time I was with them. I photographed them as they fucked, sucked one another. I would come back to Chives as he would ravish my body with his fingers and I would fall into bed exhausted waiting for their next call.
It was close to the end when I was once again finding myself watching them fuck when I got a surprise. Thinking that this was going to be one more photo shoots without film. I was brought into their bed chamber to find Chives. He was standing there in the room fussing with bed as I was walked over to him. He turned around to see me not showing any surprise. Smiling he took my hand bringing me into his body.
“Miss I am so happy you are here. I have watched this develop from night one. You see I wanted you to help them with their marriage. I am the one who hired you to work with them on this fantasy. I have been with them both before their marriage. I could only do so much though. I brought Anna belle into her womanhood. Where virginity is a priority and hormones become quite impossible I helped Anna belle
flower into her position. Much like I have helped you. I also helped Reginald on nights he would be to stressed to sleep.” Chives voice lowered as he continued. ‘It’s part of my job I was born into this position. Now my charges have asked what they could do for me? I have but one request and I wanted you to listen before I ask for what I truly want." He whispered into my ear.
My eyes lowered by the request I was breathless as I thought of what he was asking. I remembered the impact of the request knowing I wouldn’t be able to turn this man down. After all he had been my sexual reliever for these past two weeks. Nothing I could do would allow him to allow me to return this favor. Now tonight he wanted me to return his loving kindness I was so excited by this prospect.
“Would you make love with me, Miss?” he hoarsely whispered.
“Yes. I will but please call me by my name.” I answered. ‘My name is Raquel." I spoke my name as I leaned into his mouth kissing him long and lingering.
My lip touched his with his lips being so wonderfully giving. We both wanted this equally I had been with him intimately all around this castle. He had taken me while I was aroused by the after affects of watching Anna belle and Reginald fucking. The first night I had that gown on he had even taken his hands and released my cum under the many layers of silk. I had come back to my room with knowing I was going to watch Reginald out right fuck Anna belle. As I was being undressed by Chives, he must have known my arousal because he took his hands and ripped my panties off. His finger found my wetness as he probed my wet pussy. I stood there in front of the mirror as he pulled my hard clit into submission. I wanted his fingers in me so bad watching him throw my panties over his shoulder.
His hands moved my thighs apart as he stroked my clit to an orgasm that shook me. I watched him disappear under the full skirt as he tongued me into many orgasms. I felt him lick my thighs clean and dry before he came out of the folds of the silk. As he looked into my eyes he saw that I was floating he brought the dress away from my body. Leaving me naked he walked away as I entered their bed chamber. Now I realized he did this for Anna belle. I wondered how many times? How was the first time compared to his doing me in the tub?
His lips parted as his tongue slipped into my mouth. That tongue had brought me many nights of endless pleasure and now it was dueling with my tongue. I lost of course as he dominated my mouth. I knew this was something I had never experienced. I wanted him in a way so deep that I allowed him to take me.
Standing there breathing through our nose’s. Listening to the breathing becoming erratic as we became lost in the intimacy of a perfect kiss. Taking time to allow the nature of the kiss sweep us away was so erotic. His body was not hurried after all his fantasy was to have me. Which made my fantasies even more delicious. We were connected as two lovers, even though he had seen me cum I hadn’t seen him.
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