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Vacation Sex Ch. 02

By: Olive Hizklosoff



We spent the rest of the day sunning ourselves and then napping. Midday, I began to contemplate what we would do for dinner. One of the reasons we like to rent a house is the degree of privacy it offers. I find cooking very relaxing so even when we're away, we still find ourselves in the kitchen at night. My mind was trying to come up with an evening follow-up to our morning escapade when my wife awoke from her slumber, much like Scarlett O'Hara in Gone With The Wind, yawning with a look of satisfaction on her face.

"What's for dinner tonight?" she asked. 

"Let's go out for dinner tonight," I replied.

"Sounds good to me."

I suggested that we get dressed for dinner. Our usual attire is very relaxed jeans or shorts and sneakers but I had something else in mind.

"How about that short leather skirt I saw you pack and some heels?" My wife was not really the short skirt type, always complaining that her thighs were too fat but she must have had something in mind when she packed the skirt in her bag along with a pair of high heels. "Ok. I can handle that but what should I wear for a top?"

I loved her heavy breasts with their tan aureoles and ½" nipples. "How about your white silk man-tailored shirt and definitely no bra?" My mind was painting a picture that was sending signals to my cock. I felt a stir of excitement as if I was reading some internet erotica. Thank God for Levitra! I pictured her standing in front of me in her well-washed silk shirt that was virtually see-through. The top 3 buttons were open so that her awesome cleavage was visible. Her nipples strained against the cloth. Her black leather skirt was a great contrast to the white shirt. Her legs were swathed in black hose going down to a pair of black patent leather heels. High heels always define a woman's legs, giving them shape and style.

"I'm starved. Let's have a drink now, and then I'm going to hop into the shower."

"Works for me. How about a glass of champagne?" That was a question that didn't need an answer. I had packed a few half-bottles of Veuve Clicquot, which went into the refrigerator minutes after our arrival. I popped the cork on the Veuve and then poured myself a healthy shot of Balvenie 12yr. I poured some champagne into a chilled crystal flute and handed it to my wife. 

"To good health and good sex," she toasted.

"I'm with you all the way, honey," as we clicked our glasses together. 

We downed our drinks and she went off to take a shower. As soon as she was out, I jumped in. I would have taken a shower with her but that would have ended up in bed and I had other plans for the evening.

I could see that she was into the playfulness of our evening out. Her makeup is always stylish and impeccable. But tonight I saw that she was going for the black eyeliner, some iridescent eye shadow, and false eyelashes. She emphasized her cheekbones and applied a bright red lipstick to her succulent lips. I could only imagine the ring of lipstick that was going to end up on the head of my dick. 

I put on a tight black mesh tank top and a matching pair of boxer briefs that I bought from a catalog. My nipples stuck out through the mesh. Before I put on the briefs, I put on a purple cock ring. I love wearing a cock ring. Its tightness around the base of my cock and scrotum keep me constantly aware of my cock and gives me an "out-front" look. I finished off my outfit with some black slacks and a tan silk T-shirt. As I looked in the mirror, I could see my nipples sticking out through the mesh and pressing against the silk top.

My wife had her shirt on with some black thigh highs. She was about to put on a tiny thong from Wicked Weasel when I asked her why she was putting on underwear. She looked at me and realized that wearing underwear was over-dressing. She smiled and threw the thong back into the drawer. I told her that I had something else for her to wear. I took out one of the butt plugs I had brought for our playtime. I told her to bend over the sink.

As she submissively did as she was told, I grabbed the jar of Vaseline and greased up the butt plug. I took a dollop of the lubricant, spread her cheeks, and applied to her asshole, inserting first one and then a second finger. I stood there with two fingers in her ass as she pushed back for deeper insertion. I took out my fingers and pressed the buttplug against her anus. She backed up a little, accepting the tip into her rectum. I slowly pushed the plug in, spreading her asshole. The plug was at least an 1½ inches in diameter at its widest. Slowly but surely, the plug reached its maximum size, stretching her anus and then, in an instant, it was almost sucked into her, with her sphincter closing tightly around the base. She let out a gasp as the buttplug found its home for the evening.

"Now, you can put your skirt on. I expect that the butt plug will stay exactly where it is until I take it out!" 

Her response was a little salute and a "Yessir!" This would never happen at home. Home is a place where everything is laid out in front of you. Spontaneity is harder to find than the winning lottery number.

She put her skirt on and there she stood, looking so fucking hot. Like I've never seen her before.

"You look awesome!!" I said barely able to control myself. I would have grabbed her right there and threw her to the floor and then I would have... but wait! I knew that the evening was young and there was an incredible night ahead of us where we could play out some of the fantasies that we had talked about. We were about to make our own porno movie that we would be able to play in our heads for a long time.

"Why, thanks, sweetheart. You don't look so bad yourself."

"Are you ready to go? Remember that you have to keep that butt plug in your ass until I take it out."

"Believe me, I'm not about to forget," she said, "And by the way, I could have an orgasm from it."

"The more the merrier, I always say. Let's go have dinner. I thought Michel's, the French restaurant with the nice bar in the front, would be a nice place for a pleasant and leisurely evening."

One thing really great about northern New England is that the temperature can drop down even on summer nights. We stepped out into the cool evening air, walking to the car. I could feel my nipples tense as the sea breeze hit me. I hoped that the same thing was happening to my wife. I didn't want to be an idiot and ask, " Hey hon, how are your nipples?" so I figured I would wait until later when I could see exactly what was going on. I was more interested in how she was going to negotiate the butt plug that she had to keep in her ass. Every time she sat down was going to be a challenge. I opened the passenger door for her and she gently backed onto the passenger seat, testing her new situation. She swung her legs into the car, spreading them apart, giving me a momentary flash of her ultra-smooth pussy framed by the tops of her thigh highs. I walked around to the driver's side of the car with a big smile on my face. The night was off to a good start.

Michel's was about five miles of twisting road away. I put some Teddy Pendergrass on the radio to set the mood of the evening. As the car negotiated the road, I kept my eye on my wife. Every curve and bump in the road caused her to adjust herself in her seat. Often she would close her eyes for a more than a moment and I could hear a sigh coming from deep in her chest.

"Everything OK?" I asked. 

"I'm just enjoying the ride," she replied.

We pulled into Michel's parking lot. I ran around the car and opened her door for her. She took her right leg and swung it out of the car, spreading her legs as wide as she could. The short leather skirt had ridden up a bit on her thighs. I could definitely see the tops of her thigh highs but her cunt was hidden in the shadows. I knew what was there, though, shaven so smooth and silky with a sensual fragrant body cream. My imagination told me that her inner labia were probably swollen and hanging between her legs, coated with her internal liquid. Her anus was holding on to the butt plug for dear life. She extended her hand, which was hot to the touch. I pulled her gently up out of the car seat and we walked towards the restaurant.

As we walked, I leaned over and, blew gently on her neck with a warm breath and followed with a kiss. What I got was a guttural moan and then she asked if we should just get back in the car and head home. I replied that this is a special evening and we should enjoy it and just see where it takes us.

"We have a reservation," I said to the hostess, giving her the name in which I made the reservation. I never use my real name just in case we decide not to go. 

"Follow me," she said. I had asked for an intimate round booth that gave us a little more privacy than the other tables offered. We sat close together, bathed in the soft glow of three candles in the middle of the table. I looked at my wife. Her face glistened in the candlelight. I don't know if it was her makeup or she was just flushed from excitement. She looked exotic with the dark eye makeup and her full red, red lips. I focused my eyes on her chest and watched as she breathed. With every breath her chest would fill and her nipples would push against her shirt, which was almost diaphanous. Her aureoles and nipples were usually a light tan color against her creamy white skin but tonight I could definitely see them through the flimsy material. 

"I made my nipples dark, the way you like them," she said, catching my stare at her 34C chest. She was right. I always told her how much I like the big dark nipples of many of the women in the porn that we watch. In fact, more often than not, my wife would point them out to me as if she was looking at them for her own excitement. She seductively unbuttoned the fourth button on her shirt, which allowed me to see the rich dark brown of her nipples.

"You always know just what to do," I told her, reaching for her hand and giving it squeeze that transmitted the warmth that I was feeling.

We ordered drinks and perused the menu. We decided that we would split a few things so that we didn't end up feeling over-stuffed. Michel's is famous for its foie gras so we chose that as our appetizer. Since we were in a coastal community we ordered a delicate lobster entrée in a rich butter sauce. A rich sauce is sensual and seductive. I always picture the scene in "Tom Jones" when Tom is having dinner with a seductress who, unbeknownst to Tom, turns out to be his mother. Their eyes were locked as they gorged themselves, showing a passion for each other that could only end up with a bedroom romp. That was the way we ate dinner, looking at each other eat. I watched as my wife tasted the foie gras, sighing deeply as she savored every morsel of this gourmet delight. The lobster was given the same detailed treatment. A bit of the rich butter sauce dripped from my wife's mouth, down her chin. It might as well have been cum, it looked so hot! 

We filled up on dinner and decided that dessert would be later. As the waitperson prepared our check, I reached under the table resting my hand on her inner thigh, right below the lace top of her thigh highs. Slowly I moved my hand up on her soft inner thigh heading. She spread her legs raising her very short skirt to allow my searching hand to move unimpeded toward its intended target. My hand rested on top of her pubic mound with my fingers gently touching her swollen labia. I could feel the hardness of her clit protruding from her enlarged cunt lips. My middle finger bent in, pressing between her lips, to find a tunnel filled with her moisture. I could feel the buttplug which was still buried in her ass. She hand her hands on the table, palms down. I thought she was going to have an orgasm like Sally in When Harry Met Sally, banging on the table. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She opened her mouth as if to whistle. At that moment, her body shuddered and she exhaled with an expression of release. I pulled my hand out from under the table and stuck my middle finger in her mouth. She took it in as if it were a penis, sucking out all of her juices.

"Wow," was all she could say. The smile on her face said the rest.

Her timing was just right. Moments later the waitperson put the check on the table. He looked at me and looked at my wife and asked, with a knowing smile, if everything was as we had hoped. "Better than ever," was my response. I paid the bill and left a generous tip. 

We stepped outside into the refreshing night air. An offshore breeze filled the air with an intoxicating ocean scent. The cool light wind evidently had an immediate effect on my wife's chest because her nipples became immediately erect. "I found a really nice little spot by the water where they play soft jazz. We can have an after dinner drink and contemplate the rest of our evening." I opened the passenger door for her and she dropped her ass down on the seat, as if to ram the buttplug in a little further. I could see that she was into it. She put her left leg in the car with her right leg still on the ground. Her legs were spread as far apart as they could be. She took her right hand and stuck it between her legs. Seconds later, she showed me her middle finger covered with what looked like a clear gel. She stuck her finger in her mouth and winked at me. Damn!!! She pulled her leg into the car and we were off to our destination, The Ocean Jazz Club.

As we drove to the Ocean Club, I looked at my wife through the corner of my eye. She had her eyes closed and was humming to the music on the car radio. I sensed she was rocking slightly in her seat. I asked her if she was OK and she responded slyly that she was better than OK. Her breathing was very heavy and her breasts were pressing against her shirt. I knew that she was enjoying the butt plug that her ass held so tightly. I pulled into the parking lot at the jazz club and asked her if she wanted to go back to our vacation hideaway. She said she was looking forward to the music and the club environment and that the night was still young.

The Ocean offered a very intimate atmosphere, with just the kind of jazz that you might have heard in a Parisian jazz club. Some Billie Holiday or Oscar Peterson, with jazzy renditions of old Gershwin songs like Embraceable You and Some On To Watch Over Me. The music and songs were love songs, heartfelt and meaningful. It was just the kind of music we loved. 

The hostess asked us if we'd like a regular table or one of the smaller glasstop round tables with the high stools back in the corner. As a person who likes to watch the crowd, I thought the table back in the corner would give us a nice view for people-watching. We made ourselves comfortable with our backs to the wall looking into the center of the club. There were lots of couples and there were several men and women who looked like they might be there just to enjoy the music or maybe were looking to hook up.

The waitress, a cute little thing around 22, took our drink order, a single malt for me and a pony of Godiva chocolate liqueur for my wife. We toasted to love and happiness and good sex. We looked at each other with knowing smiles. In the background, the vocalist and a 3-piece combo were doing a great job on an old classic. The music was at a level that was enjoyable but still allowed for private conversation. We were really enjoying ourselves in the warmth and comfort of the club. My wife knocked the small pocket book she was carrying onto the floor and it fell under the stool of the woman sitting at the table next to us.

"Excuse me," my wife said to this very interesting looking woman, "but I've dropped my clutch under your stool."

Our neighbor looked down, saw the bag and got off her stool to pick it up.

"Here you are," she said smiling, as she handed my wife the small little bag. Her hand touched my wife's hand as my wife took her bag. I watched the exchange very carefully and it seemed that this stranger touched her hand intentionally.

"Thank you very much,' my wife said. "Are you alone?"

"Why yes, I am."

My wife turned to me and gave me a look I don't think I've ever seen before. She turned back and said, "Would you like to join us?"

"Thank you. I'd like that very much." She climbed off the stool that she was sitting on a joined us at our table. "My name is Susan but my friends call me Sonny." With that, the stranger was no longer alone and she wasn't a stranger any more. Within seconds, she and my wife were engaged in conversation. Sonny was from California and was on the last day of her vacation. She must have been about 44 or 45 years old, with short blonde hair and sun-bronzed skin. At first glance, she had a hard look to her but as soon as she smiled there was a warmth that came through that immediately softened her looks. What was really interesting was the she and my wife were dressed very similarly. 

Sonny was wearing a very short black leather skirt with fence net stockings and 4" heels. She had a tight long sleeve black see-thru top with a black demi-cup bra that accentuated a full bust. She was wearing a black leather vest that matched her skirt. She was definitely hot! Although the room was dimly lit, the candle on our table allowed me to see that Sonny was perched on the stool with her knees about a foot apart. She was relaxed and seemed unaware that I was looking at her legs.

I wasn't even there as far as the two women were concerned. My wife told Sonny our simple story, two people on vacation looking for some time away from work and the doldrums of our every day life. Sonny, on the other hand, had more to tell. A California girl, who was a gymnast and cheerleader in high school, Sonny went to college in Las Vegas. In order to make some extra money while in school, she tried her hand as a chorus girl at a Las Vegas hotel. She ended up dancing topless in a chorus line for four years. It was easy to see that Sonny's body language was not overt. She wasn't flaunting her body. She was just very comfortable with who she was and how she looked. Her see-thru top and half-bra showed some of the best cleavage I've ever seen. My dick was feeling the tightness of the cockring around my scrotum and my nipples were getting hard.

The two women had developed an instantaneous bond. They were leaning into each other as they talked, like old friends sharing intimate secrets. Their hands touched in a very natural way, hand-in-hand, or one woman's hand on the forearm of the other. If I weren't sitting at the table, you would definitely assume that these two women were together. As a matter of fact, as far my wife and Sonny were concerned, I wasn't there. I ordered another round of drinks and sat back to enjoy the show that was happening at my own table. Sonny excused herself to go to the powder room. My wife asked if she wanted company but Sonny said no she would only be a minute.

Sonny returned to the table and I noticed a difference in her appearance. She had taken off the demi-bra she was wearing, leaving just the tight sheer top. She also had unbuttoned her leather vest. The vest hung straight but as she turned to the side I could clearly see her breasts. On her left breast was a pretty little tattoo of a sun. Her nipples were huge and they were pierced with gold hoops. This bitch was super hot. My wife saw what I saw. She turned and gave me a quick wink.

Through the glass top, I could see Sonny put her hand on my wife knee. My wife did the same during their very animated conversation, accentuated by laughing and giggling, like two high schoolers. First one would lean forward and their heads would almost touch. A whispered secret would pass between them. The listener would erupt in laughter. Then the other would do the same.

This went on for a half hour. I watched these two women with pleasure. My wife was having such a great time with her new friend. Looking at my wife's nipples pressing against her shirt and Sonny's magnificent chest with its prominent jewelry was having its effect on my primal urges. My cock was firming up and I could feel the restraint of the cock ring. I looked at my watch and decided that the evening was coming to a close, at least at the jazz club. I wanted to get my wife out of there, get her home, and into bed. I leaned over to let my wife know that it was time to go. She looked at me with an exaggerated look of sadness, her lower lip pouting. "I'm having such a good time. Sonny is so much fun to talk to," my wife said. Sonny said that she had to get going, too. This was her last night and she had to get up fairly early to catch a plane back to California.


Vacation Sex Ch. 02



"Where are you staying, Sonny?" asked my wife.

"At the Mountain Inn," Sonny replied.

"You know you have to drive right by our house to get there. Please, stop at our house for a dessert cordial. Just for a few minutes." My wife said. She gave me with a look that asked if it was OK? 

"Come on, Sonny, Your hotel is only five minutes up the road from our house," I said, putting to rest my wife's anxiety about whether it was OK or not. Although I wasn't involved in the conversation, I was having a good time watching the interaction.

"OK! Just for a few minutes," Sonny responded with an indescribable smile.

We walked out to the parking lot. My wife and Sonny walked arm and arm, still giggling and sharing secrets. I told Sonny to follow us.

"I love her," my wife exclaimed. "She's so much fun! She's so interesting and natural to talk to. She told me about some of her escapades as a showgirl. And I told her that you made me wear a butt plug tonight. She thought that was absolutely the hottest thing she ever heard."

I checked my rear view mirror to make sure Sonny was behind us as I turned onto the dirt road that led to our vacation rental. The house was high on a hill overlooking the ocean with a view of the bay and the offshore islands. There was a nice breeze coming in from the ocean that gave the evening a little chill. Sonny pulled up right behind us. I opened Sonny's door and she swung her leg out to get out of the car. I wish that there had been more than just light from the full moon because I would have been able to see exactly what she had on under her skirt. My imagination said there was nothing but the fence net stockings pressing against a well-shaved pussy, or at the very most a little landing strip.

The living room of the house had picture windows that offered an incredible panorama. With the full moon hanging in the sky, the bay below was in full view. The temperature was just cool enough to light a fire in the gas fireplace. The ladies settled on the comfortable couch in front of the fireplace. The glow of the fire bathed them in a warm light. I lit a few candles around the room and asked if some Godiva Chocolate Liqueur would make a nice topper for this great evening. The two responded almost in unison, "Sure!"

I filled two pony glasses with the rich dark liqueur and poured myself a single malt. The two women were engaged in conversation in the same way as at the jazz club, heads together, laughing and giggling. There seemed to be a lot more touching going on. I gave them each a glass, which they clicked together with a toast. I took my single malt and sat down in the big easy chair. I had a nice buzz and I was going to enjoy it. Moonlight streamed in through the window. The flicker from the candles and the fireplace danced on the walls and ceilings. The perfume from the two women filled the air. More than the drinks were intoxicating.

They made quite a pair. Although my wife was ten years older than Sonny, they looked almost like twin sisters, dressed alike, finishing each other's sentences as if they were reading each other's minds. I was enjoying watching my wife have such a good time but I was still looking forward to our good time. There was an intimacy between them that grew stronger by the second. I watched them from across the room, unable to be part of their conversation. Every now and then, I would get a smile from my wife. Sonny had a way of looking at me that made me wish that it was I who was engaged in conversation with her.

At one point, their heads were so close together, their noses were almost touching. At that moment, Sonny put her hand on the back of my wife's neck and pulled her forward, pressing her lips against my wife's. The low lighting made the moment even more erotic than it was. My wife opened her mouth to let Sonny's tongue in. They kissed each other with firm passion. While their lips were locked together, Sonny pulled my wife's shirt out from her skirt's waistband and unbuttoned the buttons. My wife's tits were exposed completely, with their erect nipples.

Sonny rubbed my wife's breasts with her open palms and then pinched her nipples. My wife's eyes were closed as Sonny played with her nipples. As far as I know, this was the first time my wife had ever been fondled by another woman. And she was certainly enjoying it. My wife reached out to Sonny's chest and through her sheer top pulled at the gold hoops that pierced Sonny's nipples. Both women were in ecstasy. I was enjoying a show I never ever expected to see. The kissing continued until Sonny pushed my wife back onto the couch. Now my wife was laying on her back as Sonny moved down to her crotch. Sonny pushed up my wife's skirt, exposing her shaved pussy which was must have been oozing from excitement. 

Sonny buried her head in my wife's pussy. My wife's hips rose up to receive Sonny's mouth and then, suddenly, my wife pushed Sonny away. "This isn't fair," she said. Sonny said that she was having a great time and my wife should just lie back and enjoy it. My wife told Sonny to stand up, which she did. My wife grabbed Sonny's legs and made her sit on her face. Sonny went back down on my wife as the two assumed a soixante-neuf position. Sonny's legs were apart and my wife had her face buried in Sonny's cunt. This proved my earlier suspicions to be correct. Sonny had nothing on under her skirt. The suggestion of a dessert cordial had turned into a real dessert for this two horny women. 

My wife was no stranger to my sexual fluid but this, at least to my knowledge, was a first time for her with another woman. They went at it like there was no tomorrow. Their hips were humping and pushing into each other, bodies rising and falling. They were holding onto each other for dear life and then the movement stopped and they were both calm and quiet. Sonny climbed off my wife and my wife sat up. There they were sitting side by side, each with the residue from thew other on their mouths. My wife touched Sonny's face gently and the two embraced and kissed each other deeply and passionately. They both looked at me and smiled. I raised my glass as if to toast them.

"I've got to go," Sonny said. "I've overstayed my welcome and I have to leave very early in the morning. I had an awesome time. Thank you."

"It was my pleasure," my wife said. "Will you be able to get back to your hotel by yourself. If not, my husband can drive you." Evil thoughts began to go through my head.

"I'll be fine," Sonny said as she quickly straightened herself out. We walked her to the door. As she left to go, she reached into her bag and pulled out her business card and handed to my wife.

"If you're ever in Laguna Niguel, give me a call."

"I will," my wife said. With that, Sonny put her hands on my wife's cheeks and gave her a sweet little kiss on the lips. She walked to her car, got in, and drove off down the dirt road, back to the main street and her hotel.

"Did you enjoy the show?" my wife asked coyly.

"Absolutely," I said. I looked at her eyes, which were glazed in a dreamy way. "Did you have a good time?"

"It was incredible, really incredible."

I pulled my wife to me and kissed her. My dick was hardening up and I was going to need some relief soon. I stuck my tongue in her mouth and could taste a flavor that I have never tasted before. It was Sonny's pussy I was tasting. I hadn't tasted another pussy since before I got married. My prick was pressing against my wife. She reached under my shirt and pulled on my nipples that were sticking through the mesh tank top. 

"Let's go up to bed, " I said. I took her hand in mine and we went upstairs to the bedroom. I lit some candles to offer some soft light for loving.

My wife took off her shirt and her leather skirt. She stood in front of me with only her thigh highs and spiked heels on. 

"I'm not interested in foreplay. Just take out the butt plug and fuck my ass," she said with a bead of sweat on her forehead.

I could have used a little fiddling and diddling as an appetizer but I was ready to rise to the occasion and fulfill her request. I grabbed her, turned her around, and pushed her down on the bed. I took my clothes off and my dick was sticking out like a flagpole. The cock ring around the base of my cock was making my cock harder than it ever had been. Maybe it was a residual effect of the Levitra. Whatever. I had a hard-on that was as good as anything I've seen in porn. I spread her legs apart, exposing her asshole and the butt plug that had been in there for hours. First, I turned it around inside her anus and then slowly and gently pulled it out. Her sphincter spread as I pulled out the widest part of the plug and then in an instant, it popped out, her sphincter closing, leaving her asshole with a small opening. It really turned me on to see her ass didn't close up all the way. I saw this as an invitation to do as she asked, as she demanded.

I had to take advantage of the situation. I put my face between her ass cheeks and stuck my tongue as far up her asshole as I could. I licked and tongued her ass for a minute or two. She pushed her ass back against my face. Then, she looked back over her shoulder and said, "Please." I lubed my cock with squirt from the bottle of Wet that was conveniently on my end table. I pushed the head of my dick into her open anus. The butt plug had been in her ass for at least three hours. Her anus was a very receptive orifice. My dick went without any resistance. Seconds later, my balls were slapping against her butt.

"Fuck me, fuck me!!" she pleaded. 

I pulled my cock out until her outer sphincter was holding its head. With a steady and firm action, I pushed my cock all the way in. I started a rhythmic pumping as my wife reached under and furiously rubbed her clit. I pulled my dick out about four inches and rammed it back in. My wife's orgasm was beginning to build. As I fucked her ass, her anal muscles were squeezing my dick. I could feel her ass contracting in a steady pulsation that could only the peak she was looking for. I humped furiously as my own orgasm began to build. Within seconds, I had lost control and my cum was pumping into her ass. 

Every muscle in my wife's body relaxed. She seemed to melt into a puddle on the bed. My softened dick slipped out of her ass, leaving an anal creampie. I bent down and ran my tongue up her crack, sucking in my own cum. Like the guy who climbed Mt. Everest, I had to do it because it was there. We crawled into bed next to each other, basking in the glow of our evening's experiences. My wife stuck her head under the covers and took my cock in her mouth and gave it a gentle suck. I was in no condition to use it at that moment so I asked her what she was doing.

"I just wanted to give a little kiss," she said.

We fell into a deep satisfying sleep, only to awake the next morning as the bright sun streamed through the window. We went downstairs to have some coffee out on the deck. In the kitchen, my wife found Sonny's card on the counter. She picked it up, read it, and put it back down. We had our coffee and enjoyed the sun streaking out over the water.

" You know, I still have a couple of vacation days left and a few air miles," my wife said. "I think that I'm going to go visit my cousin in Newport Beach."

"If that's what you want to do, go ahead. I have to go back to work," I told her.

I could see a little smile form on her lips as she sipped her coffee. Hmm! I wonder how far Newport Beach is from Laguna Niguel. After all, there's nothing like vacation sex. 



Vacation Sex Ch. 03



As told by my wife.

God! Do I love vacations. Getting away from all the crap at home to any place where you don't have to work, or do washes, or clean the house. The best thing about vacations is the sex. At home, I could have sex every day but something always gets in the way. It's more about him not wanting to have sex than it is about me. He needs to be ready for it, but me, I'm ready to go at any time.

The sex we've been having on vacation has been unbelievable. Morning, noon, and night! We both definitely lose our inhibitions. My husband will usually buy me some things to wear while we're away. He likes the tiniest little panties, g-strings, and thongs. He doesn't really care about anything on top. He would rather have me go braless. It's not something I "love" to do, but if it makes him happy then I know he'll make me happy. He prefers to go "commando", no underwear with his penis hanging down one leg or the other.

We both keep our private areas shaved smooth. He absolutely loves to eat me out. It seems he could spend hours with his face in my crotch, sucking on my inner labia, which are pretty big to begin with, but get even bigger when I'm excited. I have a clit that's always visible, excited or not. Guys don't always get it right when they're sucking on a clit. I like to let him eat my pussy while I play with my clit. It's certainly the best of both worlds. My labia and clit rub up against my panties all day, so I'm always aware of my sexuality. I've taken to wearing the smallest thongs that barely hold everything in. When I look in the mirror, I can always see a nice "cameltoe." His lack of pubic hair in no way minimizes his manhood. I love the look of his hardened penis, especially when he's wearing a cock ring.

My tits are plump 34C's with good-sized nipples. My aureoles are very light in color so during foreplay, my husband will color them a dark brown with some of my makeup. I enjoy the attention that he gives to my nipples which, when excited, will harden into ½" long knobs. The funny thing is that eventually he'll suck off all the makeup when he sucks on my nipples.

We usually start our bedroom sex with a porn DVD. My husband always makes the selections since he's the one who buys it. For the last few years, the focus of the porn has been anal sex and blowjobs, which is obviously the direction he wants to go in. I was always into giving blowjobs although I think I could do it better. I love to swallow his cum so that's not the problem. I wish I could take his cock deeper in my mouth, like the "deep-throat" that we always see in the movies. I just can't seem to force myself to do it. A lot of times, I'll be giving him a blowjob, usually after I've orgasmed, and he'll be playing with his nipples, which really excites him. I just can't seem to get him to cum and my mouth starts to hurt. He'll push my head away and start to masturbate. I'll take over playing with his nipples and watch him stroke himself. The whole scene is very hot. I'll sit next to him, with my hands draped over his shoulders, caressing his nipples while he's beating his meat. I know he's about to cum by the speed of his strokes. Just as he cums, I'll put my mouth on the head of his cock so I can receive his ejaculate. He'll cum in my mouth and then he'll pull my face to his and give me a long deep kiss. When he did this the first time, I thought his own cum would repulse him, but it was just the opposite. Whenever he cums in my mouth, we'll kiss and snowball his load. It turns me on that he would share this most intimate experience with me.

As I said before, he loves to eat me and I love being eaten. He'll have his head stuck between my legs, eating me voraciously, and he'll start massaging the inside of my thighs, working his hands up to my pussy. He likes rimming my asshole. I use to have some difficulty accepting his tongue on and in my ass, primarily because of my hang-ups about what an asshole is for. I'm as clean as a whistle, actually probably cleaner, so it wasn't about whether he was going to run into anything he shouldn't back there. It was just a hang-up. I was going to tell him I was not thrilled by the idea of him licking my asshole until I felt how good it was to have my asshole licked. Now, wherever he wants to put his tongue is fine with me. 

During these extended sessions of cunnilingus and rimming, his fingers would ultimately end up playing with my pussy and clit. I would have my legs spread to make it easier for him to reach his target. One time, he ran a finger around the rim of my rectum and I felt a new excitement and stimulation. Instead of my ass tightening up as you might think would happen, I felt my asshole relax. This gentle massage of my asshole became pretty much his standard operating procedure. If I wanted him to do it, I would spread my legs even farther apart than usual, like I was inviting him to touch my anus. Then it happened. He was eating me out and rimming me and I was particularly wet. The mixture of his saliva and my juices trickled down from my pussy onto my asshole. He began his circular dance on my sphincter, pushing it in.

I don't think it was an accident when his finger entered my ass. He was in, up to the first knuckle, and I responded by raising my hips, silently begging him to stick his finger in deeper. My hips started to rotate almost involuntarily. I pushed his head down onto my pussy and told him to suck on my clit. I heard a muffled response. I don't know what he said, nor did I care. All I know is that I was being finger-fucked in my ass and had a mouth sucking furiously on my clitoris. I played with my tits, pinching and squeezing my nipples, inflicting pain on myself that mixed with the intense pleasure I was feeling. My orgasm nearly blew the top of my head off. I knew right then and there that anal play was going to be an important part of our sexual activity. My husband asked me if everything was OK to which I could only respond with a very satisfied grin on my face. 

I told him to fuck me. He climbed on top of me and stuck his very hard dick into my pussy. I was very wet from the eating and sucking that he gave me so his cock had no trouble slipping between my swollen labia and finding its home, deep in my canal. I really wanted him to come in my mouth, something that I think is just about the most intimate sex act. I pushed him off of me and told him to get comfortable. He sat up on the bed and I went down on him. Part of the intensity of a really good blowjob is when he's just taken his cock out of my pussy and it's covered with my internal juices. I love the taste of my own cunt. Many's the time that I have fingered myself and licked my fingers clean. The two stages of a great blowjob are first licking my sex fluid fresh from my pussy off his dick and then having him shoot his cum into my mouth. It's sweet and then salt. The piece de resistance is snowballing his cum mixed with my juice. The intensity of the tongue kiss that follows a blowjob is almost enough to give me another orgasm.

When we go on vacation, we always rent a house that offers us a lot of privacy. We like to lie out nude in the sun. Being outdoors without any clothes on is animalistic, primitive, and just plain exciting and certainly not something we get to do at home. We are too inhibited to become nudists and walk around in front of other people but when we are alone together we become allergic to clothing. 

On one vacation a few years ago, we were lying out in the sun, enjoying the warmth of a nice summer afternoon. I had a glass of wine and a joint. My husband, who stopped smoking many years ago, helped himself to a couple of shots of scotch so we would be on the same level. Baby oil was the tanning lotion of choice so I asked my husband to apply it to my back. There was no way that he was just going to do my back, especially since I was completely naked. He told me to lie on my stomach so he could do the job properly. I felt a squirt of the oil on my back and then I felt his hands rubbing it in. I was enjoying the back massage when he dropped another big squirt on my buttocks and thighs. His hands spread the oil on my ass. As he kneaded my cheeks, he subtly pulled them apart and let the oil drip down over my asshole. His hands dipped down into my crack and spread my legs apart, exposing my asshole. I felt his finger cirle my rectum and coat my outer sphincter with the oil.

His hands rubbed more oil on my inner thighs and the rest of my legs. My clitoris was pounding from the blood surging into it. I think I know what it's like for a man when he gets an erection. Done with my back, he told me to turn over. Since he ended my back with my legs, he started from the bottom and worked his way up. I was lying on my back, basking in the warmth of the hot summer sun. My husband took the baby oil and squeezed out a line of it on each leg and then put a generous amount right down the center of my chest. With his slippery hands he began a slow journey up my legs. He spent considerable time rubbing the oil into my thighs while his hands would come teasingly close to my crotch. With every stroke he got closer and closer to my swollen labia, my throbbing clitoris, and my tunnel of love. 

Because the day was still young, he kept away from any kind of penetration. Instead with an open palm, he rubbed the oil on my shaved pubic mound, applying just enough pressure to heighten my excitement. With his other hand, he applied the oil to my tits. He made sure to pinch my nipples firmly as he rubbed in the oil. When he was finished with me, it was my turn to oil him up. Now a guy usually has only one center of attention. In this situation it would be his prick. But my husband is a little different than most men. I spread the baby oil on his chest and made sure that his nipples got the attention they deserved. I worked my way down to his cock, applying a liberal amount to his completely shaved crotch. The oil let me stroke his cock with only the friction I wanted to create. I could grab his prick tightly and have him shoot his load or just give him a soft rub. The day was young. I went for the soft approach.

Then it was my turn to tell him to roll over. I did his back as he did mine. I worked my way down to his ass and put some oil on his ass cheeks. He spread his legs apart and waited to see what I was going to do. What's good for the goose is good for the gander! I let some oil drip down to his asshole. I knew by how his legs were splayed what he wanted. I took the middle finger on my right hand (it's the one without the long nail) and rubbed his asshole. He raised his ass in a way that told me he wanted me to stick my finger in his hole. My finger was well-greased as was his rectum. I slipped my finger in as far as it would go and whispered in his ear that he had better not cum. I sat there next to him with my finger up his ass enjoying the warm sun. Both our bodies were glistening from the baby oil. The sun was hot and so were we. He rolled over onto his back, pulling away from the finger in his ass.

He wanted to slow things down a bit. We had a little more to drink to keep the great buzz going. We were enjoying our vacation and wanted to make every minute count. I would look over at him to see what state of excitement he was in. I don't think his dick ever went completely flaccid. It wasn't hard but it wasn't soft either. It kind of hung across his leg, its length almost as long as when it was erect, which was a good firm six inches. The sunlight shining off the baby oil emphasized the swollen veins that ran the length of his cock. It looked very impressive, like the cock on a body builder. It wouldn't take much to get him fully aroused.

I couldn't wait any more. We were lying side by side. He was on his back and I was lying on my stomach. I reached over and started to rub his chest with my slippery hand. I quickly concentrated on his nipples which I have come to believe are the most erogenous area of his body. His nipples immediately hardened to erect little buds. I looked down at his penis and saw it start to twitch. His cock began its journey from flaccid to erect and I knew it was going to be a short trip. Within a minute, his prick was fully erect, resting against his stomach. I moved my hand from his chest and wrapped it around his stiffened greasy rod. I thought that if I squeezed it, it would slip right out of my grip, so instead I began to stroke him with hardly any pressure at all.

He responded by grabbing my ass and squeezing my cheeks. I began to grind my pubic mound against the mat we were lying on. Unconsciously, I spread my legs apart. I could feel the hot sun warming my asshole. We were turned on to the point where slow and subtle foreplay was unnecessary and ineffective. With my legs spread apart and my anus completely exposed, my husband ran a finger down the crack of my ass. That finger came to rest on my outer sphincter and began a circular massage on my anal ring. Being where we were, completely alone, lying outside in the hot sun, removed any tension that my body might have had. My mind focussed on allowing my asshole to open up on its own so that his finger would have no doubts about what it was supposed to do. I felt a very slight pressure against my anus from his finger and I was determined to offer no resistance.

My husband pushed his finger into my anus and aggressively began finger-fucking me. I asked him to put another finger in. On the next inward stroke, I felt a larger presence. Now there were two fingers going in and out of my ass. I was still slowly stroking his dick with only the slightest pressure. I didn't want him to cum yet. I wasn't ready. I whispered to him that I wanted him to fuck me. I rolled over onto my back and told him to fuck me. He got on his knees between my spread legs and played with my clit. I told him that I wanted to be fucked! Leaning on one arm, he took his penis in his free hand and rubbed my swollen labia working his way into my cunt. We were both coated with baby oil from head to toe so his penis went in effortlessly.

A lot of lube can reduce the friction that can bring on an orgasm. You know it's coming but it's going to take a little longer. Believe me, I'm not complaining. I think you know that you're eventually going to get there but there's nothing wrong if the ride is a little longer. His dick felt incredibly large inside me. His sweat was dripping on my face and I could taste its salty tang. It was like an aphrodisiac. My head was spinning from the wine and weed and the heat of the sun. My mind was thinking of all the ways he could make me cum and that's when I told him that he could put his cock "in the back" if he wanted to, but it had to be very slowly.

I saw the look on his face and I knew that this was something he wishing for quite a while. He pulled his cock out of my pussy and my legs as far apart as he could. He lifted himself onto his knees and rested the head of his prick against my asshole. I was physically and mentally prepared for what was about to happen. The head of his penis was able to slip into my anus until it met the barrier created by my inner sphincter. I knew from what I've read that they key was getting past this inside gate. I was prepared from whatever discomfort or pain it might take to get his dick inside me. It was going to be mind over matter.

I concentrated on relaxing my anus completely. He gripped his cock and fed it into my rectum a very little bit at a time. Within seconds the head had passed the second barrier. His cock was half way in. He started to pull out and push back in but I told him he had to put it all the way in before he could do anything else. The pain from the insertion of his penis went through my body like a hot flash and then was gone, followed by waves of pleasure that were coming from all the rich nerve endings in my anus. I was full of his cock. I could feel his pubic mound pressing against my labia.

I reached down and began playing with my clit. Within a minute, I was slapping at like it was a bad little girl. My husband was playing with my tits, trying to pinch my nipples which kept slipping out of his grip because of the baby oil. He pulled his dick almost all the way out of my ass, and then with one smooth motion, put it all the way in. His pace was very even, in and out, in and out. My orgasm was building and I knew that its arrival was momentary. I kept slapping my clit and told him I was going to cum. He picked up his pace and began fucking my ass like there was no tomorrow. I was squeezing his cock with my rectum as he fucked me but then my orgasm took over and the pulsations became involuntary. With one last thrust, he came deep in my ass and almost fell on top of me, his cock still in me.

We rested for a few seconds. He lifted himself off of me. His penis gently came out of my ass. What was once hard and swollen, was now empty, totally spent. We looked at each other with a look of discovery, as if we had just invented the light bulb. To date, it had to be one of my "top ten" orgasms. For my husband, he finally had the "forbidden fruit." And, I can tell you for sure, he would be having it again.



Vacation Sex Ch. 04



Her Story

I never ever thought of myself as a lesbian. I went to an all-girls camp for 13 years and, although I made some life-long friends, I was always completely heterosexual. I have seen many a pair of breasts and a lot of vaginas in my life, but I never felt attracted to them, ever, until now. And I don't even think that the physical part is what attracted me to Sonny. It was more the sense of sisterhood that I felt. She had warmth that was infectious. The interaction between us seemed to occur so innocently, so unplanned, and so naturally. It certainly wasn't part of my plans when I left the house that fateful evening. But it happened and I can't get it out of my mind.

I had some vacation time left so I thought I would go visit my cousin in southern California, Newport Beach, to be exact. I would get in on Wednesday night. Since my cousin was married to a doctor and worked as his medical secretary, I would have to find something to do during the day on Thursday and Friday. They were kind enough to let me use one of their cars so I figured I would hit the local mall for some SoCal shopping. I'm sure I would find some things that weren't available back east.

We had dinner and talked about all the things cousins who haven't seen each other in a while talk about: our own immediate families as well as the family we have in common, like our other cousins and aunts and uncles. We talked and talked until my cousin announced that she and her husband had to go to work the next day, so it was time for them to turn in. I was tired from my traveling so I went to bed as well.

By the time I got up on Thursday morning, my cousin and her husband had gone to work. She left me a note telling me that they would be home around six o'clock and we would go out for dinner. I had my morning coffee out on the deck and contemplated my day. The mall was still my destination. I showered and dressed, choosing a "barely-there" bra, my usual "smallest-thong-in-the-world", a t-shirt, and a pair of loose-fitting shorts. Knowing that I might be trying on clothes, I didn't want to make it a chore to get undressed in the store. I wanted to be as comfortable as possible. I put on a pair of sandals and headed off to the mall.

The directions to the mall were easy. I left my cousin's subdivision and headed onto the freeway. The exit for the mall was only a mile or two away. I looked for the sign for the mall exit. There was a sign coming up. I didn't want to miss the exit so I was really paying attention. I read the sign, expecting directions to the mall but it said "Newport Beach Mall, 1st Exit, Laguna Niguel, 2nd Exit." I was almost struck by lightning. "Laguna Niguel?" 

I took the second exit and pulled over as soon as I could. I started to sweat. I grabbed my handbag and started to rummage around in it. I found what I was looking for. My hand trembled as I read Sonny's business card. "If you're ever in Laguna Niguel, give me a call," Sonny said before we parted company. I looked at my watch. It was 9:00 in the morning. I reached for my cell phone and started to dial the phone number on the card. What if she answered? What would I say?

The phone began to ring. My heart was in my stomach. I was as nervous as a schoolgirl on her first date.

"Hello," said a voice I could never forget.

"Susan?" I said.

"Yes, this is Susan. Who's this?"

"You said that if I was ever in Laguna Niguel, to give you a call!"

She recognized my voice immediately and responded with "Oh, My God! Where are you?"

I looked around for a landmark and told her where I was. She said that I was only ten minutes away from her house and she gave me directions, telling me to beep my horn twice when I reached her house and she would open her gate.

"See you in a few minutes," she said in a sweet upbeat voice.

Her directions took me to a shoreline road that overlooked the Pacific. As the road began, the view of the ocean was absolutely breath taking. I came up on a row of houses on the ocean side of the road that all had tall fences, protecting the privacy of what were obviously expensive homes. The numbers on the mailboxes got closer and closer to the number I was looking for: 9214 Pacific Shore Road. And there it was, number 9214, painted on a mailbox along with a picture of a stylized sun. How fitting! With a little bit of a tremble in my hand, I pushed the horn button on my steering wheel twice, announcing my arrival. The gate, appearing almost hidden in the fence, began to open slowly, electrically. The opening of a gate into a secret enclave created a drama in my mind. What was behind this tall fence? Was it foreboding or was it exciting? Did I have a fear of the unknown or did I know what to expect?

I pulled my car down a very short driveway and there, before me, was the cutest little California cottage house, surrounded by palms and beautifully managed trees and plants. The front door opened at out bounded Sonny. She was tanned and blonde, with only the smallest amount of makeup on. She was wearing a pair of the shortest shorts I'd ever seen. The waistband dipped down, well below her pierced belly button, riding on the top of her pubic mound. Her top looked like well-worn tee shirt that had been cut right up the center and then tied in a knot, providing a very modest amount of support for her pendulous breasts. What was very obvious was her incredible cleavage and the little sun tattoo on her left breast that I saw when we first met.

Tattoos never really did anything for me until I saw Sonny's little sun. At first, I didn't think much of it but the more I looked at it, the hotter I thought it was. I guess it's a context issue. As she approached me, I could also see her formidable nipples, with their gold ring piercings, pressing against the thin fabric she was wearing. Sonny reached out to me, her arms open wide, and gave me a big hug.

"I'm so glad to see you again," she said, with a genuine exuberance and warmth that was almost overwhelming.

"I'm glad to see you as well," I replied, somewhat stiffly. I reciprocated her hug, wrapping my arms around her. It was at that moment that any anxiety about where I was and what might happen left my body. I took in the softness of her embrace, the intoxication of her smell, and the sexuality of her body all at once. I was in love with Sonny, like a schoolgirl crush. Wherever the day led, I was willing to go.

We stood there for almost a minute, each with a head on the other's shoulder, arms wrapped around each other. As we began to separate, my right cheek brushed hers. Our lips were only a fraction of an inch apart. I knew this was the moment for action. Would I do it? Could I do it?

I pressed my lips against hers in a surface kiss, just our lips touching, mouths still closed. I couldn't help myself. I pushed against her using my tongue to break the seal of her lips. Her mouth opened and I stuck my tongue into her mouth. Our earlier friendly hug turned into a passionate embrace. We French-kissed like two teenagers, hungry for each other, bathing in our own saliva as it dripped from our mouths.

I couldn't breathe. Her long tongue invaded my mouth and wrestled against mine. Finally, we broke our embrace at precisely the same moment, stepping back and, spontaneously we both burst out laughing.

"Now, that's an interesting way to start the day," Sonny said, her face flushed with excitement.

"I, I, I'm sorr..." I began to say but Sonny put her hand over my mouth.

"Don't be," she said. "If you hadn't initiated it, I would have. I knew the moment I heard your voice on the phone that this would be the way our day began. Come on, let's have some coffee out on my deck and plan our day." 

Her house had a deck that hung over the Pacific. The house itself was an adorable cottage decorated in a fusion of Cape Cod and American Southwest. White bead board walls and ceilings, multi-pane Cape-style windows, with turquoise and peach accents in the drapes, pillows, and furniture. The house was so bright and cheery and friendly, with high ceilings, ceiling fans that might have been in "Casablanca", and lots of plants. I don't think I could have added anything to it. It was perfect. The sides of the deck began at the roofline of the house and gradually tapered down to a height that allowed a view of the coast in both directions, still affording all the privacy you could want. The deck was furnished with a couple of tables with umbrellas, some very comfortable chaises and chairs, and, of course, the requisite California hot tub.

"Cappuccino, OK?" Sonny asked.

"That would be wonderful," I said. Sonny had a great espresso cappuccino maker, just like you see in a European café. With the deftness of a "barrista" at Starbucks, Sonny made cappuccino, replete with a thick foamy head and poured it into two delicate little cups that had the same sun design that was on her breast.

"Let's go outside."

I followed her out onto the deck where we sat next to each other on a small bench at the edge of the deck, watching the surf roll in onto the narrow beach below. The wind was blowing a gentle warm breeze. It was a beautiful day. The cappuccino was delicious.

"My day is yours," Sonny said. "I'm off until Monday. Is there anything special you'd like to do?"

As she spoke, the breeze, as warm as it was, gave me a little chill. Goose bumps appeared on my arms. "I have to be back at my cousin's by 6:30. Otherwise, I have nothing really in mind." That was a lie. The last time I saw Sonny was in New England in the low light of a bar and at our summer rental, by the soft light from candles and the fireplace. As I looked at her now, I saw how very pretty she really was. How sincere her smile was, with her white teeth contrasted against her golden skin. I watched her chest expand and relax as she breathed, her breasts pushing against the fabric of her t-shirt top. The pair of shorts she was wearing formed a cameltoe where her legs met. There couldn't have been any panties under those shorts. It was as if I had x-ray vision and could see her pussy right through the material of the shorts. The waistband on her shorts was only inches above the gash created by the tight shorts against her labia. There couldn't be any pubic hair down there. It would show. My mind was beginning to fill with fantasies about our sexual tryst and how spontaneous and exciting it was.

"We can just hang out here," Sonny offered, putting her hand on my bare leg. I almost jumped from the touch of her hand. It felt so hot. Her hand rested on my knee and, then, almost imperceptibly, she moved it to my inner thigh. An electric shock went from that erogenous zone simultaneously to my heart and to my crotch. My heart began to beat a mile a minute and my crotch started to throb. I knew, at least at that moment, Sonny was not making any kind of sexual overture. The gentle way her hand fell on my knee and its slight movement to my inner thigh was just the way she "talked." You know how some people express themselves with their hands. They have to touch you when they talk to you. How offensive that can be! But not when Sonny's talking to you.

"Our meeting at Michel's was kismet, I think. Meant to happen," Sonny said. "When I first saw you walk in, I knew that there was something that connected us. If we hadn't spoken at the bar, I would have found a way to talk to you. I couldn't have made the evening go any better than it did. When I left you that night, my body was alive and tingling with excitement. When I got back to my motel, I couldn't help myself. Although I had at least two orgasms at your house, I masturbated, thinking about you, wondering if we would ever see each other again. I came again. Since then, every time I play with myself, I see your face and feel your touch."

"I've thought of you as well," I responded with my heart pounding so hard, Sonny must have been able to see it. "The few moments we spent together were unlike any experience I've ever had. It felt so natural when we touched, when we kissed, and when made love to each other. But it happened so quickly. That was the amazing thing. It was as if I was caught up in a tornado, like in "The Wizard Of Oz." What was happening was beyond my control but, even if I could, I didn't want it to stop. I knew I was going to have sex that night but I never expected that it would be quite like that. I've never been with a woman before. After you left, I couldn't get you out of my mind. My husband and I went straight to the bedroom. I didn't want him where you had been. My pussy was throbbing so. I told him I wanted him in my ass. Of course, he had no problem with fucking me anally. He filled me up with his cock, but you were on my mind. The intense orgasm I had was because I was thinking of you."

"I remember the buttplug you had in your ass. I thought that was really, really hot. I knew you were something special," Sonny said with a big smile. "I want you to know that what happened, happened because it was "magic." I admit that there are times when I might be on the prowl, looking to hook-up with someone and that someone is almost always a guy. I've been known to do a one-night stand on occasion when there isn't a regular guy in my life. But women aren't my focus, not to say that I haven't been with women in the past or won't be with women in the future. Fun is fun and when I want to have fun, well, what ever it takes, as they say." Sonny reached over and kissed me gently on the lips. "Look, all this conversation about our time together in New England is turning me on. Let's just enjoy our day together. We'll have a few laughs and some fun. How about we just relax for a while and get some sun?"

I was getting turned on, as well. I thought it was a good time to slow things down and enjoy the day and see where it led us. "Sounds good to me, Sonny."

Sonny set up two chaises side by side, facing in the right direction to get the benefit of the hot California sun.

"My neighbors next store may drop by later, They know that I'm off until Monday. They're a sweet couple, Bill and Adam. They've been together for about four years. They're great fun to talk to and be with. They come over to sunbathe with me. I hope you don't mind."

If they are friends of yours, then how could I not like them? I said. 

"Good. As I said, they might be by. I just didn't want you to be surprised. Tell you what. You make yourself comfortable out here. I'm going to get us some fruit for us to snack on. I have some honeydew, cantaloupe, and some strawberries. How's that sound?"

I wanted to make a comment about the fact that Sonny's ripe melons would be enough for me but couldn't get it out.

"That all sounds great, Sonny. Can I offer you some help?'

"No, it will only take a minute. Honey, I want you to relax and just work on your tan." With that, she disappeared inside her cute cottage. I was left alone outside to set myself up for a day of warmth and relaxation. All I had was my bra and panties, which, as I mentioned before, were as skimpy as they possibly could be. I yelled to Sonny, asking her if she had a spare bathing suit. Her response was a surprise but not a shock. "Baby, this is California. You don't need a bathing suit here." Her answer went right to my crotch. I could feel a wetness developing between my legs. I was somewhat self-conscious so I took off my top, shorts, and bra but kept my thong on.

Sonny came out with a beautiful tray of fruit and put it on the table. I was enjoying the warm sun on my white New England body. I had to squint to see Sonny and the tray of fruit that she brought out. I used my hand has a sunshade and looked at Sonny. She was completely naked. Her breasts, easily a 34C or D, hung heavily on her chest. Not really heavy but their weight was evident. She had the most magnificent nipples accented by gold hoops that each had a green gemstone on a tiny chain attached to them. Her pussy was completely bare. As she bent over to put the tray down, the cheeks of her ass spread enough that I could see there wasn't any hair around her light brown asshole. It had to be waxed or lasered, because it was completely smooth.

"Are those emeralds on your nipple rings?" I asked.

"Yes. Emeralds are my birthstone. I was born in May."

"Oh my God," I said. "I was born on May 24. What's your birthday?"

Sonny's face lit up with a look of such pleasant surprise I can barely describe. "I was born on May 26," she said, gleefully. "We're both Gemini. That has to be the reason that I feel so connected to you."

"Sonny, I can only tell you that I have never felt this way about another woman in my life. I don't want to embarrass myself, but I have to tell you that I love you. I'm still trying to figure out how to define this love. I don't know if it's like being sisters or something else beyond that."

Sonny sat down next to me and looked me in the eye. "I love you, too. I'd like to show you the love that I feel for you." I was lying there with only my thong on. Sonny went down on her knees next to me and took my thong off. I was completely bare and, for a moment, I felt very vulnerable. I put my knees together so I wasn't so exposed. Sonny put her hands on my inner thighs and pushed my legs apart. I resisted, but only for a moment. I opened my legs as wide as I could. I looked down at my crotch. My shaved vagina was swollen and puffy and very wet. My clitoris was hard and sticking out like a small penis. Then, Sonny went down on me. I was speechless. She tenderly kissed my throbbing clit and then sucked it into her mouth with her soft lips. I put my hands on each side of her head and used my fingers to play with her ears and her neck. Her body was radiating such warmth, it made my hands feel hot.

My hips were rhythmically moving up and down involuntarily. Sonny caressed my clit with her tongue and then very slowly moved down until her tongue was sticking inside my very wet cunt. Her tongue felt like it was a prick penetrating me. My labia were swollen, engorged with blood that made them look purple. I could feel her vacuuming my juices out my pussy. My liquid kept coming and she kept swallowing. Her hands, which had been sensually rubbing my inner thighs, moved up to my pussy lips. She pulled my labia as far apart as she could, opening up my cunt and extending her tongue up to my cervix, or at least it felt like that!

It felt so good but I didn't want to cum. I wanted to make love to her and have orgasms with her. I needed to share this experience in every way possible. She had to stop.

"Sonny, please stop," I said. "I want to hold you and caress you and kiss you."

She gave me one last suck of my clit and looked up at me. Her mouth was covered with the juice from my cunt. We both stood up, naked bodies pressing together, and I gave her a deep kiss. My syrup was all over her face. I was delicious! We embraced, seeming to holding each other for dear life. My heart was pounding as I pressed my breasts against hers. We were so close together, I could feel her pubic mound touching mine. Our lips were locked together, our tongues in each other's mouths. Finally, we broke our grip on each other and each took a step back. I was completely flushed. We both started to laugh.

"I want to make love to you," I said to her. "I told you that before we met, I had never had any sexual contact with another woman, but there is something so special going on between us, all I can think of is making love to you. I want to touch you and feel every inch of your skin. I want to make the hairs on your body stand on end from excitement. Do you understand?"

"I feel the same about you. Whenever I've made love to another woman, it was only for my sexual gratification. But this is different." Come with me."

Sonny took me by the hand and we went into the house. A small staircase went up to the second floor. The entire second floor was her bedroom. A high king-size bed covered with crisp white sheets and a white quilt faced the ocean, looking out of a set of wide French doors. The bed had an abundance of pillows on it. Sonny opened the doors to the small deck. The bedroom was done in white beadboard with light pastel walls. On the ceiling was a fan that gently moved the warm air that filled the room. Sonny lit some scented candles that quickly filled the room with the soft smell of vanilla. I'm partial to Shalimar, which is very much a vanilla fragrance. My brain took everything in and it all went straight to my crotch.




Vacation Sex Ch. 04



"Sit on the bed and I'll be right back," Sonny said as she turned down the bed. I did as I was told. The bed was very high so it took a little effort to climb onto. Once up on the bed, I looked out at the ocean and let my mind think about what was going to happen. Sonny went downstairs. A few minutes later, I heard the familiar noise that only a popping champagne cork can make. Sonny came back into the bedroom with a small silver tray on which were two full crystal champagne flutes.

"Love, let's toast to Geminis, to the gods that made us meet each other, to the beautiful day it is, and to the pleasure that we are going to share," Sonny said as she offered me a glass of bubbly. I took my glass from the tray. Sonny put the tray down and took her glass in hand.

"To us," I said as we clicked our glasses together. The sound that crystal champagne flutes make is a pure and unique sound. It's the sound of good things. No one ever makes a toast for something bad. We sipped the champagne and knowingly smiled at each other. Sonny went to the other side of the bed and put her glass down on the end table. She climbed onto the bed and we sat opposite each other cross-legged. For a moment, I felt like a little girl with a friend sleeping over. We both felt like kids. With champagne in hand, we leaned into each other and kissed. Our lips barely touched at first, but then we pressed into each other. Sonny's lips were so soft. As our mouths opened so our tongues could meet, Sonny's lips tensed into delicate muscles that forced my lips apart and my mouth open. Her long tongue entered my mouth and worked its magic. 

We separated and I looked down at my pussy. My inner labia were swollen and virtually laying on the bed. A damp circle had formed on the sheets from the syrupy juice dripping from my cunt.

"I'm so sorry," I said to Sonny, embarrassed by my accident on her beautiful bed.

Sonny looked down at my crotch and then looked at me with a big smile.

"Honey, don't feel bad about an expression of affection and excitement. And, by the way, you're not the only one who's "wet the bed." I looked down at her smooth silky pussy. She was sitting in her a puddle of her own moisture. It was one of those moments like several that we'd already had that made us feel close to each other.

I lifted my glass of champagne, tipped it towards Sonny and finished it off. She mirrored my silent toast and emptied her glass. I took her glass from her and put both down on the night table. I love champagne because its effect is instantaneous. Those little bulbs make the alcohol enter your blood stream as you're drinking it. I was giddy with excitement and I wanted to share my feelings with Sonny. As we sat facing each other, I reached for her firm and full breasts. I cupped each of them and felt their wet.

"Yours tits are beautiful, Sonny," as I began to play with her pierced nipples.

"Wait just a second," Sonny said. She squeezed her right nipple and removed the gold hoop with its emerald stone. She did the same to her left nipple and put the hoops on the table. "There, my jewelry won't get in the way."

"Tell me why you had your nipples pierced," I asked curiously.

"Well, one night I was out with a guy and, for a goof, we went to a gentlemen's club in L.A. I'm definitely turned on by good-looking women so we thought that watching some strippers would just add to the fun of our evening. Several of the strippers had piercings in a variety of places. Almost all of them had at least one nipple pierced. My guy kept commenting on how much he was turned on by what he saw. I watched and listened to some of the other guys in the place and heard several say how hot the piercings were. The guy I was with was really hot and I liked him a lot. I was ready to take him back to my place so I suggested we get out of there and enjoy the rest of our evening. It was still early but I knew it was going to be a long night."

"We got into his car and headed back home. As we drove down Sunset Boulevard, I saw a tattoo and piercing shop. I was feeling very horny and eager to please. I asked him to stop so we could check out the shop. My curiosity was heightened by our visit to the strip club and the margaritas I had had. We went in and it was a really nice place. There was a very pretty young receptionist who had a piercing over her eyebrow and a little gold hoop in her nose. She was wearing a very tight pink T-shirt that made the barbells she had in her nipples very obvious. I could feel the heat and moisture building up between my legs. I wasn't wearing any underwear that night. I could swear I felt the juice from my pussy running down my leg. I told her I was interested in a nipple piercing."

"The receptionist said that I should think about what I'm doing and be sure that it's what I want. She explained how it's done and that the pain is somewhat intense but only momentary. She said that when she had hers done, the pain seemed to add to the pleasure of the experience. I knew where she was coming from on the "pain and pleasure" combination, so I had no problems with that. She asked me if I wanted one or both nipples pierced. In for a penny, in for a pound, I thought. She put a release and a pen in front of me. I signed without really reading it. I knew what I wanted. I asked her if my friend could watch the piercing being done, figuring that it would really turn him on. She said that there wouldn't be any problem with him watching."

"We went into the back of the shop where there was a room that looked like an operating room in a hospital. It was spotless with white walls, bright lights, and the usual high quality chrome and stainless appliances that you would see in a hospital. The piercer, Adam, was a great-looking guy about 30 years old, dressed in scrubs. We shook hands and he asked me if I was aware of what was about to happen. I told him that I understood the piercing procedure fully and I was ready. He sat me down on a stool and asked me to remove my top and bra. I was so excited, my nipples were hard as rocks."

"He commented that my nipples wouldn't need any preparation, that they looked hard enough for a good piercing. Adam washed my nipples and then took a pen and carefully marked my nipples on both sides. He rolled back on his stool and looked at my nipples to make sure that the placement of the piercings would be correct. Adam applied a topical anesthetic to my right nipple and asked me if I was ready. I told him to do it."

"He clamped my right nipple tightly and ran the piercing needle right through it. I felt a flash of sharp pain. Within seconds, the pain subsided and Mark put a hoop through my nipple and withdrew the needle. He asked me if I was OK and did I want a little time to rest before doing the other nipple. I told him that if that's all the time it took to do it, then just do the other one. He clamped and pierced my left nipple. The pain on the second piercing was much sharper than the first. I let out a little surprised scream. By the time I looked down at my chest, I had two pierced nipples. My boobs were way out there and the hoops made them look even bigger. I was thrilled with my decision to have my nipples pierced."

"Adam told me all about aftercare and told me that it could take four to six weeks to heal. My nipples would still get hard but playing with them would have to wait. He asked me if I was happy with his work and I told him that the piercings were better than I expected. With all the excitement, I had completely forgotten about my friend who was sitting in the corner watching. I asked him what he thought about the whole thing. He smiled and said that we needed to be someplace else very quickly. I got his message loud and clear. I paid the bill and we ran out of the shop. We were in the car breaking every speed limit to get home. By the time we got here, I was completely naked with my new pierced nipples. We came upstairs to this bed and we fucked all night. He ate me out until I was dry. No hole went unfilled. It was one of the hottest nights I ever had. We eventually fell asleep. I was awakened in the morning by the new feelings in my nipples. Since then, I am always aware of my nipples and my sexuality. It was the best sexual thing I have ever done."

"Wow, that's a great story," I said. "It makes me even hornier." As we sat opposite one another, I put my palms against her nipples and began to gently rub them in a circular fashion. Then I pinched each nipple gently at first and then gave them a firm squeeze. Sonny closed her eyes and moaned softly. I rolled them in my fingertips. They were as hard as rocks. Sonny reached out to touch me but I told her not to, that I wanted her to just relax and let me make love to her. I knew that if she touched me I would have an orgasm almost immediately. That's how hot I was. 

"Just lie back and let me play with you for a while. Other than my experience with you, I've never made love to another woman. I want to explore your body but I don't want to be distracted."

"I so desperately want to touch you," Sonny said. "I feel very selfish if I can't share with you.

"Oh, but you are sharing with me. Let me caress you and kiss you for a while and, then, you can join the fun. Don't argue with me. This is very important to me," I said with a mock stern tone.

"Then, if you insist, have your way with me. I won't resist," Sonny said with a big smile.

I began by kissing her toes and moved slowly up her silky smooth legs, caressing her calves and her thighs as my tongue left a trail of saliva on her legs. I moved her legs apart, fully exposing her pussy. Sonny's labia were usually hidden so only a long deep slit that started at her well-tanned and shaved pubic mound and ended somewhere back between her legs, was visible. With her legs splayed, her slit had involuntarily opened to create a deep purple gash that appeared to be filled with some kind of clear thick liquid. I was determined to give Sonny as much pleasure as I could. Still a novice at what I was doing, I could only reflect on what my husband has done to me that felt good, to the many pornos that we'd watched with both Male on Female and Female on Female, and to my instincts. Thinking about scenes from porno's was to distracting. I knew that the best I could do is what came naturally.

I gently ran my fingertips on her inner thighs moving up to the sides of her cunt. With open palms, I massaged her hips in a circular motion, bringing my hands closer to her pubis. Her clit was stimulated enough to be visible at the top of her engorged gash. I took my time with the massage for two reasons. First, I wanted Sonny to experience as much pleasure as I could give her and, second, because this was all new to me, I wanted to study every square inch of skin on her body. I wanted and needed to see how she reacted to my touch.

I brought my face down so that my tongue could touch the tip of her clit. I licked her clit with a slow loving motion. Sonny moaned deeply and her back arched. I was in the right place. The scent that emanated from Sonny's pussy was heavy, but in no way offensive. It was an aroma that was totally new to me. The source of that essence was my target. I wanted to drink from that fountain. I stopped licking her clit and put my mouth on it with a sucking motion. I drew her clit into my mouth, scraped it with my teeth, and then began firmly sucking it. Sonny put her hands on the back of my head and pushed my head into her. 

As hard as she pushed me to suck her clit, I didn't want her to cum yet. My plan was for us to cum together at the same time. I moved away from her clit and ran my tongue down the split of her cunt. She was filled with enough pussy juice to give me a full mouthful. Just as I would take a mouthful of my husband's cum and swirl it around in my mouth, I did the same with Sonny's nectar. It was erotically delicious. When you know the intimate source of such a treat, it serves to heighten your excitement.

Sonny must have read my mind, because she started to play with my nipples. She pinched them until I had to pull back. I wasn't accustomed to the heavy pinching. I was kneeling between her legs. She sat up a little had grabbed my ankles, pulling my legs towards her head. 

"I want to eat you while you're eating me," she said. We got into a "69" position, each of us leaning on our sides, each with one leg up in the air. Sonny put a finger in my wet cunt and drew it out. We could see the thick vaginal fluid stretched between her finger and my cunt.

"Let me have it," I said to her. She ran her finger over my lips, spreading my own juices like it was lipstick. Then she stuck her finger in her mouth and I sucked it like it was a penis. She withdrew her finger and went back to my cunt, inserting two fingers. I licked my lips to get every drop of my own juice. Sonny put in a third finger and rotated her hand. She added a fourth finger.

"Are you OK?" she asked. I knew where she was going. My husband had fisted me many times and his hand was a lot bigger.

"I'm fine," I said. "But I don't know if I can handle any more than what's already there." 

I knew I could but I wanted Sonny to think that this was the first time that I'd ever been fisted. It would definitely up the sense of excitement and the intimacy of our relationship. I watched her move her thumb into the center of her hand. She pushed forward, rotating her hand back and forth as it slowly slid into me. She needed to breach the resistance of my wide open cunt and get her whole hand inside me. I let out short gasps as her hand went pushed against the limits of my cunt. With a sudden motion, her knuckles pushed against the outer edges of my cunt and her whole hand was inside of me. I could feel her hand inside of me, forming a fist. It filled my cunt. It was one of many indescribable pleasures I was feeling. She massaged my vaginal canal with her small fist until I grabbed her wrist and indicated that I wanted her to take her hand out. 

"I want to eat you and I want you to eat me," I told her. She very slowly relaxed her hand inside me and pulled it from my cunt. It was obvious that Sonny had fisting experience, probably on both sides of this issue. She licked off her hand with her extra long tongue and reached for my face. We deeply kissed and I could taste my self on her hand. We lay back down and in unison buried our heads in each other's crotches. It was absolutely unbelievable. I could see with my mind's eye the two of us locked in a "soixante-neuf", in the middle of a king-sized bed, with its crisp white sheets and the California sun streaming through the French doors, the Pacific roaring outside the window, the ceiling fan turning in a slow revolution, Sonny's head stuck between my legs and my head wedged between hers.

I stuck my tongue in her cunt and lapped her juices. She was doing the same to me. My arms wrapped around her thighs, pulling her cunt into my face. Her smell was so fragrant and her pussy was so delicious. I stuck my tongue into her cunt as far as I could. My brain was almost on overload. As good as I my crotch felt, I wanted Sonny to feel the same. I licked her and sucked her and lapped her. My nose was resting against the rosebud of her ass. My husband would kiss my asshole whenever he ate my pussy. He would stick his tongue in my ass. I enjoyed every second of it, but I could never reciprocate. I had a mental block. I would let him finger my ass and I certainly enjoyed when we had anal intercourse but I always had an aversion to rimming him. It could have been because he had hair around his asshole and it just didn't seem appealing.

Now, I had my nose almost sticking in Sonny's ass. There wasn't a hair in sight. In fact, it was baby-smooth. I was feeling guilty about the fact that I shaved my cunt and there was probably some stubble growing back. I know that I had some hair around my asshole. As Sonny's tongue moved around my crotch, I was sure that she was feeling some of my hair coming back in. I inhaled her smell for a second and made my decision. This woman, whom I loved in a way I couldn't describe, deserved every possible way of pleasure. I moved into her crotch enough so that my tongue could ring her ass. I slowly licked her anus in a circular motion, inquisitive about what it would taste like. It had the taste of the syrup from her pussy. I pushed my tongue against Sonny's anus. 

I don't think this was something that was new for Sonny. Instead of her hole tightening up, it relaxed enough to let me stick my tongue in. I pushed my tongue in as far as I could and circled around. Sonny pushed her hips into me in a slow rhythm. As I rimmed her ass, she stuck her tongue in mine. I was feeling self-conscious about the difference between Sonny's ass and mine but the feelings were so good, I quickly put it out of my mind. The two of us were grinding into each other and moaning. I felt Sonny's tongue sucking on my anus and then she stuck it in my ass. As good as I've ever felt making love to my husband, making love to and with Sonny was taking me to a new level.

My excitement was building deep in my cunt. Sonny put a finger in my pussy while she was kissing my ass. Then she put another finger in and began to rhythmically fuck me with them, pulling them all the way out and then putting them in as far as she could. And then, she pulled them out and pressed her middle finger against my asshole. Slowly inserting it, an inch at a time. The other finger went back into my cunt. She began to fuck me with one finger in my front hole and the other finger in the back. I felt Sonny spread her legs just a bit and took that to mean that she wanted me to do the same to her. I followed her lead and put a finger in her ass and one in her cunt.

Sweat was beginning to cover our bodies. We were really working on each other with an intensity that I have never experienced before. I wanted Sonny to come and I wanted to come. We were both approaching the point of no return, humping each other as hard as we could. Fingers in both holes, we simultaneously sucked on each other's clits. I started to shake as my first orgasm swept over my body, followed by a second and a third. Sonny began to grunt in an animalistic way, pushing her cunt into my face. She release my clit long enough to tell me that she was coming. Her legs squeezed together as her body shuddered and then, suddenly, I felt a liquid shoot into my mouth and onto my face. Sonny was a squirter!! I was shocked, and for a moment, I didn't know what to do. I tasted a bit of the liquid and it wasn't offensive at all. I sucked her clit until she came again and again.

And then it was over. We rolled apart and lay there looking up at the ceiling, trying to catch our breath. Her hand reached out to mine and we held hands, quietly and then we burst out laughing. I got up on my knees and held her face. I kissed her as deeply as I could.

"That was fucking incredible," I said. "I've never come like that, ever. Did you know you were going to squirt like that?"

"I'm so sorry. That has only happened once before in a situation that was almost as hot as this. I didn't expect it to happen. I'm really sorry if it offended you," Sonny said, with an apologetic look on her face.

"No, no, no," I replied. "I think that it was so fucking hot. I wish I could do that."

We got into bed and Sonny pulled the sheets up to cover us. She said that she was spent and we should take a nap for a while. It sounded good to me as we spooned into each other. Sonny was behind me with one arm holding one of my tits. I never felt safer or more comfortable. I was asleep in just a few minutes.

The breeze off the Pacific coming through the French doors woke us up. It was 1:30 in the afternoon. I looked at Sonny.

"Thank you so much for that wonderful experience. It was unlike anything that ever happened to me," I said.




Vacation Sex Ch. 04



"I've had sex with lots of women in my life, but nothing else ever came close," Sonny replied. "I've never felt the heat and intensity that I felt making love to you. It was so special." She jumped off the bed and grabbed my hand. At that moment, the doorbell rang. "Oh my God, I think that's Bill and Adam. Remember I told you that they might come over to sit on my deck." Sonny went into the bathroom and came out with two robes. "Here, put this on and we'll go sit out on the deck."

Sonny went down stairs to answer the door. I heard her greet Adam and Bill. She told them to go on out to the deck and get comfortable and she would be out shortly. I went into the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror. I was a little disheveled but I could see the relaxation in my face. I sat down to pee and looked at my pussy. My clit was hanging out and my lips were still pretty big. Just looking at myself gave me a twinge of excitement. I found some mouthwash, rinsed my mouth out and fixed my hair as best I could. I went down stairs where I found Sonny preparing a pitcher of lemonade.

"Come out and meet my friends," Sonny said.

We walked out on the deck and there, already comfortable in the sun, were Adam and Bill. I was taken aback. They were two handsome gay men who obviously didn't expect me to be there. They were both nude. One was applying lotion to the other. They both stood up as Sonny and I walked out onto the deck. They were both well built, around six feet tall and about 180 pounds. Adam had sandy blonde hair and Bill had dark brown hair. Sonny introduced me to them and we shook hands. I looked at each of them and began to focus on their crotches. Adam's penis was uncut and he had a little patch of barely-visible trimmed blonde pubic hair. It must have been about five inches long. Bill was circumcised and completely shaved. His penis looked a little longer than Adam's. Neither had any chest hair at all. I had never seen an uncut cock before. 

"The boys always come over to sunbathe here. Their house doesn't have deck like mine, said Sonny.

"I hope that you're not offended, " Bill said. He had a mouthful of beautiful white teeth that contrasted against his olive skin. "We didn't know that Sonny had company."

"It's OK. It's California, isn't it? Anything goes," I said. I was shocked when I first saw these two beautiful men standing in front of my without a stitch of clothes on, but I was in a different place, both geographically and mentally. The experience that I just shared with Sonny was like turning a corner for me. I wasn't going to look back. I would take it as it comes.

"Come on, let's all relax and enjoy the day. A blue sky in Southern California is not something we see every day," Sonny said as she put the pitcher of lemonade down.

There were two pairs of chaises with towels lined up on the deck. There was the table that the lemonade was on in between the chaises. Adam and Bill finished applying lotion to each other and made themselves comfortable on their two chaises. Sonny asked me if I would put some suntan lotion on her back. I said sure. She handed me the bottle and, in a very seductive way, opened her robe and let it drop to the deck. She turned around, facing Bill and Adam, and I rubbed lotion on her back. I couldn't help but put some on her ass and between her legs.

"Do you want me to do your back," Sonny asked.

I said yes which meant the moment of truth had come. I had to take my robe off in front of the two guys. I knew they were gay but I wasn't accustomed to being naked in front of other people. Like I said before, in for a penny, in for a pound. I took my robe off and, without any kind of embarrassment, stood in front of Adam and Bill as Sonny massaged the lotion into my shoulders, back, and buttocks. Sonny and I sat down on our chaises and laid back to bask in the warm sun. It was like heaven. The warmth from the sun felt so therapeutic. 

Occasionally I would look over at Bill and Adam from the corner of my eye. They were holding hands. Adam's oiled uncut dick was lying across his thigh. It looked like he had the beginning of an erection because I could see the head of his cock coming out of his foreskin. Bill looked like he had a little "chubby" too, as my husband would say. They were gay but they were men and their slick bodies with cocks exposed were getting to me. I felt my self getting wet.

We were out there for about an hour. I was dozing off and on. Sonny's eyes were closed. She might have been napping. I think that Adam and Bill thought we were asleep. I looked over at them. Each was firmly erect, with that great young man's hard-on. They were giving each other hand jobs in what they thought was a very discreet way. As I watched, Bill stood up and sat on the edge of Adam's chaise. Then he leaned over. He was giving Adam a blowjob! I could see Bill's head bobbing up and down and Adam's hips rising to meet Bill's obviously hungry mouth. It only took a minute or two. 

After Adam came, Bill got up and straddled Adam, lining up his cock with Adam's mouth. Bill stuck his cock in Adam's mouth and Adam took the whole thing down his throat. Bill was throat-fucking Adam. Adam's nose was pressed against the smooth skin above Bill's cock. Bill pulled his cock out so that only the head was in Adam's mouth. I watched Adam suck the tip of Bill's cock until Bill was ready to cum. Adam opened his mouth and Bill masturbated until he shot his load into Adam's mouth. Adam swallowed it all. Bill went back to his lounge chair.

This was a day like no other. I had the most incredible sex with a woman for whom I had so much affection, I can't even put it in words. And then, on top of that, I am witness to two beautiful men performing oral on each other. I guess it could only happen in California.

It was getting late and I had to get back to my cousin's house. I nudged Sonny who looked over at me and winked. 

"You saw what happened?" I whispered.

"It's not the first time that Adam and Bill have had sex on my deck," Sonny said with a shit-eating grin on her face. "It's a real turn-on, isn't it?"

"I'll say! Look, I've got to get going. I wish I could stay longer but I'm expected back for dinner and I want to take a shower before my cousin gets home. I really have to go."

"I understand. It's been an absolutely fabulous day and I wish you could stay with me tonight, but I guess it can't happen. Do you have any plans for tomorrow? I have some errands to run and I know that we could have a great time."

"Let's see. Tomorrow is Friday. I'm free. My cousin and her husband will be working, so I'm on my own again."

"Good. Come here in the morning and we'll go out for the day."

I said my good-byes to Adam and Bill and told them what a pleasure it was to meet them. I couldn't help but give them a little wink. They said that they hoped to see me again. I think that the two of them hoped that I would see them again, or should I say watch them again. I got dressed and headed for the door. Sonny grabbed me and almost swept me off my feet. She gave me a deep kiss as if it was the last kiss we would ever have. 

"I'll see you tomorrow, Sonny. Don't worry. I love you."

"I love you, too."



Vacation Sex Ch. 04b



I drove back to my cousin's house, my head filled with the memories of the day. My mind relived making love to, or better still, with, Sonny, the incredible feelings of warmth and satisfaction that almost overwhelmed me, and, of course, the performance of Sonny's next door neighbors, which I found to be so exciting to watch. I'd seen gay videos before but watching two men suck each other off right in front of me was so sensual and erotic. The gay videos that I've watched have been ones that my husband ordered, telling me that he was turned on by watching two men get it on. After having witnessed two guys blowing each other and being turned on by it, I was beginning to wonder exactly where my husband fit in to this picture. Did he want to suck a man, or did he want a man to suck him? He's the one who's brought home the gay videos. After all, he watched as Sonny and I had sex with each other and I know he enjoyed watching it. The sex we had after Sonny left was some of the best sex I'd ever had.

How would I feel if I watched my man having sex with another man? Would it bother me if a man came in his mouth, or fucked him in the ass? I know that my husband loves anal sex, doing it and getting it, at least with dildos and butt plugs. Would he be as anxious to take a dick up his ass as he is sticking his up my ass? It would turn me on to watch him fuck another guy but if he swallowed a man's cum, well, I don't know. If a guy sucked him off, I know I would be jealous because I love giving him head and swallowing his seed.

I had to get these thoughts out of my head. My pussy was so wet and, in a few minutes, I was going to be sitting across the table from my rather conservative cousin and her stick-in-the-mud husband, answering their inane questions about what I did all day. "Gee, cuz, I met a new friend who ate my pussy until I couldn't see straight, and then I watched two guys give each other blowjobs... Then I thought about my husband and if he was interested in having sex with a man and.... I had to get my feet planted firmly on the ground and stop the movie that was going on in my head.

I pulled into my cousin's driveway and shut the car off. I needed to sit for a few minutes before I went into the house. Once in the house, I knew I had to be "up and on" for my cousin. We sat around the dinner table while I listened to her tell me about her day. Terribly boring in comparison to the day I had but I had to listen. One thing about my cousin, once she starts talking, she never stops. I nodded and smiled and watched her lips move but I didn't hear a word she was saying. Her husband, a nice enough guy, is about as exciting as a lump on a log. The clock moved so slowly but finally it was time to go to bed. I was so excited to get into bed. I hadn't spoken to my husband all day and then I remembered that there was a three-hour time difference. He was going to be pissed!

"Hello," He answered as if he had been sleeping.

"I'm sorry if I woke you, Honey. I completely forgot about the time zone difference. How are you?"

"OK. How are you? Are you having a good time? What did you do today?"

I wasn't sure exactly what to tell him. I decided that the truth was probably the best choice, at least some of the truth. "I was on my way to the mall to do some shopping when I saw a sign for Laguna Niguel. Do you remember Sonny, the woman we met when we were on vacation? Well, I remembered that she lived in Laguna Niguel and I had her card in my wallet. I gave her a call and she invited me to her house. I really wasn't into shopping for shopping's sake so I took her up on her offer.

"I remember her. I remember her very well," my husband said. I could hear the curiosity in his voice.

"She has this wonderful cottage right on the ocean. You'd really like it. We spent the day on her deck, overlooking the Pacific. It was really nice and she was a wonderful host. It was one of the most relaxing days I've ever had. The only real downside to the day was having to listen to my cousin and her incessant self-centered rant while we ate dinner. I really love her but she can get on my nerves. How was your day?" I asked, hoping to change the direction of the conversation. I would be happy to give my husband every detail of my day but this wasn't the right time. I'll save it for a good bedtime story.

"Same shit, different day, I guess. Business as usual, no interesting mail, no phone calls. Are you having a nice time?"

"I'm having a great time but you know how my cousin is. A lot of chatter, but it's nice to have someone who I can talk to about family. The memories are terrific and she gives me a different perspective on things and I'm sure she's interested in my view of our family history."

"What are you going to do tomorrow?"

Again, the truth was the best way to go, at least part of the truth. "Sonny's going to take me to some really funky stores that I would never find on my own. I'm hoping to get something new and exciting. It should be an interesting day." Boy, that was an understatement. "She's so nice and hospitable. I feel very comfortable with her." 

I said a final goodbye and hung up the phone. I hope I'm forgiven for not telling the whole truth. All of a sudden I was really tired but, at the same time, I was really excited about my day with Sonny and I was wondering what tomorrow would bring. I got into bed and instinctively curled up in a fetal position. One thing about my cousin, she didn't cheap out on the sheets. They felt like they were 600-thread count Egyptian cotton. I luxuriated in the cool crisp feeling. I clasped my hands together and put them between my legs. I knew I would be asleep in no time. I pressed my hands into my pubic mound. I could feel my clit come alive. I got a rhythm going, rubbing my clit until a wave of orgasmic pleasure swept over my body. Thoughts of Sonny and our day together rapidly flashed in my head. Within minutes after my orgasm, I fell asleep.

I had a great night's sleep. I got up early so I could have coffee with my cousin and her husband before they left for work. I also wanted to get an early start on my day with Sonny. I knew that I wouldn't be able to see her on Saturday and I was going home on Sunday. I wished that the day could be 36 hours long! When I had the house to myself, I put on some nice jazz and began to prepare myself for the day. The shower in the guest bathroom was huge and had a place where I could sit and just let the water hit me. The showerhead created a pulsating stream of water that was so therapeutic. I lathered my body with a luxuriously fragrant soap. The lather would be perfect for shaving. 

My mind was filled with the memories of eating Sonny's pussy the day before and how soft and smooth her skin was. I remembered my tongue licking her labia, her clit, and her asshole and not feeling a single hair. I was determined to shave off every pubic hair I had. I shaved around my asshole, carefully feeling if any hair remained. I was obsessed! When I was completely satisfied with my shaving job, I realized that I was so turned on that my pussy was gushing. I was almost euphoric. I wanted to masturbate and bring myself to orgasm but I knew I had to stop. Hopefully my day with Sonny would result in more than one orgasm. I knew I had to wait. As turned on as I was, I really wanted to share my pleasure.

I stepped out of the shower and grabbed a huge bath towel. My cousin was never one to scrimp. Her bath towels reminded me of the ones Leona Helmsley had in her hotels in New York. The towel was like a big soft terry blanket. I was completely covered by it and within minutes I was dry. I covered myself with an expensive body cream, methodically rubbing it into my skin all over my body. I couldn't help but pinch my nipples as I massaged my breasts. A dollop of body cream on my super smooth pubic mound only led me to tweak my clit, which was as swollen as it could be. I was ready to cum at any moment. If I was going to cum, or should I say, when I was going to cum, I wanted Sonny to be part of my pleasure. No more touching, I said to myself.

I dressed as simply as I could. I wanted to be provocative without being trashy. I put on a thin silk v-neck T-shirt in a pinkish salmon color. No bra! I've always favored panties but only the smallest I could find. My husband bought me a selection of micro-panties from Wicked Weasel that I loved. I put on a pair of white diaphanous lace panties that had a seam to accentuate my shaved cameltoe. My inner labia are always hanging out so my cameltoe was very pronounced and very hot! Tight white short shorts finished off my clothing selection. A pair of beige espadrilles with 2½" heels gave my legs just the right definition. I would have worn CFM spikes if it were evening. I looked at myself in the full-length mirror and I was impressed. I looked great. If I saw me, I'd want to fuck me. I was ready for the day. Bring It On!!

As I got closer to Sonny's house, I could feel my heart pounding. I was genuinely excited, both physically and emotionally. As I approached her house, I saw that her gate was open. I pulled in and gave my horn a couple of short beeps. The front door opened and Sonny came running out. She looked magnificent. She was wearing a very short white tennis skirt with her tan legs ending in a pair of shoes that laced up her calves in a sort of Greek style. Her top was a deep scoop neck. It was the type that usually had a built-in bra but it was quite obvious by Sonny's protruding pierced nipples that her top had no bra. Her boobs were firm and voluptuous. She looked hot!! I got out of my car and moved towards Sonny with my arms open. I wanted to feel her body against mine. I could have jumped on her right then and there. I could feel my pussy getting wet and sticky.

"Hi, honey," Sonny said with a big huge smile. "I am so happy you're here." Sonny wrapped her arms around me as I hugged her and held her close. Our lips met in what began as a gentle kiss but ended up being an earthy open-mouthed mutual tongue exploration. I could feel my pussy getting wet. I pushed myself into Sonny's body so that as we held each other, we almost melted together. I was breathless!!

"We either jump into bed now and spend the rest of the day feasting on each other or we get out of here, have a nice day and save the fun for later. What do you think," Sonny said.

It was my last day with Sonny and making love to her all day was very tempting but I wanted to have some fun, too. "Let's get out of here, but promise me we'll end the day in bed." 

"I promise. Cross my heart and hope to die," said Sonny with the cutest smile that made my heart pound. "Come on, let's go. I have a great day planned for us." I followed Sonny into her garage where she had the cutest little Mini Cooper convertible. It was dark dark green with a matching top and black leather interior. The car shined like a gem. Sonny got in and put the top down. I stood there looking at Sonny with her blonde hair and brilliant white smile, sitting behind the wheel, looking like a Mini commercial.

"What are you waiting for, Honey?"

For a moment I was mesmerized, thinking how "California" Sonny looked. I got into the car, buckled my seatbelt and said, "Baby, let's get this show on the road."

The garage door opened and Sonny fired up the Mini's engine. We were on the road heading towards L.A. 

"What's on the agenda for today," I asked.

"To tell you the truth, I love my nipple piercings so much, I made an appointment for another piercing," Sonny replied.

"What kind of piercing?"

"I want to get a genital piercing, like a labia piercing. Actually, what I really want is a clit hood piercing. You know, like a ring that rests on top of my clit."

I was not totally ignorant of genital piercings. A lot of the porn that my husband and I watch has women who have piercings. I never really focused on the fact that they were pierced but now, that I really thought about it, I always thought that the piercings were really hot, just not for me. Thinking about it I realized that I was naïve. Since my husband chose the porn we watched, obviously the fact that the women were pierced turned him on. How dumb was I!!!

Even though Southern California is notorious for its bad traffic, I didn't care. I was with someone I truly loved. I watched Sonny negotiate the freeway like a jet fighter pilot. I was impressed. I know that she was talking to me but I really wasn't listening. I looked her up and down and thought about her pierced nipples. I could see them through the thin material she was wearing. I was thinking about the nature of our relationship: two women who were like sisters but were lovers. My head was spinning with the memories of our physical relationship. How warm Sonny was and how tender she was. I felt flushed just thinking about the orgasms she gave me. They were as good as they were because my head and heart were involved. My pussy was dripping wet. I could feel it every time I moved.

Before I knew it, we were on Melrose Avenue in L.A. Sonny found a place to park near the tattoo and piercing salon.

"C'mon, honey," she said, grabbing my hand. I felt like a high school kid playing hokey. We walked into the shop, hand-in-hand.

The girl behind the counter was a hot little blond thing with beautiful tattoos all over her arms and chest. She had a small diamond piercing in her nose. Her chest was massive, undoubtedly pumped up with silicone but definitely not unattractive. Her nipples were very visible under a diaphanous black material that looked like silk. Silver rings surrounded her nipples with a bar going through the center. The jeans she was wearing looked like they were painted on, with a very pronounced cameltoe. She was freaking hot!!

"Hi, Sonny," she said with her big smile that showed a gorgeous set of teeth. "Rick is waiting for you. Let me call him."

Rick came out to the waiting area and greeted Sonny with a big hug. Sonny introduced me to Rick as her "long lost sister". 

"Come on in," Rick said with a wave of his hand.

"I'll wait out here," I told Sonny.

"You'll do no such thing," she said. "I need you to hold my hand and give me moral support."

With that, I followed Sonny into one of the piercing rooms. The room was like a small hospital operating room, extremely clean and well-lit with stainless steel tables and trays. There was an autoclave for sterilizing the piercing instruments. There was a medical-looking chair that had wide stirrups on it.

"Have you decided which piercing you want?" Rick asked Sonny. 

"Tell me again the difference between the two."

"Well, the horizontal hood piercing is the most popular for its look. The downside is that unless the piercing is placed correctly and your anatomy is perfectly suitable for this piercing, it doesn't provide much stimulation to your clitoris. A vertical hood piercing is the easiest, least painful, most stimulating, and quickest healing piercing there is. Almost all women are physically and anatomically suited for this piercing, it is very attractive, and it provides the best direct stimulation to the clitoris without penetrating it. I think that you can't go wrong with the vertical piercing. Most of my hood piercings have been verticals."

I listened intently, my curiosity piqued by the whole idea of having a genital piercing. It was a very exciting atmosphere even though it was very clinical.

"Let's go for the vertical," Sonny said.

"OK. Let's do it. I need you to pull up your skirt, take off your underwear, and sit down in the chair. And relax!!"

Sonny pulled up her skirt, revealing her completely shaved pussy. She sat down in the chair and put her feet into the stirrups, spreading her legs apart. Her pussy lips were stuck together but then they separated exposing her wetness. It was all very hot for me but Rick seemed to take it in stride. He put a surgical drape over Sonny so all that was exposed was her clitoral hood and just a little bit of her cunt. Rick swabbed the area with a surgical alcohol wipe. Sat on a stool next to her, holding her hand and watching closely.

"I'm going to apply a little topical anesthetic, just like a dentist would use before giving you a Novocaine shot. It will minimize the initial pain from the piercing needle insertion. Are you ready?"

"As ready as I'll ever be," Sonny said bravely, squeezing the life out of my hand.

Rick dabbed the hood of Sonny's clit with a Q-tip saturated in the anesthetic liquid. With the deftness of a surgeon, Sonny took a deep breath as Rick pulled her clit hood up with his latex glove clad hand. With the other hand, he took the piercing needle and smoothly pierced her hood. There was a drop of blood coming from the insertion point and some pinkish fluid from the needle's exit. It was probably a little blood mixed with the wetness of Sonny's pussy. Sonny was a trooper!! Barely a sound came out of her as she exhaled. Within seconds, Rick inserted the platinum piercing with a small ball on the top and a larger ball on the bottom. It looked fantastic!!

"We're done," Rick said with a big grin. "That's all there is to it. Take a look at how hot it looks." Rick handed Sonny a mirror and she moved it around so she could see her knew piercing from all different angles.

"Wow, wow, wow!!" Sonny exclaimed. "It's freakin' awesome. Thank you, thank you."

"Don't mention it. Did you bring a pair of panties with you? I need to just put a little pad over the piercing. There shouldn't be any more bleeding but just in case there's a drop or two more, a pad will help." Sonny pulled a tiny pair of boy shorts from her pocket.

"What do you think, Babe?" Sonny asked me. Truly, I thought the whole experience was the hottest thing I've ever seen and the piercing was definitely beyond sexy.

"It's beautiful," I said, a little matter-of-factly, not wanting to sound too excited by the whole thing.

"C'mon, you can do better than that. I can feel my clit throbbing from the ball pressing against it. You know what? You've got to do it. This is so hot and we'll be matching. Every time I feel my clit throbbing, or look at my piercing, I'll think of you. What could be hotter than that?"

I knew this was coming. It was the moment of truth. I was past the point of worrying about the pain of the piercing procedure. Here was my friend, my lover, so exuberant about her new jewelry. If she was so happy, why wouldn't I be the same?

"No, no. I can't do it. How will I explain it to my husband?" I wanted to get pierced in the worst way. How would I explain it?

"Hell, he's watched us have sex together. Aren't you going to tell him about our adventures? He seems like the kind of guy who'll be turned on by the whole thing. Tell him that I got a piercing and you knew that if you got one, it would really turn him on. You know he's going to think it's really hot that you were thinking of him. Come on. This will be like being blood sisters. It will be our secret. No matter what happens to our relationship, we will never forget each other. It's like Rick and Ilsa in "Casablanca". No matter what, 'they always had Paris.'

I was a sucker for anything 'Casablanca.'

"Ok, Ok, I'll do it."

Sonny got out of the chair. I stood up and took my shorts and underwear off, exposing my totally bald pussy to a complete stranger. Or was he? I had never been naked in front of anyone before in such an open place. I was incredibly excited and wanted my hood pierced more than anything. I sat down in the chair and put my feet in the stirrups. Rick covered me as he had Sonny. Sonny held my hand. Her hand was unbelievably hot. My head was spinning and I felt euphoric. Within seconds, it was over. I felt nothing but the pulsation of my clit. I looked down at my crotch and there it was. A beautiful barbell piercing resting on the top of my clit, which was definitely swollen, with sexual excitement. Sonny and I had identical piercings. My heart was pounding. I was so happy!!




Vacation Sex Ch. 04b



I pulled my underwear back up and Rick put a little pad over my piercing. He told us how to care for our piercings and that they would probably be completely healed in four to six weeks. Sonny paid him for our piercings and we both gave him a big hug. We had a special bond with the guy who pierced our clits. There was nothing sexual about our relationship with Rick other than he had the most intimate knowledge of each of us, something that not too many people would ever have. I asked him about sexual activity and he told us to be careful about touching our clits and that intercourse was not a problem. Any kind of oral activity should wait for at least a week or so to avoid infection. We thanked Rick and left the salon. Outside the shop I grabbed Sonny and gave her a deep kiss, thanking her for my new jewelry and for opening my eyes to a new adventure. She hugged me with a passion.

"Let's go back to your house." I wanted to take my clothes off and sit in the sun out on Sonny's deck and look at my first piercing. I was almost hypnotized by the new sensation that radiated from my crotch. I couldn't help but feel the ball of the piercing pressing against my clit. I sensed juice from my pussy running down my inner thigh. I was so totally turned on. I wanted to look at Sonny's piercing, as well. And I wanted to touch her, to squeeze her nipples, to stick my tongue down her throat, to lick her ass. I didn't want to waste the sexual heat I was feeling. 

"I'm with you, Babe. I feel too good to squander the day doing frivolous things. I want to make love to you." Sonny looked at me with eyes that sent out rays of warmth. "We only have a little more time to be together. Let's make the most of it."

We got into her car and headed back to her house. All the way back, all we could do was giggle. She and I were feeling the same exact pressure on our clits. The fact that we had just gone through a surgical procedure together made us closer. We were lovers, we were sisters, we were deep, true friends. All I could do was look at Sonny. She was beautiful, more beautiful than I had ever noticed before. She glowed. Her smile was captivating. I hoped that when she looked at me, she felt half as much I felt for her. She drove like a racecar driver, intent on getting to our destination as quickly as possible. The scenery was a blur. I put my hand on the back of Sonny's neck and gave her a gentle squeeze. She stretched slightly and gave out a soft moan.

Sonny turned onto her street, pushed a button in the car, and like magic, the gate opened. We ran into the house. Once inside, Sonny and I stood facing each other, still giggling like little girls. Simultaneously, we embraced and locked into a deep emotionally charged kiss, our tongues probing as far down each other's throats as they could. We were electrically charged. I was so excited, my cunt was gushing fluid. My panties, what there were of them, were soaked. Sonny's hand reached between my legs and felt the flimsy material. I jumped as her fingers pushed against my new jewelry. She brought her hand up to her mouth and licked the shiny juice of them.

I got down on my knees in front of her and raised her short skirt. She, too, was soaked. The little boy shorts she was wearing were of a material so thin you could see every fold of skin of the shaved pussy underneath. The wetness made them even more transparent. I could see Sonny's new piercing pushing against the shorts. I pulled her shorts down to her ankles and pulled her right foot through. She stood before me now with her legs spread apart, rivulets of her cunt liquor dripping down the inside of her thighs. I started from the bottom of each trail of fluid and licked up, ending with my tongue just sticking between her labia. I did this until her legs were clean but each time I end up at her sopping pussy for a mouthful of her delicious cream. Sonny kept moaning, trying to steady herself.

"Let's get undressed and go out on the deck. I just want to sit and look at you and your new decoration," Sonny said, breathing heavily as I licked her crotch.

I reluctantly stopped what I was doing and took off my clothes, just leaving them in a pile on the floor. Sonny did the same and took my hand. We went out onto her deck, out in the warm California sun. She took two chaises and put them side by side but facing each other. I was a little puzzled by the arrangement until we were laying down, looking at each other. From my vantage point, I could see her pussy and its new piercing perfectly, just as she could see mine. I reached over and touched the inside of her thigh. My hand was not close enough to the source of her pleasure. I got up and moved my chaise a foot forward. Now, I could reach her pussy. 

The sun was hot and so were we. It was such a turn-on, watching the moisture form on Sonny's beautiful naked body. She started to glisten. (Women don't sweat, they glisten!) Her totally tan sensual body was glowing. Her body could be described as voluptuous. We weren't kids; we were two mature women with fully developed bodies. We were more in the style of Marilyn Monroe than in the waif-like anorexic appearance of some of the paparazzi targets in today's tabloids. We were "Rubenesque", full-bodied and full-blooded. It was one of the reasons that I found Sonny so appealing. She was a woman.

It was the perfect arrangement. I put my knees up and spread my legs, allowing Sonny easy access to my cunt. Although playing with a fresh piercing was not allowed, I felt her fingers sliding back and forth in between my pussy lips. I reached over and duplicated Sonny's efforts by putting three fingers into her cunt. We looked at each other and all we could do was smile. Our position did not allow us to kiss and we each had a free hand. I started to play with my rock hard nipples.

"That's a great idea," Sonny said, as she stuck a finger through the hoop that pierced her right nipple. She pulled on it gently, stretching her right tit until it looked like she might rip the ring out of her nipple.

"How much can you pull on that thing before it hurts?" I asked inquisitively. After all, I had a pierced clitoral hood. A pierced nipple seemed like small potatoes. I suddenly realized that, in all likelihood, my VCH wouldn't be my last piece of body jewelry. I could only look at Sonny's chest, with her D-cup boobs and their gold piercings, with admiration and at this moment, a little envy. I wish I had pierced my tits, too. I would have put some nice barbells through them.

"Oh, you'd be surprised. Pulling on them is kind of a BDSM turn-on. It takes quite a bit to feel pain when pulling on them. Twisting them is a different story. That can really hurt!!"

As we spoke, we each were massaging the inside of the other's cunt. I was beginning to feel an orgasm building. I played with my nipples, pinching and squeezing them until they turned purple. It was coming. My breathing became heavy and short. Wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure hit me. Since the first orgasm Sonny gave me, each has been better than the previous one. 

I must admit that, when I first met Sonny, deep inside I had a curiosity about a sexual relationship with another woman. In retrospect, meeting Sonny was the best thing that happened to me. Had I just had some simplistic lesbian encounter that was only about sex, I would have ended up turned off to the whole thing. But Sonny, she was extraordinary. She was so special that I can't find the words to describe my total feelings. Friend, lover, sister. They all fit but it goes so much beyond that.

I wanted to please Sonny. My fingers stroked the inside of her cunt with tenderness and affection. I wanted her to feel as good as I did. In the beginning of our relationship, I considered her to be the leader, that I was the naïve and unknowing one. When she seduced me on our vacation, I thought it was all new to me. It really wasn't. It was something that I was waiting for. The fact that it was Sonny was serendipity. Had it been someone else, it probably wouldn't have happened. 

"Honey, I want you to turn over on your stomach," I told Sonny.

"But, but, this seems like such a comfortable arrangement."

"It is, but I can't do what I want to do."

"What's that?"

"Please you!"

Sonny turned over on her stomach. I got up and pulled her hips up so she was on all fours, her ass sticking up in the air. I didn't believe what was going on. I was the dominatrix and she was the submissive. I pushed her legs apart so that the cheeks of her ass were spread, exposing her light brown asshole. Right below her asshole was her hot pussy, with its protruding swollen labia. This was the only way I could attack her cunt because the new piercing, only hours old, couldn't be a sexual target.

Although her ass cheeks were spread apart, I put a hand on each one and pushed, exposing her sweet pucker even more. With an indescribable passion, I started licking her asshole. Sonny moaned with pleasure, pushing her ass back against my tongue. I pushed the tip of my tongue against her anus. Her ass relaxed enough to open up and let my tongue enter. I stuck my tongue in as far as it could go. I never thought I would wish I had a penis but this was the moment I did. Not for my pleasure but for Sonny's. I fucked her ass with my tongue, covering her opening with saliva. I backed away from licking her ass and stuck a finger in where my tongue had been. 

"More!!"

I put two fingers in and then a third. Sonny pushed back against my hand. Her asshole seemed to get bigger.

"More!!"

I had three fingers in her ass. I took them out and dropped a mouthful of saliva all over her asshole. I shaped my hand into a cone and began to push it into her ass. If I was going to put four fingers in her ass, then why not my whole hand. I turned my hand back and forth as I pushed it into Sonny's ass. She pushed back against my hand. My fingers were into her ass up to the knuckles. I could feel the pressure of her sphincter around my hand.

"Ow, Ow, Ow," Sonny screamed.

"Do you want me to stop?"

"Don't stop. Keeping pushing."

It was at that moment that her ass opened up and my whole hand went in. I was fisting her asshole.

"Just hold your hand there," Sonny commanded. I did. She began slight movements back and forth. Sonny was moaning loudly.

"It's fucking unbelievable. I've never felt anything like it. I'm going to come. I'm going to come."

Sonny started to shake. 

"Yes, Yes, Yes," she was screaming. I felt her ass pulsating, gripping my hand in a fierce clench. 

The anal grip she had on my hand relaxed.

Very slowly, Sonny pulled forward. I kept my hand still as she pulled away from me. My hand slowly appeared, leaving her ass gaping widely. Within seconds, her asshole closed back up to a swollen pucker. Sonny lay on the chaise and lowered her hips so she was lying flat. Her body was shaking.

"Are you ok?"

"I'm still having orgasms."

We sat there together while she came down from her heights of euphoria. I was still feeling the warmth of the afterglow of my own orgasm. We sat out on her deck, looking at the ocean. I was so relaxed. We held hands. We napped. I woke up and realized by where the sun was in the sky that I had to get going.

"Sonny, I have to leave. My cousin is expecting me for dinner. And I have to spend the day with her tomorrow. My plane leaves first thing Sunday morning. This is it. As much as I want to stay, I have to go. I don't want to get emotional but I want to tell you how much I love you, but I can't put it in words. I can only tell you that my heart is pounding." I put my arms around her and pull her to me. I think I was squeezing the life out of her. We embraced and kissed, our tongues all tangled together.

"Baby, I cannot ever remember having as much fun as we've had. I know that there has never been anybody in my life like you. Don't fret. I'm going to be coming east on business in about a month. I'll plan on putting aside some time for play. We'll make plans and we'll have a great time. Remember, absence makes the heart grow fonder."

Her words gave me strength. The fact that I had to leave only meant that we could plan to be together again. I know that I would keep her in my mind until the next time we would see each other. Plus, every time I moved, I would feel my clit hood piercing, a constant reminder of the bond we had. As much as we both didn't want to get emotional, tears rolled down our cheeks and then we laughed. We were like two school kids. I got dressed and walked to the door. Sonny was standing in the middle of the room. The distance between us would extend from a few feet to 3000 miles but our hearts were still attached. I opened the front door, turned and blew Sonny a kiss. She did the same.

"I'll call you when I get home." I closed the door got into my car. As I pulled out of Sonny's driveway, I looked back at her bungalow and felt I was leaving paradise. As I drove back to my cousin's house, my mind was playing back a video of my time with Sonny. What fun it was. What fun it will be when we're together again. I'll keep the memories for the moments when I need a smile. At the same time, I'll look forward to Sonny's smile, her touch, and her ebullience.

I turned into the reality of my cousin's driveway, knowing that the next 36 hours were going to be spent, by comparison, in a very boring and mundane way, not that I didn't love my cousin and her family. Sunday morning finally came. I didn't want my cousin to have to drive me to LAX so I called for a cab. When the cab came, we hugged and kissed and told each other it wouldn't be long until we saw each other gain, but we really didn't know when that would happen. Truth be told, the conversation between us was more perfunctory than anything else.

I got to the airport, checked in and went to the First Class Lounge. Thank God for credit cards and airline miles. The PA system announced that my flight was boarding. I got on the plane and settled into my seat in first class next to the window. I was reading a magazine and looked up to see a rather attractive blond woman almost my age standing the aisle, putting her carry-on in the overhead compartment. She was very smartly dressed in a crisp man-tailored white shirt and great designer jeans. She was stunning with a boyish haircut, looking a lot like a Ralph Lauren ad.

"I guess we're going to be traveling companions," she said, showing a beautiful smile and a great set of white teeth. "My name is Michelle, but everybody calls me Miki."

As I looked at her, I could see that her shirt was open one more button than usual, revealing quite a bit of cleavage. By the way her shirt was lying against her chest, I could see her breasts between the buttons. She wasn't wearing a bra! For her age, her chest was magnificent. The plane took off and we each ordered a Bloody Mary, even though it was early morning. 

I told her a shortened version of my life story and she did the same. She was recently divorced, and living in Boston in an eclectic gay neighborhood. Her breasts were implants, of which she was very proud. They were a gift to herself after her divorce. She was, at least for the moment, turned off to men and was more interested in rekindling her friendship with women, something she couldn't do when she was married. She was looking for companionship and excitement. It was at that moment that I felt my clit hood piercing. My clit was beginning to throb. She was looking for excitement and I was the one getting excited. We giggled and laughed throughout the flight. Right before we landed, she handed me her card.

"I'd like to get together some time," she said with a warmth and exuberance that was beyond charming. She was almost intoxicating. 

"Yes, that would be fun," I responded, thinking about my recent California adventure. It was at that point that the exit door opened and we deplaned. We went our separate ways. I got my luggage and went outside to find my husband. There he was standing by the car. I was really happy to be home. He ran over to me and gave me a big hug and we kissed like we had been apart for a year.

"We'll be home in no time," my husband said, with his hand resting on my knee. I could feel his heat. "Did you get me anything while you were in LA?"

"It's a surprise. I'll give it to you when we get home." I could feel my piercing as I moved in my seat. It was rubbing against the thong I was wearing. My clit was hard. I could feel it. The drive home was a blur. We walked into the house and went straight to the bedroom. As I undressed, I took Miki's card out of my pocket, looked at it and put it a place where it would be easy to find. My husband was already undressed, lying on the bed. His prick was half-hard. I turned around with only my thong on. I hooked my fingers in the sides of my thong and slowly rolled it down, exposing fully shaved mons. And then he saw it.

"You had your clit hood pierced? What the...."

His penis was now rock hard as he stared at my pussy. I pulled my lips apart so he could examine my new jewelry.

"Ok, ok, I want to hear all about it. But not now." He locked his lips on my right nipple and started sucking like there was no tomorrow. I told him touching my piercing was off-limits, but everything else was open. We fucked and sucked for an hour straight with my husband ending up in my ass. He was as hard as he had ever been. He came in my ass while I fingered myself to a huge orgasm. We laid there side by side, totally gratified. 

"Ok, now you can tell me what you did in California."

I looked at him with a smile and started my story.

"Once upon a time..." 



Vacation Sex Ch. 05



My wife went out to California to visit her cousin for four days. I know that she had an ulterior motive for visiting her cousin. She wanted to "run into" the woman we met while we were on vacation. My wife had hit it off with Sonny immediately. Their rapport was as if they had been friends all their lives. Although they had never met before and my wife had never engaged in any kind of girl-on-girl sexual play, the two of them found themselves locked in the throes of passion on that steamy night in Maine. They gave each other exquisite pleasure and I know my wife wanted to see Sonny again.

It has been my habit for quite some time to get up early, around 5:15 in the morning, and get on the computer. My favorite early morning website is Literotica. While the coffee is brewing, I like to read a few erotic stories. I've been a devotee of porn for a very long time. I like all porn with a special focus on shaved ladies of any age, anal sex, including pictures of gaping rectums, and gay and bisexual pictures. My favorite choices on the Literotica website are gay and anal stories, not always in that order. Pictures and movies turn me on but nothing in porn is as stimulating for me as really good erotica. The mind is still the biggest sex organ and if a story is good enough to create sensual images in your brain, the stimulation goes right to your crotch, whether you are a man or a woman.

My dick will get super hard reading a good gay or anal story and I'll jerk off, shooting cum all over my hand. I've got into the habit of licking my cum off my hand as a precondition to eating my wife's pussy after I've fucked her. I'll eat her creampie any time but I've become accustomed to eating my own cum. 

The first day my wife was gone, I did my usual morning ritual, reading a couple of really hot gay stories, and then went off to work. I'm not gay but I would have to say, at this point, that my one man-man experience has shown me an appreciation for how good one man can be to another. Deep down, I think that I am really bisexual because as much as I enjoyed giving and getting a blowjob from a man, I could never ever give up eating pussy. Anyway, as I drove to work, thoughts of the two stories I read passed through my mind and I started reliving my experience with Rick, that fateful day I went to the local gay bar for a drink after work. It was a memorable experience.

The day went by fairly quickly. I was occupied with all sort of business activity and had no time to think about anything else. Before I knew it, I was back in the car heading home to the suburbs. The radio was on but I wasn't really listening. My mind started to drift back to my morning thoughts. I thought about the stories I read and Rick and our tête-à-tête. The more I thought about it, the hornier I was getting. I could feel a surge in my groin as my dick filled with blood, straining against my pants. When I got home, I poured myself a shot of Balvenie 12yr and downed it. Then I poured myself another one. 

I sat down at the computer and went to the Literotica website. I searched for anal stories. My wife had become very receptive to anal sex. In fact, more often than not, she would ask me to fuck her ass. The last time I did she said it wasn't comfortable so we engaged in some good old vaginal fucking. Five minutes later, she asked my to try her ass again, that fucking her pussy just wasn't doing it for her. I lubed up my dick a second time and pressed it against her asshole, anticipating some resistance but there was none! My dick slid in without a problem. My wife pushed her body forward to accept my cock at an even faster pace than I had expected. She wanted all of me in her as quickly as possible. She pounded her clit as I pulled my dick out almost to the end and then stuck it back in. I fucked her ass at an even pace. I could feel my orgasm building. She was on her own. If what I did was helping her to come, then all the better. At this point, all I cared about was coming in her ass. I quickened my pace and blew my load. But that was then and now is now. 

I was caught between a rock and a hard place. I was obsessed with gay porn and anal porn. I was definitely turned on by reading about two men pleasuring each other. I was also stimulated by stories about anal sex, including ones about men getting fucked with a strap-on. Reading these stories made me as hard a rock. I'd wank my dick until I came and then my somewhat perverted thoughts would subside. The masturbating wasn't enough. I wasn't fulfilled by just coming off. I needed more. I looked at my watch and it was just 7 o'clock. The night was still young. I knew what the answer was to my problem. I reached into my wallet and pulled out a card. On it was a phone number. When I wrote down that number, I thought that I would never call it but the time had come. I picked up the phone and dialed the number.

"Hello," the voice said.

"Hey, Rick! I came across your phone number in my wallet and thought I'd give you a call to see how you were," I said gamely thinking how transparent my words must have sounded.

He recognized my voice immediately. "How the hell are you? I've been thinking about you quite a bit since our, shall we say, dalliance. I had such a good time that afternoon. I've always been hoping for a second chance but you seemed to be unsure so I never pursued it."

"As did I, Rick. By the way, a nice choice, dalliance," I said with a smile in my voice. A dalliance was frivolous time spent or amorous play or a flirtation. "Truth be told, Rick, I didn't come across your number by accident. I've been thinking about our time together. Would it be too bold to ask if you have any plans for this evening? I know it's already 7 o'clock."

"Actually, I don't have any plans. I was going to spend a quiet evening, catching up on some reading. What do you have in mind?"

"Would you like to meet for a drink?"

"Sure. Any particular place in mind?"

"Some place quiet and discreet. How about the bar at the Vietnamese restaurant on Washington Street? Would 8 o'clock be good?"

"Sounds great. I'll see you there!"

"O.K. Eight o'clock it is!"

I took a quick shower, put on a pair of jeans sans underwear, a silk tee shirt, and a pair of sneakers, and I was on my way back in town. Twenty minutes later, with good parking karma, I found a space near the restaurant. It was just 8 o'clock when I walked in and scanned the bar. Rick was sitting there engaged in conversation with a very pretty Asian bartender. Rick could easily be assumed to be straight. In fact, I'm sure he's seen some female action in his life.

"I hope I'm not interrupting," I said. Rick turned and gave me a warm smile. I was taken aback when he jumped off his stool and embraced me like a long-lost friend. I am not a physical person but I returned his embrace with a firm hug.

"Great to see you again," Rick said. "I was hoping that this day would come. I can't tell you how many times I walked by your store and wanted to go in. Let's grab a booth. Barkeep, a single malt for my friend. Straight up with an ice water chaser, please." Like magic, I had my drink in my hand. Rick nodded to the hostess who sat us in an intimate corner booth out of the mainstream flow of the restaurant. 

"How have you been? You look great," Rick said.

"As do you. Life has been good. No complaints."

"I'm so glad you called. Our time together was so enjoyable but so short. I have thought of you frequently since then. Our parting left me with no sense of continuity. To what do I owe this reunion?"

There was no time to beat around the bush. I was on a mission with a goal to accomplish. I couldn't dance around my desires. I needed fulfillment. My heart was pounding but there was no turning back.

"Rick, I need something from you. I want to be a bottom. I want you to fuck me." 

"Wow! I hoped that someday we would see each other again but I didn't think it would be quite like this. May I ask how come?"

"Rick, I enjoyed our afternoon together and the pleasure you gave me. I hope that you were as satisfied as I was. It was my first time having sex with another man and I loved it. I loved it for the sex. I am a sexual person. As a matter of fact, I believe that I am a bisexual person. I love to make love to my wife. I love cunnilingus. I love when she blows me. I love fucking her in the ass. I love watching her play with her self. I love to tie her up and be tied up. It all turns me on. And I loved making love to you. I loved sucking your dick and tasting your cum. Even today, when I think about it, I can taste you. But as many times as I've put a buttplug or a dildo up my ass, either with my wife or alone, I still feel unfulfilled when it comes to anal sex. I want a real penis in my ass, not something hard and artificial. I want a throbbing flesh and blood cock. I want to know what it feels like. I need to know if I'm missing something. Do you understand?"

"So you called me to use me, huh?" Rick said with a sly smile on his face. " All I'm good for is to fuck your ass, like a two-dollar whore."

I knew his words were flavored with sarcastic humor.

"You know that's not true, but this one time, will you let yourself be used?"

Rick reached across the table and put his hand on my arm. The heat of his fingers felt like they were searing my flesh. "A friend in need is a friend, indeed. How can I turn down such a request? In that case, finish your drink and we'll see if we can help you find happiness." We clicked our glasses together. "To a stronger bond between us!" Rick said lustily.

We walked out of the restaurant and headed to Rick's apartment. As we walked past the brownstones, I wasn't listening to what he was saying. My mind was spinning dizzily in anticipation of what was to come.

"You know, Rick, that I could have done this in some anonymous way, in the back of an adult book store, or in a porno theater, or even in a back alley. Not too far from my house is a commuter rail station where you can park on the road. You can walk a few feet into the woods and always find some action, albeit unemotional and uncaring. I don't want it to be like that. I want it to be sensual and seductive. I want to give up my virginity to someone who cares. Have I made the right decision?"

Rick put his arm on my shoulder and then grabbed my hand. It was firm grasp that gave me confidence. I knew that I was with someone who cared about me, who cared for me. We weren't lovers, at least not yet. We were two grown men who had a physical attraction for each other. In my mind, I was as straight as an arrow. I just had a very broad sexual appetite. 

The night was beautiful. We walked up the three flights to Rick's apartment. He unlocked his door and I knew that my life could change by walking into his world. Would I be the same person when the evening ended? I was nervous and I was excited and I was afraid. Rick set the mood with some really sexy-sounding jazz. Rick had had scenario lighting installed. Every room had a switch plate with several different buttons. Each button controlled different lights at different settings. His apartment was softly lit with indirect lighting. The beige and cream tones of Rick's furniture with a touch of lavender or rose gave the place a very boudoir-like feeling. 

"Do you like champagne?" Rick asked as he opened a bottle of Veuve. "This is certainly an occasion worthy of a bit of the bubbly."

"Scotch for me, please. I'm a person of little adventure when it comes to adult beverages."

"Of course. I should have known." Rick filled a crystal flute with champagne for himself and poured me a very generous shot of Macallan 12 and presented it to me with a glass of San Pellegrino over ice. Rick raised his glass. "Here's to health, love, and pleasure."

We raised our glasses, touched them together, and sipped our drinks. The heat from the scotch radiated through my body. I felt flushed with excitement. 

"Shall we move to the bedroom?" Rick suggested. Although I was being asked, it was more an order than anything else, and I was ready to take orders. I followed Rick into his bedroom, which was decorated like the rest of his apartment. There was a king-sized bed with beige sheets and a white comforter. The sheets were neatly turned down. Against the dark brown wooden headboard were at least six plump pillows. On each side of the bed was a night table, each with a brass lamp and a large fragrant candle. Rick lit the candles and lowered the lamps to a slight glow. The room was bathed in a warm light that, with the soft colors, created a womb-like atmosphere.

Rick turned and stepped toward me. We were standing facing each other. Rick looked at me and I knew it was the moment of truth. This was my last chance to say no. 

"Are you ready, because if you are, I will be in charge and you will be under my control." Rick asked.

A chill went through me. "Let's do it!"

Rick put his hands on my shoulders and gave me a gentle squeeze. His open palms moved down to my chest where my turgid nipples were very visible under my silk tee shirt. He massaged my nipples with his open palms and then started to flick them with his index fingers. I was becoming very stimulated and could feel my penis stiffening up against my jeans. Rick pulled my shirt out of my waistband and lifted it over my head, dropping it on the floor. My nipples were rock hard. Rick put his arms around me and leaned into the nape of my neck and gently kissed it. The feeling was electric. His hands came around to my chest and he pinched my nipples firmly and rolled them in his fingertips. I began to loosen my pants, anxious to get my hardening cock out in the open. 

"That's for me to do," Rick said softly, pushing my hands away. He went down on his knees and unbuckled my belt. I looked down to see this handsome man methodically unbuttoning my 501's. My cock, which was hanging downward as it hardened, bulged out of my jeans as each button was released. Finally, Rick reached into my jeans and pulled my stiffened rod out into the open. In seconds, he engulfed my dick with his mouth, and with hardly any resistance, I could feel the head of my cock hitting the back of his throat. Rick grabbed my buttocks and held me firmly against his face. His nose was hitting my pubic bone. There was no hair to tickle him because I was completely shaved. Like a man who has done this before, Rick pulled his head back until only the head of my cock was between his lips and then he pulled my body into his face, my cock bottoming out in his throat. I knew that if he kept it up I would easily blow my load but I didn't want to come just yet.

Rick released my dick and said, "Enough of that." He stood up and, with dominating force, pushed me back onto the bed. I sat down on the edge of the bed.

"Get up on the bed with your head on the pillows," Rick ordered sternly. I did as he said, lying back on the bed with my head on a bunch of lush pillows. There was nothing cheap about Rick. I'd bet those were the same pillows used at the Ritz. Rick told me to move into the middle of the bed, which I did. There I was, in the middle of a king-sized bed, in a room that exuded sensuality. 

"Are you comfortable?" Rick asked.

"Incredibly so. How about another drink?" I had a nice buzz from the scotch and didn't want to lose it.

"Sure, and then we'll get down to the business at hand." 

Rick brought me another drink, which I downed in one gulp. Rick took the glass from me and put it in the kitchen. In the seconds I was alone in his bed I wondered what Rick's plan was. Before I could think about, Rick was sitting on the side of the bed, rubbing my now flaccid cock. His hands were soft and caressing. One hand squeezed my dick while the other hand moved back and forth from my right nipple to my left. I could feel the blood rushing to my groin. I closed my eyes and luxuriated in Rick's touch. Then, Rick stood up and reached behind the headboard of the bed. I was wondering what he was doing but then it became obvious. From each side of the headboard, Rick pulled out a length of rope but it wasn't ordinary rope. It was like you see in the old movies where in order to ring the butler you pulled a silk rope with a tassel on the end. It was shiny black silk rope.

I didn't have to ask what was going to happen next. Rick grabbed my right arm and stretched it out, looping the black silk rope around my right wrist. Rick must have been a Boy Scout or a sailor because he certainly knew his knots. My right arm secure, Rick moved to the other side of the bed, and did the same to my left arm. There I was spread-eagle on the bed, completely under Rick's control. It was perfect. Being a bottom is a submissive act and I was going to submit, whether I wanted to or not. But my mind was made up. I was ready to give up my ass.

"Everything OK?" 

"I didn't expect any BDSM, but I have no complaints."

Rick stood back from the bed and undressed, revealing the pierced nipple that turned me on when we had our first tete-a-tete. But something was different. 

"You had the other nipple pierced," I said.

"Yeah. I thought that having only one pierced was sort of unbalanced so I went and had the other one done."

"I think they look really hot. I wish I had the balls to get a nipple piercing." I always wanted to get a nipple pierced but never could get up the nerve. What would my wife think? Maybe it could happen. Just maybe.

Rick continued to strip. He kicked off his sandals and pulled his pants down. His cock was beautiful. He was uncut, about five inches long soft, with the head of his dick sticking out slightly from his foreskin. He didn't have that anteater look. His pubic hair was well trimmed into a "V" and his balls were shaved. Rick moved his right hand down to his cock and pulled his foreskin back and forth. His dick started to engorge with blood. The five inches became six, then seven until he was completely hard at about eight inches. I looked at his cock and remembered where it was going. My eyes widened and I swallowed hard, but there was definitely no turning back. Rick moved closer to the head of the bed, putting his cock inches from my face.

"Would you like to suck my dick?" Rick moved the head of his dick so close to my mouth that I know if I stuck my tongue out I could touch it. Before I could answer, Rick leaned over and pushed his cock into my mouth with little sympathy. I wasn't going to resist but I was not accustomed to sucking cock and could only take a few inches. Rick knew that. As soon as I started to gag, he pulled his cock out of my mouth. His dick was covered with my saliva which looked almost like he had cum dripping from his cock. He put his dick back in my mouth and pushed it in slowly, methodically. I knew it was an issue of mind over matter. I had to let his cock go down my throat without gagging or choking. I am a person of resolve. I lifted my head as mush as I could and forced myself on Rick's cock. I could feel myself ready to gag but, no! I was able to get beyond that point and I was able to take all of Rick's cock in my throat. I could only imagine what it looked like. There I was with a cock down my throat, my nose pressed against Rick's pubic bone. What I saw in my mind only made me hotter and harder.

Rick pulled his dick out of my mouth and I gasped for air.

"You did that like a real cocksucker," Rick said. It wasn't condescending. It sounded so sincere and complimentary. Because my hands were tied, I couldn't wipe my mouth. My face was covered with drool and saliva from my first deepthroat experience. I was quite proud of myself for my accomplishment. I wish my wife could do that to me.

Rick reached for an extra pillow and told me to raise my hips up. He put the new pillow under my ass so it was no elevated. I knew that we were approaching the summit. Rick opened the nightstand drawer and pulled out what looked like a large plastic syringe.




Vacation Sex Ch. 05



"What's that," I asked with some trepidation.

"Oh, don't worry. It's called a Lube Shooter. This is going to make life easier." Rick took a bottle of Wet Slide out of the drawer. 

"This is a silicone lube. It's as slick as you can get." Rick pulled out the handle on the oversized syringe and squeezed the tube of Wet, filling the Lube Shooter. He put a dollop of Wet on his finger and massaged my asshole, making it smooth and slippery. Then, he took the Lube Shooter and put it in my ass. It wasn't very big so its penetration was smooth and certainly painless. Rick pushed the plunger down on the syringe and I could feel the cool lube filling my rectum. It didn't take a genius to figure out the scenario.

Rick rubbed my nipples and began kissing them and then aggressively sucking on them. He moved down my stomach and took the head of my tumescent prick in his mouth. He sucked hard on the head of my cock.

"I think we're ready for your adventure, " Rick said smiling. He leaned back and stroked his penis until it was firm. Then, he took a condom out of the drawer, tore open the package and rolled it down on his cock.

I had mixed emotions. I liked Rick a lot but I didn't know his sexual history. It would take more trust and a longer relationship before I let someone fuck my ass bareback. But I wanted to feel his skin against mine. I felt almost cheated that it wasn't going to be the real thing. I wasn't going to feel the intimacy of his cock in my ass. I couldn't let myself be fooled. I had a wife at home and I couldn't put her at risk. 

"I know what you're thinking," Rick said. "This condom is the thinnest on the planet. It's almost like bareback. Don't think about it. I know what's going through your mind. Been there, done that." Rick put some some Wet in his palm and lubricated his penis. He took up a position at the end of the bed and pushed my legs apart. He stroked my rock-hard cock and then put my legs up on his shoulders. I was spread-eagle. Rick put a finger then two and then three in my ass. He pulled them out and then pushed them back in. As I said earlier, I was no novice to anal play. I relaxed my sphincter as much as I could. I didn't want to resist at all. Rick pulled his fingers out of my ass and put the head of his cock against my anal orifice.

"You can put it in any time you're ready," I said. 

And the he did. The head of his cock passed my outer anal ring and the inner ring. Rick firmly and smoothly stuck his cock in my well-lubricated ass. With one even thrust he went all the way in. At first there was an ache and then an awkward fullness like I had to go to the bathroom. Within seconds my mind was able to discern the friction of his cock against the inside of my rectum.

"Everything OK?" 

"Oh, yes. Fuck me."

Rick pulled his cock all the way out until my outer sphincter gripped the head of his cock. With one easy steady thrust, he pushed his cock all the way in until his balls were slapping against my buttocks. 

"Please don't stop. Fuck me." The feeling was incredible. It was everything I hoped it would be. My hands pulled at my ropes. I wanted to be intimate with Rick. I wanted to touch his nipples and pull on his piercings but the fact that I was his prisoner and he was sodomizing me only made it that much more exciting.

Rick was fucking me like a man possessed. "I'm going to come. What do you want to do?"

"Come inside me, come inside me," I said almost pleading. 

Rick was almost punishing my ass, ramming his dick into me. I could tell by his breathing that he was going to shoot his load. The whole experience was everything I had hoped it would be. My ass was filled with Rick's hard dick. I was feeling the pain and pleasure of getting my ass fucked. I concentrated on feeling his dick rub against my outer sphincter as he pulled it out and then pushed it back in for its full length. I could sense every inch of his cock penetrating me. It was ecstasy. I wished that he didn't have a safe on. I wanted my first anal fuck to be skin against skin. With a loud groan, he pushed his cock deep into my ass. I squeezed his cock as hard as I could. I could feel the pulsation of his cock as it emptied into the condom. How I wanted his cum in my rectum. I wanted the experience to be as real as it could be. My own cock was bouncing up and down on my stomach. I wanted my hands released so I could bring myself to orgasm. Rick fell against me, his balls empty.

"Untie me."

Rick's softened penis slipped out of my ass. He pulled on the silk cords, releasing my hands. I reached down to my stiff dick and began to masturbate. For some odd reason, I wanted to bring myself off. Rick watched as I stroked my cock. He brought his hands to my chest and began playing with my nipples. Nipple play was one of my favorite turn-ons. With my free hand, I played with Rick's gold nipple rings. The pleasure started to build in my balls. My dick was as hard as a rock. I rubbed the ring right below the head of my penis, where I was most sensitive. The fact that Rick was watching me bring myself to orgasm kept me at the height of my excitement. I loving the thought of being watched when I jerk off. A few seconds more and my cum started spurting on my hand. I couldn't waste it. I licked my cum of my hand. I was thoroughly satisfied with my first experience as a bottom.

I didn't give Rick a chance to say anything. I was done and I wanted to relish my experience. I started to get dressed.

"Rick, that was awesome. Thank you so much for fulfilling my wish as well as you did. I don't think that I could have planned it as well as it happened. It was everything I hoped for, getting my ass fucked. It was all pleasure."

"It was my pleasure, as well," Rick said with a big smile. "I hope that we can do it again, and soon."

"My curiosity has been satisfied, for sure. Whether or not being a bottom becomes a regular occurrence remains to be seen. I can tell you this: I will definitely do it again, but when, I don't know. It may be just an itch that needs to be scratched, or it may turn out to be a hunger that needs to be fed. I don't know yet. We'll have to wait and see."

"You know my number."

I hugged Rick and thanked him again. I left his apartment a different person with something huge to think about. I loved getting fucked in the ass. I mean I really loved it, but it didn't seem to be a "gay" thing. It was more sexual than anything else. There was definitely something different about getting anally penetrated by a dildo or a vibrator and getting fucked by a real penis. A penis was on the end of a person. It was flesh and blood. It wasn't artificial. Was I defining myself as a bisexual? I loved my wife and I loved making love to her. And I loved when she made love to me but anal intercourse was the one thing she couldn't offer me, at least not in the true physical sense, and I think I needed it. Dildos and vibrators aside, I needed a real prick in my ass. The challenge was it possible to integrate anal sex into my relationship with my wife. 

She'd be back from California in a couple of days. I had to come up with a way to bring this into our lives. I had to. I wanted more and I wanted her to be a part of it. She loved getting fucked in the ass and so did I. We had something new in common.