The Two Headed Dick
“I just saw your parents heading out the door.”
“Yeah. My Dad is entertaining a client. What’s up Vanessa? You didn’t call to say you were coming over.”
I pulled out the magazine that I had borrowed and handed it to her. “I’m bringing this back.”
“Groovy. I thought I had accidently placed it in the trash. Did you like it Vanessa? she asked.
“I found it to be very interesting. Women can certainly do a lot of things to each other. It got me really excited–like it had me thinking that I might want to do something with a girl. I know I have Brad and all. But this would have nothing to do with my relationship with him. Dani, have you ever done it with a real girl?”
“No. But I want to. We could learn together Vanessa, if you want. You are as beautiful and sexy as the women in the magazines. I’d love to touch you here,” she said pointing to her pussy.
“You blew my mind when you fucked yourself. I can’t erase the image of your wet pussy from my head.”
“You don’t have to. Let’s do it Vanessa!”
She walked to me and took my head in her hands and kissed me. It was such a soft, warm kiss with her long,delicate tongue probing the recesses of my mouth. It was so much better than Brad’s big, demanding tongue. I suggested that we get undressed. I wanted to see her dark pussy again. We were naked in seconds and kissing again. I brought my hand down and felt Dani’s pussy. It was wetting nicely.
“Vanessa, please let me feel your tongue there. Please.”
She pulled away and lay down on the bed. I crouched between her open legs, spread her pussy lips open and caressed them. I put two fingers inside her vagina and pumped them in and out. I brought out more of her sweet juice, rubbed it over her hairs, and had her pussy gleaming as it was the first time I saw it. I brought her down to the edge of the bed, got on the floor on my knees and sucked her pussy. Dani, between moans of pleasure, told me what she wanted. As for the rest, that was all me. Doing what I would want done to me. Dani came with my tongue lodged inside her. Dani came when I touched her clit. Dani clasped my fingers inside her and came. I was on fire watching her cum, knowing that I was giving her what she needed.
Dani scooted back up to the pillows and lay back. “Now, Vanessa, put your pussy in my face.”
On my knees and holding her headboard, I lowered myself to her mouth. She sucked me as I had sucked her. I gyrated above her, taking my pleasure from her tongue as it explored very the center of me. I was open and exposed as she pulled my lips back and let me lower myself to her long tongue. My cum was the sweetest thing that has ever happened to me. And a girl had done it.
We both lay back exhausted and satisfied. Dani spoke, “That was great. All that magazine reading paid off. I got a new toy in today, Vanessa. We may have time to try it out before my parents get home.” We looked at the digital clock beside her bed.
“What is it Dani? Come on, I want to see it.” I put my tongue in her mouth and kissed her passionately before she left the bed.
“Here it is. Isn’t it beautiful?
The Two Headed Dick
She had a thick, flexible two-headed dick that could be inserted into two girls at the same time. “Dani, put it in us,” I said excitedly. We sat facing each other, legs spread wide. Dani put her part inside her, then came closer to me. I happily received my half. It was just the right length for it disappeared between us. Our bodies touched and our bodies were filled. We caressed each other, humped together, kissed deeply and whispered how good it felt.
“Screw me now, Dani. We don’t have much time left, do we?” We readjusted ourselves with Dani on top. We got busy setting up a rhythm, then screwing the dick into each other. Dani was really into giving it to me good. With her breasts pressed to mine and her sweet tongue taking my mouth, I exploded first. She filled AND fulfilled me.
She put her hands next to my head and raised herself a bit. We were joined only by the dick. Dani was humping me hard, then holding back. I opened my eyes to look at her. Black hair was flying, a secret smile on her red lips, her gray eyes wild with excitement. This beautiful flower child was taking her pleasure from being joined with me. I grabbed her ass and pushed up into her with several quick thrusts, bringing us over. Dani was very vocal this time. I reveled in her screams, then silenced her with my kisses. We were kissing goodbye when her parents’ car drove in.
I continued to date Brad for the remainder of our senior year, but I took my greatest, most delicious pleasure from fucking Dani. The thought of her made me so hot all the time. Sometimes at school, I could cum just thinking about her or looking at her. She continued to collect the many toys and magazines that heightened our pleasure with each other. When we went off to separate colleges, we each took a few of the toys and magazines to pleasure ourselves–or others.
If you do anything worthwhile today, “do it” with a woman.
END
Best of Blowjobs
Thursday night bowling with the guys, that was the last thing on my mind, leaving work after a long day at the office. About once a month, I had gotten into the habit of skipping on the bowling and stopping at the local gentleman’s club for a little variety in my daily life. My wife, Debbie, knew nothing of these “exceptions” to my weekly bowling routine. My cell phone would keep me in touch in those rare instances when she would need to talk, after all, she knew how important it was for me to have a little “time off”, with the guys.
I stepped inside and paused to allow for my eyes to adjust, allowing myself to slowing take in the scenery. Mostly girls I had seen before, with the occasional exception. Tonight, I spied a new addition, unusual for these parts, a dark black girl, mid twenties with a firm body, grapefruit sized breasts, and a beautiful smile, luscious red lips framing her beautiful white teeth. It was my fortune that it was she who appeared to take my drink order. Now, perhaps it was my minimal experience with black girls, or maybe simply her dark, sultry body, full of promise. Possibly it was that she was a new girl, but then, as I reflected while she walked away fulfill my drink order, it was the possibility held by those ruby red lips and beautiful smile, for you see, the biggest turn-on for me is and has always been a blowjob. Now don’t get me wrong, I enjoy all the sexual positions and I never have problems performing in the traditional forms of sex with women, it is just a tremendous desire I have to fill a hungry girls mouth with her just reward! Debbie shows little interest for this and, of course, when she does me this “favor” only does it halfheartedly and about half as long as it takes, read, I never cum in her mouth. Understandably, this only heightens my desire and when I spot such decadent dsl’s (dick sucking lips) on a girl, especially in place such as this, I begin to gain uncontrollable wood.
As the night progresses, I watch my new ebony goddess as my powerful physical need for an accomplished and eager fellatrix’ builds. Alas, although I desperately search in her demeanor any sign of her willingness to perform such a deed, I cannot and within an hour, I am back on the road, only now, sporting wood that will not go away as long as I continue the think about her.
I knew exactly where I was going. In fact, this second destination was the primary reason for deviation from the bowling routine. Daydreaming of those red lips tight around me kept my cock as hard as a rock, I couldn’t get there fast enough. Parking in the lot in the back, I walked swiftly to the back entrance and let myself in. The local adult book store, it was just outside of town, barely 5 miles from the gentleman’s club, yet in my current state, an impossibly long drive. I walked over to the rental movies, seemingly perusing the latest titles, while in all actuality, my mind was on those viewing booths in the back of the store. Acting as though they did not quite have what I was looking for, I walked to the counter and nervously asked for singles from the clerk. He smiled and gave me two fives and ten ones for my twenty. Always feeling as though he could read my mind and thereby gauge my intentions, I quickly turned and walked, to the booth area.
In relative darkness once again, my eyes adjusted as I made my way to the aisles, avoiding the shadowy figures loitering about. Having been here before, I headed for my favorite booth and tested the door. I breathed a sigh of relief as I discovered it was currently unused, and slipped inside, locking it behind me. I quickly slipped a five in the video machine and intently clicked through the video offerings until I found something of particular interest. I couldn’t believe my luck but what should I find but a video of a black girl, not unlike the my waitress earlier in the club, talking to a white man, no less! She was talking to him, then suddenly she kneeled before him…
I faced the video squarely and began to rub my hard bulge through my slacks…
Sometimes it’s hit and miss at the book store. The adult book store, that is, especially if you don’t get a booth early. I have this favorite booth, with a comfortable, well positioned seat directly in front of this nice round glory hole. It’s truly ideal, generous in size, to allow for a man’s full package to come through, and having sanded edges for comfort in the event of occasional contact. It was drilled through a single ¾ " plywood sheet, this allowing me maximum access, especially of value when servicing “size challenged” men. You see, I’m a cocksucker with only two requirements, he must be clean and he must love to feel the inside of a warm mouth. Because of this, I get plenty of action, both new and repeat business. Of course, I have my favorites, blacks, truckers, and desperate husbands…
Tonight, I was running late, at 6 o’clock, it was and hour and a half later than my usual arrival. Four or five was best for catching the “just off from work” working husband crowd but I figured to suckle some of the late arrivals. My first challenge was to find a good booth, preferably my favorite. Surprisingly, my booth was empty! I quickly entered, locked the door, fed the machine, sat down and impatiently awaited, hungry for the traffic I would hope to see…literally.
Within only a few minutes, as I discreetly peered through the hole, I saw a man enter, pausing to lock the door. Wearing slacks, he was obviously white collar and as he squared up to the monitor while making his video selections, I could make out a tent protruding from his crotch! My mouth watered instantly and I leaned down to see what video he was selecting. Clicking past the gay selections, he finally stopped on an interracial straight video, a black girl with a white guy. Did I mention straight guys are my favorite? No? Straight guys are my favorite, especially when there are already hard! I moved my viewing angle to where I could once again gaze upon his “tent”. To my excitement, he was now rubbing his package, slowly. Not one for ambiguity, I leaned close, placing my mouth close to the hole and alternated between licking my lips and making kissing noises, hopefully communicating my offer. Hearing him begin to unbuckle, I backed away to watch as he quickly dropped his slacks and peeled down his briefs. His circumcised cock snapped out, bouncing briefly. Once his clothing was in a heap around his ankles, he pivoted and began an awkward walk in my direction. Of average size, it was, however, stiff with a slight upward turn. I could see a glistening on the tip of his swollen cockhead as it began to bounce as he moved closer. Here I could see that while his cock was average in size, his balls were big and heavy, clearly in need of draining…
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I squeezed myself through my slacks as I watched the movie, frequently sneaking a quick peek down and to my right to where a large glory hole existed. Immensely turned on by this movie, yet desperate for an invitation to the glory hole kept my head on a pivot, similar to how one feels watching a tennis match! Down for a moment, then back to the screen, as the black housewife had begun working that big white dick between her lips at an increasing tempo. Fortunately, almost immediately, I saw a face peering through and it was obvious what he was looking at. My hard-on jumped in response and I quickly dropped my slacks and underwear and waddled over to the hole he licked his lips and made sucking noise, an obvious invitation by any measure. The large hole allowed me to push through my dick and balls and I was rewarded instantly with the feeling of a warm pair of pursed lips pressing against my mushroom head. I pushed my package completely through the generous hole while turning my head to watch the video. I groaned as those lips wetly and noisily moved over my mushroom head, sliding down my shaft until I was entirely within his mouth. His mouth began it’s upward descent, allowing my head to exit his lips whereupon only briefly did I not feel his lips until once again I felt their contact, this time as he ran his pursed lips up and down the underside of my rigid manhood. His tongue, ever so busy, was proof positive of his eagerness to enjoy what I had to offer. I cannot understand and most likely never will understand this yearning of a man to fellate another but I am more than willing to take advantage and make us both happy! A hungry and experienced mouth is what I had sought and now happily found. I watched the video with my legs spread and my body pressed tightly against the wall as his talented mouth worked to bring me to climax…
Ummm, I was in heaven as I slipped my mouth down to his balls, heavy swinging ones, man I could suck just his balls for an hour! I slid my mouth back up the underside of his shaft slowly until I again pressed my lips against his swollen mushroom head. I reached up and began squeezing and massaging his balls as I enveloped his cockhead like a tootsie pop with my lips. I knew his movie wouldn’t last forever so I began a slow bob, sinking ever so farther down on his shaft with my tight lip lock. After only a few minutes of this, his cock suddenly jerked, thankfully while I was on a upstroke (I enjoy cum on my tongue), he erupted, pulsing several times strongly into my mouth. My donator, paused only a few seconds before withdrawing from my hole. He quickly zipped up and appeared to simply watch the remainder of the movie, ignoring the hole. I suspect he was simply emphasizing he was a straight guy, while at the same time, allowing his dick to soften so as not to make a spectacle while leaving the store. In any case, in a few minutes he was gone and I was reminiscing his flavor as I awaited my next feeder…
My whole body had shook as I came! In my mind, I came hard in that black girls mouth! Black women are known for their blowjobs and she was no different! “Course, I knew better who was the recipient of my large donation, but in my mind I had fed that hungry black girl. One cum in this store would last me a week! It was here where I released my pent up sexuality, and it was here I would continue to visit for just that reason. I waited for the movie to end as I composed myself, completely ignoring the hole through which I had just cum. Movie over, I quickly exited the store, jumped in my car and headed home! I’ll definitely be back, I thought with a smile, definitely!
This story is a true story yet it also relates to a sample of events that has happened many times throughout history. Most men love receiving oral sex, this is a fact of life. Many men think that watching, and feeling an attractive woman going down on them is the greatest turn-on of all. Unfortunately, women, far more often than not, give mediocre or lackluster blowjobs. They don’t know how to proceed and the really don’t want to be there. A token amount of time is spent doing something they’d just as rather not and, as a result do a poor job of it. A male cocksucker, on the other hand, has hunger and desire and skill earned through extensive practice and remember, to feed one does not make you gay. It doesn’t even make you bisexual. So, next time you are desperate for a great blowjob, where your climax will be eagerly sucked down, set your inhibitions aside, just for an hour, and visit your local adult bookstore. If the first one you visit has no booths or glory holes, try another one. There are websites to help you find someone to help you. You’ll find one sooner or later and you’ll be glad you did!
The End
Who Can See the Wind?
It was a calm spring day. Not a breath of wind blew. Except around Nyssa.
Nyssa hurried up the street, her long, curly, brown hair ruffled by a breeze that seemed to touch only her. She was running late for work, and she couldn’t afford to be late again. Her manager had already told her she was on probation. But how was it Nyssa’s fault if her car wouldn’t start three days out of every five?
The wind stroked her hair. It escaped Nyssa’s notice that no one else’s hair was moving, that none of the leaves on the sickly trees sticking through the sidewalk stirred. She was too focused on getting to work on time, and was too used to feeling wind in her hair and against her skin. It never left her.
From the time Nyssa was a child, she’d loved the wind. Whether a light breeze or a hurricane, she had always wanted to be outside when the wind blew. Her parents had had to force her to stay inside during storms. And it seemed the wind loved Nyssa too, always touching and caressing her. Nyssa had never seen anything odd about it; she took it for granted just as she took air and sunshine.
Only fifty yards now to the office building. Without a break in her steps, Nyssa glanced at her watch. Three minutes. If the elevator cooperated, she would just make it to her office on the tenth floor.
But the brief glance at her watch was her downfall. Nyssa ran headlong into someone who stood still in the middle of the sidewalk. The impact made her drop her purse, which spilled its contents over the sidewalk. Tears of frustration came to her eyes. “Shit!”
The stranger grasped Nyssa’s shoulders to steady her. “Are you all right?”
His voice was deep and calm, with an accent Nyssa couldn’t place. His skin was tan; his hair and eyes so dark they were almost black. She caught her breath and had to look away; he was too gorgeous to look at for long. The wind around her picked up, brushing her cheeks, helping to calm her. She knelt and began to pick up her belongings. “I’m okay, thanks,” she said to the man. “I’m sorry I ran into you. I should have been watching where I was going.”
“No harm has been done.” The man knelt beside her and handed her some of the items that had scattered. “I am unaccustomed to being in head-on collisions on the sidewalk, but it is made better by the privilege of gazing at you.”
What a corny line! Nyssa couldn’t help laughing. “Um, thanks, I think.” She shoveled the rest of her things back into her purse and made sure the zipper was closed. “I appreciate the help picking up. I really have to get to work now; I’m late.”
The man stood and extended his hand to Nyssa. She took it, and he helped her up. “I am sorry you must go so soon,” he said. “I would have enjoyed spending time with you.”
“I don’t generally ‘spend time’ with someone I’ve just met,” Nyssa replied. “I don’t even know your name.”
“I am Boreas. And you are?”
“Nyssa.” Something about his name struck a chord in her. It was a name she knew, but couldn’t place.
“Nyssa, it is my pleasure to meet you,” Boreas said. “I understand your concern about strangers, but I would be honored to buy you dinner, or perhaps just coffee, when you have the time.”
“Um, I don’t know.” Nyssa checked her watch again. “Oh, no! I’m really late. Look, Boreas, it was nice meeting you, and thanks for your help, but I really have to go.” Without waiting for an answer, she ran. The wind, which had stopped without her awareness while she spoke to Boreas, played through her hair until she entered the building.
Nyssa flew out of the elevator and into her office at nine-twelve exactly, according to her watch. Twelve minutes late. It hadn’t seemed to take that long to pick things up and talk to Boreas, but the watch didn’t lie. And her manager wasn’t pleased. He stood near the office door, arms crossed over his chest, a face like a thundercloud. “Nyssa, haven’t we spoken about you being late so much?” he demanded.
“Yes, Mr. Horton. I’m sorry.” Nyssa set her purse on her desk. “I ran into someone outside. I mean, literally. I dropped my purse and had to pick everything up. I’m sorry.”
“Yes, you are. Come with me.”
That wasn’t good. Nyssa followed Mr. Horton into his office. He closed the door behind them and gestured to one of the chairs. “Take a seat, Miss Forbes.”
Nyssa sat down. “I know I’ve been late a lot, Mr. Horton. I’m sorry. My car needs work; some mornings it starts and some it doesn’t.”
“I should be firing you right now.” Mr. Horton stood uncomfortably close to her. “Give me one good reason I shouldn’t.”
“I’m good at my job,” Nyssa said. “I do all the paperwork accurately, and the clients with whom I come in contact seem pleased with me. I do everything that’s asked of me, and I do it well.”
“And you’re chronically late.” Mr. Horton leaned even closer to her. “So you do everything that’s asked, do you?”
“Within reason.”
“Then maybe we can come to an agreement. I’ll ignore your chronic lateness if you’ll do a few favors for me.”
“I think not. This is sexual harassment, Mr. Horton.”
“I haven’t mentioned sex at all, Miss Forbes.” Horton put his hand on her thigh. “I haven’t said a word that could be considered harassment. If you want to hang onto your job, you might want to think more carefully about what you’re saying.”
“I don’t want this job that badly.” Nyssa tried to stand, but Horton was too close to her. “Let me up, please.”
“Is that really what you want?” Horton asked.
“Yes. Let me up!”
“If you leave this office now, you lose your job.”
“That’s fine with me.”
“Well, it isn’t with me.”
Horton forced his mouth against Nyssa’s. His hands were on her breasts, her thighs. Nyssa tried to push him away, but he was stronger than she. With his mouth on hers, she couldn’t even scream. How far would he go?
Although they were inside, a wind began to blow. Neither Nyssa nor Horton noticed it at first, but the wind grew stronger until it was impossible to ignore. “What the hell?” Horton said.
Nyssa took a deep breath, ready to scream, but he clapped his hand over her mouth. “Don’t you dare,” he said.
“Let me up!”
The wind blew harder. Papers flew off Horton’s desk. “This isn’t possible!” Horton’s eyes widened in fear. “What’s going on?”
“Let her go.”
The voice came from nowhere and everywhere. If it had been possible, Nyssa would have sworn it came from the wind itself. It was a calm voice, familiar and comforting though Nyssa couldn’t place it. She relaxed, suddenly unafraid of what Horton might do to her.
Horton, on the other hand, seemed terrified. He stood and backed slowly away from Nyssa. “Who- who’s there?” he asked, voice shaking.
No answer came, only a strong gust of wind that nearly knocked Horton off his feet. Taking advantage of it, Nyssa stood and hurried for the door. Horton tried to grab her, but another gust of wind pushed him back. “You’re fired!” Horton howled above the wind.
“I quit!” Nyssa countered. “And I’ll be filing a complaint.”
“Try it. They’ll never believe you.”
“Go,” the wind said quietly.
Nyssa swallowed her retort to Horton and ran out the door. On the way past her desk, she grabbed her purse, and kept on going right out of the office, ignoring the stares of her coworkers. Former coworkers. It didn’t matter how much she needed the money; she was done working here.
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The elevator had returned to the first floor. Rather than waiting for it and taking the chance that Horton might come after her, Nyssa decided to take the stairs. She hurried down the flights as fast as she safely could, and finally made it out of the building. As soon as she stepped outside, a soft wind caressed her face and hair. And she saw Boreas.
He spotted her at the same moment and came over to her. “I thought you had to work?” he said.
“I’m no longer employed,” Nyssa replied.
“That is unfortunate. Was it because you were late?”
“No.” Nyssa swallowed hard, hoping that the tears that threatened wouldn’t actually fall. “I quit. My manager… Let’s say he had a way I could keep my job, but I wasn’t in agreement with it.”
“I am sorry to hear that.” Boreas studied her, his dark eyes full of compassion. “I would say it was a difficult situation for you.”
“Very difficult.” Despite her best efforts, tears came to Nyssa’s eyes. “I- I wasn’t sure what he was going to do. If it wasn’t for…”
She trailed off. She couldn’t tell Boreas about the wind. There was no explanation for wind that suddenly started blowing inside an office. He would think she was insane. If he didn’t already think she was nuts for talking like this to a complete stranger.
“If it wasn’t for what?” Boreas asked.
“Never mind. It’s hard to explain.” Nyssa sniffled. “Sorry. I don’t mean to dump my problems onto you. I’m sure you don’t want to hear it.”
“I do not mind,” Boreas said. “In fact, if you’d like, we could continue the conversation over coffee.”
“Still trying to get a date with me?”
“Not at all, though it would be pleasant to have a date with you. However, it appears that you could use a friendly ear, and I would be pleased to be that for you.”
Going for coffee with this gorgeous stranger would definitely be better than going back to her studio apartment and crying over her lost job for the rest of the morning. “I’d like that. Thank you.”
As they walked down the street, Boreas offered Nyssa his arm. She hesitated only a second before taking it. The wind that always was with Nyssa stopped as soon as she touched him, but she barely noticed.
When they reached the coffee shop, Boreas held the door for Nyssa. “Thank you, kind sir,” she teased.
He didn’t seem to realize she was joking. “You’re welcome. Shall we sit in the back, so we aren’t disturbed while you tell me what happened?”
Nyssa was still uncertain that she wanted to tell Boreas about Horton, but she nodded. “That would be good.”
“Go ahead and choose a table. I will order our drinks.”
Nyssa sat at a small corner table. Boreas joined her a moment later. “I ordered a soy mocha for you,” he said. “I hope that’s all right.”
“That’s perfect.” It was her favorite drink, one she rarely allowed herself because of the cost. How could Boreas have known? “How much is it?”
“No charge to you,” Boreas replied. “I paid. After all, I did ask you out for coffee, correct?”
“Correct.”
“Then why would I expect you to pay?” He looked toward the counter. “Our drinks are ready. I’ll be back in a moment.”
When Boreas returned with the drinks, he moved his chair around the table, closer to Nyssa. “You are a beautiful woman,” he said.
“Um, thanks.” Nyssa fidgeted with her cup, unsure how to respond to the compliment. Unsure of Boreas’s reason for giving it.
“I apologize if my saying so makes you uncomfortable, but I felt the need to make the comment. So tell me, Nyssa, what upset you at work? What made you leave your job?”
“It’s a long story.” Nyssa took a sip of her mocha. “I’m sure you don’t really want to hear it.”
“But I do. If it was that upsetting, you should speak about it.”
“It’s a long story. My boss… My boss was waiting when I came in. I’ve been late a lot, and he was going to fire me, I think.” Nyssa brushed at her eyes with the back of one hand. “But instead he took me into his office and tried to- I think it’s a good thing I got out when I did. He wasn’t going to let me go.” She felt the tears begin to fall and looked away from Boreas, embarrassed. “He wouldn’t even let me up. And then…”
“Then what?” Boreas asked.
“It sounds nuts.” Nyssa fiddled with her straw. “We were inside. It wasn’t even possible.”
“What happened, Nyssa? It sounds as though you were in danger. How did you get away?”
“It got windy.” With her napkin, Nyssa wiped away the tears that had streaked her cheeks. “I don’t know how, when we were inside a building and the windows were closed, but it got windy. So windy it almost knocked him over. That’s how I managed to get out. I can’t go back there, though. I’ll have to find another job. So do you think I’m nuts?”
“Why would I? It sounds like a frightening experience.”
“It was, until the wind came. I wasn’t scared when it got windy. But that’s what I mean; it sounds crazy that there could have been wind indoors.”
“Not to me.” Boreas waved his hand, and a light breeze brushed Nyssa’s hair away from her face. “Is that the sort of thing you mean?”
Nyssa stared. “How- how did you…?”
“That will be my secret a bit longer.” Boreas took a drink of his coffee. “But as you can see, there’s no need to fear that I’ll think you crazy. Wind is possible anywhere air exists. Does it frighten you?”
The wind didn’t, but Nyssa wasn’t sure about Boreas. He’d made wind blow. How? What was he?
“Nyssa.” Boreas’s voice was deep and calm. “There is nothing to fear from me. I would never harm you in any way. It is difficult not to be frightened of something one does not understand, but there is no need to be afraid.”
“If you don’t want me to be afraid, help me understand.” Nyssa looked into his dark eyes. Her experience with Horton was almost forgotten. “I want to trust you. I don’t know why, but I feel like I already know you. But I don’t know anything about you. Tell me.”
“I will tell you anything you want to know. That is, after all, why we’re here, correct?”
“We’re here because you found me crying on the street.”
He smiled. “You were not crying. Though after what you went through, it would be understandable if you did. I asked you to have coffee with me when we first met this morning because I wanted to learn more about you, and I thought perhaps you would want to learn more about me. Am I correct?”
“Yes. I want… I want to learn everything about you.” Nyssa couldn’t believe she’d said that. She’d just met this man! But something about him was hypnotizing. His eyes, his voice…
Nyssa shook her head. What was wrong with her? “Sorry,” she said. “I mean, I don’t usually say things like that.”
“There is no need to be sorry. I want to learn about you as well. When we finish our coffee, perhaps we could find somewhere else to talk? Your choice; I wouldn’t want you to feel pressured to spend time with me.”
Nyssa didn’t feel at all pressured. She couldn’t understand why she wanted so much to be with Boreas; it wasn’t like her to react so strongly to a man she’d just met. She barely reacted to any man anymore. In her life, there was no time for romance, or even for quick dates. She spent most of her time working, and what was left over, she spent alone.
But Boreas made her want to make time for other things. For the things she’d been denying herself. “We can go anywhere you like,” she said. “I’d invite you to my place, but it’s kind of a mess.”
“Would you trust me if we were alone?”
Would she? More importantly, would she be able to trust herself? The thought of being alone with Boreas brought moisture to her pussy. She might have just met him, but a corner of her mind was already thinking about what they might do together if they went to her place or his. Another corner was horrified that she would think such things.
She smiled at Boreas. “I trust you.”
“Then we can go to your place if you’re willing. Mess is no bother to me.”
Nyssa was disappointed. She’d wanted to see what kind of home a man like Boreas had. Was he well-off? Apparently he didn’t work, at least not during the day. His home would show her more about him. But she didn’t want to seem pushy. “All right.”
Instead of finishing their coffees, they took them with them. “It’s a bit of a walk,” Nyssa said as they left the shop. “I would drive, but my car isn’t doing too well lately. That’s why I was late for work this morning.”
“It is a pleasant day for a walk.”
“Yes, it is.”
They strolled along the sidewalk toward Nyssa’s apartment. After they finished their drinks and threw away the empty cups, Boreas took Nyssa’s hand. At his touch, she was sure she felt a puff of wind. And a rush of attraction.
They reached Nyssa’s building and she keyed in the security code. Boreas held the door for Nyssa as they went inside. Her apartment was the first door, which she opened to reveal the cramped single room she’d called home for the past few months. “It’s messy,” she repeated apologetically.
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“So you stated, but it doesn’t appear so to me.” Boreas sat in the lone chair. “You said you wanted to know more about me. What do you wish to know?”
“A lot of things. I don’t know where to start.”
“Begin anywhere you wish. We have all the time we need; I have nowhere that I must be.”
“Why not?”
“Because I have commitments only to myself. I come and go as I please. No family, no employment, no other person with claims on me or my time.”
“It sounds lonely.” Not that Nysssa had anyone in her life either. She’d broken ties with her family when she’d left home, and had never dated anyone for more than a few weeks. But she’d at least had her job as a source of human contact, and the occasional dates she’d been on when she’d first moved to the city.
“At times, it is,” Boreas said. “But it is the choice I made. I speak at times to my siblings and parents, but otherwise, it suits me to be alone.”
“I don’t even talk to my parents or my sisters,” Nyssa said.
“Then it sounds like you are the lonely one. Come here, Nyssa.”
She went closer to him. He stood and pulled her into his arms. “You are a beautiful woman, Nyssa,” he said softly. “You shouldn’t be lonely. Let me be with you.”
“I don’t even know you,” Nyssa protested. “I don’t know where you’re from, or why you’re here. I don’t even know your last name!”
“I do not have one, and I am from far away. I am here seeking something I have missed for a long while.” Boreas gently pressed his lips against hers. “Nyssa, I am very attracted to you. Please. Let me have you today.”
She had to be crazy. There was no other explanation for her body’s response to Boreas, for the hardening of her nipples, the throbbing between her legs. There was no other explanation for her desire to agree to his proposition. But crazy or not, feeling Boreas’s body against hers, Nyssa couldn’t imagine turning him down. “Boreas, I…”
“Trust me,” he pleaded. “Be with me.”
He kissed her again and his tongue persuaded her lips to part. When his hand found her breast, Nyssa tensed, but then relaxed. A light wind began to blow, but Nyssa barely noticed. Every fiber of her being was focused on Boreas’s touch.
Boreas’s hands moved over Nyssa’s body, building her arousal. At the same time, he guided her backward, toward her bed. Although a corner of her mind told her to stop him, Nyssa didn’t resist. She wanted this man more than she’d ever wanted anyone in her life. She couldn’t understand why, but why didn’t matter. All that mattered at that moment was Boreas.
Nyssa’s legs bumped the edge of the bed and she fell backward. Boreas fell with her, still holding her. He broke the kiss and asked, “Are you all right?”
“Who are you?” Nyssa asked yet again. “What are you doing to me?”
“I am Boreas, and I am making love to you. I want to see you, Nyssa. I want to see how beautiful you are. Will you undress for me?”
She wasn’t much to look at, as far as she was concerned, but she wanted Boreas to see her. Wanted to feel his bare skin against hers. “Only if you undress for me.”
“Of course. That was the intent.”
Quickly, they stripped out of their clothes. At her first sight of Boreas’s nude body, Nyssa caught her breath. He had the body of a god. Chiseled chest, muscular arms. A long, thick cock standing proud. “You’re gorgeous!” she exclaimed.
“As are you.” Boreas kissed each of her nipples. “I want you, my Nyssa. May I love you?”
“Oh, yes!”
Boreas covered her body with his own and placed his cockhead against her pussy. He was so large, and it had been so long since Nyssa had had anyone inside her, that she expected discomfort, but none came as Boreas slowly entered her. She stretched to accept him as though she was made for him.
Once inside, Boreas lay still for a moment, allowing Nyssa to adjust to him. “Are you all right?” he asked again.
“I’m wonderful,” Nyssa said. “You feel so good inside me, Boreas. I never- I don’t do this. I don’t fuck men I don’t know. But I want you so badly.”
“You have me, my Nyssa.” Boreas thrust slowly back and forth. “I love the feel of you. I love you, Nyssa.”
The wind picked up, and Nyssa felt frightened. “You can’t love me. You just met me.”
“I have known you all your life.” As Boreas fucked her faster, the wind increased as though to match his pace. “I have been with you all your life, Nyssa. That is why you feel you know me.”
“Boreas!” Nyssa cried out as she felt her pussy tighten around his cock. She didn’t know what he was talking about; he sounded insane. But nothing mattered except the pleasure he was giving her. Her orgasm built until the release came, accompanied by a scream. “Boreas!”
“Yes, lovely Nyssa. Come for me.”
“Yes!”
Again Boreas lay still for a moment, allowing Nyssa to savor and recover from her orgasm. The waves of pleasure abated, and Nyssa was able to think again. “How have you been with me?”
The wind that shouldn’t have been able to blow inside her apartment toyed with Nyssa’s hair. “You asked how I made the wind blow earlier,” Boreas said. “I am the wind, my Nyssa, and it is me. I am Boreas, god of the North Wind, and you are the one I have chosen to be my consort.”
“What? It isn’t possible!”
“You know that it is, love. You know that the wind is always with you. From the time you were a child I have been near you, watching and protecting you. Now you are grown, and it is time to bring you home. Please, love. I need you to be with me always.”
“I can’t… How can I leave with you? Where would you take me?”
“To my home. To the North Wind. And how can you not leave, my love? What is there here for you?”
He was right. What did Nyssa have to keep her here? Her family could be dead, for all she knew; her apartment was nothing more than shelter from the elements; and she no longer had a job. “Why should I believe you?”
“Because you know I speak the truth.”
And she did. With his words, all doubt was swept away. “I want you to finish making love to me,” Nyssa said. “I want to feel you come inside me. And then I want you to take me with you.”
“Whatever you desire, my Nyssa.”
Boreas resumed his thrusting. Nyssa responded by moving against him, matching each thrust with her own. As Boreas neared his climax, the wind that blew around them grew stronger, faster. “I’m coming, Nyssa!” he cried finally.
“Yes! Come in me, Boreas!”
“Nyssa!”
Nyssa felt Boreas’s come filling her. The wind increased to near shrieking, but she felt safe in Boreas’s arms. The wind wrapped around them, surrounding and enveloping them, taking them home.
And then the apartment was still and silent. And empty, except for a few scattered papers that the wind had knocked to the floor.
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My Gianni
Sobbing I kicked off my stilettos and shimmied out of the black silk dress. Instead I shrugged into an oversized men’s shirt I’d borrowed from my brother upon painting his apartment. I pulled on a pair of black leggings and slipped my feet into my puma running shoes. I wrenched the pins from my hair, the dark locks falling over my shoulders only to mash a baseball cap on my head.
I left the lights on in the bedroom and turned the music on low. I locked the door after I slipped out of the room. I wanted him to think that I was still angry with him and locking him out of the bedroom. Yes, I was angry but I was afraid too. I didn’t know what he would do if he’d known I was leaving. He was in one of his terrifyingly unpredictable moods tonight. I didn’t want to test him. I was trying to give myself some time. I had hurriedly packed my things into the overpriced Hartmann luggage set and crept out into the hall.
I had thought about taking my car but then halted. It was in his name. He could report it stolen and that was something I couldn’t see myself dealing with at the moment.
The steps creaked as I tried to quietly move down the stairs. I winced halted listening for his movement or some indication that he’d heard me but he was seated in the breakfast room, his paperwork spread around him, the television on too loud for him to hear my movements. I moved clumsily, my laptop bag crossed over one shoulder, overnight bag over the other, as I struggled with the weight of my suitcase in my hands.
The alarm was on the front door. I froze. He would hear me if I deactivated it. So I slowly, quietly slid to the basement door and slipped down the stairs. The alarm would be on the basement door too so gently lowered my bags from the window which I’d slid open. And then I waited in the darkness.
It wasn’t long before my cell phone buzzed against my hip, tucked into the waistband of my leggings. “Hello?”
It was Aiden. “I’m here.”
I pulled a chair over to the window and climbed out with all the grace I could muster before dropping to the ground and nearly tripping over my bags laying there. But I recovered quickly, my heart in my throat as I realized that even in the back of the house I would be setting off the motion sensor lights that ran around the perimeter. I just hoped he would think it was a deer or raccoon like it usually was and he had not gone to check the bedroom yet.
I stepped off the patio off the back door and stumbled over the pathway. The footstones leading around the side of the house hadn’t been tended and were overgrown.
I emerged from the side of the house and sighted the taillights of the car that had pulled up right past the edge of our property. When he stepped out of his sleek black sports car it occurred to me…he’s my Gianni. He wore a black cap over his dark hair, the bill pulled down low over his eyes, a black sleeveless t-shirt, and black adidas track pants. The muscles stood out sleekly but visibly in his arms. The tattoo stood out vividly on one muscular shoulder. There was shadow on his cheeks. His eyes were heavy lidded with sleep but the dark orbs were alert. It was nearly 1am but he’s shot up in bed immediately upon hearing my voice tearfully rippling across the phone lines. “Just get ready to get out of there, Olivia. I’ll be there,” he had said.
He stalked around the side of the car and opened his trunk and took my bags from me. I slid into the passenger seat next to him and he flicked on the overhead light. Gently taking my chin in his hand he turned my face to him. I wouldn’t meet his gaze but he lifted the bill of my cap to peruse my face. “You okay?”
The warm strength of his voice soothed my frayed nerves almost immediately. His mouth tightened and his honey colored eyes darkened with anger as he noted the tears streaking my face and the way my lips trembled.
He released his hold and the lights flicked off. The powerful engine roared as he made a u-turn and tore down the street. I leaned back and turned my face to the window as I watched the street lights pass by as the highway sped by. I usually hated that he drove so fast, but now I could only think that the faster I got away, the better. I could feel his gaze on me, see his reflection in the window.
I glanced at him as he drove. I took in the firm set of his jawline darkened with stubble, the sensual curve of his mouth below the patrician nose. His changeling eyes were thickly lashed with dark fringe. The passing streetlights washed amber light over his deeply tanned skin. This man was beautiful, I’d thought so since his little sister and I were twelve. I would see him coming and going but I had never been a part of his world until the last couple years and he’d moved back to town from graduate school. He’d become one of my very best friends., unfailing in his loyalty.
He glanced at me and caught me looking. He moved his hand to cover my knee, his fingers lightly caressing…soothing. He turned his palm up, his gaze on the road, and I tentatively slid my hand into his. His fingers closed warmly around mine and he gave my hand a slight reassuring squeeze.
I sighed and let my eyes drift closed as I lay my head back against the headrest. ***
He placed my bags inside the foyer and turned to face me as I stood in his doorway. Smiling faintly, he took my shoulders in his hands and drew me towards him. I gazed mutely up into his face.
“It’s going to be alright,” he said running his thumb over the tear streaks on my cheeks. He grinned, showing off perfectly white teeth against tanned skin. He drew me inside, closing the door behind us. “Hungry?” he asked as he padded towards the kitchen and disappeared around the corner.
I didn’t answer. I stood in the doorway a moment, feeling as thought the energy were draining from my limbs. I walked down the familiar hallway and walked into his bedroom.
The room was wholly masculine, the whole room in dark subdued blacks and dark greys. Dark wood furniture with smooth clean lines, black and white photography on the walls. I paused at a picture on the dresser. I didn’t remember when it was taken. My own face smiled back at me as I was looking over my shoulder at the camera. His arm was slung around my shoulders, the other hand wrapped around mine and held against his chest. I was surprised to see that there amongst the other pictures of friends and cityscapes.
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A large bed dominated the room, it’s bedding black and grey. I slipped out of my sneakers and tossed my hat on his chair. I pulled the shirt over my head, pushed my leggings down my legs and stood in his room in bra and black bra and black boycut panties. I moved to the bed and pulled back the covers before sliding between the cool sheets. I sighed in relief and closed my eyes, willing myself to stop the trembling which seemed intent on taking over my limbs.
“Comfortable?” He was standing in the doorway, a small smile curving on his lips.
The sight of me in his bed was not unusual. After a night out, it wasn’t unusual for everyone to head back to his place to crash and he would find me asleep in his bed. He would slide beneath the covers and keep to his own side of the bed. If anything, he was always unfailing in his self control. I was his little sister’s best friend, off limits. I would wake in the morning, finding that I had migrated to his side of the bed. I would find myself laying against his chest, his skin warm beneath my cheek, my arm thrown across the hard ripples of his stomach and my leg thrown over his own.
He would wake and ruffle my hair. “Morning, kid,” he’d grin before slipping from the bed.
Aiden stepped into the room and pulled his shirt over his head. I couldn’t help my gaze from skimming over the hard planes of his body before averting my gaze.
I scooted over in the bed and turned my back to him as I heard him stripping down to his boxers and the light switched off, tossing the room into darkness. He slid beneath the covers and settled into bed.
I had expected him to keep to his side of the bed as was our custom but I was surprised to feel his heavily muscled arm encircle my waist as he dragged me into the curve of his body.
His breath was warm against my neck and he pressed a small kiss against my shoulder as he pulled me tightly against him. “Shhh,” he soothed. “You’re safe, baby. Go to sleep.”
I sank into the warmth of his arms and sighed. I’d never felt safer in my life. I’d all but fallen asleep as we lay in bed, him curled protectively around me when he groaned and rolled away from me.
I turned to him in the darkness. “What?”
He shook his head. “Nothing, baby girl. Go back to sleep.”
I stared at him. He lay on his back gazing at the ceiling. My voice was tentative. “Come back over here?”
He shook his head again. “I’d better not, Olivia.”
I was hurt and i couldn’t help the pout that entered my voice. “Why not? Did I do something wrong?”
He sighed. “No honey, it’s all my fault.”
Confused, but feeling stubbornness rise in me I scooted closer to him and snuggled against his side. I nestled my head against his shoulder and rested my palm against the smooth hardness of his chest. I threw my leg over his own only to come into contact with the hardness jutting from his center. I had done that? My mind reeled.
He groaned and squeezed his eyes shut. His breath hissed from between clenched teeth. “Please, baby, just go back over there.”
I stared up at the him, at his stubbled jaw.
He swallowed thickly. “I intended to leave you alone tonight. I just wanted to you feel safe and protected. I wanted to restrain myself from touching you in that way, not when you’re feeling vulnerable.” He cleared his throat and shifted. “I’m going to the couch.”
I wrapped my leg around one of his own and tightened my arm over his chest stilling him when he would have risen from the bed. “Please don’t.” I whispered. “Please?”
He lay still, his gaze still fixed on the ceiling.
I gently traced my fingertips over his jaw, over the warm softness of his mouth. I cupped his cheek in my hand and turned his face to mine so that our faces were mere inches apart and we were staring at one another in the darkness. I buried my fingers in the dark silken locks of his hair and pulled his face down to mine and pressed my lips against his. He groaned against my mouth, his arms coming around me as he turned and crushed me against his body. The hardness of his erection pressing insistently against my stomach.
He skillfully took over the kiss, his tongue teasing the seam of my lips before delving into the heat of my mouth. He swallowed my moans as he rolled me onto my back. I accepted the weight of him pressing down onto me gratefully as my hips cradled his own. I reached down between are bodies and wrapped my hand around the thick heat of him. His size surprised me but I felt sweet warmth curling in my stomach and south of my bellybutton.
“Aiden,” I breathed in between kisses. I placed my hand on his chest and he pulled back as I insistently pushed him onto his back.
I quickly shimmed out of my underwear beneath the covers and rolled over to straddle his hips. He groaned and arched as he felt the heat of me pressed against his boxer clad cock, only the thin material between them.
I rocked my hips slowly, causing his breath to catch in his throat as I placed my hands on his chest and leaned down to press my lips to his once more. With a growl he reached up and buried his hand in my dark locks as he kissed me back with fervor, his lips demanding. With his free hand he reached down into his boxers and pulled his rigid cock free. He brushed the tip back and forth across my slit, the head becoming slick with my wetness. I whimpered at the exquisite feel of the head of his cock brushing against my clit before settling against my tight entrance.
Wrapping one arm around my waist to hold me in place, Aiden pressed his hips upward sliding past my folds into the tight heat of my pussy until my clit was pressed against his pelvic bone and he was buried deep inside of me.
“You feel so good, baby,” he moaned as he grasped my hips and slowly rocked me back and forth, moving so that my clit brushed against him with each thrust.
I cried out and he smiled.
Rising, my hands on his chest, I began to ride him rocking my hips. Aiden watched in fascination as I rode him, pleasure evident in the small perfect ‘o’ of my lips.
God, he loved her mouth. He reached ran his hands over my breasts, brushing his fingertips over the taut nipples. His hands trailed down her hips and lifted me slightly only to pull me down hard onto his cock, impaling me over and over again.
“Ah, fuck,” he gasped and drew me down so that my breasts were within reach of his mouth and he took one tip into his mouth and then the other, swirling his tongue around the bud.
Suddenly he grabbed my hips and held me aloft and in place. I gazed down into his face only to cry out in pleasure as he thrust up into me hard. He pistoned his hips against me, driving him self hard and deeply into me. I cried out as he took me hard.
Without warning he rolled me beneath him and thrust into me. I wrapped my legs around him. He moved against me, his chest rubbing against my breasts, my clit rubbing against his body. I arched beneath him, feeling waves of pleasure rippling through my body. “Aiden,” I gasped as I felt my sheath tighten around him and the orgasm flooded through me and I came hard, my sheath squeezing and rippling around his thickness.
Aiden pressed his hips against me and I felt his cock twitch inside me. He buried his face against my neck and low groan wrenched from his throat as he thrust hard and emptied himself inside of me.
He lay still a moment, my arms and legs still wrapped around him, keeping him in place before he rolled onto his back again, pulling me to lay pressed against his side.
He sighed and he let out a small chuckle, “You have no idea how long I’ve waited to do that.”
I glance up at him questioningly.
He grinned. “You have no idea how hard it’s been sleeping next to you all this time, and you rolling over and rubbing up against me in the night. I never got any sleep. I just have to concentrate on not rolling over and burying myself inside you.”
I smiled at that. “That why you always duck out of bed so fast in the morning?”
He tightened an arm around me. “Cold shower,” he answered and I laughed.
We both smiled contentedly in the darkness and his fingertips trailed lightly up and down my arm before we both gave into sleep for the first time.
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Amy and I Star in WifeSwitch
Amy and I have been married for only a year but have been together for nearly 11 years. She stands 5'5", weighs 135lbs, long blonde hair and eyes that change from blue to green depending on her mood. She has a lovely set of 36C breasts, a nice round ass and legs to die for. Everywhere she goes she turns heads and she lives to flirt with both men and women. Amy possesses the friendliest personality and is very confident in her sexuality. This confidence has permitted both of us to live out many of our fantasies including swapping, wife sharing, orgies, and both MMF and FFM threesomes.
For the last while we have had a difficult time finding anyone suitable to play around with so we decided to try looking online. We were disappointed that we found little success on the web so I made a suggestion that I thought might work. My wife and I enjoy watching porn together and we both really loved a series called WifeSwitch so we decided to explore how we could take part in an episode of our favourite porn. Amy and I visited the WifeSwitch website where we found an e-mail address to which we were to send pictures and a brief description of what we were looking for and what type of people we found attractive. In our letter Amy stated that she would like the guy to be physically fit but not too built with short dark hair and he must be a gentleman. I wrote that I would prefer a woman that was beautiful and had a natural body and that she need not be Caucasian. We also included that the couple must be very secure in their relationship and should have some swapping experience in order to avoid any jealousy or other complications. We attached a few pictures of ourselves and sent off our application hoping to generate some interest.
Over the next few weeks we checked our e-mail religiously, anxious to see if we received any responses. After not getting a reply for nearly a month we were ready to give up and try the swing clubs scene again when an e-mail from WifeSwitch magically appeared in our mailbox. Amy and I read the response together and found that we had received quite a bit of attention from a variety of couples. We examined the pictures and read the biographies that were sent. We ended up selecting three couples that suited our standards and that we found to be attractive. The first couple was in their mid thirties, had been married for 6 years and had plenty of swinging experience. The husband was your typical tall, dark and handsome white man while his wife was very petite with long black hair and looked to be of Asian descent. Next was a young Hispanic couple who had been together for 4 years but were not married. They both looked to be in great shape and their bio stated that they worked out three times a week. The final couple was in their late twenties and had been married for only 6 months. They were both from interracial families and appeared to have average bodies. We learned that they had taken part in a previous WifeSwitch episode so we were able to see them in action. After viewing their performance we were satisfied that they were comfortable with having sex with another couple.
My wife and I expressed our appreciation for the replies that we received and that any one of the three couples were suitable. We included that we were looking forward to meeting our swapping partners but that we would like the chosen couple to be a surprise when we arrived in Los Angeles. We transmitted our e-mail to WifeSwitch and nervously awaited our travel information which arrived about a week later. We were supposed to travel to L.A. in a few months and would meet the couple at a house that was leased to WifeSwitch on the day of filming. Amy and I were so aroused and curious about the experience that awaited us that we fucked like rabbits until our departure date finally arrived.
When we landed at LAX we were greeted at the baggage claim by a limo driver holding a sign with our names on it. The driver escorted us to the car and loaded our bags into the trunk before taking us on a brief tour of Los Angeles. The driver was very friendly as he guided us through the busy streets of L.A. while we lounged in the back with drinks from the mini bar. Amy and I both blushed with embarrassment when the driver pointed out the house that we would be meeting our new friends at later in the week. We didn’t suspect that he knew why we were in L.A. and were surprised when he brought it up. He told us that he worked for WifeSwitch and drove every couple that arrived to participate in an episode. We tried to persuade the driver to divulge the identity of the other couple but he refused, stating that he was sworn to secrecy by his employer. Upon the completion of our tour we were dropped off at a very lavish hotel and shown to our room.
Amy and I were in awe of our exquisite accommodations which were comprised of a huge suite with a very large hot tub, a fully stocked bar and a gift bag from WifeSwitch that included numerous sex toys, condoms, lubricant and the complete collection of WifeSwitch DVD’s. During the days leading up to our swap my wife and I saw the sights of L.A., dined at some excellent eateries and had lots of incredible sex in our luxury suite. We put each and every toy that had been given to us to use and watched every episode of WifeSwitch in preparation for our upcoming adventure. My wife and I were both insatiable and seemed to be constantly horny from the non-stop fantasizing we were both apparently doing. We discussed which couple we wanted to meet and I was shocked to find out that Amy wanted the couple that had previously been on WifeSwitch. I was stunned by this because she has never expressed any interest in sleeping with a black man even after I had admitted wanting to see her penetrated by a huge black cock. I let Amy know that I was hoping for the Hispanic couple because it would fulfill my ethnic fantasy and this woman just looked and sounded like the most adventurous.
After fucking for hours that night we decided to sleep late and conserve as much energy for the day of festivities that lay ahead. I woke up in the morning with a raging hard-on that had formed a tent in the sheets and rolled over toward my wife. I nestled behind her, pressing my shaft into the crack of her ass, hoping to make love to her one more time before preparing for our swapping session. I started to plant kisses along her neck with the intention of waking her in an aroused state, desperate for a good fucking. Much to my chagrin, my loving wife pushed me away saying that she wanted to be at her best for whichever husband she was to be with later. I knew she was right but that didn’t do anything to ease my aching cock. Amy suggested that I take a cold shower and get ready for a very exciting day with a new woman. Taking her advice, I hopped into the shower and allowed the cold water to relax my throbbing erection while I shaved and washed in order to look and smell my best for the fresh new pussy that awaited me. When I was finished in the shower Amy took my place and began to get ready while I ordered some breakfast from room service.
My wife exited the shower wearing only a complimentary robe just as the food was being delivered. I watched as the young server ogled my drop dead gorgeous wife who was still wet from her shower and was obviously naked beneath her robe. Amy sat on the bed and crossed her toned legs which caused the robe to fall to either side, exposing her muscular thighs to the young man’s gaze. I saw a rather large bulge beginning to form in the front of his uniform as his cock stiffened. I snapped him out of his trance when I offered him a substantial tip. I showed him to the door before telling him that maybe he could return before we travelled back home for some quality time with my wife.
Amy and I ate while we continued to get ready as the limo would be here to pick us up in less than an hour. I dressed in my favourite suit, wanting to make a great first impression on the couple, and my wife slipped into a skin tight red dress that hugged every curve of her body and completed her outfit with a sexy pair of red heels. One thing that I did find a little odd was that Amy had decided to wear a pair of red thong panties under her dress. She usually never wears underwear and when I questioned her, she told me that she intended on giving them away as a memento to her new swap partner. I commended her on a fantastic idea as we left our room for the limo that was waiting downstairs.
We walked outside to find the same limo driver from earlier in the week awaiting our emergence from the hotel. He opened the door for us and told my wife that she looked good enough to eat just before she entered the car.
“That’s the look I was going for” my wife said as she slipped into the limo. I slid into the limo behind Amy and snuggled beside her in the rear seat of the dimly lit car. We both sat and remained nervously quiet for most of the trip to the house as we thought about all of the possibilities that lingered in our immediate future. Apparently aware of our anxiety, the driver tried to help us relax with some small talk and a reminder of the drinks in the bar.
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