My hips had been gently pumping when I woke up, and I reached down to run
my fingers through her hair as I continued to thrust my cock at her
mouth. I was ready to come, but she just teased me, keeping me on the
edge without letting me come. My excitement was on the edge of turning
to pain when she stopped teasing.

She slid her mouth down over my cock, working it with her tongue as she
slid down, then gently blowing as she slid back up. I was ready to
explode, but she managed to do it again three times, each time sliding
farther down the shaft of my cock before she came back up.

When I came, it was like nothing I’ve ever felt before, and it was a
while before I could do more than just lie there on my back and look at
my wife’s head resting between my legs. She continued to suck gently on
my cock as it shrank, and she only let go when I asked her to.

“Good morning Anne,” I said. “That was nice, but I’ve got to pee, can I
have my cock back?”

She let go of it and sat up, kneeling straddling my legs. “Good morning
my new hubby. I hope you slept as well as I did.”

“I slept well,” I said, looking at her and at the amazing collection of
rings she wore through her body. She’d explained the 23 rings she wore
in each ear the day we met, but she’d managed to keep the ring she wore
in each tit and the six additional rings she wore in her cunt a secret
until yesterday when she surprised me by accepting my offer of marriage.

I knew she had far more experience with sex than I had; she’d had a ring
put in for each man she and her old roommate had seduced together. She
hadn’t seduced me though; before yesterday, we hadn’t as much as kissed.
I’d been asking her to marry me almost daily for months; it had started
as a joke when we were attending a survivors of AIDS support group, but
I’d grown serious as time passed. I’d almost given up, though, when she
surprised me by accepted my offer.

That was yesterday, July 3, and she’d shocked me by hauling me straight
to the courthouse, taking out a marriage license, and finding a judge to
marry us on the spot. I’d found out about all her rings within an hour
of that.

“Do you always wake up your men that way?” I asked as I sat up.

“I try,” she said, then giggled. “A couple years ago, Janet and I tried
seeing how long we could go on a diet of nothing but semin. It’s pretty
nutritional, you know, but we gave up after a week.”

I didn’t know what to say to that, so I got up and went to the toilet to
pee. Anne’s loft, now our loft, had no walls, the toilet was in a back
corner, along with a sink, tub, and bidet. They were expensive looking
fixtures; their matching red enamel contrasted elegantly with the white
plaster walls and hardwood floor, but the idea of peeing while my new
wife watched bothered me, and she did nothing to help. She stood at the
sink and combed her hair while she watched.

She kept me at least part-way off balance for the rest of the day, but in
the end, that only added to the fun. She wouldn’t let me get dressed
after breakfast, saying that she never bothered to wear anything around
the house. She told me that as long as I was living with her, I’d have
to get used to it.

When I suggested that she call her old roommate Janet and tell about our
wedding, she did, but after a few minutes on the phone, she surprised me
by handing me the phone. I knew that she and Janet were more than ex
roommates. They’d been lovers and they’d been partners in love with many
men; as a result, I wasn’t quite sure what I should say to Janet.

She certainly didn’t share my unease. I said hello, then asked how she
was. As the words came out, I could have kicked myself. I knew she had
AIDS, and I felt like a cad as I realized how awful it was to ask such a
question to someone who was terminally ill. She answered politely that
she was doing about as well as could be expected, given her situation,
then got down to business.

“Anne told me lots about you over the past six months,” she said. “It’s
hard as hell for me to imagine her getting married, but after I got AIDS
I guess we’ve both changed alot.”

I wasn’t sure what she was getting at. I knew that she’d come down with
AIDS six month’s ago, and I knew that Anne must have been exposed to it
at the time Janet caught it, since they’d made a game of openly sharing
all of their sexual partners.

While Janet talked, I watched Anne walk over to her workbench and begin
doing something. She was pretty to watch from behind as she opened a box
on the bench and began looking through its contents.

“Look,” she said. “What I’m getting at is this. I still love Anne, and
now that I can’t make love to her and with her any more, I want to make
damn sure she has fun. Tell her to quit this new puritan thing, she can
stick to one man for sex, but that doesn’t mean she has to dress like a
nun. Tell her to dress right, go out, have fun. Give her the love she
needs,” she paused. “Want to know what really turns her on?”

“Tell me,” I said.

“Oral sex, eat her, bring her to the edge and keep her there. I’ve kept
her on the edge for hours, not letting her come until the very end. Do
it to her, if it grosses you out, do it for me, please?”

“OK,” I said, more out of politeness than commitment, and then she hung
up. I didn’t have time to think about what Janet had asked me to do
because at that point, Anne turned back to me from her workbench.

I’d been idly watching Anne’s back while I was on the phone, but I hadn’t
really paid any attention to what she was doing. When she turned around
after I hung up, I couldn’t ignore what she’d done. Anne was a jewelry
designer, and now she was showing me some of her work.

“What?” I said, looking at her. She had a large gold ring in her nose,
big enough to frame her mouth, she had a gold stud in the center of her
upper lip, additional rings in her tits, and something shiny filling her
belly button. More jewelry hung between her legs, and there were even a
couple of rings through the webs between her fingers.

As she posed for me, I realized that I’d noticed some of her piercings
before, but I’d misinterpreted them. I’d assumed that the hole in her
lip was a pimple scar, never imagining that it went all the way through.

“You should see yourself,” she said, chuckling. “I guess I owe you an
explanation, though. Most of my jewelry is sold through what they call
alternate jewelry stores; some is very sexual, and most of it is intended
to be worn in very unconventional places.

As she spoke, I saw a flash from her mouth. “What’s in your mouth?”

She smiled, clearly exposing a silver bead set in her tongue. “My tongue
tack started as more of a technical experiment than a serious piece of
jewelry, I wanted to see if I could make something I could wear in the
most sensitive part of my body without problems, and I did; like it?”

“Yes,” I said, somewhat surprised.

“Tell me if any of this other stuff grosses you out,” she said, and then
began a guided tour. I think that if she hadn’t started my day with an
orgasm, I’d have wanted sex on the spot when she showed me the ring she
wore through a hole in her clit. A small gold ball hung by a short chain
from the ring, and she said it had only one use, and that was to
intensify the sensations of lovemaking.

“You’ve got kinkier tastes than I credited you for,” she said when she
was done.

I shook my head. “I’ve got kinkier tastes than I credited me for! Do
you really intend to go out in public wearing all that stuff?”

She chucklied. “I have in the past, but I’ll tone it down until you’re
ready to play at shocking the teaming millions. Come on, let’s get
dressed so we can visit your place, but do me a big favor, don’t wear
underpants, they just get in the way.”

She’d told me that she never wore underwear, and with the rings in her
tits and cunt, I could see why; even so, I felt awkward about the idea of
my going without. The mention of getting dressed reminded me of what
Janet had said, though, so I passed on her advice. “Janet said I should
tell you to dress right from now on. No more new puritan stuff.”

She’d told me that before Janet came down with AIDS, the two of them had
made a point of dressing to attract men, but it was another thing to see
what she meant. She looked through her dresser while I hesitated about
putting on my pants without underwear, then turned so I could see as she
slid into a tight white spandex miniskirt. It was hardly long enough to
cover her fanny, and when she knelt to put her sandals on, I could see a
sparkle below the hemline as the rings in her cunt came into view.

She ended up putting on a loose white camisole top over the skirt, and I
had to agree that she looked very sexy. I was surprised that she didn’t
look outright tacky; most explicitly sexy clothing I’ve seen is pretty
awful. I told her that I felt awkward about what her clothing exposed
when she did anything but stand upright, and her effort at reassuring me
wasn’t very reassuring.

“I know exactly what my clothing lets people see,” she said. “They see
what I want them to see.”

Our day turned practical for a while, giving me a bit of a chance to get
used to my new situation. We had to decide where to live now that we
were married. After she’d taken off all the odd jewelry that showed when
she was dressed, I took her over to my apartment. I’d never been to her
place before our wedding day, and this was her first visit to my place.

“Not bad,” she said, looking over my paperback collection.

She paused, looking critically at an Escher print hanging on my wall, and
I noticed that she was gently rocking her hips. The motion was odd,
almost what I’d expect if she were making love.

“Why are you bobbing your hips like that?” I asked.

She turned to me with a sly smile. “I’m masturbating,” she said.

I began to get hard, even though I was confused. “What?”

“Bouncing my clit chain against my skirt,” she said. “It feels good,
good enough that I can usually bring myself to orgasm that way if I keep
it up. Want to make love?”

“OK,” I said. I was already rock hard as I led her to my bedroom.

She was out of her clothes before I’d unzipped my pants, and she didn’t
seem to need any foreplay. As soon as I pulled off my jeans and sat down
on the bed, she sat in my lap and and took me into herself. I leaned
back on my bed, startled, and looked up at her in awe.

“Here,” she said, looking down at me with a blissful look on her face and
fingering the chain that emerged from between us. “Play with this,
gently.”

I touched the fine chain tentatively, and then gently tugged on the bead
at the free end. The other end was attached to her clit, and if the
bounce of the chain against her skirt was enough, I was pretty sure that
I wouldn’t have to play very hard.

“Good,” she breathed, and then began to sway as she sat on my hips. “I
like that.”

I scratched my fingernail along the chain, and she looked ecstatic. I
could feel her vagina clamping on my cock. I was fascinated by her
reaction. I knew that women had clits, but I’d never had such direct
access to a woman’s clit while I was making love. The look on her face
was something I’d never seen before, and then she moaned, quietly and
deep in her throat.

She lifted her hands and began fingering the rings in her breasts, and
then moaned again. I’d been so fascinated by her reaction that I’d been
ignoring the waves of contractions in her vagina, but as she continued
gently rocking on top of me, my attention was drawn to the sensation of
my cock deep inside her, and then I exploded. Waves of contractions
coursed through my loins, lights flashed before my eyes, and I was in
heaven for one brief but wonderful moment.

“I love you,” she said, smiling down at me as I recovered.

I couldn’t say anything in reply. She bent down to kiss me, letting the
rings in her tits drag briefly on my chest, and then she got off of me.
“We’ve got work to do,” she said, “but first, hubby, let’s eat lunch and
talk our way through what we’re going to do with our lives.”

We ate lunch in my apartment, and over lunch, we talked about the pros
and cons of our places. Neither of us liked the apartment complex I’d
lived in for the last five years and her loft clearly had more space. On
the other hand, her loft wasn’t conventional, with its lack of walls
around the bathroom area and its location above a bookstore in an old
business district, it was hard for me to imagine myself living there.

She talked me into it, though. My last objection was that it would be
awkward to invite guests into a place with no private bathroom. I gave
in when she asked how many guests I’d entertained in my apartment; I
realized I’d never invited anyone in but the girlfriends I’d lived with,
and the last of those had moved out more than a year ago when she began
to show AIDS symptoms; it turned out she’d gotten it from her previous
lover, and I was damned lucky to have come away uninfected.

We hauled two carloads of my stuff to her place, enough to let me live
comfortably for a few days while we decided what to do with the rest of
our stuff. It was a hot day, though, so we called it quits after we
unloaded both of our cars at her place.

“It’s a holiday,” Anne said, sitting on her windowsill. “Let’s go for a
swim, then eat that picnic dinner we were planning. Isn’t there a pool
at the park where the city’s having the fireworks display?”

“Yes, but,” I sputtered. “Unless you take those rings out of your tits
and cunt, how can you wear a swimsuit? You told me that you and Janet
welded your rings so they were permanent!”

She chuckled. “What I’m wearing now is legal in the pool, the skirt was
even sold as swimwear. I’ve got a swimsuit you’ll like, though. Grab a
towel and your suit while I get mine, then let’s pack up a picnic supper
and go.”

We drove to the park, and as expected, had trouble finding a parking
space. The locker room at the pool was busy, but my mind was on my new
wife as I changed; I hardly noticed the other people in the men’s locker
room. I did notice others out on the pool deck, though. There’d been a
debate the previous summer about thong swimsuits at public pools, and
thongs had won out, but barely. More than a few were in evidence, and I
enjoyed watching the bare flesh that was exposed as a result.

“How do you like it,” Anne said from behind me.

I turned and looked. She wore a white bikini; not particularly modest
but not unusually revealing. There was no evidence of the rings in her
tits or between her legs.

“Wow,” I said. “But where are your rings? I thought they’d show.”

“They do, a bit,” Anne said, smiling. “Come on, let’s swim.”

She was a good swimmer, and we ended up swimming into the early evening.
I mean swimming, too, not just lounging in the water or “catching rays”
on the pool deck. When the pool lights came on, we realized that we’d
been in the water for hours and that the fireworks would start soon.

We hurried to get dressed, tossed our wet towels in the car, and grabbed
our picnic supplies for a late dinner before the fireworks. Fortunately
we hadn’t brought anything that needed cooking, just a cooler of drinks
and sandwiches. We found a good spot for a picnic under a lone oak tree
on top of a small hill. It promised a good view of the fireworks while
being far enough away to avoid the worst of the crowd.

While we were swimming, Anne worked me hard enough to make me ignore her
rings and her apparently unlimited interest in sex, but as she bent over
to spread our picnic blanket and get a sandwich for herself, it hit me
again. The hem of her tight white spandex skirt rose high enough that I
saw the bottoms of the rings between her legs and the gold bead at the
end of the chain from her clit, and when she leaned over the cooler, her
camisole fell away from her chest enough that I could clearly see the
rings in her tits.

While she ate, we sat cross legged on the blanket facing each other, and
she smiled when she noticed me looking at the exposed hardware between
her legs. As she finished her sandwich, she leaned back on one hand and
took a sip of her drink, then shocked me by using her free hand to toy
with the gold bead that hung from her clit.

“Anne,” I said, feeling my cock harden as I watched her. “We’re in the
park surrounded by people, don’t you care who sees what you’re doing?
You could get arrested!”

She smiled coyly at me as she continued to tug at the bead. “I care to
let you see; nobody else sees anything but a pretty girl who’s relaxing
with one hand resting on her thigh; besides, it’s almost dark enough that
I could take all my clothes off without anyone noticing.”

Just then, the fireworks began. While we packed up the remains of our
picnic, I wondered if she was seriously threatening to undress. She
wasn’t; she turned out to have other ideas. I leaned my back against the
trunk of our oak tree, and she sat next to me and snuggled against my
side while we watched the show.

I held my arm around her, while she rested a hand on my thigh, and after
a few minutes, she put her free hand over mine and slid it up under her
camisole. It was nice holding my hand on the bare skin of her side, but
that wasn’t what she wanted. She nudged my hand up towards her tit and
slid her other hand up my thigh to fondle my cock.

I experimented tentatively with the ring in her tit, and she nuzzled my
neck gently and then whispered in my ear. “Unzip your pants.”

I did, expecting her to slip a finger or two in to touch my cock. She
had other ideas. She shifted herself into my lap, leaned back against my
chest, and rested for a moment while she enjoyed the show. It was a good
fireworks show, but she was better. I played with her tits and the rings
she wore in them with both hands for a while while we both watched the
fireworks, and then she reached a hand between her legs and pulled my
cock free of my pants.

Somehow, she managed to slip it into her cunt before it was fully erect,
and then she started to squirm, very slowly and gently. She leaned her
head on my shoulder and when there was a pause in the fireworks display,
she whispered. “Good?”

“Nice,” I whispered, “but everyone can see us!”

She chuckled. “They’re watching the fireworks, silly; besides, there’s
not much to see.”

I continued to play with her tits while she gently squirmed, and despite
my misgivings, I was very excited. My cock felt huge, and every move
Anne made sent a shiver of exquisite pleasure through me. I was out of
control, unable to thrust or withdraw as she sat on me, but with every
thundering flash of the fireworks, I could feel her body vibrate against
my cock, exciting me even more.

As the fireworks reached their thundering finale, I came; the sensation
of Anne’s cunt engulfing my cock was overwhelming, even more so than the
continuous stream of concussions from the fireworks. I shuddered and
heaved under Anne, then collapsed back against the tree behind me.

My body was spent and my mind was reeling as I leaned against the tree in
the deafening silence after the fireworks finale. People applauded the
show, and Anne joined them from my lap, then gently slid off my cock and
tucked it back into my pants before she stood up.

Anne stood over me, and I looked up and studied her by the light of the
distant streetlights. I was flustered and a bit confused by what we’d
just done, but my new wife looked calm and happy. She held out her hand
to help me up after I’d stared at her for a while, then picked up our
stuff and led me back to the car.

“That was great,” she said as she unlocked the car, “but stop gawking at
me and zip up your pants.”

Upon arriving at the cabin, we toss our clothes onto a chair near the
fireplace. Our bodies are still damp and she is shivering slightly. She
decides to take a shower and heads for the bathroom. “How about a drink to
help warm you up?” I ask, heading for the kitchen.

“Sounds good” she replies, closing the door to the bath. I hear the water
running as I make us each a whiskey sour. The clock on the wall begins to
chime. Glancing at the clock, I notice the time – ten o’clock. We’ve been
here only two hours and already have begun acting like wild.
It feels good.

A slight chill passed through me and broke my into thoughts. I realized I was
still naked and beginning to feel cold from the lake water. Carrying our
drinks, I headed for the bathroom and a warm shower.

I push open the door and a wave of steam rolls into the cabin. She is still
in the shower and I can barely discern her outline through the frosted glass
door of the shower. As the steam clears, my view improves. I can see the
profile of her body now. The smooth lines of her legs, the softly-rounded
area of her stomach, and the gentle curves of her breasts. The sight of her
in the shower begins the arousal process in me. I set the glasses on the
corner of the sink.

I watch her through the glass as she showers. Her hands slide gracefully
along her curves, lathering her body in the warm water. She has an exquisite
body, and she is aware of it. She has always been comfortable with her
sexuality, willing to explore and find what excites her. It is this knowledge
of herself that has made me the lover I am. By knowing what pleases her, she
is able to direct me so I can please her.

Pausing as she reaches her breasts, she cups them and smoothes her hands over
them. Softly she caresses their fullness and gently teases her nipples. She
tosses her head back and lets the shower water splash across her body. I see
her shifting her legs and I know she is getting excited. As my erection
grows, I fight the urge to jump in the shower with her. I continue to watch.

Leaving one hand to fondle her breasts, the other hand follows the water as it
runs down her body. Slowly, the hand crosses her stomach and approaches the
junction of her thighs. As her hand disappears between her legs, I hear a
soft sigh from the shower. I know from the sound that her hand has found its
mark.

Although the shower glass does not provide a clear view, I watch as she
massages her body. Slippery hands, gliding over the rolling contours and into
the hidden valleys of her body. Gentle hands, teasing her breasts and
pleasing the inner reaches of her vagina. I wish they were my hands.

My erection has grown into a full-fledged hard-on and it twitches with each
beat of my now-racing heart. I cannot resist the urge to grab it and stroke
it in time with her movements. She is not yet aware of my presence. We
continue to masturbate, she on one side of the glass door of the shower and me
on the other. As her hand increases in speed, so does mine, and we begin
building toward our fantasy orgasms.

I watch as she continues to massage her breasts and dip into her treasure
chest. Based upon the sounds coming from the shower, she must be rolling her
fingers over her clit. I can almost feel the soft, warm, folds of her sexual
lips as they envelope her fingers. Knowing her body as I do, I know she is
wet and juicy now, and her fingers are sliding effortlessly into her deeper
reaches.

The sounds coming from the shower increase in volume and tempo. I know she is
approaching an orgasm without me, but I don’t care. I am in my own fantasy
world on the other side of the glass. I grip my prick and continue to
masturbate toward my own orgasm. Leaning back against the sink, I close my
eyes and remember our love-making in the lake. My hand continues its travels
up and down the length of my cock, stroking to the memory.

I don’t know if I made a noise or if she just sensed someone in the room, but
she slides open the shower door and is greeted by the sight of me leaning
against the bathroom sink, jacking off. The sound of the shower door opening
causes me to stop in mid-stroke. I am more than a little embarrassed and my
erection begins to fade.

“You naughty boy,” she teases, “you were watching me, weren’t you?”

“Yes.” There is little else I can say.

“Did it make you excited?” she asks. It seems to be a silly question in light
of my current state of erection.

“Well, what are we going to do about it?” Then, smiling, she says, “Why don’t
you come in here and we can ‘discuss it’.”

As I step into the shower, she immediately reaches for my cock and begins
where I had left off. In just a stroke or two, she has me back at full
erection. As I close the door to the shower, I reach for her love nest.
Dipping my fingers inside, I find her still wet and slippery and my fingers
slide into her easily.

We press our bodies close together and my hard-on pokes into her stomach. She
tilts my prick upwards, towards her breasts, catching it between our bodies,
and continues stroking. Our lips meet in passion. We stand in the spray of
the shower masturbating each other.

Her hand is firmly gripping and stroking my cock, from the hairy base to the
soft crown and back again. With her free hand she reachess for my balls to
softly squeeze them and feel them roll in her hand. Despite our recent
activity at the lake, I have recharged and reloaded and am ready to shoot.

The feel of her hand around my cock, sliding up and down the shaft, is giving
me immense pleasure. As I begin building to a climax, I search for her clit
to return the favor. Because she had been masturbating in the shower longer
than I had been masturbating in the room, her clit is swollen with desire and
I easily tease her toward her peak.

We continue our rubbing and stroking motions on each other. As her hips begin
answering my probing fingers, my hips begin thrusting my prick through her
fingers. As I pick up the pace with my cock, she responds with her body. Up
and down her hand slides on my cock, in and out my fingers probe in her
sheath. Faster and faster our motions become, each trying to coax the cum from
the other.

Just as we are about to bring each other to a climax, she releases her grip on
me. She breaks our kiss and pushes my hand away. “No,” she says, and turns
around, putting her back toward me.

“What’s wrong?” I ask, and then realize what she is doing.

Placing her feet as wide apart as she can, she bends at the waist and grabs
the faucet handles in the shower. A very pleasant sight comes into view
between her legs and her action needs no further explanation.

Holding my cock in my hand, I move up behind her. I rub the full length of it
along her slit several times, mixing her lubrication with the juices that have
escaped from the tip of my cock. We are both so aroused that even this
simple action causes us to moan. I continue teasing her for a few strokes
before slipping the head of my prick inside her folds.

Slowly, I push forward and slide easily into her warm, wet, confines. Ever
onward travels my miniature miner, searching for the deepest regions of this
cavern he has discovered. The miner crawls along this tight-fitting path;
probing the sides, top, and bottom of the cave; until he reaches the end of
his shaft. I pause, allowing her body to adjust to the size of the intruder,
before retreating. Holding her hips steady, I begin the rhythm we both enjoy
so much.

As I pull my cock out, her sex lips grip me tightly and provide new
stimulation for her clit. I withdraw until only the head remains inside, then
reverse direction and plunge back into her warmth. In this position I can
watch my cock travel in and out of her body. I see her sex lips holding onto
my thickness and responding to our motion. The sight of my hard penis and her
soft lips drives me crazy and I begin moving faster.

I need to feel her body close to me, so I lean over and reach for her breasts.
I find them and tease her nipples into erection. As I roll the nipples
between my fingers I continue to probe her pussy with my prick. Cupping her
breasts in my hands, I feel their soft fullness and gently squeeze and caress
them with my palms. As I do so, I can feel her close herself around my cock
and realize her orgasm cannot be far behind.

My hands leave her breasts and travel across her stomach to her love box. My
fingers explore her junction, searching for her clit. I find it and begin
massaging her toward orgasm. I match the actions of my fingers to the
thrusting of our loins, pushing her closer and closer to a climax. I feel her
close around me even tighter and know she will come very soon.

Her climax is approaching rapidly now, and she pushes herself harder and
faster onto my cock. Plunging faster and faster into her body, I rub her clit
and press it against my pulsing prick. I feel my balls tighten as they get
ready to release their contents into her container. Faster and faster and
faster we move, until we reach our ultimate velocity. We simply cannot
possibly fuck any faster.

Suddenly, there is no turning back. My prick extends as far as it can into
her, my balls tighten and spray the first jet of cum into her box. Her orgasm
hits as she feels my cum paint her interior walls. The timing is incredible.
With each pulse of my prick I can feel the grip of her walls as we attain a
simultaneous orgasm.

As I deposit the last of my cum into her depths, my legs weaken. It is only
because of our position that I do not fall flat on my face in the shower.
Holding her closely, I continue to press her loins against mine as our orgasm
fades into memory.

Reluctantly, I remove my prick from her and allow her to stand. She turns to
face me and we embrace. The once-warm water begins to cool, but it does
nothing to quell our passion. Her hand reaches for my dwindling cock and she
gently squeezes and strokes it. For the time being, I have nothing left to
give her, but that does not diminish the pleasure I feel as she rubs my rod.

Realizing the water will not be getting any warmer, we wash each other
somewhat quickly, pausing to pay special attention to the “good parts”. We
turn off the shower and step into the room. She grabs a couple of towels and
heads for the bedroom. I take the drinks and follow closely behind.

We dry ourselves as we sip our whiskey sours. Once dry, we wrap the towels
around our bodies and lie down on the bed. I move close to her and cradle her
head on my shoulder. As we lie there, finishing our drinks, we talk.

“It’s really nice here the woods”, she says. “Quiet, peaceful, romantic”.

“Yes, it is,” I reply. “It’s just what we needed – some time alone – to
rediscover ourselves.”

“And what have you discovered?” she asks.

“I’ve discovered what I knew all along”, I answer, “I’ve discovered that I
love you, that I love making love to you.”

“Must be something in the water”, she teases, and we both laugh at the double
meaning of the statement.

As we laugh, the towel loosens around her. Her breasts peek out from the
edges of the towel. They are beautiful breasts; soft yet firm, nicely rounded
and full. Centered upon each mound is a circular brown aureole with a raised
nipple at the hub. I have always loved her breasts. I love to caress them,
to tease them, to suck on her nipples and feel them grow in my mouth.

Her nipples are slightly erect as they pop out from beneath the towel, and I
cannot resist the urge to fondle and kiss her breasts. Her chest heaves as
first contact is made. She pushes her breasts up into my face.

I kiss the perimeter of each breast, working from one to the other, climbing
each mountain toward its peak. As my kisses reach the summit, her body begins
shifting on the bed, and I know I am arousing her once again. My lips climb
down the mountains and begin a trip south.

Traveling down from her breasts, I kiss a large circle across her chest and
stomach, pushing the towel out of the way with my face. Reaching the crest of
her forest, I move around the edges to her thighs. Slowly, I work my way
along the top of her thigh to the knee. At the knee I move two inches inward
and begin a return route toward the junction of her thighs. Skirting the area
once again, I move along the other thigh in a similar manner. Twice more I
take the trip along her thighs, each time approaching closer and closer to the
center of her body.

With each passing journey her body responds, pressing her loins up into my
face as I pass by. The towel lay completely open now, as though I have just
unwrapped a gift. And I have. Peering into the center of her thighs, I see
the glistening of her sex lips, moist with anticipation. They are an open
invitation to explore the nether region of her body.

I continue kissing and licking around the edges of her, slowly working my way
toward the central target. Her hips rise and fall, pushing up in search of my
teasing tongue. I dance away from her each time, only to return and tease
again. Finally, to satisfy her longing and my taste buds, I allow her hips to
place the target at my disposal.

She lets out a controlled moan at the first contact of lips on lips and pushes
herself into my face. Extending my tongue, I lap at her now dripping bowl and
begin probing her slit. Her response is to press her loins onto my tongue.

Using my tongue as a spoon, I drag it along the length of her opening and lick
her juices. I love the taste of her. I could spend hours at her deli,
sampling the delights of her fruit. If only my tongue were longer. Then I
could delve deeply into her and taste the source of her sweetness.

Long, luscious licks of her love box only serve to improve the quality of her
offering. The taste of her is driving me crazy. I begin an assault on her
clit in an attempt to make her release more of her honey. I jab at her clit,
rolling it on the flat of my tongue, dragging it along the full length of my
tongue. Probing the edges of her lips, pulling the hood of her clit with my
lips, again and again I attack.

Concentrating first on the deeper reaches of her vagina, I dip my tongue far
inside her. Then I withdraw to circle her clit and lick her sex lips. Lapping
and tonguing at her cleft, I continue to coax her toward a climax. Around and
around I drive my tongue, licking, sucking, teasing, rolling, tasting her
free-flowing juices. I want her to come on my tongue. I want to taste the
juice from deep within her. I want to feel her clit grow and her walls close
around my tongue.

Her breathing is rapid and I can feel her orgasm approaching. I tongue her
faster and faster, concentrating more on her clit, and she thrusts her body up
into my face. Her hips are tossing on the bed and I struggle to maintain
contact. Her hands go to my head to direct me for the final assault as her
orgasm hits.

Her body heaves as she climaxes in wave upon wave of satisfaction. Her hips
press upward onto my probing tongue and she releases the flood gates from deep
within her well. I continue lapping and licking at her, attempting to gather
as much of her juice as possible. I press my lips over her sex lips and suck
at her cup as her orgasm subsides. Finally assured her climax is complete, I
lick her inner thighs and her outer lips for any remaining sweetness. Her
sexual lips are swollen in a combination of desire and satisfaction. I gently
kiss them in thanks for their contribution to my taste buds and slowly begin
the trip back up her body.

Reaching her breasts, I softly suckle them and caress the fully-extended
nipples with my tongue. The hard tips poke at my tongue and I know I have
pleased her. Her breathing begins to return to normal and she softly sighs in
satisfaction. Her legs twitch in the afterglow of her orgasm and she presses
her thighs together as several aftershocks strike.

Arriving at her lips, I kiss her passionately and hold her closely. There
seems to be a glow over her entire body and a look of ultimate pleasure upon
her face. I am satisfied that I have done well.

I turn onto my back and lie next to her. Her mind clears and she raises up
onto an elbow and peers into my eyes.

“That was great!”, she says, “But what about you?” Looking down, she sees my
cock poking up under the towel. Reaching down, she gropes my tool through the
terry teepee. As she kisses my lips she pushes aside the towel, freeing my
pole.

Gripping my prick in her hand, she begins kissing my body. She elects to take
a direct route and works her way down my body in a straight line, crossing my
chest and stomach and arriving quickly at her goal. She tilts my prick up
away from my body and slips the head into her mouth. We groan in unison as
her lips close around the satiny crown of my prick.

She looks up at me with her soft brown eyes and begins feeding the shaft into
her mouth. More and more of me disappears, until her mouth is stuffed with my
hardness. Holding her lips tight around the shaft, she raises her head and
withdraws my cock. She strokes my throbbing cock and licks her lips as she
stares into my eyes.

“How’s that?”, she asks. “Do you like that?” (What a question!!)

“You bet!”, I reply, as my hard-on increases by two sizes.

She continues to stare into my face to see the pleasure as she opens her mouth
and devours my cock again. Once more she stuffs her mouth full of my cock and
then withdraws it. Her tongue lashes out and she laps at the head, swirling
her tongue around and around the crown. She strokes my length and squeezes
the shaft. As she licks and kisses the head, her lips and tongue become
coated with my grease. Her eyes close as she licks my slippery cockhead and
her lips.

The sight of her enjoying my cock excites me even more and I begin pumping
through her hand. Her hand tightens around my cock to hold me still. Her
grip makes it clear this is to be her blow job, and I am not going to do
anything but enjoy it. Suits me just fine!

She holds my cock and licks along the shaft to my balls. Reaching the sac,
she tickles them with her tongue and strokes my shaft. She lifts my balls
with her hand and gently sucks them. In spite of our earlier encounters, they
seem to be full of cum again. Returning her attention to my cock, she again
licks her way along the shaft to the head.

Once again slipping my erect organ into her mouth, she begins a sliding motion
up and down my length. As her mouth engulfs my prick, her tongue wraps around
the shaft, working me into a frenzy. The combination of her saliva and my
juice allows my cock to slide back and forth between her lips with virtually
no resistance. She is no longer looking into my eyes, electing instead to
concentrate on the hard cock in her mouth.

My prick continues pistoning up and down between the oval of her lips and she
cups my balls, coaxing the cum from them. As I watch her head bob on my
prick, I feel the pressure building as I near eruption. I am just itching to
shoot in her mouth.

I always love it when she sucks me off, and I think she enjoys it as well. The
feeling of a hard cock gliding in and out of her mouth, back and forth over
her tongue; the knowledge that she is giving tremendous pleasure to the one
she loves; the same basic reasons (with a change of equipment) that I love
giving her head. She speeds up her actions on my member, releasing my balls
to devote full attention to my pending orgasm.

Faster and faster she plunges my cock in and out of her mouth, relying solely
on her lips and tongue to bring me off. She grabs my cock at the base to
keep it pointed straight at her mouth for the final attack. Her head becomes
a blur at my loins as she goes after my climax.

“I’m gonna cum,” I warn. I can no longer hold back the urge to assist in my
orgasm, and I begin thrusting into her warm mouth.

She feels my cock swell as it loads up to shoot. Having come twice tonight,
the first release is a gentle spurt, landing softly on her tongue. She holds
my prick lightly in her hand, almost as if she were taking my pulse. And, in
a way, she is – her fingertips can detect every convulsion of my erupting
cock; and each convulsion is followed by a squirt of juice that spreads across
her tongue. She milks the cum from my cock; sucking and squeezing the shaft
to pull it all from my balls.

In a matter of moments my orgasm is over. My prick begins to go limp in her
mouth and the cum stops flowing. She licks my cock clean and eventually
release my softening prick from her lips. Climbing back up my body, her lips
meet mine in another passionate embrace.

“Any chance of getting it up again tonight?” she asks, hopefully.

“I’d love to, but you have completely drained me.”

“That’s okay” she says. “We have all weekend. Let’s get some sleep.” She
lays her head on my chest and presses her warm body close to mine.

“All weekend” I think, “I don’t know if I can take it!”

First, Bob’s version…

Last summer, I had a rather interesting vacation experience.

My wife and I were attending an academic conference in Florida. I was
presenting a paper at the conference, so my University was picking up the
tab for me to attend the conference. The down side, of course, was that I
had to attend several of the meetings instead of getting the chance to
hang out on the beach. A small price to pay, I thought, for a free trip to
Tampa

We arrived in Tampa on Thursday afternoon. We were staying at a motel
separate from the main hotel/conference center where the conference was
being held. We had decided that a location closer to the beach would be
better, even though it meant that I would have to take a taxi to the
meetings several miles away.

We decided that we had only enough time to take a quick shower before
heading for dinner. Cindy, my wife, had brought along her sexy red dress
to wear ‘out on the town’, so she laid it out to wear that evening, and went
into the shower. Cindy is 29 and keeps herself in great shape. Her long
blonde hair is a fantastic turn on, and she runs several miles a day so that
her legs are firm and strong.

While she was taking her shower, I stepped outside our motel room onto
the balcony to get a view of the Gulf of Mexico. The view was spectacular.
Down below, I could see the swimming pool. I checked out all the girls
there, but I didn’t really see any beauties. This was mainly a family
motel, so it seemed like almost everyone was with their families.

As I stood looking out at the sunset, the sliding glass door of the room
next door slid open, and 2 guys about college age came out. Our rooms
were situated so that we would share the balcony. They were a bit
startled to see me standing there, I think. But anyhow, they just smiled a
polite ‘hi’ and began talking to each other.

“I can’t believe we picked this stupid motel for our great ‘bachelor’s last
vacation’” said the taller one, with black hair.

“Really!!” exclaimed the blonde. “There isn’t a single good looking woman
within 2 miles of this motel. So much for our fantasies of Florida bikinis,
huh?”

Just then, an enormous middle-aged mother waddled out into the pool area
and started yelling… no, screaming… at her kids. The guys just looked at
each other and sighed.

They continued talking for a few minutes, and then turned to me and
started a polite conversation. They asked me about myself, and I
explained about my wife and I being in town so I could attend the academic
conference. I could see their eyes glazing over as I spoke, and I could tell
that they had written my wife and I off as just another middle-aged
couple. (I am 37, so they probably assumed that my wife would look like
the lady screeching down by the pool.)

They then began to tell me about themselves. They had both just recently
graduated from college in May, and they were both planning to get married
near the end of the summer and start to work. They had arranged things
with their fiancees so that they could have one last big road trip before
the weddings… they had planned (secretly, of course, their fiances would
never have agreed ) to spend their time in Florida chasing after the college
girls who would be covering the place up.

Unfortunately, they had seriously miscalculated the location of the
eligible women in the state of Florida. Where ever they *were* that
summer (they told me in an exasperated tone of voice)… they *were not*
at this particular motel, or anywhere near there.

Even worse, they had to leave the very next morning. So it looked like the
whole vacation was a bust for them.

Just then, our conversation was interrupted by my wife’s entrance from
inside the room to the balcony. She was wearing her red dress, and was
looking HOT. The instant I looked up to see her coming toward me on the
balcony, she was flipping up her hair to put in her earrings. Something
about the gesture was so incredibly sexy… I felt my dick begin to slightly
(ever so slightly) stiffen at the sight.

I looked over at the guys and, to tell you the truth, they were shocked
speechless. Here they were, lamenting the lack of beautiful women
anywhere around, and this perfect specimen of womanhood walks onto the
balcony…

As for Cindy, she just looked over at the guys and batted her eyes in a very
flirtatious way. She likes to tease, see. That is how we met in the first
place. She has always been very hot to look at, and she is the sort of
woman who adds to her own beauty by using lots of sexy gestures.

I introduced myself (Bob) and my wife, Cindy to the guys. I was about to
introduce the guys to Cindy, and I realized that I had forgotten their
names. Luckily, Allan, the tall one with black hair, introduced himself and
his friend Tony, who was shorter and had blonde hair.

I excused myself and went to take my shower. Cindy said that she would
just wait outside and talk to our new neighbors while waiting for me.

In the shower, I started to fantasize. I didn’t really have a clear picture
of my plan at the time, but I just started imagining Cindy getting fucked
by both the young men. I had always had a fantasy about watching her
going wild with some other man, and the conversation with the two guys
on the balcony, and the look in their eyes when they saw her, were just
enough to get my imagination going. As my dick grew harder in the spray
of the showerhead, I began to hatch my plan.

I thought it would be cool to have a bit of ‘fun’ with the guys. I don’t mean
that I wanted Cindy to *actually* fuck the guys… she would probably never
go for that. She is a flirt, but I don’t think she would actually do anything
that wild. So what I planned was very simple… I would get Cindy to ‘tease’
the guys mercilessly. She would enjoy the ‘challenge’… they would enjoy
the ‘anticipation’ and they would get over the disappointment of NOT
getting to have her eventually… and I would get material for fantasies to
last for years.

I finished up my shower quickly and dressed to go out to eat. I didn’t know
exactly what my next move would be, but I knew that I had to get Cindy
alone to set up the plan *before* we left for the restaurant. I knew that
if we left the guys alone, they would probably go out to a bar and meet
some girls to bring back to the motel… thus making any ‘tease’ impossible.
Anyhow, since they were leaving the next morning, we probably wouldn’t
get to see them again even if they struck out once again.

When I stepped out onto the balcony, I was surprised to see that the guys
weren’t there. My heart sank, and I thought that my plan had failed even
before it had begun. But Cindy quickly reassured me when she said that
she had asked the guys to come along for dinner with us, and that she
hoped I didn’t mind. I just chuckled and calmly said that no, I didn’t mind,
and that it might be fun.

The guys had gone inside to get dressed nicely for the evening out. I took
advantage of the opportunity to let Cindy in on the details of Allan and
Tony’s troubles. She had to stifle a laugh when she heard about it. Then I
broached the topic of my plan.

“Why don’t we have a little fun and tease Allan and Tony?” I said.

“What do you mean?” she replied.

I explained to her what I meant. She could flirt with them outrageously
all evening… and get them really really worked up, just to see them
squirm… just for laughs.

She thought it was a great idea. I think that the idea of getting these two
young men hot for her turned her on in a way. Like I said, she always has
been a flirt of sorts. And I think she knew that I would get an ego boost
out of knowing that I, a nearly 40 year old, could be married to a wife who
could attract these young studs.

We laughed together quietly, and I could see her eyes sparkling. I wondered
what she had in mind, and figured that I would find out soon enough.

Finally, the guys came out onto the balcony and said that they were ready
to go. We all went out through our room and got into their car. We didn’t
have a car, remember, and had planned to take a cab.

Their car was a relatively spacious rental sedan. I don’t even remember
what kind of car it was… some boring thing from Detroit. But my mind was
racing, and I had an idea. I pretended that I had been thinking about buying
one of these, and asked if I could sit up front with Allan while we rode to
the restaurant. I knew that if Cindy were sitting alone with Tony in the
back, she would have a better opportunity to get his attention than if she
and I sat in the back of the car together.

We got in the car and took off. I couldn’t really see anything in the back. I
glanced back at Cindy, and she just smiled at me. I was hoping that she
hadn’t forgotten our plan and that she was stretching out her long legs for
Tony to see.

The restaurant we had picked was some miles away. We drove away from
the brightly lit beach area onto a relatively lonely road. The road ran
through a forest area to an undeveloped little section of the Gulf front,
where the boats came in. I had heard that this restaurant, where the food
was fresh off the boat, was the best around. Allan and I made small talk
in the front seat, and Cindy and Tony were silent in the back.

When we got to the restaurant, I jumped out of the car quickly to open
Cindy’s door. I always try to be a gentleman, even if such behavior is out
of fashion these days… I was just raised that way, I suppose. When I
opened the door, I got a real eyeful of Cindy’s legs! She had apparently sat
down ‘innocently’ in a way so that her dress was pushed way up on her
legs! I smiled to myself as I realized that she was working the plan
perfectly.

The restaurant was good. Not great, as I had been hoping, but good The
food was only acceptable. Oh, well, I guess you can’t win them all. But if
the food was just o.k., it was more than made up for by Cindy’s behavior
She was driving us all nuts with her flirtations. A couple of times, the
guys got a sort of concerned look on their face… I guess they were afraid
that I would get mad or something.

Cindy had unbuttoned her dress in the front just a little bit… just enough
that we could easily see her breasts peeking through. On top of that, she
steered the conversation toward sex. She did it so skillfully, that I didn’t
even realize we were on the topic until we were each telling about our
‘first time’… I guess that since I had sex on the mind so much, it didn’t
take much to get me on the topic.

Cindy was drinking quite a bit with dinner. I held back some myself,
because I didn’t think it would be good for us BOTH to get drunk in front of
total strangers. The conversation shifted from ‘first times’ to sex
fantasies. The guys confessed their plans for this weekend vacation.
When it was my turn, I made a relatively lame confession of a fantasy
about having a student come on to me for grades. Then it was Cindy’s turn
and she really knocked us out!

“You know what my fantasy is?” she began. “I have always fantasized
about having sex with both my husband and someone else at the same time.
Something turns me on about the idea of having two men want me at the
same time.”

Then she asked what we all thought of that. I played my part in the game
by saying ‘Well, it would have to be with the right guy, of course.’ They
guys teased Cindy back a bit by asking if she would consider having *2*
guys with her husband. Then they both admitted that they had fantasized
about both having sex with a girl, but said that they probably would never
get the chance.

Cindy was really tipsy by now, and really playing our flirt plan to the MAX.
She just laughed and said “Hey, boys, you just never know when the right
chance my come along…” She licked her lips and seductively took a sip of
her drink.

We quickly left the restaurant. This time, Tony drove us back and I sat in
the front. This left Cindy and Allan in the back together. As we started
out on the trip, we all continued talking loudly, but after a few minutes I
noticed that only Tony and I were talking. I smiled to myself and thought
that Cindy must have pulled the trick with her dress on Tony. I could just
imagine Tony back there gaping at her legs, and her just staring straight
ahead and smiling.

We went straight back to the hotel then, since I had to get up pretty early
to go to my meeting, and the guys were planning to get an early start on
the road in the morning. We decided that we would have a quick drink on
the balcony and then go to sleep.

Cindy and I went into our room, and the guys said that they would meet us
on the balcony in a few minutes, with some mixed drinks.

As soon as our door was closed, even before I could get the light turned on,
Cindy attacked me and gave me a passionate kiss. I leaned her back
against the wall and started to grind into her gently. I took my hands
down to the edge of her dress and reached underneath. She moaned as I
moved my hands upward to reach inside her panties.

You can just imagine how my hand jumped when I encountered her bare
pussy hairs She wasn’t wearing any panties! I smiled and asked her
where her panties were… she said that she had taken them off at the
restaurant when she went to the restroom… to make her feel more horny…
to make the plan go all the better.

I smiled. I moved my hands back up to her pussy and pushed one finger
slowly inside her, rubbing on her clit. She was so sopping wet that my
finger slipped right in… the feeling was incredible. I started moving my
finger in and out of her slowly while kissing her neck.

She interrupted me and reminded me that we had to meet the guys out on
the balcony. “The fun is just beginning,” she said. I had to go to the
restroom, so I told her to head on out and that I would be out in just a
minute.

I went to the restroom. I was only in there for just a few minutes, I
know, because I was in a hurry to get back to the action. So I know that
things must have moved pretty quickly while I was in there.

When I came out of the restroom of the hotel room, I turned out the
restroom light. This left our room in total darkness. In contrast, the
balcony was flooded with light from Allan and Tony’s room. What I saw
going on there will keep my fantasy life in shape for the rest of my life.

All three of them were standing on the balcony facing out to sea. Cindy
was in the middle, and the two guys were standing on either side of her…
close… closer than was necessary. They were both standing so close they
their bodies were rubbing up against hers. Music was coming from inside
their room, and Cindy was swaying back and forth in time to the music.
The guys each had one hand on her back and quickly moved their hands
down to her gyrating ass.

I turned on a light inside the apartment, to warn them that I was coming
out. I didn’t want to ruin the mood of the evening by scaring them all.
They quickly moved a step away from her and dropped their hands to their
sides when they saw the light from my room come from behind them.

I walked out onto the balcony and picked up the drink that they had left for
me. We all sat down in these lounge chairs and starting talking. Cindy and
I were sitting on one side of the balcony, and the guys were sitting on the
other. The lounge chairs were the long kind, and Cindy couldn’t really sit
properly on them in her dress. She said that she had to go inside to
change.

While she was inside changing, I asked the guys what they thought of her.
I thought for a minute that they were going to seriously ask me if they
could fuck her I was glad when they didn’t ask, because I was in no mood
to end the party so soon.

Pretty soon, Cindy came back outside wearing her nightgown. This
nightgown is one of those long t-shirt kind of things. The only thing is… it
isn’t really as long as it is supposed to be… she accidentally bought it a
size too small, and it exposed quite a bit of her legs and was really tight
around her tits.

She sat down in the chair beside me and casually sat with her legs apart.
I couldn’t really tell from my angle if she was showing them anything. I
was shocked that she would show them anything, if she was. I couldn’t
believe how much she was getting into this.

We talked for awhile longer, and then I announced that I was getting really
tired. I guess all the excitement had really worn me out. Anyway, I
thought that the tease was getting a little too out of hand. The guys were
starting to look like hungry wolves… and Cindy was getting a bit too
daring.

Cindy followed me inside and closed the curtains dramatically. She went
to the restroom then, for a second. I got undressed and into bed to wait
for her.

She jumped into bed quickly when she came out. I touched her gently… and
POW, she jumped on me like an animal. She started kissing me like crazy.
I reached under her nightgown t-shirt to finger her, and… wow She was
wearing panties…

When I expressed my surprise, she laughed and said “Do you think I would
*show* them anything?” Then she started kissing me feverishly, and I
helped her pull her panties off. She swung around on top of me and plunged
down on my aching dick. I came almost instantly, and we rolled over and
went to sleep. I slept like a log, it was incredible.

The next day, I had to get up early to go to the meeting. When the wake up
call came, I found it difficult to even open my eyes. What a night the night
before had been. I noticed that Cindy was laying completely nude beside
me. I smiled at her beautiful face and got ready to go to the conference.

The meetings were boring, so I left early.

When I got home to the motel, I got another surprise. I had been unable to
find my key that morning, so I knocked on the door. When Cindy met me at
the door, her face was flushed and she was sweating. I had caught her
masturbating She was so hot that she wouldn’t even let me finger her…
she just jumped into bed and pulled me under the covers as quickly as I
could get dressed. I fucked her hard and fast.

Well, that was about it for my vacation experience. We never saw Tony
and Allan after that. Guys out there, listen up… it can make your woman
hot as a firecracker to flirt with other guys, and it gives you an ego boost
as well… and so long as she gets that kind of excitement, you know you
don’t have to worry about her fucking someone else…

————– (Note from Cindy: And now my version…)

It was the most incredible experience of my life. I wonder sometimes
what Bob would do, if he knew the whole story. I don’t know if he would
divorce me, or if he would just get more turned on than ever about it. But
to be on the safe side, I will never tell him the whole story.

For me, the story begins when I came out of the shower that evening
when we arrived. I was looking forward to a pretty dull and relaxing
vacation. I planned to spend most of my time at the beach while Bob was
at his meetings. Boring, sure… but I really was looking forward to the
break.

But when I stepped out onto that balcony, I somehow just knew that
this would be an interesting trip. Even though I had never done anything
unusual sexually in a long time, I had been feeling especially sexy
recently. I guess I was approaching my ’sexual peak’. Guys supposedly
reach that peak at age 17, and women supposedly reach it at about 35. I
was 29 then, and I am 30 now… so either I have reached my peak early, or I
have a hell of a decade ahead of me.

Bob introduced me to the guys and went on inside to take his shower.
Let me tell you about these guys… they weren’t outrageously handsome…
they were just good-looking in that nice, clean-cut way. Allan, the taller
one, had dark hair and a really lean build. Tony, the shorter of the two, had
a sort of sandy brown to blonde hair and ‘boyish’ looks.

Anyhow, as soon as Bob was inside, they started hitting on me Not in
that crass bar-room manner, but in a really nice kind of way. It is hard to
explain… maybe I was just really horny.

They explained that they had come to Florida looking for ‘fun’ girls, but
didn’t find any. Well, as Bob told you, I have always been something of a
‘flirt’, so I said “Hey, you found me… don’t you think I could be fun.” The
guys looked absolutely shocked.

To my surprise, they took me seriously. Their eyes sort of lit up and
they looked at each other. They started teasing with me… “I don’t know,”
said Allan. “What is your idea of fun?”

Tony chimed in. “Yeah, really… our idea of fun and your idea of fun
might not be the same thing…” He smiled.

“Try me,” I said… foolishly. “I bet I am more fun than you think.”

“Give me a kiss, then.” Tony smiled as he said this. I could tell that he
knew I was only teasing… or thought he knew… so he called my bluff.

I looked flustered…. “What? ?” I exclaimed, in mock horror. “KISS you?
? ?”

Allan laughed. “Well, I guess you aren’t as fun as you said, then, are
you?”

I took the bait. “Oh, yeah?”

I glanced quickly inside to see what Bob was up to. I saw that he was
nowhere to be seen… still in the shower.

Tony was sitting down by now, and I walked over to his lounge chair
and sat down on his lap. He put his arms around my back, and I put my
arms around his neck… and gave him a deep and passionate kiss. I could
feel his dick get hard beneath me.

That kiss… wow… I can hardly describe it. The excitement of knowing
that this guy was a total stranger… and knowing that my husband could
walk out at ANY moment was a thrill. I had been pretty wild before I got
married, but for the last 7 years, I had done NOTHING even remotely close
to this. I was so carried away, I hardly noticed Allan moving over closer
to us.

Allan startled me with a tap on the shoulder. I turned with a start, and
he lifted me up and into his arms and started to give me the kind of kiss I
had given his friend Tony. I was so hyped up… my heart was beating so
fast… I just practically melted in his arms. It was incredible.

We broke off our kiss and I said “Was that enough fun for you guys?”
with a sexy smile and a toss of my head. Before they could answer, we
heard the shower cut off. Bob would be out of the shower any second. The
guys were both sporting massive erections through their shorts, so I knew
that they had to get inside quickly. I was afraid that they would get away
from me, so I quickly suggested that they go in and change and then join us
for dinner. They agreed instantly. Of course.

Bob came out on the balcony sporting an erection of his own. I told him
that I had invited the guys to dinner. I was afraid of how he would react,
but he took it perfectly. He told me what he knew about the guys being
stuck in Florida and horny, and I couldn’t help but laugh. After all, I knew
exactly how horny they really were!

Bob told me of his plan, and I couldn’t believe it. Here was my own
husband, asking me politely to do what I intended fully to do all along. I
figured that if I was planning to flirt a little, and if he was all for that…
then I could push things a bit and still not get into trouble… I could flirt a
LOT.

Bob has expressed a fantasy about seeing me fuck another man. I have
always said that I was against the idea, but mainly because I know that,
whatever his fantasy is, Bob probably couldn’t handle that sort of thing.
He likes to TALK about things, but I don’t think he really wants to do them.
It isn’t his fault really. I think almost all guys have some kind of ‘macho’
hang-ups that keep them from realizing what they REALLY want.

The guys came back out a couple of minutes later, and we all piled into
their car. I got into the back seat with Tony. As we pulled out of the
parking lot I looked over at him, gave him a smile, and licked my lips.

Nothing much happened for a few minutes. But then we were driving
through a really dark section of woods. The clouds were covering the
moon, so inside the car it was completely pitch black. Bob and Allan were
talking about the car up front, and the music was playing pretty loudly. I
looked over at Tony, and I could barely even make out his face.

Suddenly, I felt his hand on my thigh. His hand was warm. He was
caressing me lightly, as if unsure about what to do. I reached down and
grabbed his arm and guided his hand upward toward my waiting pussy He
knew what to do then… his hand rubbed on my mound through my panties.
After a couple of minutes of this, I was so hot I wanted his finger inside
me.

I looked up at the road ahead, and could see nothing but darkness ahead.
The music was playing loudly enough that there was no way that Bob could
hear anything much. Still, all it would take would be one odd noise, and he
would surely turn around to see what was up. If he did, he probably
wouldn’t be able to see anything, unless the moon happened to come out at
that very moment.

Quickly and quietly, I pulled my dress up as high as I could. Then, I
reached down to my panties, raised my ass, and quietly slipped them down!
I pushed them down as far as I could, but left them over my ankles so that
I could pull them back up easily.

Tony slid over just a little bit closer too me, and reached out with his
hand again. I felt him caress my inner thigh, and then move over to my
crotch. He began to slowly massage my outer cunt lips, until I thought I
could no longer stand it. He then moved his hand a bit and eased one finger
into me. I was totally sopping wet, and the feeling was incredible. I could
smell sex in the air. I closed my eyes and leaned back as Tony began to
finger fuck me. He was so gentle and smooth, and settled into a nice slow
rhythm. I ground my ass into the seat with ecstasy

Suddenly, I felt the car come to a quick stop. I almost panicked. Tony
pulled his hand away quickly and I started to pull my panties back up. But
there was no time All I could do was use my feet to kick them off and
push them under the seat… The car pulled to a stop and Bob jumped out to
open my door for me. I was just in the process of pushing my dress down
when he opened the door. Fortunately, he didn’t see anything too
incriminating.

After all, he did tell me to flirt, didn’t he?

Once inside the restaurant, nothing much of interest happened, outside
of what Bob told you about up above. But there is one detail he neglected
to mention.

Bob got up and went to the restroom just after our conversation had
turned so sexy. After he was gone, the guys were sort of teasing me about
what I had said (about having a threesome with my husband and another
guy). I explained to them that my husband would never really go for such a
thing. He is simply too uptight. Allan took the bait: “Hey, no problem.
Just leave him at home. All you have to do is sneak out of your room late
tonight and tap on our door… we’ll wait up, we promise ” I made some joke
out of it, but I have to admit, I was interested.

On the way home, Allan sat in the back with me. Like on the ride there,
we went through some very dark territory. This time, though, I didn’t have
to waste the time getting my panties off. They were still where I had left
them, under the front seat of the car.

When we got back to the motel, I got the guys to fix us all a drink, but
with no alcohol. I knew that Bob hadn’t had much to drink, so I knew it
would be safe to ‘help him sleep’ by slipping one of my prescription
sleeping pills into his drink. You know, the funny thing is that even while
I was slipping him something to knock him out, I still didn’t think that I
had made up my mind about what to do!

Bob drank his drink dutifully, while I was showing my pussy off to the
guys. Remember when he talked about me sitting in that lounge chair?
Well, I *didn’t* have any panties on then I just put them on just before I
went to bed with Bob… to give him a sense of security.

When we went inside, Bob fucked me like a jackrabbit. It was over so
fast, I hardly felt anything. He just pumped me full of sperm and rolled
over. I waited about 30 minutes, to be sure that the drug had taken effect.
He was snoring loudly.

At that point, I got out of bed and walked out onto the balcony. The
breeze was incredible. I didn’t have any panties on at this time, and I
could fell the bits of Bob’s cum starting to ease out of me… I pulled up all
my courage, turned, and knocked on Allan and Tony’s glass balcony door.

The guys greeted me with big grins and a glass of gin. They had
changed out of the clothes they had worn to dinner and were now wearing
only swimtrunks and t-shirts. I was wearing only the cotton t-shirt
nightgown they had seen me in earlier.

Things were a bit nervous for a few minutes. The television was
playing, but we didn’t really pay much attention to it, and we tried to
make some small talk instead. Quickly, the atmosphere in the room
melted into warm friendliness as we picked up on our flirtatious banter
from earlier that evening.

“Would you like to watch a racy movie on television? They have a pay-
per-view movie that starts in a minute,” asked Allan.

I replied that I didn’t really think that a racy movie would be
necessary… after all, those were designed to put people ‘in the mood’. “Do
you guys need to get ‘in the mood’?” I asked my question with a smile and
a lick of my lips.

With that, I hopped onto one of the beds. I moved up near the pillows
and turned to face the guys. I was kneeling on the bed and smiling. “Does
anybody want to wrestle?” I asked.

Tony took the hint first. He jumped onto the bed and playfully tackled
me. He pulled my nightgown up over my head and tossed it aside
carelessly, leaving me completely naked. I laughed loudly as he wrestled
me down and started tickling me.

“Stop ” I cried out. I was afraid that my husband, Bob, would hear all
the ruckus and wake up! “We can’t make so much noise.”

Tony took the hint again and planted his lips on mine and gave me the
same kind of kiss that make my knees go weak earlier in the afternoon
when I sat on his lap in the lounge chair. Oh, his lips! So warm, so smooth.
I moaned and curled my legs with his.

Allan was getting a bit jealous, I think. He moved over to the other
side of me and began to rub my shoulders gently. When my kiss with Tony
reached something of a stopping point, I rolled over toward Tony and let
him begin to kiss me in the same way. The three of us went on like that
for some time, with me on my back rolling toward one of them and then
the other giving deep passionate kisses.

Finally, while I was back kissing Tony, Allan reached out and began to
rub my breast gently. I moaned and he moved his hands down to begin
caressing my thighs. I moved my legs apart and he began to gently fuck me
with one finger.

I stopped kissing Tony and began to kiss Allan while he finger fucked me.
While we were doing that, Tony stood up and remove his t-shirt and
shorts. I was really getting hot by now, as you can well imagine

Tony lay back down on the bed beside me and I reached over and grabbed
his hard cock. Allan stopped kissing me so that he could stand up and
disrobe as well. Tony took over the job and replaced Allan’s fingers with
his own.

The feeling welling up inside me was incredible. Finally, Tony pushed
my legs apart with his hands and climbed on top of me. He placed just the
head of his cock at my pussy lips and began to rub it up and down gently.
As he began to ease inside me, my breath was taken away. I felt every
inch of him slide into me deeper and deeper, ever so slowly. Finally, just
when I thought that I could take no more, he was all the way inside me.

I looked over and saw Allan sitting nude in the chair by the balcony,
smiling. But I didn’t spend long thinking about him… Tony was starting to
move inside me.

Tony pulled out almost as slowly as he had pushed into me. Then he
eased in deeply again. I groaned and whimpered out, saying “Put it all the
way in and just hold it there…”

When he was all the way back inside me, I began to use the muscles of
my vagina to massage his cock. He just held still while I squeezed his
cock and began to grind my hips up into him I pushed my clit up against his
cock and began to stroke up and down against him, giving me maximum
stimulation.

I felt like I was moving higher and higher. Finally he began to stroke in
and out of me with a steady rhythm. I just relaxed and let him take
control. He pulled my legs up high so that he could thrust more deeply into
me. He pumped harder and faster until I started to have a good orgasm.
When he felt my body begin to spasm, he plunged all the way inside me and
grinded softly into my clit… I exploded. When my orgasm was finished, he
picked up the pace again until I felt him tense and shoot into me.

He rolled off of me, exhausted. But I wasn’t exhausted at all Ordinarily,
one good fuck is all I need. But tonight, with the excitement of having 2
guys available at once, I felt insatiable. I jumped off the bed where Tony
was laying panting, and jumped over to the other bed, where Allan had
moved sometime while I was getting fucked the first time.

Now, my husband just won’t go down on me. I don’t mean that he
*never* will. He just doesn’t like to do it, and hardly ever offers. I
understand that some men just don’t like the idea, and I can accept that…
but they will never be great lovers.

Allan moved quickly over to me and began to kiss and caress my body.
He moved lower and lower until he reached my pussy and began to lick and
suck me there. I was so hot and so sensitive that I couldn’t take it for
very long… I pulled him up my body to kiss him on his lips.

As we kissed, he moved between my legs and began to tease me with
the head of his dick. This was the third dick within 2 hours to enter me,
and the largest by far. I was so slick at this point from the tender
caresses of his tongue that he was able to slip in very easily one slow
inch at a time.

Like his friend, he moved slowly and built to a climax. I began to
orgasm just before he exploded inside me. Now, finally, I felt exhausted
and sleepy. As he collapsed beside me, I smiled and closed my eyes.

I awoke about an hour later to find that the guys were both sound
asleep. I looked around to find my nightgown where we had carelessly
tossed it… unfortunately it had fallen on top of a beer lying on the floor…
the beer had knocked over and completely soaked the garment.

So I had to slip outside in the nude and then into my own room, where
my husband Bob was snoring away. I was so tired, I just hid the soaked
nightgown in my suitcase and climbed right into bed. Bob didn’t mention
my nakedness the next day… I guess he thought that I had just gotten hot
during the night. If only he knew how hot.

The next morning, I awoke to find Bob gone off to his meetings. He
would be gone all day. I knew that the guys next door would probably
already be gone. I got up and dressed in a pair of tight cutoffs and a t-
shirt and thought about heading down to the beach.

But suddenly, I heard a knock on the door. Yep, it was Allan and Tony.
They had been packing their car for the trip, and they found my panties on
the floor of the car. They thought it would be gentlemanly to return them.
Ho.

Well, to make a long story short, I invited them in and pretty soon we
were rubbing all over each other. Before long, Allan was standing behind
me and caressing me with his hands while Tony was standing in front of
me kissing me. Allan reached down to unbutton my shorts and push them
down over my hips to the floor. Tony didn’t miss a beat and began to
finger me gently. God, I couldn’t get enough of these guys.

Just then, there came a knock on the door. I ran over to the door to peek
out and to my shock, there was Bob It turned out that he had gotten out of
his meeting early, and that he had forgotten his motel room key. To this
day, I shake when I think about what might have happened if he had had his
key.

As it was, I quickly shooed the guys out the back onto the balcony and
answered the door… naked. Bob thought that I had been masturbating and
became very aroused and took me directly to bed to fuck me. I was ready
for it As he entered me, I looked over him toward the balcony door and
saw Allan and Tony smiling through the curtains. They waved good-bye
and I have not seen them since.

Cindy

This time I watch the next girl real close. She is obviously a pro from

another bar. Her moves are quick and sure. My date takes my hand and

whispers. “You don’t have to go if you don’t want to. But I want to see

you naked.” I look at him, and he has the most eager smile. How could

I turn him down? The girl finishes her act to lots of applause. She

sure did swing her pussy and ass around a lot. Is that what they want?

The sign says auditions! Oh, so that’s it. Auditions for dancers. Was
I supposed to try out? No way, Jose! My shape isn’t going to get me on
stage! I see somebody waiting outside … I approach him … correctly
guessing this is my date.

You opened the door wearing a bulky sweater made of angora
red skirt and no shoes..you had just gooten home from work
a few minutes earlier.
“Hi!” I said entering the door..”you sure look beat”
“come here..let me relax you!”
with that i took your hand and led you to the bedroom.

“Stand here” i asked and slowly started to undress you.
i removed the sweater slowly..my hands running genlty
under neath it…up to your bra…stopping there for a minute..
must move up now as your nipples ar starting to harden..
“lift your arms please kitten” i breathed into your ear..
making the goose flesh stand up..

I slowly removed your bra..running my nails gently over your breats
and nipples feeling them harden with desire…you turned your head
to kiss me…your mouth open, inviting..tongue moist…
“slow down kitten….wait.” i breathed into your ear again,
just touching the outer edge with my tongue.

i run my hands down your sides to your hips….thumbs hooking
into to the top of your dress and your panties…pulling
them down..down past the moist mound of pubic hair…down
past your pussy lips…i stop to inhale your scent.
“mmmmmmmmmm very sweet..I must taste” my long tongue
flicks out and brushes the hair just above your clit..
“OOOOOOOO” comes out of your mouth…you try and reach for me..
“not yet kitten” i breath out slowly…..”not yet”

i take you by the hand and lay you down on the bed..face down.
“where is that flavoured rubbing oil i bought?” i wonder out aloud.
“Oh here it is..” i open the bottle and pour some onto the base of your
neck, moving your long hair out of the way…

i start to massage..first your neck….then your shoulders
then your arms…then your back…mu palms pressing firmly,
fingers working the skin…now down to the small of your back….
now around your perky ass……down to the thighs….
“open a little kitten” i ask….”thats enough!”
i start on the thighs…then the inner thighs….down to the knees
then the calves….the ankles and the feet…
working on the feet….licking and kissing your toes…first the one
foot then the other…..now starting to work back up….the same way i
worked my way down….stopping only to run my finger nails along the inner
thighs over your pussy and down the other side….doing it a few times.
now back up to your shoulders..

“roll over kitten, time to do the front!”
you roll over, eyes galssy with desire…
” i want you!” you manage to get out between breaths
“not yet lover” I said as i pour more oil at the base of your neck.
“wait I’m not done yet!” i say with a wide grin andi run my tongue over my lips…..making them moister..”mmm i can still taste you on my lips”

i start to massage your neck…then your shoulders then your breasts
which seem to leap out at me….wanting me to knead them..playwith them
your nipples are pointing straight out like an accusing finger…just asking to be chewed on…sucked on…and ofcourse i must oblige…..

your are now purring like a pride of lions……
you reach for me again….”not yet kitten” i say “not yet”
my well oiled hands or now massaging your breasts and nipples…
now the underside…..down to you tummy….hips…….pubic mound..
the inner thighs…i lean forward to give your clit a massage with my
tongue..” when i give you a full massage kitten” i say to you between licks
“i give a full massage”
you are purring even louder now…..i hope the neighbours dont hear!
i stop and continue massaging down your legs…down to your toes..
i cam smell you very strongly now…you are dripping….
“please eat me” you yell “tongue fuck me NOW”
“not yet kitten” i say very very pleased with myself

i hold your hands and lift you up, and lead you to the shower.
nice and hot!!! and i use the big sponge that i bought..
lots and lots of suds…and bubbles…

soaping you all over…….your eyes are glazed with deisre..
good just what i wanted and you grab me and kiss me very very
deeply…..”let me get undressed first” i mumbled thru your lips

you let go and i grab o towel and put it around you..
we go back into the bedroom….you sit on the bed
and watch me get undressed..your eyes making love to every
part of my flesh as it becomes visible….
your eyes become wide when you see the state of my hardon,
hard as nails….
i remove my pants…
your run your tongue over your lips as you see moisture.

i finsh drying you….i sit on the edge of the bed and tell
you to sit on the floor between my legs with your back to me.
” i must brush your hair dry!” i say as i pick up the brush
and start to brush your hair…but you look at me with a little
sparkle in your eye and i am not sure what it means…but i’m sure
i will find out soon enough..

you feel your hair and it is almost dry…
you spin around…placing your hands on my hairy chest
and push me flat on the bed…holding me down…
you bend your head…tongue flicking out…and move in what seems
like the kill..
your tongue is all over my hardon….teasing it…rubbing it
now around my testicles….”YESSSSSSSSSSSSS” i scream
“YESSSSSSSSSSSS!”
i do not see your other hand reaching for the brush….
THUMP THUMP right on my ass..”that will teach you!”
you say before you return to work where you left off
and i reach a shuddering orgasim..which you suck
greedily…………

“Come here kitten…its your turn” i can just barely manage
to say.

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