I ached to touch her and I yearned to touch my cock and make it explode but my hands were bound so I watched as Jay fucked my wife hard. He had incredible stamina and sweat covered their bodies as he thrust hard and fast into her liquid core. Her body shook as she climaxed and a part of me cried. She had never come without me rubbing her clit but she came hard from his just cock.
Jay turned her over onto her back and put her legs over his shoulders. He continued to fuck my wife hard and fast as his friend kissed her deeply.
Forty five minutes past as they fucked and Jenny came three more times while I watched. Jay came inside my wife and his friend Jon quickly climbed onboard. He fucked Jenny furiously for twenty-five minutes before he deposited his juice inside her.
Jenny lay on the bed and waited for another frat boy to take his place. She was exhausted and disheveled but ready for more.
A light skinned black guy walked in next. He was already naked and his body was a specimen in human fitness. A layer of light brown skin was wrapped tightly over his bulging rippled muscles and his hard thick cock jutted proudly from his tight body.
“Baby, this is Malcolm. He admitted to me earlier that he is a little curious so you might get to suck his dick but I get him first,” my sexy wife teased. She spread her legs wide as the muscular black stud climbed between them and sank his dick into her sloppy cum filled cunt.
Malcolm fucked my wife hard and fast in missionary position. He put her legs on his broad muscular shoulders and thrust his big cock into her and the sound of slapping flesh filled the room.
Jenny rolled onto her belly carefully so the cum stayed inside her pussy, Malcolm fucked her furiously from behind until my wife came hard around his thick black cock. He fucked her hard for almost an hour in every position imaginable before he shot his load in her sloppy pussy.
Malcolm pulled his spent dick from my wife’s sloppy hole and walked over to me. “Do you want some of this?” he asked as he waived his cum coated cock inches from my face.
I couldn’t take my eyes off his thick meat. It was slightly darker than his body with a big thick head from which remnants of his climax dripped wastefully to the floor.
“Yes,” I said softly as my own cock twitched with excitement.
“Clean me off first,” he said as he moved closer. “If you get me hard again you can finish me off.”
I looked over at my wife. Her face was glazed with lust as she watched my indecision. I had fantasized about that moment but when faced with the reality of sucking a man’s cock I was conflicted. I wanted to feel his meat in my mouth. I wanted to feel it grow hard and throb with life. I wanted to make it cum and spit thick hot cream into my mouth. I wanted to swallow his cum and feel it slide down my throat. I wanted all of those things, but those desires frightened me.
“Do it baby,” my wife encouraged as she saw my struggle.
I slowly leaned forward and opened my mouth. I could smell the sweet scent of Jenny’s pussy on his cock before my mouth engulfed his thick flaccid dick. His meat tasted surprisingly sweet and I swirled my tongue around it as I savored the taste of the combined juices.
“You are doing it baby,” Jenny encouraged as she watched me suck my first cock.
I could feel his dick begin to grow in my mouth and it filled me with pride knowing that I could get him hard so soon after he had fucked my wife.
His dick grew to its full seven inches as I enthusiastically sucked on it.
My head bobbed slowly over his hard cock as I savored the feel and taste of his meat. The soft ridges and veins softly caressed my lips as his hard rod slid in and out of my mouth.
“Is it everything you imagined,” my wife asked as she continued to watch me give head.
“Mmmm, yes,” I moaned around his thick shaft. Saliva spilled from the corners of my mouth as I noisily slurped and sucked on seven inches of thick black cock.
It had been over an hour since Malcolm had entered the room. He had cum once inside my wife’s pussy after fucking her hard and I had spent the last 15 minutes with his dick in my mouth.
His breathing became labored as he thrust his dick down my throat. I longed to wrap my hand around his saliva coated shaft and stroke it as I sucked on the thick bulbous head but my hands were tied.
Malcolm sensed my dilemma and stroked his hard shaft as I sucked his head. His climax approached and I tensed in anticipation. He groaned loudly as his cock started to spit in my mouth.
His cream was salty yet sweet and I held it in my mouth and savored his essence.
“Oh god,” my wife shuddered as she watched Malcolm cum in my mouth. A small climax shook her body without physical contact. It was another first.
Malcolm left the room almost an hour and a half after he had walked in. He came twice and gave me my first experience sucking cock. Two minutes later Kyle and Jacob walked in together with a few beers for the three of them. They relaxed and drank as my wife recovered from the first half of her gangbang. Jenny was still on her back idly fingering her cum filled pussy as she finished her drink.
It was after midnight when the two guys shed their clothes and joined my wife on the bed. Kyle was a heavy set guy with a solid build. He was much hairier than I like and I was relieved when Jenny told me he was straight and his only contribution to my fetish would be to deposit his cum inside her.
Kyle fucked my wife hard and fast, doggy style as she sucked Jacobs’s hard knob. Kyle came fast, long before she had a chance to climax. He quickly gathered his clothes and scurried out of the room as Jacob moved behind Jenny’s delicious ass.
“Oh god, her pussy feels incredible,” Jacob said as his long thin rod splashed into her cum filled hole.
“Jake, are you going to be a sweetie and give my hubby a taste of your delicious cock,” Jenny asked him as he fucked her hard.
“I, I don’t know,” he stammered. He was clearly on the fence but she didn’t push the issue.
Jacob fucked my wife to two leg quivering climaxes in several positions before cumming inside her sloppy wet cunt. He was a screamer when he came but he left quickly and silently over an hour after he and Kyle first took their turn on the bed with my wife.
Jim and Kenny came in next. It was almost 2:00am. They were both already naked and they looked like twins. They were in fact brothers but they were a year apart. Jim was the older brother and at 22 he was the oldest frat boy there. Their hairless bodies were slender and toned with strong shoulders like those of Olympic swimmers.
They were surprisingly comfortable with each other and I was shocked when Kenny grabbed his brother’s dick and guided it into my wife’s pussy.
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Jim started fucking Jenny doggy style with slow languid strokes as his brother slithered beneath them and licked her engorged clit. I could see his tongue lick his brother’s cock as it thrust into my wife’s pussy.
Jenny came hard; over and over as the brothers double teamed her. They switched positions and Jim licked her pussy while Kenny fucked her doggy style.
Kenny pulled his dick out of my wife’s pussy and fed it to his brother as Jenny climbed onto Jim’s cock and rode it to another climax. They both fucked her for hours in countless positions and they both came twice inside her pussy.
The sun was rising when Kenny slid his cum covered spent dick into my mouth. I cleaned the cream from his hairless dick and then did the same to his brothers before they untied me and helped me to the bed. I was disappointed that the hadn’t saved some cock for me but I was anxious to eat nine loads of cum from her hot cunt. I lay on my back as Jenny straddled my head.
“Feeding time baby,” she said as she lowered her cum filled pussy to my waiting mouth.
I opened my mouth and gravity started to drain the thick creamy goo into it. Cum filled my mouth and I swallowed it as Jenny ground her gaping pussy against my face. I gulped down mouth full after mouth full of thick warm cum from my wife’s delicious pussy.
My face was covered with a thick glaze of cum and pussy juice by the time Jenny’s pussy had drained. I continued to lick her swollen lips and hard clit until she came again.
I felt lips on my hard dick as Jenny continued to sit on my face. The cock ring was unsnapped and my cock exploded into the stranger’s mouth.
Jenny climbed off my face and lay beside me.
“Did you enjoy your surprise?” She asked.
“Oh god yes,” I hissed, “but who blew me?”
“That was Jacob. I guess he’s more of a bottom like you. Speaking of which, I have two more surprises.” She said as two naked men walked into the room. “This is Tom, and that specimen is Logan.”
They were both about 30 and good looking. Tom was the shorter of the two with a nice body, a goatee and a cut six inch dick. Logan was completely shaved, tan and muscular with a huge eight inch cock.
“They are here just for your pleasure,” Jenny said with a smile. “Get on your hands and knees my little piggy.”
Tom moved behind me and slathered lube over my tight virgin asshole as Logan positioned his magnificent body in front of my face.
My eyes traveled over his body soaking it in as I wrapped my right hand around his long thick dick.
Tom eased two fingers into my ass. He pumped them slowly in and out stretching my tight sphincter and preparing it for his cock. I could feel the warmth from the friction as he added a third finger to his anal assault.
I wrapped my lips around Logan’s hard meat and sucked hard on the huge head. I slowly stroked his hard shaft and slurped on his precum covered tip as Tom finger fucked my ass.
Tom poured lube over his cock and then poured more on my ready ass.
“He’s gonna fuck your ass piggy,” Jenny panted. I couldn’t see her but from the sounds I surmised that at least one of the frat boys was fucking her again.
I felt Tom rub his cock across my slick ready asshole. I wanted him inside me. I needed him inside me.
He slowly pushed his hips forward and six inches of man meat filled my ass. The pain was bearable, the pleasure was unimaginable.
“Oh yes,” I moaned around Logan’s magnificent cock.
Tom fucked my ass with long leisurely strokes as I got used to his dick in my ass.
I stroked and sucked Logan’s beautiful dick as Tom fucked me and my 40 year old dick sprung back to life.
Tom sensed I needed it hard. He grabbed my hips and thrust his cock hard and fast into my ass. His dick stroked my prostate with each thrust and I had difficulty concentrating of blowing Logan’s hard cock.
Harder and faster he fucked my ass. His breathing became labored and I felt my own climax fast approaching.
I came first, depositing my man juice onto the sheets. Tom continued to thrust into my ass until he spilled his seed deep inside my ass with a loud groan. He left his cock inside me and stroked my back as I took Logan’s cock back into my mouth.
I slurped and sucked on his cock as I stroked his granite shaft. Saliva covered his cock. I opened my mouth as wide as I could and forced his dick down my throat. His enormous dick filled my throat as I attempted to take his entire cock inside me. Tears streamed down my cheeks as I gagged on his hard dick.
Logan’s hands caressed my head as it bobbed over his stiff rod.
“I’m almost there,” he moaned as I furiously pumped his dick and sucked hard on the head.
“Just like that,” he groaned as his cock started to spit. I gulped his cum as it painted the back of my throat.
I sucked the cream from his prick as Tom’s flaccid cock slipped from my ass. I collapsed on the bed as my wife snuggled beside me. We had fucked the night away but not with each other and we both knew we could never go back to our heterosexual monogamous ways.
“What are we doing next week,” she asked playfully.
“Maybe the frat boys know some sorority girls who can help you join me in bisexual heaven,” I teased.
Jenny hesitated, “I don’t think so.”
“How about an orgy,” I mused.
“Maybe. Get some sleep.”
The End
Strictly Sex
Kissing on my neck, your tongue darts out occasionally lightly lick the heated skin making me want your affections even more. Small nibbles with teeth lightly scrapping my flesh sends shivers down my body. Sheets kicked off the bed to less the heat coursing through my blood. My hands knead your head, fingers entwined in your hair, encouraging you. My breath is heady, my eyes are dreamy, I lay on my back enjoying the feeling of your mouth on my skin. You lick my neck, and suck my ears lobes; your steamy breath resounds in my ear. I feel the electricity burning. Despite the nakedness we share in our bed, flames lick my body.
Against my leg I feel your dick begin to return to life. Hardening against my calf, a little moisture escapes the tip. Slick, warm and ever growing the sensation of your body next to me increases the excitement between us.
You kiss trails down my neck toward my chest. You take into your hot mouth my right breast, licking, and kissing all around the plump flesh. Circling my areola I arch my back lightly to hopefully pop the nipple into your mouth. You open your mouth wide and breathe deeply. The hot, steamy puff of air escapes making the hot flesh seem cool. You let your tongue flick mid air over my nipple watching the expression on my face. My back springs up to make contact between your tongue and my nipple. You smile and pull back slightly. I groan in frustration but lay quietly for you. Waiting for you to suck my nipple makes me impatient.
I want your mouth around the whole areola. You continue to tease by flicking your tongue in and out of your mouth slowly lowering your head to my breast. You open wide again; I feel the hot air mixed with the moistness in your mouth. You take my whole tit into your mouth, sucking hard, withdrawing slightly to suckle like a newborn and root against the mounding flesh. Sucking harder and harder, the pressure intensifies. I convulse against your body. The deep iron staff between your legs engorges more. In total bliss of pleasurable sensation I feel a sudden tug of pain. Your teeth have bitten playfully on my nibble. Your eyes dart up to see if I will be angry. Surprisingly to you and myself I grab your head and push down harder toward my nipple. That is all the encouragement you need. The pain is slightly uncomfortable but also erotic and I beg for more.
“Harder, baby, harder.” I whisper. You oblige my demands. Teeth bite down harder and I jump up from the pain. You are shocked and apologize, always the gentleman.
“No, really it felt good. Don’t stop please.”
I lower myself to your erotic zone. I open my mouth and lick my lips, hovering above the head of your cock. The tip of my tongue flicks up and down over the tip of your penis. My tongue circles the head. I can taste your sweetness. One hand grabs the base of your cock. I open my mouth wider and let you side into my oral cavity. I suck hard going down and coming back to the tip where I release you with a loud pop “yssssssuuupppp” sound. I flick my tongue over the tip again. I do this last style of oral copulation again but this time as my mouth is deep on your shaft, my hand is squeezing your balls, and as I suck my way up I my hand strokes upward tightening around you cock. At the tip I am rewarded with your pre-cum.
I repeat this process over and over. Your throw your head back, roll your eyes into the back of your eye socket and moan lightly. As I hear you take pleasure from my work, it only makes me want to please you this that much more. Your moans feed my ego and my vanity. I strive to make you really scream and eventually cum. So I decided to try something different. I suck your cock and let my tongue circle the shaft. My tongue strokes up your shaft as you are deep in my mouth. I now use these two variations to stimulate you. You fingers tangle in my hair as your hips buck up
My body quakes with an intense climax. . My body wretches into quick tremors shake the bed. Slowly my body relinquishes its hold on ecstasy. I moan with a sigh of complete satiated pleasure.
“I want your cock inside me now.” I order huskily.
You straddle me gently. My hands grab your hips, roughly. An evil smile crosses your face as you realize our conflicting expressions of lust. You are such a gentle man despite your defensive line backer body. No matter how out of control I get you make me wait.
You spread my thighs over your shoulder. Rising me up from the bed, you part my nether lips and rub clit hard. I buck and wildly and yet you make me lay flat on my back. You still my body and try again. Dominating me to your style, I bite my lip to try to withhold the erotic pleasure I am receiving. Rubbing my clit harder and hard you begin to stroke your own cock. It is rock hard and there are little droplets of pre cum smeared on your hand. You use your thumb to rub the head when your stroke up. The visualization drives me over the edge.
“AAAAAAAAyyyyyyyyyyeeeeeeeeeee amor que rico. Aye vengo, aaaayyyeee venggggooooooo.” I scream at the top of my lungs. So loud I become hoarse and my throat dries quickly.
You have always loved me speaking Spanish to you when we fuck. Seeing my quiver canal of love you decide it’s time. But now you want to try something a little different. You make me grab the headboard, and you walk over to the closet. You walk out with some old neckties. My mind races as I think of all the possibilities. We have never done anything like this. I am so excited. You take my right hand and rest it on the wooden corner ball of the headboard. I see you shaft is iron rigid.
Apparently, the view of me being restrained intrigues you as much as it does me. You bind my hand loosely yet enough to forbid me escape. You walk around the bed with your eyes permanently glued to me and I see a drop of juice escaping your penis. I lick my lips and beg for me to clean you up a bit. You allow me to lick and suck your cock just a bit; while you bind my left hand to the post. The more you restrain me the more drops come from your cock.
You stand back to see my position. I am on my knees, tied up to the head board. This does not meet your approval. But you know the solution to make it right.
You get in bed and spread my knees apart. I sigh in anticipation.
Slowly your approach me I feel your dick just outside my vagina. I try to look back at you and you face me forward. You have really gotten into the role. You grab my hips with your big, thick hands. You give me a hot stinging spank on my right butt cheek. I whimper from the pain, but keep my silence. Again, you grab me roughly and pull me to you with one great plunge. Your cock is deep inside of my sopping, wet pussy. You hold it there for a moment. You are deep inside, with no motion, just my honey pot milking you. My pussy is literally squeezing your cock. The cavernous walls clench down all around your manhood. I hear you respond but still you remain still.
Then you withdraw inch by inch at such a slow pace it becomes torture within itself. It takes 3 minutes to get all of you to the opening of my cunt. Then you slam hard into me once more. This is the pattern you choose to administer on me for about 20 minutes. Then you continue the same pattern but when you pound into me you also add a sharp slap to my right ass cheek. I can’t believe the action. You have never been this hard on me before but I love it. It feels tremendous. I want more and more.
The aggressive treatment makes me cum again. The spasms of my pussy increase, tightening around your shaft. Once I plateau you change things on me again.
You rub the head of your cock at the entrance of my pussy whole. I push back, making the ties encircle my wrist tighter. The sight of me pulling on my restraints seems to drive you insane. You insert your cock inside me and begin thrusting with ferocity. Both hands on my hips you grab harder as your penetration mimics the same hardness. There is a slapping sound from my ass cheeks meeting your pelvic area that fills the room. A musky scent of pheromones escapes into the air.
Harder and faster you plunge your dick into me. This is your time for satisfaction. I am just along for the ride but wow, what a ride I am having. We both groan, and grunt like savage animals. Sweat escapes our every pore. I can feel your cock begin to throb and I am at the edge thinking about what is to come literally. Just when I feel my pussy begin its rhythmic clenching spasms I feel you loose your seed into me. You shove your shaft hard into me and lock on as if your life depended on it. I feel the hot, thick man fluid fill my crevice and my pussy milks out every drop. My hands are pulling hard against the restraints. You thrust a few more time slowly, always locking for a brief moment. I have so much of your cum inside me that slow overfills and leaks onto my thighs. Wit one last wicked smile, you slap my ass with your hand.
“Should I let you stay tied up like that so I can do this all day or do I let you go?” you ask me.
“Well considering that the kids should be home from the mall anytime soon, I’d vote for letting me out. You don’t want to be the cause of their therapy.” We both laugh. You untie me and we lay in a satiated afterglow, where we drift off to sleep.
The End
Nude Memories
This story takes place when Sue and I were new to nudism. The memories are true except for the names and some minor details.
We had been married for less than a year. In fact, I had introduced Sue to nudism the previous summer during our honeymoon when we had visited a nude beach in California. Sue was a natural nudist. She loved jumping in the waves and sunbathing without any clothes on.
We discovered that there was a nudist club out in the country not far where we lived. The club was just getting started and there wasn’t much in the way of facilities. It was a beautiful, unspoiled and peaceful place with a pond and 100 acres of fields, trees and paths.
The owner had plans to develop camp sites and other amenities. Greg had many ideas. It would take time and money. Greg was a dreamer.
The word hadn’t yet gotten out to many people. Those nudists who were looking for a resort with a swimming pool and hot tub would be disappointed. There weren’t too many members yet, maybe twenty or so.
My wife and I loved the place. Its’ rustic setting and friendly people made us want to be there every weekend during the summer.
This was a family nudist club. The rules stated that there would be no sexually suggestive behavior. A true nudist is one who has respect for others. Don’t do anything that is going to offend anyone else. Overt sexual behavior was against the rules and could be grounds for dismissal.
That doesn’t mean that everyone at Greg’s club was innocent. It’s natural to have sexual thoughts when you are sunbathing nude with others. But, it’s very important to be discreet. If a man has an erection, then he should cover up with a towel or roll onto his stomach, etc. It’s always a good idea for a guy to have a towel nearby. It’s also important that a man not stare at a woman who is not his wife.
My wife and I are not swingers. However, I admit that I am an exhibitionist. My username is “exhibitionistguy” so that should give you an idea.
I remember one time when Sue and I were sitting on the grass on our towels, talking with the others, when she bent over in front of me to pick up something. Her naked tits dangled in front of me and I got an instant erection. My cock was vey stiff and my sexual arousal was very obvious. Sue noticed my swollen cock immediately. Instead of rolling onto my stomach, I decided not to cover myself. I thought it would be more discreet not to make an issue out of the fact that I had an erection. Unfortunately, Greg saw my cock sticking up and he gave me a displeased look. It took a number of minutes before the erection subsided.
My wife said, “I can’t believe how stiff you were. Is that all it takes?”
Although I consider myself to be an exhibitionist, the above erection had been unanticipated. My wife was twenty-four year old and five feet two inches tall with long black hair and brown eyes. Sue had firm tits that stood up as if to reach for the sunshine. She had a cute little body. She looked very sexy with suntan lotion glistening on her skin. It was only natural for me to get aroused when she was naked and so close.
We used to play this game when we were talking with the others. Sue would sometimes wear a towel wrap that fastened with Velcro. She had nothing on underneath. Sometimes, when she was standing, I would pull on the towel wrap so that the Velcro would unfasten and the towel would fall to her ankles. Her tits would pop out! She would make believe that she was shocked at being exposed. The guys, especially, would like this. Everyone would laugh.
Sometimes we would lie together on our towels and I would rest my head on her bare chest. Her chest made the best pillow.
Sometimes, my exhibitionism was more deliberate. It would all depend on who happened to be with us at the time.
For example, one time there were just Sue and me and a young woman who I’ll call “Julie.” We had become friendly with Julie and her husband, Sam, although we didn’t really know them that well. Julie was very attractive, with red hair. Sam had left momentarily on an errand to the grocery store. Sue was on my left and Julie was directly facing us.
I think I knew Julie well enough to know that she would not be offended if my cock were to become erect. I decided that this was a relatively safe situation in terms of exposing myself. At least she wouldn’t report me to Greg.
I decided to lie on my back to catch some rays while the two girls conversed about any number of things. I closed my eyes and made believe I was going to drift off to sleep.
I rested my head on Sue’s chest while she stroked my chest with her hand. I opened my eyes a little to see Julie’s naked tits and I thought about how nice they looked.
I felt very excited. If I were to get an erection, there would be no way to hide it without being very obvious. I was lying on my towel and there was nothing to cover myself with. The alternative would be to roll onto my stomach. I got very turned on by the prospect of exposing myself to Julie in front of Sue.
My cock began to stiffen. At first, it was half-erect and not very obvious. It was still resting between my legs, pointing in the direction of my feet. Sue, however, knew that I was getting aroused and she continued to rub my chest.
I opened my eyes again enough to see that Julie was glancing at my penis that continued to get hard. Suddenly, my cock twitched and started to move. As it quickly became engorged with blood, it no longer rested between my legs and was now standing straight up fully erect over my stomach.
I knew that both girls were looking at my swollen cock. I wondered what they were thinking.
I noticed that I was breathing quickly and that my heart was beating fast. I was so excited by the fact that I was exposing myself to the two ladies that I felt as if I were having trouble catching my breath.
The heat of the sun felt so good on my erect cock. My cock wanted to be satisfied, but it would have to remain frustrated until later.
In the meanwhile, Sue and Julie just continued their conversation as if nothing were happening. In a few minutes, my erection subsided.
Sue never did say anything to me about my erection. I wonder whether Julie said anything to her husband.
Another time, Sue and I decided to go for a walk to the far end of the club.
I thought of grabbing my towel, but I decided, “What the heck. I won’t need it.”
The two of us were completely nude as we headed out to explore a little of the 100 acres. It was a wonderful feeling walking along the secluded trail. We held hands. I didn’t have a stitch of clothes. I felt free and vulnerable.
After a while, we came to a fence that separated Greg’s property from the neighboring farm. There was a cow standing on the other side of the fence, almost close enough to touch. I chuckled that the neighboring farmer would have quite a sight if he could see the two of us standing there naked. I said hello to the cow and we continued on our way.
As we walked, I couldn’t help but to look at Sue. I looked at her petite bottoms and the curves of her hips. I looked at her exposed breasts and nipples. I remember that Sue looked so beautiful that day.
Sue smiled at me. She looked at my cock and saw that she was getting me stiff. She gently touched my cock with her hand and squeezed my bottoms. We held each other close and kissed.
We soon came to a grassy field. I remember the sunflowers and the hot sun.
I kissed her and I told her that I wanted to make love to her right then and there, out in the open.
Sue hesitated for a moment. She was afraid that some one might see us. I told her that it wasn’t very likely that anyone would happen to come across us.
To tell you the truth, I was feeling very horny. In fact, the thought that someone might observe us having sex only made me hornier. I looked at Sue’s naked body and all I could think of was that I wanted her.
We sat on the grass and kissed. I laid her on her back and then I positioned myself on top of her. I pressed my lips on hers and then I kissed and sucked on each breast. Her nipples got very hard and I sucked on them some more.
Sue smelled and tasted so good! I could smell the suntan lotion that she had applied all over her skin. She was all hot and sweaty and I could taste the salt on her breasts.
Sue did not stop kissing me. I put my hand on her pussy and I could feel that it was very wet. I teased her pussy with my finger. I felt Sue’s hand touching my back and squeezing my bottoms and pulling me closer.
My cock was very hard. I gently rubbed the head of my cock against the lips of her pussy and against her clit. Then I thrust my cock inside her pussy as far as it would go. I pressed my pelvis against hers. I thrust my cock in and out and, suddenly, I came.
We kissed and held each other for a few minutes before standing up. I looked around to see if anyone had witnessed our love making, but there was no one there. We walked back to the pond where the rest of the members were sunbathing.
One of the women remarked, “You guys have been gone a long time. Where did you walk?”
Sue innocently said, “Oh, we walked all the way down to the end and around.”
I still wonder whether the others suspected what we had done.
The End
Thanks bro wan32 for your support and here’s one story for you .
Tight First Time
My first full sexual experience occurred at the age of 20; a bit late by modern standards but I’m talking about the mid 1960s and the sexual revolution was still getting into full swing.
We hadn’t got to the stage of assuming intercourse on the first date or even after three months. Also, my experiences were tied to a strict religious upbringing in the Pentecostal Church in England. Sex was not mentioned and it was assumed that it could take place only within marriage. This had left me with a strange mixture of feelings, combining guilt with an overwhelming curiosity and a desire to make up for lost time. Little did I realise on that day in November 1964 that my mind and senses would be opened to the two major influences on the rest of my life: sexual excitement and corset fetishism.
At a northern English newish university in an industrial town, I was in my second year as a student of mathematics and economics. For location, think of parochial Bradford, Manchester, Liverpool, Sheffield but not Leeds, which even then was a cosmopolitan European city. My subjects are now and were then immaterial to the experience of the next few weeks, but they give you some background to my activities and expectations in a career. I belonged to the student religious society, of course, and had met a number of others with the same hang-ups and desires. Every single one of us was serious about our religion but also on the lookout for new experiences. For me, the former was assuming less importance as the weeks went by, and the latter more. This wasn’t universally the case in the society and some were real zealots with an American tendency to preach perfection all the time, and show little tolerance of humanity and its frailties.
Another member was Mary; her real name but it is sufficiently common that I needn’t hide her behind an alias. Mary was not a great beauty. She was too tall to be petite but not tall enough to be model-like or willowy. She tended to wear tweeds when the rest of our generation had moved into flower-power, and she had “proper” shoes; no stilettos or boots for her. Her features were rather masculine and her smile didn’t show a straight row of pearly white teeth. Her posture and movements were unusual. She always carried herself with an uprightness that I interpreted as reflecting her religious conviction, and she didn’t slouch or collapse into a comfy bundle on a sofa or easy chair. She seemed to have a nice figure and especially neat shapely waist and hips. I thought that she displayed the very essence of her family membership of the Plymouth Brethren. It was true that they were the “Open” Brethren, so she was allowed to communicate and take part in the Christian observances of other denominations.
Mary always showed an openness and friendliness towards me that took me by surprise at first and then became a sort of routine. Mary would touch my arm whenever we met and beam a smile straight into my eyes. I never touched her, assuming that she’d be offended if I did and, anyway, I didn’t know where to touch or hold her for safety and decorum. In many ways, I treated her as I would my older sister although she was a year younger than I was.
Every week, the Christian society met for prayers and other religious activities. We met twice during the week; say Tuesday and Thursday. It became a routine that I gave three other students a lift back to their lodgings because I was one the minority with a car. Don’t be impressed by this; the car was 33 years old then and cost me all of £12 10s 0d or £12.50 as we would say now; or €20 or $25. It cost me more in repairs and spares each year than I spent to buy it originally. Anyway, I gave a car-load of students a ride home twice a week and Mary was one of them. Usually, she was delivered to her door last because it was the furthest from the university meeting room, and the journey took about one hour after touring various suburbs. The first time I dropped her off, I hoped she’d ask me in for a coffee or something, because it was so long since we left the university and it would have been hospitable. I let her out of the car and walked with her to the front door of her “digs”, only to be told that her landlady and husband wouldn’t wish me to enter since they were Exclusive Brethren and didn’t welcome non-members into their house. I thought then that was a strange sort of Christianity and now I find it easy to reject utterly such exclusive and discriminatory notions. However, I left her at the door and drove back to my place.
On another Tuesday in November, the trip went the same as before but Mary said, “They’re away for the week, so you could come in if you wish. They’ll never know”. So I locked the car and followed her into the house. It was nothing special and did not smell of sanctity or even sanctimoniousness. I turned to push the door shut and then back to face Mary. She got hold of my hands and raised them to her lips and kissed them. Then she let them go and reached up to kiss my lips, which I let happen and found her to be a good, erotic and forceful kisser. We held each other and did it properly. I ran my hands down over her shoulders and into her waist and onto her hips, which she wriggled slightly to indicate some pleasure, I thought. The feel of her figure was unusual; more curvaceous and less yielding than I’d felt with other girlfriends, but I wasn’t aware of any reason or cause for it and let it pass from my mind. Then she said huskily, “Come to my room” and dragged me after her, not unwillingly.
As we entered her room, I realised it was a double bedroom with en-suite bathroom, which was extremely unusual in those days. We got ourselves into a clinch immediately and she was working on my jacket and my shirt buttons. I reached down and undid a belt at the waist of her skirt, letting the skirt fall around her ankles. Then I moved onto her blouse buttons and she didn’t stop me as we continued to kiss and wander our hands around each other. I took off her blouse at the same time as she got my shirt off, also. Then I got a surprise. Her bra was the longest and firmest I’d ever seen except on my mother, although a much smaller size and fitting her perfectly. Looking back now, I think she must have been 36B and the bra went down and down into her waist, with a row of hooks at the back, and cuff around the bottom edge.
Then I got my second surprise: the rest of her body above her thighs was contained in a form of corsetry that I’d seen only in magazines for middle aged women, and occasionally among the older women in my family at weddings and suchlike functions, when they had to present a very respectable appearance. This garment was white, brilliantly so, and fastened at the right-front with a vertical row strong hooks, and I could feel that the back was held taut by lacings. She wore stockings attached to four suspenders on each thigh. Two were practically at the centre front and two more almost at centre back, so she must have felt them with every stride and whenever she sat down. I looked into her face and she sensed my surprise.
“Wait”, she said softly, “I’ll take this off.”
The problem for me was that my erection was now raging and the more so as I touched her and felt at her underwear. The firmness and tightness of her shaped body exaggerated her eroticism for me, and I didn’t want her to undress any further.
“No”, I said equally softly, and drew her to me. “Show me other things later. I like this here and now. You feel wonderful”.
It was her turn to be surprised. “Do you really like this?” she asked me, as if incredulous.
“Hmm. Certainly do”, I replied and we moved to the bed.
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After that, what can I say? I enjoyed a couple of hours with a hot woman dressed in underwear more restrictive than I could have imagined then and frequently do imagine now. She was easily orgasmic and I used my meagre collection of sexual techniques with her to give her whatever pleasure seemed to be right for her. Her responses were unequivocal; literally. She was vocal and noisy, and it left no room for doubt that she enjoyed the evening also.
For myself, I found my excitement rising throughout the evening with each touch of her corseted shape. From her shoulders to her knees and down to her stockinged feet, I kissed and stroked her and she loved every second and every inch of my attentions. I made love to her on top and from the side as we lay like a pair of spoons; lying on her front with me kneading her waist and thighs; her sitting on me; and doggie-style. Kneeling behind her, I got the full benefit of the view of her neat waist, contained and hardened by her corsetry and the cuff bra. My hands danced over her controlled hips and bottom, and over the lacings which fanned out either side of the centre back. I held her waist as much as I could wherever we lying and in whatever position we made love. I was amazed at my own stamina and knew instinctively that the corsetry was part of the allure and the setting.
I expected her at any moment to tell me to stop short of ejaculation but she didn’t. So I didn’t either and filled her up, irresponsibly and carelessly I thought afterwards. When she explained to me some hours later, I realised how safe we were. She was being treated for severe monthly period pains and the doctor had told her that the treatment involved the new oestrogen pill which would make conception practically impossible. “Lucky us”, I though later.
At one point, she said, “You can do anything you want, you know.” I was too young and inexperienced to be able to take advantage of her offer, and assumed she simply wanted more of the same but rougher, perhaps. If I’d known how to respond, I would have used her mouth and throat, and put my hand inside her and tied her hands and …. lots of ideas came to me much later. As it was, all I could think of was rougher sex and some contortions. Actually, this latter point came as another surprise to me. She was more flexible in her corsetry than most women I met later when they were naked. The strain on her clothing must have been colossal, and the tension across her groin and over her waist must have been painful sometimes, but she showed no sign of it. At one point, her heels were over her head as she lay on her back and I was leaning on her and into her with my full weight. The corset was straining around her bottom and the suspenders were stretched to their limits. I think that’s when the stocking tops gave way! Her eyes were screwed tight shut and her lips slightly open as she murmured her pleasure at this treatment. I still haven’t experienced that level of commitment and pleasure in a woman, related to her underwear. Mary was wonderful.
Eventually, we became tired and she was replete. I was still stiff after numerous ejaculations and still handling her body and her underwear. The stockings hadn’t survived and were laddered down to her toes and frayed at the suspenders, but neither of us cared by that stage. The corsetry had certainly survived and contained her as firmly at the end of the night as it had at the start. She said, “Please help me undress now”, so I did and eventually got to hold her skin next mine, and to feel the creases and wrinkles left by the corset and bra.
In our semi-slumber, I asked her, “Why do you wear those things?”
“Because I always have”, she replied quietly, “my mum put me into a girdle at the age of 12 and by 15 I was in the laced corset-type. I wear something like it all time, every day. My mum and dad think I need it for me to be a proper Christian woman. It makes me feel very feminine, you know. More womanly than some of these girls we see around. They look like boys to me!”
“Do you always wear something as tight as this one?”, I continued to probe.
“Not always. Sometimes I need a bit more comfort – every month you know – and then I wear an elastic girdle with a zip”, she offered more information, “and other times, I wear something harder and more firm. That’s for formal occasions or for church on Sundays.”
“Will you show me?” I asked, and she said, “Next time”, which I took to mean that we’d be here again soon and that I’d get even more enjoyment then.
Morning came and I left her still half asleep, and went back to my place in time to get ready for university lectures at 10 o’clock. Later in the day, I met Mary and she spoke softly to me, “Thanks for last night. Are you free this evening?”
Of course I was and that night we enjoyed ourselves even more, and I learned a great deal about her underwear. She did a fashion parade for me lasting an hour or more, with six different types of girdles and corsets, complete with a selection of long bras. I learned later that she had styles by Berlei, Warner, Blair, M&S, Spencer, Spirella and a private corsetiere named Fawcett, which was a good joke for us since it rhymed so well with his or her trade. Her firmest corset-girdle didn’t just make her tummy flat; she was concave between her hips bones and her waist even more firmly held than before. She was compressed into rigidity from her bra line to her thighs. Making love with her then was a life-changing experience and confirmed my corset fetish. From that evening I was a hopeless corset and girdle addict, and have remained so ever since.
Mary and I met this way for about six weeks, until the Christmas recess, but not again in the home of her landlady. We took motel rooms and she came to my bedsit a couple of times. In the New Year, things were different, somehow. She delayed some of our meetings and then cancelled one, and then told me she had to start thinking about the future, so we’d better be very good friends from then on. I was devastated: I’d spent all the recess imagining how we’d spend the first few weeks after being separated for a month, but it wasn’t to be.
Three months later, Mary announced her engagement to a fellow student named Bob, and they planned the wedding for the week after graduation 18 months later. I don’t know if Bob enjoyed her underwear as I did, or even if it became part of his special sexuality. I know it was a major part of hers. She was no virgin when I first made love to her and I never found out who had that privilege with her. I’m sure Bob got all the benefits of her experience and her special gifts of excitement.
They became an item in the Christian society and with the local Brethren assembly, to which Bob “converted” from his Anglican upbringing. I imagine that she showed him such excitement and pleasure that Bob was swept off his feet for the rest of his life. They had three children, all daughters, and I wondered it those girls of the 1970s submitted to the corseting regime of their mother. I haven’t seen or spoken to Mary or Bob since 1972, and I wonder what became of them as they must now be I their sixties.
So there it is. My introduction to overt 60s-style sex but more than that; the start of a lifetime searching for corseted women and for corset sex. My own preferences expanded with time, so that I came to corset my own figure. Also, I began to enjoy my own bodily functions, but all this was much later and must await another time to recount.
The End
Trophy Wife
I am a 52 year old widower who runs a small B and B in a southern state. Although I have been single for a number of years, I have not lacked for intimate female companionship. Every few months or so a woman guest seems to appreciate my charming hospitality and my six foot two relatively slender body enough to stay an extra night or two in my little hotel.
My place is in a secluded area and is very private. The metal gate at the driveway entrance can be closed when I want to discourage sight seers. There are three guest suites, situated in separate buildings around an irregularly shaped swimming pool. Flowering bushes and lush greenery give it the appearance of a small village lost in the jungle.
It was summer, hot and sultry. Only one suite had been booked for the weekend, reserved through my website by a Mr. Jack Norwood. At about 3 o’clock on Friday afternoon I heard the purr of an expensive car pull up to the main house. I went out on the porch and watched as a distinguished looking older man came up the walk, holding a small suitcase in one hand and guiding a very beautiful young woman with the other. A shiny deep green Jaguar was parked in the shade of the large oak near my entrance.
“Good afternoon,” I said. “You must be Jack Norwood.”
“That’s right,” he replied. “And this is my wife Jane.”
I tried to keep from staring at the woman as I greeted them. She looked like she could be his daughter. I was wondering how such an old guy got a babe like that, and then I looked again at the Jaguar and sighed.
“Welcome to my little hotel,” I said. “I have been expecting you.”
Jane smiled but did not say anything. Her husband looked around and seemed pleased. “It is indeed very private,” he said. “Just as advertised on your website.”
“Oh yes,” I was quick to agree. “And as you are the only guests this weekend, you will have the place to yourselves, except for me of course.”
“Excellent,” he said. “We have driven a long way on a very hot day, and are looking forward to relaxing in the pool.”
“Right this way,” I said.
As I led them through the main house to their suite I took every opportunity to check out my gorgeous house guest. Whoever coined the term “eye candy” must have been thinking about her. I guessed her age at about 25. She was tall and blonde, with well tanned, creamy skin and soft blue eyes. Her facial features came together in that indescribable way that can only be called beautiful.
But it was her body that really made my heart beat faster. She was wearing a tight sleeveless T shirt, and equally tight cotton slacks. Her high heeled sandals forced her slender body to curve in just the right way. I don’t think I had ever seen a more provocative display of tits and ass.
My B&B is build around the pool, with gardens everywhere. The main house is on one side, and has a dining area and bar that faces the pool. My rooms are toward the front near the entrance. I took my guests through the bar and out the French doors onto the patio beside the pool.
“Fantastic,” exclaimed Jack. “What do you think Jane? Is this a nice place to spend the weekend?”
“Oh yes,” she said. “I can’t wait to get out of these hot clothes and into that refreshing looking water.”
I couldn’t wait for her to do it either. Suddenly I remembered lots of things I had to do in the bar area that afternoon. Jane would be on display only a few feet away.
“Your suite is right over there,” I said, pointing to the little cabin surrounded by flowering bushes and shaded by another old southern oak.
They went quickly to their room. I always offer my afternoon-arriving guests a special rum drink of my own concoction, and I stayed in the bar area to prepare it. It was still sloshing around in the blender when Jane came running out of their cabin in a neon green bikini that would stop six lanes of traffic.
That eye-grabbing bikini was trying its best to hold in Jane’s thrusting tits and round little ass, but it was a losing battle. As she jumped into the water I just caught a glimpse of little ribbons at the halter between her breasts and at the sides of the bottom. I wondered if those little pieces of cloth would come away if you pull on the ribbons. My imagination was projecting scenes faster than a porn flick on fast forward.
Jack stood at the edge of the pool and smiled as he watched her. I thought I could detect a bulge in the front of his very conservative swimming trunks. He was not fat and seemed to be in reasonable shape for an old guy, but there was no hiding the sagging skin on his chest and stomach.
I went out and handed him the rum drink. It was in a large, ice cold ceramic tumbler. One of these babies would set your head spinning, and they go down sooo easy.
“Thanks,” he said, and took a big swallow. “That’s really good.”
I had made one for myself as well, and I sipped it as we stood there and watched Jane scissor her long slender legs as she did a slow breast stroke up and down the length of the pool.
“You have a very beautiful wife,” I said, not stopping to think that he might be offended by having another man so openly leering at his wife.
But he just smiled and looked at me. “I think the proper term is Trophy Wife,” he said. “I am a wealthy man and I have decided to enjoy my remaining years to the fullest. I am pleased that you admire her. Part of the pleasure is seeing other men envy me.”
I had not expected him to respond in such a personal way to a complete stranger, and I didn’t know quite what to say. He seemed to sense my discomfort.
“Don’t be embarrassed,” he said. “When you are my age and you meet someone you like, you cut through the chit chat and try to get to know the person quickly. I can tell just from the way you have designed and decorated this little hotel that you appreciate beauty and want to stimulate the senses of your guests. I am the same way. I hope you will join Jane and me for a swim before dinner.”
I was intrigued. “I would be happy too,” I said. “Let me bring a drink for Jane, and then I will change into my suit. Dinner is all prepared and I can serve it whenever you wish.”
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“Fine,” he said, and he eased into the pool to swim toward the gorgeous creature who was giving him a very sexy come hither smile.
It took only a minute for me to pour another tumbler and place it beside the pool for Jane. She was playfully swimming away from her husband as he tried to catch her by the ankle. The pool was not that big, and I knew he would corner her soon. I hurried away to get into my bathing suit.
After I changed I decided to put on the “no vacancy” sign and lock the front gate. These guests seemed to value the privacy of my location, and I did not want some late arriving tourist to disturb things. If Jack wanted me to envy him I just might get to see some interesting things later on.
When I came back out to the pool, Jane was lying on her stomach on the hot tiles beside the water. Jack was standing in the water rubbing suntan lotion slowly up and down the backs of her legs, all the way up to the edge of her bikini.
“Do you have any more lotion,” he asked. “Our bottle is about empty.”
“Yes, I have some very good coconut oil lotion in the bar. I’ll get it.”
Returning with the lotion I was surprised to see Jack sitting on the side of the pool opposite from where Jane was laying. He was not going to put any lotion on her from that position.
“I’ll put the lotion down here near Jane when you need to put more on her,” I said.
“She needs more on her right now,” he said, smiling at me. “Would you please do it?”
I looked at him for a long moment, trying to interpret the situation. He held my eyes and nodded, effectively giving me permission to feel up his wife. Jane had her head turned so that she was not looking at either of us, and she did not move as she heard her husband ask a man she had just met to rub lotion on her nearly naked body.
Hey, an innkeeper is supposed to fulfill the wishes of his guests, right? I picked up the lotion and slid into the water beside Jane. The sun was hot and the lotion that Jack had put on her legs had already largely evaporated. My coconut oil lotion was thicker and would protect her better. I decided to redo her legs.
Starting at one ankle I dribbled a stream of lotion up over her calve and the back of her thigh. Then I repeated the process on the other leg. Putting down the bottle I looked over at Jack. He was watching us intently and nodded again. The thought went through my head that this was going to turn him on as much as me.
Slowly with just the tips of my fingers I began rubbing the lotion into her hot skin. When I went high on her thigh near her bikini I could feel a little shudder in her body. Her face was still turned away. I poured on more lotion and began massaging it into her flesh with my whole hand, and then with both hands.
She shuddered again and I took that as a signal that she liked what I was doing. Boldly I slid both hands up the backs of her legs, one on each thigh, all the way to the top.
“Ahh,” she whispered.
At this point Jack eased into the water and came across the pool toward us. “Spread your legs, Jane,” he said. “Our friend needs to put lotion on the insides of your thighs. You don’t want to get sunburned there, especially not there.”
Jane did not hesitate. Her legs opened up so that her feet were a good two feet apart. There were fine wispy golden blonde hairs poking out from her bikini between her legs, and the aroma coming from her was a sensual mixture of coconut, sweat, and arousal. I teased the hairs with my fingertips as I covered her inner thighs with more lotion. The oil on my finger tips made the hairs stand up and glisten in the sun. Her ass began to move in a slow circle, and barely audible sounds of pleasure came from her mouth.
It was clear now that the little ribbons on the side of the bikini were what held it together. A little tug and the cloth would be released to spring up and away from her tight little ass. I longed to run my lotion covered hands over that bare flesh.
“I think that’s enough for her legs,” said Jack, who was now standing beside me. “Do her back.”
Again I dribbled the lotion onto her preliminary to rubbing it in. I laid down four wet stripes, from the top of her bikini bottom to her shoulders. Then I turned to her husband. “Would you like to do her back?” I asked.
“No, you are doing fine. Just be sure to get in under the halter strap.”
So I went to work on her back. I must say it was not as much fun as doing her upper legs, but she seemed to enjoy it. After a few minutes I looked at Jack and asked the million dollar question, “What about her front?”
“Why of course you have to do her front,” he said.
Finally Jane reacted to the situation. “Please Jack, this is embarrassing me. I don’t need lotion on my front if there is no sun on it. And the sun is going down anyway.”
Jack’s eyes hardened. His voice was firm and commanding. “Jane, you will do as I tell you. You know what happens when you fail to obey.”
She sounded miffed. “Why do you have to humiliate me in front of strangers?”
“Because I want to. And I don’t consider this nice man a stranger. Now roll over.”
Every woman I have ever known would have jumped up cursing at that point and left us. But Jack seemed to have absolute power over his wife. She turned over on her back and put one arm over her eyes.
“No, no you don’t,” he said firmly. “Take that arm down. We want to see your face.”
Her arm came down and rested at her side. She looked at us from one to the other with a combination of resignation and growing excitement. Her firm breasts relaxed against her chest, but I could see through the thin bikini that her nipples were erect and hard. She pressed her legs together.
He was obviously not pleased with her resistance. Using his thumb and index finger he pinched one of her nipples through the material, causing her to gasp and arch her back. “Open those legs,” he said. “We want complete access to your body.”
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In less than a second her legs were spread wide. But he did not release his hold on her nipple.
“I did it. They’re open,” she cried. “You’re hurting me.”
“Are you going to stop this foolishness and obey me?” he said, still squeezing her.
“Yes, yes, god yes….”
Jack let her go and looked at me. “Sometimes she needs to be reminded of her place,” he said. “What good is a trophy wife if she won’t obey? Later tonight I will punish her. Maybe you can help me.”
I had watched this scene not believing what I was seeing. How did he get this power over such a beautiful creature? And he seemed to want to share her with me. It was incredible. My cock was hard as the railing on the pool stairs.
“Time to oil her front,” he said. “I don’t think she will object any more.”
This time I poured the oil all in one place, in a puddle right on her navel. Then with one hand I began spreading it in an ever expanding circle, dipping low to her bikini bottom and high to her top.
Jack saw that my movement was being restricted by her halter top. “This is a special bikini design,” he said. “I found it in a boutique in Jamaica. You just pull these little ribbons like so, and presto, no more bikini top.”
The top fell away, revealing a pair of beautiful breasts with long, hard nipples set into large pink areoles. She was now completely resigned and sighed as we looked at her. “The sun feels good,” she said.
“Don’t want to burn these beauties,” I said. Ever so slowly I began dripping coconut oil on her tits, trying to hit the tips of her nipples. The sensation was making her squirm.
“You do one, and I’ll do the other,” said Jack. “She’ll like this.”
We both began rubbing our respective tits with the hot lotion, giving lots of attention to the nipples. Immediately her breathing became deeper.
“This lotion needs to be worked into the skin very well to do its job,” I said. I loved the feel of her tit in my hand and wanted to keep it there. Jack just smiled at me and gave me another of his permissive nods. Jane was starting to roll her hips from side to side as we worked on her.
Since I had one hand free and there was still a puddle of lotion in her navel, I put my hand there and slowly pushed the oily solution downward. My hand reached the top of her bikini bottom and kept going, sliding under the fabric. No longer was I thinking about what I what doing or whether it was acceptable to them.
“Here, let me help you,” said Jack, as he deftly released the little ribbons at the sides of her bikini bottom. Then with a slow, steady motion he pealed the cloth down and away from her pussy. My slick, oil covered hand followed, covering her hot pussy.
“Oh god, what are you doing to me? I don’t need lotion down there. Ohhhh, god.”
After massaging the oil over her entire mound I bent over to examine it closely. Her hairs had been neatly trimmed, but still stood out about half an inch from her soft skin. They were a dark blonde and glistened in the sun with the oil. I used my finger tips to gently work the lotion into them. It was clear that the oil was not the only thing making her wet. The coconut scented aroma coming from her was indescribably erotic.
“Ohhhh my god……ahhhhhhh…….that feels so good……..yesss….right there…..ohhh.”
Her hips were now moving in a big circle, thrusting upward against my hand. My other hand was still squeezing her tit, and Jack was rubbing a stiff nipple between his fingers.
“Hold still, my dear,” he said. “I want our friend to be able to examine you properly. Let’s see if he can find that internal G spot that you like so much.”
There was a challenge I couldn’t resist. I bent down until my face was inches from her pussy and began to use the fingers of both hands to explore her. She stopped twisting and pushed her hips up to open herself for me. Her clit was clearly visible, and though I avoided touching in directly with my finger, I could not resist putting out my tongue and dabbing it on the super sensitive tip.
“Ahhhhhhhh…….more…….more……..please more…….”
“Not yet my little slut,” I said. “I don’t want you coming until I find that magic spot.” Calling her a slut just slipped out of me, and I was afraid I was going to offend them both. But Jack just laughed, and Jane groaned and pushed her pussy towards my mouth, letting me know that being humiliated was part of her turn on.
Continuing my search for the Holy Grail, I inserted my long middle finger in her slick, tight hole and curled it upward toward her stomach. It didn’t take long to find the little knot of nerves that was her G spot. She reacted immediately and began bouncing her ass on the hard surface of the pool deck.
“Ohhhhhh…….that’s it…….yessss…..ahhhhh…. so gooooood…..”
“Stop!” said Jack. “Don’t let her come. Let’s keep her at this pitch for a while.”
Reluctantly I removed my hand. Jane lay there whimpering, her hips still moving from side to side. “Pleaseeee…..”
“No my dear,” said Jack. “This is part of your punishment for resisting earlier. Now you will have to wait. But I promise you it will be worth it. Now turn over on your stomach. My friend and I want to play with your tight little ass.”
She did as he told her. He reached up to a nearby pool chair and pulled down a small cushion. A slap on her bare ass made her raise her hips so he could slide the cushion under her stomach. The position made her little round ass protrude provocatively, and we both began to run our hands over it. It was hot and slick, and undulated slightly under our hands as her muscles clinched and released.
“She is amazing,” I said. “How did you get this gorgeous creature so completely under your power?”
He laughed. “We made a simple deal. I set aside a portion of my fortune, and for every year we are married I transfer ten percent of it to her name. In ten years she will be a very rich 37 year old woman, and I will probably be dead. But I can divorce her at any time, and the payments stop. She knows that I will divorce her if she fails to please me. Of course, if she doesn’t like being married to me, she is free to leave.”
“I am not going anywhere,” she purred and rolled her hips under our hands.
“There is another reason she submits to me,” he continued. “Nature gave her not only beauty, but an incredible sex drive, one that is most fully aroused by being dominated. I make sure she gets all that she needs.”
“Do you often involve other people?”
“Fairly often,” he said. “Both men and women.”
This last comment made me think of a woman friend who lived a few miles away. I knew she was bisexual and would love to get her hands on this beautiful girl.
“Ummmmm,” I said. Then without thinking I reached for the coconut oil and poured a few ounces down the crack of her ass. My index finger followed and slid easily into her hole. A little shove and it was fully imbedded.
“Ohhhhhh…..”
“Good move,” said Jack. “Her ass is very sensitive. You should see her react to a vibrating butt plug.”
“I would like to see that,” I said. “But right now I am so turned on that I just want to fuck her.”
He gave her a questioning look. “I’m more than ready,” she said.
“All right,” he said. “But I will direct the action. Both of you follow me. I have already picked out the perfect spot.”
I withdrew my slippery finger and followed Jack up the tiled stairs to the terrace. Jane got up and came after us. Her naked and oiled body gleamed in the fading sunlight. He led us toward a low stone wall with a smooth top, about the height of a garden bench. Along the way he grabbed a long narrow cushion from a chaise lounge.
The low wall divided two flower beds and butted up against a high stone retaining wall. Jack placed the cushion on the top of the low wall, effectively creating a padded bench with the other wall as a back rest.
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“This will do nicely,” he said. Then turning to me, “I want you to sit on the bench with your back up against the wall and your legs out in front of you.”
I was thinking that this guy was some kind of frustrated movie director, but I wasn’t about to argue. My cock was making a big tent in my swimming trunks as I sat on the bench, stretched my legs out on the cushion, and leaned back. I put my hands behind my head and looked at Jane.
She didn’t need to be told what to do. Without hesitating she knelt down in the flowers beside the bench and began playing with my cock through my swimsuit. One hand gently rubbed and squeezed on top of the suit, while the other snaked up my leg and reached under the suit. I dropped my feet off the bench to either side to let my thighs open up to give her easy access to my balls. Her fingers quickly found them. I gasped and arched my back in pleasure and need.
“That’s enough of that,” said Jack. “You’d better get on with it before you lose him.”
Jane smiled at me and withdrew her hand. Then she expertly undid the cord at the waist of my suit and began to pull it down.
“Lift your hips a little honey,” she said. “I need to get this off if I am going to fuck you.”
Off came my suit, leaving me positioned almost on my back with my hard cock pointing up like the proverbial flag pole. She swung one leg over me so that she was straddling my hips, and guiding me into her with her hand, she slowly but steadily lowered herself. My cock went into her like a finger into fine, wet sand.
“Ahhhhhh,” came from both of our mouths. The feeling was exquisite and for a moment neither of us moved. Then the sight of her firm tits and hard nipples in front of my face inspired me to grab her breasts in my hands and use them as handles to twist her body. She sensed what I wanted and began a slow gyration of her hips, while at the same time squeezing me with well-trained internal muscles.
My head was spinning but I managed to glance at Jack to see how he was reacting to all this. His eyes were hot and his hand was moving on the front of his bathing suit. “Good girl,” he said. “Bring him off and you can come with him.”
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Well she brought me off all right, and it was a good thing I had closed the gate because we both made a lot of noise. She was without a doubt the most beautiful woman I had ever fucked and probably the sexiest. The fact that she was so turned on made me as excited as I had ever been. Old Jack sure had himself a trophy.
Afterwards he helped her get off of me and gave her a very loving kiss. “Good job, my dear. I enjoyed watching that very much. I almost wish I didn’t have to punish you tonight.”
She gave him a pouty look and swiveled her hips. I suspected that she was looking forward to whatever punishment he had in mind. God she was sexy.
“Let’s go get dressed for dinner,” he said. “You certainly can’t go to the dining room like that.”
He took her hand and they walked side by side to their room. I picked up my bathing suit and carried it to my room in the front of the hotel. The sun was down behind the big oak trees, signaling that it was time to start preparing dinner. But first I decided to call my friend Elizabeth and see if she wanted to join us. I did not think Jack would mind at all. Elizabeth was not only bisexual; she was a stunning-looking woman, even if she was a good fifteen years older than trophy Jane.
She answered on the first ring. “Hi Elizabeth. This is your favorite innkeeper.”
“Hi yourself. I was just thinking about you.”
“That’s interesting. What were you thinking?”
“That I don’t have anything going on this weekend and might like to enjoy your stimulating company, and other things.” Elizabeth was never shy.
“Well as a matter of fact I have some very unusual guests this weekend that I think you would enjoy meeting. I’m calling to invite you to come for dinner.”
“I would love to,” she said. “Tell me about these interesting guests.”
“They are an older, apparently very rich gentleman and his young, very sexy trophy wife. The man is very proud of his trophy and likes to show her off in various ways.” “Sounds intriguing. But I think you are not telling me everything. What are these ways?”
“You will see tonight. He has told her she is to be punished for being disobedient earlier today, and he may want our help in administering the punishment.”
There was a long pause, and I heard Elizabeth take a deep breath. I could imagine her rising excitement at this prospect. Finally she said, “In that case I will bring some of my toys. You know what I like.”
“I know very well, my dear Elizabeth. That’s why I called you. And you know that I like it too. We are going to have some fun tonight.”
Now there was real excitement in her voice. “What time do you want me to come?”
“In about an hour. You can join us for cocktails before dinner.”
I spent the next hour fussing over my already prepared dinner of pasta and chicken. For dessert I planned to serve ice cream and strawberries with a homemade chocolate sauce. I set the table for four people, with candles and flowers from my garden. My senses were on edge, anticipating a sexually exciting evening.
It was almost dark when my phone rang. It was Elizabeth and she sounded upset.
“How do you expect me to come to dinner when you leave your gate locked? It’s a good thing I brought my cell phone.”
Opps. I had so many sexual scenarios going through my head I had forgotten about the gate. “Sorry,” I said. “I’ll be right there.”
I jogged down the driveway and opened the gate. Elizabeth was standing outside her BMW with her hands on her hips, but she was smiling. She looked stunning in a yellow sundress with a tight, low cut top. A large black onyx pendent on a silver chain hung down to the valley entrance that marked her deep cleavage. Her dark hair was piled on the top of her head, with a few wisps kissing the tops of her ears. Even on the gravel driveway, her high heels forced her ample ass to protrude in a most provocative way. She wore designer glasses and looked like a sexy, no nonsense school teacher who had gotten dressed up for a PTA meeting.
“You are such a bad boy,” she said. “You have locked your place up like a fort. I wonder what has been going on in there.”
“You wouldn’t believe me,” I said, giving her a quick kiss on the lips. “Bring your car in and I will lock the gate behind you. I don’t want any more guests tonight.”
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