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Shared Pet

By: SoBelle



We'd been planning this for months, reading the personal section of different swinger websites, and looking for different clubs. We'd found a couple of possibles, but that is when you decided that my involvement was no longer needed. Even when my hard head intrudes, my heart realizes that you know what's best for me, and so I obediently left you in charge of the planning.

The week we had been waiting for so long was in late September. Granted that was perilously deep into hurricane season, but so far the weather was cooperating nicely. I packed up all my snorkeling gear, and picked you up at the Ft Lauderdale airport. The plan was to rent a convertible, and head down to the Keys. I had never been more excited in my life.

Our first hug in the airport was out of a romance novel. I stood searching the arrivals area, as desperate as any army wife, until finally I saw you, inches above the rest of the crowd. I flew into your arms, and you picked me up off the ground as if I weighed nothing, crushing me to you, and murmuring my name in my ear. Our first kiss was no less incredible, your tongue exploring my mouth knowingly, and I was so relieved that all our online chemistry was translating to reality quite nicely.

The ride down was a long exercise in delicious foreplay. I wanted you so bad I could taste it, but we had agreed to wait, knowing that every minute spent with our clothes on, would make those without even more intense. I could not, however, resist touching you, and so we either held hands, or lightly stroked each other for hours. We talked of our snorkeling and diving plans, and the hotel that I had booked us into. I even tried to worm some information about our other plans out of you, but you refused to budge. Maybe that's why I love you so much. You're more stubborn than I am.

I'd booked us into a fairly nice hotel in Marathon, close to an outfit that took both snorkelers and divers on the same trip. You'd wanted me to get certified so that I could go with you, but it just hadn't been possible. You told me that you intended to work with me a bit while you were here, and that the next trip, we'd be diving together. The hotel was simple, but with a comfy king-sized bed that we planned on getting a lot of wear out of. Once checked in, you took me in your arms again, this time with no audience.

Without my shoes, I was comically shorter than you, but we didn't stand for long. You pulled me to the bed with you, fully clothed, and began to lightly stroke my entire body, sliding your warm, strong hands underneath my loose blouse. I shivered in spite of myself, and you chuckled softly. 

"Tickle? It's going to get worse, pet." You began to remove my clothing, one item at a time, planting slow kisses on whatever body part you uncovered. 

I was literally panting with need by the time you had me naked, but you calmly told me that I needn't be in a hurry. "We're eating in tonight, and you're going nowhere."

I was starting to feel distinctly overdressed, and reached for your shirt buttons, only to have my hand slapped away. "No, pet. You're not in control anymore. Be patient, and do as you're told, and your pleasure will outweigh your pain. Did you bring all of our toys?" 

"Yes, but..." I stammered. 

"Then don't make me use the ball gag. Quiet." The look in your eyes told me everything I needed to know, and I lay back on the bed, silently, to watch you undress.

"We'll call tonight a test of your self control. As long as you do everything I ask, I won't tie you, and I won't punish you. Slip up, and suffer the consequences. Agreed?" 

By this point, I was determined to prove myself to you, so I just smiled shyly, nodded, and said "Yes Sir." 

You piled pillows behind my back, kissed me gently, and started undressing. Slowly. I watched, mesmerized, as your hard, sexy body was revealed to me, inch by inch. By the time you dropped your boxer briefs, I was near drooling, but managed to stay in position, and remain silent.

I stopped cooperating, though, when you crawled onto the bed, spreading my legs and kneeling between them. "No! I told you I don't want that, and you agreed we didn't have to discuss it!" 

I scooted quickly back to the headboard, hugging my arms around me in a futile attempt to hide my naked body from you. You warm deep voice changed in an instant, and now cut like a knife. 

"Get back here right now, or I will tie you to this bed and beat your ass raw! I told you that we didn't have to discuss it then, and we're not going to discuss it now, either. You are mine, and will do as you're told!"

"To keep you quiet, and give you a distraction, I'm going to let you suck my cock, but eventually you will learn that your pussy belongs to me, and I will lick it whenever I want. Do you understand me?" 

I nodded tearfully, the pain of disappointing you worse than any physical punishment you could dispense. I allowed you to arrange me on the bed before climbing carefully on top of me. The sight of your beautiful cock inches from my face was certainly a lovely distraction, though, and I opened my mouth eagerly to receive you.

From flat on my back, I had little choice but to take every inch. You controlled this completely, and the only choice I was allowed to make was where and how fast to lick when you withdrew, which was only briefly. For the most part, though, your cock filled my mouth, and I completely forgot to be shy when your fingers gently parted my labia. 

You blew on my clitoris lightly, and immediately I felt it swelling, and my juices flowing. Your tongue traced lazily along the outer edge of my labia, studiously avoiding my clitoris. Then you spread me even wider, spreading my lips for your inspection. I felt more naked than I ever had in my entire life, but all shyness about having my pussy eaten was completely forgotten. 

I tried to push upward, in a silent plea for your tongue on my clitoris. You gave me no opportunity to speak, pinning my head to the bed, and shoving your cock down my throat. You laughed quietly at my bid for your tongue, and told me that obstinate pets do not get to choose when they are licked. Now your tongue worked its way around my inner thighs, and I was nearly frantic. My hands were on your ass, holding you to me, and in my frustration, I slapped you hard. 

"Pet! One more outburst like that, and you will be flogged soundly, and will not be allowed to cum at all tonight! Are we clear?" 

I knew from experience that one warning was all that I would get, so stilled, and vowed to be more patient. You resumed your Chinese water torture on my cunt, and I tried very hard not to push myself into your mouth. I licked and sucked your cock diligently, hoping that if I got you closer to orgasm, you'd take pity on me. 

My strategy must have finally worked, because at long last, your tongue found my clitoris, and I was in heaven. It felt like it was so swollen it would barely fit in your mouth, but you sucked it easily. Gently at first, but then more and more fiercely, sliding first one, and then two fingers into my slippery pussy. 

Now I did strain upwards, but this time your response was only to move one of the two lubricated fingers to my asshole, and I could stand it no longer. My body exploded, shockwave after shockwave rocking me from the tips of my toes to the top of my head. I went rigid, and your fingers were squeezed over and over, from both directions. In my excitement, I was sucking so hard that you came, and so far down my throat that I didn't even taste it. 

I could have slept that way the entire rest of the night, but eventually you rolled off of me, announced that you were going to get take-out, and that I was not allowed to move from the bed. Not even to pee. 

"And when I get back, we will discuss our trip to the club tomorrow night, my beautiful pet."

We spent a delightful next day snorkeling and kayaking, but after dinner you took me back to our room, and told me it was time to dress for the club. When I asked you what you wanted me to wear, you simply slapped me lightly on the bottom, and told me to go get a shower, and that you'd lay my clothes out for me. Only 24 hours together had already turned me into an obedient pet, so I wordlessly turned on my heel and headed to the shower. 

I spent way too long soaping up, becoming increasingly conscious of the fact that I would soon be on display in a swinger's club. When I came out of the bathroom, the skimpiest outfit I had ever seen in my life was lying on the bed. A black leather micro-mini skirt, and a halter top to match. Thigh high fish-net hose, and fuck-me heels. I opened my mouth to protest, but one look at your face shut it quickly for me.

To my surprise, there was a pair of panties to go with the outfit, but the merest whiff of a G-string, and when I put it on, the string disappeared between my cheeks completely. I dressed quickly, and turned around to see you holding out a smallish box, wrapped elegantly. 

"For me?" I asked, and you just smiled. I opened it eagerly, and inside was the most beautiful braided black leather collar I had ever seen. 

The D-ring in the front was silver, and functional, but entirely feminine looking. Underneath the collar was a matching leash, with a studded handle. "Oh, baby, it's the most beautiful thing I ever saw!" I breathed, as you took it from my hands and gently fastened it snugly around my neck. 

"You will not take it off. If I decide that you may go without it, I will be the one to remove it. Are we clear?" I nodded silently, too overcome with emotion to trust my voice. You kissed me gently, attached the leash, and led me to the car.

All too quickly, we arrived at the club, and the tender moment was over, at least for now. I was terribly self conscious in the parking lot, keeping my eyes on the ground, not wanting to see who might be watching me being led in on a leash. Once we got into the club, however, I soon realized that there were many women, and even a few men, in similar constraints. You found an open table quickly, but when I started to sit beside you, I felt a sharp sting on my thigh, and realized you had used the studded leash handle as a whip. 

Your voice was quite cold as you stated evenly "Pets do not sit in chairs. Your place is in the floor." 

I was mortified at my mistake, and quickly knelt at your feet, surreptitiously rubbing the rising welt on my thigh. You stroked my hair softly, and I realized that you weren't angry with me -- only correcting me. You surveyed the room, but now I was too intimidated to do anything but gaze into your eyes, watching for visual cues.

Soon enough, you seemed to find what you were looking for, and a lovely woman who I judged to be in her late 30s strolled up to the table. "Hi, I'm Susan" she said, speaking only to you. "Is this your pet?" 

She was taller than I, and slender, but with beautiful full breasts, that made my mouth water, just looking at them, and thinking about your plans for the evening.

"Yes, Susan, I'm Jake, and this is my pet. You may call her Belle." 

That was the last time either of you mentioned me directly, and the two of you had drinks at the table. Your hand never left me, either stroking my hair, or pinching my nipples absently, but other than that, I might as well have not been there. I was not offered a drink, nor was I invited to participate in the conversation. The two of you flirted, and discussed sex in an increasingly familiar manner, until I began to be more than a little annoyed.

Just when I was about to forget my place and get myself in trouble, the two of you stood up, and you pulled me up by my leash. "Come along, pet, we're going back to the room, and Susan is going with us." 

When we got to the car, I was shocked to see you open the car door and settle Susan into my seat. Before I could protest, though, you helped her rack the seat all the way back, and indicated that I was to get in the floorboard. I was incredulous, but one more sharp crack of the leash handle on my bottom got me moving very quickly.

Susan's skirt was as short as mine, and I soon realized that she was not even wearing a G-string. The ride back to the hotel was long, and she held my leash tightly, so that my head was basically between her knees. You stroked her thigh, and then my cheek, and told me I was a good pet. It was the first time you had spoken directly to me since Susan stepped up to your table. I was very uncomfortable, but also aware that my tiny G-string was now soaked.

When we arrived back at the hotel,you wasted no time in explaining the rules to me. "I'm in charge, baby, but you already knew that. You will do everything I say, as will Susan. The difference is, that you will do everything Susan instructs, as well. Is that clear, my beautiful pet?" 

I nodded, wide-eyed, but that was not enough, and you pulled me to you sharply by my leash. "I believe you meant to say yes Sir?" 

"Yes Sir!" I agreed, and was quickly stripped of the few clothing items I had been wearing. Susan had brought a duffel type bag, and she quickly pulled out a spreader bar, with wrists and ankle cuffs. She instructed me to get on all fours on the bed, and you undressed slowly, and settled yourself into an easy chair to watch the show. 

She attached my ankles to the spreader bar, opening me wide for your viewing pleasure. She then fastened the cuffs to my wrists, but told me that for now, I would need my hands to hold me up, so they would remain free. Then she disappeared behind me, and I was left to stare at the headboard, and wonder about my fate.

I didn't have to wonder long, though, before a white hot pain exploded across my ass cheeks. I yelped in pain, and Susan's giggle let me know that she was going to enjoy this. "You'd better get up there and gag her, or she'll have the manager down here throwing us out" she informed you, and you agreed, coming to sit with your back at the headboard, legs spread wide. 

You pulled my head roughly into your lap, and I had no choice but to open my mouth. You were fully erect, and wasted no time shoving your cock to the back of my throat. I wasn't sure what Susan was using on me, but the pain was intense, and she struck me again and again, making me writhe, squirm, and try to get away. There was nowhere to go, though, and your hand in my hair kept me focused on my task. Your other hand moved from nipple to nipple, squeezing, twisting, and pulling, until an orgasm of monumental intensity exploded out of nowhere, and seized my body, stiffening me like I'd been shocked. 

There was no mistaking it, and even with my mouth full I was moaning and whimpering, so I knew that eventually I would pay a penalty for cumming without permission. For now, though, you called a halt to my tormenter, and told her to change places with you. She must have been reluctant, because I heard your tone of voice change, and a crack that didn't land on my sore bottom, followed by a yelp from Susan. Soon after, she settled herself in front of me, where you had been, legs wide open to reveal a completely hairless cunt. This was only the second time in my life to see one up close, and she stroked my hair and cheeks, letting me get used to the sight. I felt you move behind me, and your gentle hands smoothed and caressed the welts on my bottom. Your fingers found the bountiful moisture the spanking had caused, and you smeared it around my pussy, stroking my still swollen clitoris. I felt the shock of cool lubricant on the crack of my ass, and realized your intention. At the same time, Susan decided my introduction was over, and pulled my head between her legs. 

She was very wet, and smelled delightfully musky, similar to my own scent, but somehow different. I dove in, knowing what I liked, and trying it on her. I swirled my tongue around the edges of her labia, teasing her intentionally, knowing that she wanted me to concentrate on her clit. 

One finger, and then two, worked their way past my tight sphincter, and I arched my back with delight. You were incredibly patient with me, and by the time I felt the head of your cock begin to push its way into my ass, I was more than ready. Susan had lost all patience with my teasing by this point, and had my head held firmly to her cunt, rubbing herself on my face. I licked furiously, and lubricating my fingers with her juices, pushed them into her bottom. Almost unconsciously, I began to finger fuck her at the same pace that your cock was slamming into me, and she and I came to a noisy crescendo together, although my cries were muffled by her pussy. 

My spasms were even stronger in this second orgasm than the first, and all you needed to be pushed over the edge. I felt it plainly when you shot load after load into my belly, and then collapsed on top of me, pushing me flat on the bed. 

The three of us lay in a pile for what seemed like an eternity, until I finally heard your deep musical voice tell Susan calmly that it was going to be her job to take care of the cum now oozing from between my cheeks. I smiled lazily, and not just at the thought that Susan would be paying her dues. I was content in the knowledge that I am owned, and cherished. 

Shared Pleasure



Nothing breaks the ice like a fifth of vodka. That was my personal choice, but he had chosen to loosen up with Jagermeister while she had shared my vodka, which was fine by me. The three of us sat watching HBO and chatting, occasionally laughing as we drank, the tension melting away with each swallow. We were ranged about the room in various states of undress, losing clothing as mood and the heat of the alcohol in our blood prompted us. She had sprawled out on the bed wearing nothing but a t-shirt and some panties and he had taken up residence in one of the wing chairs near the window and had managed at some point to become shirtless. For myself, once I saw her pants coming off I didn't see any reason to remain in mine and stripped down to my shirt and undies before stationing myself at the foot of the bed where I had a good view of both of them. My husband, who hadn't known either of them as long or as well as I did, had gone across the city to have dinner with a friend, so he was missing all of the fun of slowly becoming drunk.

Things had calmed to a nice mellow lull, though I could feel that electricity starting to charge the air again as I watched the two of them. Maybe it was all coming from me, but I didn't think so as I watched them share brief glances, as if neither one wanted to be the first to say it. I have to say, I was amused. I knew she was reluctant, but I also knew that he wasn't in the least, and possibly just looking for a good opportunity to put voice to the ideas circling about in his head. I had already decided what I was going to do, and that was to relax and wait until things developed. I just didn't know how soon that would be. 

It was only a few minutess later when she slithered off of the bed and announced her intention to take a shower, claiming that the day had made her feel grubby and tired and she needed to relax in the hot water. I felt a little thrill race through me as I realized the one woman I had ever been sexually curious about was going to be naked just a few feet away from me, separated by a single door. I casually raised my eyes to him, knowing he would anticipate my thoughts, and met his gaze. As cool as I tried to be about it, I couldn't stop the slightest twitch of a smile on my lips as she proceeded to gather up a towel and her shower things and disappear into the bath, the door clicking quietly as it shut behind her. 

I cast a long glance over my shoulder at the door while he tried to remain casual, but I could see him practically squirming in his seat at intent he had read in my eyes. When I turned back to him, his eyes were almost desperate and his voice was a harsh whisper when he spoke.

"You're not going to do it. You wouldn't."

I smiled as I pushed myself onto my hands and knees, crawling toward him with a slow, deliberate movement that swayed my hips. I knew that the neckline of my shirt was low enough that, at this angle, he could almost see all of my breasts as I moved toward him and I could see that the sight excited him in the widening of his eyes and the way he licked his lips. I drew close and rested my chin against his knee as I looked up at him and I knew my blue gaze was all but devouring his. 

"Wouldn't I? I think you can answer that question yourself. Now here's what you do and no arguing...," I rose to my feet and stepped between his legs, lowering myself until I leaned in over him with my hands resting on the arms of the chair. "I know you're already hard just thinking about it, so I want you to start stroking yourself."

I had to rest a hand on top of his as he immediately tried to comply, stilling the movement with a touch of my fingers on the back of his wrist.

"Wait, wait...my, you're eager. No, you wait. I'm going to go into that bathroom. You will sit here and stroke yourself, but you will not come. In fifteen minutes time, I want you to come in."

I turned and pointed to the clock on the bedside table, it's large red numbers glaring and easy to read from across the room. When I turned back to him, he was looking up at me with wide, expectant eyes, causing me to laugh softly. I stepped around behind the chair, leaving him to stare at the clock.

"Now. Take your cock out for me and I want to see you start." 

I watched him from behind, slipping my shirt off and dropping it to the floor, while he tugged his fly open and took his hard cock into his hand. He began to stroke himself, soft little sighs of pleasure and pleading whimpers coming from him that caused my pulse to race. I slithered out of my panties and slipped them over his shoulder, cupping my hand in the soft satin and rubbing it across his nipples. He gasped and leaned back to look up at me as I released the panties and let them slide down his stomach to pool against the hand stroking his cock.

"Something to keep you excited. Time starts now," I whispered in his ear before stepping out from behind the chair and sauntering into the bathroom without a backwards glance. 

The sound of the door opening wasn't really audible above the hiss of the water and the steam in the room probably shrouded me from view, but I knew she was already aware of my presence. Maybe it was just the temperature change as cool air from the hotel room rushed into the bath as I left the door open slightly so that he could hear us, but I saw her outline grow still behind the shower curtain. She called his name, the word echoing loudly from the tiles in the small, confined room, sound seeming to rattle back down around us like broken glass. I remained silent as I stepped closer to the shower, knowing she could see my silouhette and that I wasn't anywhere near as tall as him. When I finally spoke, my hand was already on the edge of the curtain, pulling it back.

"No...it's me. All that vodka is getting to me and if I don't get wet I think I might faint. Isn't it funny?" 

I jerked the curtain back and stepped into the shower without any other explaination, while she stood beneath the water, bright red curls sticking wetly against her neck as she stared at me in shock. But I could see something else behind that gaze: excitement. I flashed her a grin and stepped forward toward the pounding spray of water, turning to nudge my hip against hers, slick with soap. 

"Budge over, would you? Shower hog." My words were light and filled with amusement and I heard her laugh, trying to turn the whole incident into just a quirky sort of "Oh, wasn't that funny when...?" experience that she could walk away from unscathed. I had other plans. Still grinning, I grabbed up the bottle of shower wash and turned towards her. 

"As long as I'm here I might as well be useful, right? Turn."

I saw hesitation in her gaze and I knew she was going to balk, so I took her shoulder and gave it a nudge in the right direction. She stiffened and then relaxed slightly under the touch, the bemused smile coming back to her face as she turned to face away from me. I squirted a large dollop of the shower gel into a puff and rubbed it between my hands to a thick foam as I let my gaze slide down her back to the curve of her ass. 

As the puff touched her shoulderblade, I saw her jump and then force herself to calm, and it made me smile. I began to work the lather across her shoulders and then down to the small of her back, rivulets of frothy bubbles sliding across her ass and down the length of her thighs. I soaped her back with slow, firm movements that were massaging and at some point she began to lean back toward me, welcoming the relaxing touch. I stepped forward, pressing my hips in against her, slick with lather, and slid my hands beneath her arms, running the scratchy, soapy shower puff across her ribs. I felt her shiver and I chuckled softly.

"Tickles, doesn't it?" I whispered into her ear as let the puff fall to the shower floor and let my hands smooth across her slipper skin, up to cup her breasts. She never resisted, and I knew she wouldn't as I began to caress her breasts with my fingertips, my touch teasing and light. I turned her around as the last of her resistance slipped away, and pressed her in against the wall of the shower with my body, my breasts and hips against hers. I leaned in to capture her mouth and she was accepting, her lips parting beneath mine as our tongues met. I braced one hand against the tile wall and enjoyed her mouth for a few moments before slipping away to kiss down the curve of her neck. My free hand moved across her breast, fingertips stroking just below the heavy lower curve as I whispered against her skin.

"Be a good girl and stand still now. Let me enjoy you." 

She shivered against me, but barely. There wasn't much resistance left in her as I began to move my mouth across her shoulder and down her chest, moving inexorably toward her breasts. I paused, cupping and lifting them in my hands before I bent to slowly lick the water from each breast in turn, laving the skin as I slowly worked my way toward the nipple, lips pursed around it to suck the droplets from her skin. She twisted silently against the shower wall and I had to wonder what he was thinking as he sat in the room beyond the barely cracked door, stroking his cock and listening to the sudden mysterious silence that had fallen in the bath. He would be coming in soon and I wanted to make sure that he could hear her moaning before then, so I needed to up the ante. 

As much as I hated to end my slow torture of her nipples, I began to kiss down her stomach, lowering myself to my knees in front of her. Her eyes were screwed shut and her head leaned back against the wall of the shower, as if she didn't want to open her eyes to the pleasure she was allowing me to have with her. I knelt there, looking up at her, her hands splayed out against the tile wall as if she might hold on to keep herself from falling if she became too weak to stand. It was enough to send a wave of pleasure through my body, but I wouldn't allow myself to become distracted. Instead I turned my attention to her sex, directly in front of me, her hair like a soft down close against her skin.

I couldn't wait any longer and I reached forward to grasp her hips, tugging slightly and angling her away from the wall as I leaned in, pressing my lips into the curve of her thigh. I nudged her legs apart, sliding one hand off of her hip and down between her thighs to cup her buttocks and pull her towards me. She was already open and wet, beads of water glistening on her skin and hair. I clung to her hip, fingers digging in to the soft flesh as my mouth found her. My tongue snaked out, nudging between the slick lips of her pussy as I savored the taste of her, so very like my own and yet distinctly different. Somehow less sweet and more sharp and spicy; exotic. I began to lick at her clit, feeling it grow hard beneath my tongue as I felt my own arousal grow, knowing that my own was the same. Using just the tip of my tongue I licked slowly up each side of her clit, not giving her any direct stimulation, just tasting her silky skin and heat of her, loving the way her hips jerked towards me.

Finally she groaned in frustration, and I knew the sound had to be audible in the other room. Almost in the same instant the door swung open and he was there. At some point in the intervening time he had shed his clothing and he stood in the doorway naked, cock jutting out almost painfully hard away from his body. I could imagine what he saw as he looked upon us; his girlfriend, wet and writhing against the wall of the shower as I knelt, my face buried in her pussy. His groan matched hers, but there was a desperate quality and I knew it was all he could do not to shoot right then and there. I felt a rush at my back as he stepped forward, wasting no time getting into the shower alongside us, and they began to kiss above me with urgent need. I slid my gaze to the side as I continued to lick her, taking in the way he stroked his cock just inches from me, the head livid and dripping with precome. 

I reached up and brushed his hand away from his cock just as I finally attacked her clit with my tongue, leaving him hard and without even the touch of his own hand as she exploded with a terrific orgasm, clinging to him as her cries echoed around us. I continued to lick lightly at her as the orgasm subsided and realized that the water hitting us was now nearly freezing, the steam in the bathroom having long ago been sucked out the open door. I sat back on my heels and licked my lips, eyes dark and half lidded as I looked up at the two of them. 

"Let's go into the bedroom. I'm freezing."

I climbed out of the shower and wrapped myself in a towel as she recovered and turned the water off before kissing him and following me out of the shower. He stood there in the shower for a moment, cock still jutting almost comically away from his body, harder and darker than even before. He looked frantic, like he might throw someone down and fuck them right there on the hard, cold floor. Somehow, though, he resisted and followed us out of the bathroom, not even bothering to towel off. 

I took her hand, holding my towel in place with the other, and guided her across the room to a bag I had brought with me. Odd, that neither of them had thought to ask why I brought a bag from my hotel room, but were about to find out. I placed the bag on the table near the window and unzipped it, drawing out a pair of soft leather cuffs and a folding spreader bar, the leather ankle cuffs attached to each end. I turned and placed them into her hands with a slow smile.

"Come with me," I whispered, as I let the towel fall away from my body and moved back to his side. He was standing beside the bed and had assumed an expectant position, his hands resting lightly at the small of his back. I circled around behind him and ran a hand slowly across his buttocks, then tightening my fingers in a hard pinch as I stood on my toes and spoke quietly near his ear.

"Oh, what a good boy. And you did very well before. I think you deserve a reward, hmm? Lie down on the bed." 

I gestured to her and she grinned, seeming very relaxed after our time together in the shower, and came forward with the restraints. He had already climbed onto the bed and was lying quite still, though his body seemed almost to be quivering with the effort, his cock still amazingly hard. I crawled forward onto the bed beside him and took his hands in mine, lifting them above his head and fastening them securely to the headboard with the cuffs as I gestured to her to attach the spreader between his legs. Grabbing a spare pillow, I ordered him to lift his hips and slid it beneath his ass, so that his legs were spread and his cock and balls were completely exposed.

I ran one hand across his chest, pleased with his position, and turned to look at her as she stood at his feet, idly stroking his bare calf. I grinned and continued to pet him as I began to speak.

"I have heard you two talking about his legendary stamina time and time again, and about how hard he comes...and how far he shoots when he does. I think it's time I saw both in action."

With that, I slid down slightly on the bed and reached out to take her hand, pulling her up onto the mattress across from me, on the other side of his body. Reaching up to curl my fingers in her damp hair, I pulled her mouth toward mine and again kissed her, this time our bodies meeting above his as he was forced to look up at us. He whimpered pleadingly and arched his hips, watching us with desperate eyes as we parted. 

"Now we're going to see just how great his stamina is...with both of us licking him," I turned to him with a very serious, level gaze. "And don't you dare come."

I leaned forward and whispered to her, all the while watching his expression, mingled apprehension and excitement, as if he feared us and wanted us at the same time. It made me tingle all over to see that look in his eye. Then she slipped down beneath his legs, held so far apart by the bar, and began to lick and rub his balls in a languid, excruciatingly pleasureable massage. I watched for a moment and then leaned down to grasp his rigid cock in my hand, beginning my own assault with my tongue. I licked my way up his shaft and began to run my tongue around the head while she mouthed and licked at his balls. He moaned and writhed as well as he could, gasping and pleading in the most delicious way. I actually think he was exaggerating until she licked one finger, sliding it into his ass and starting to langorously fuck him. Then his pleading turned into outright begging and he turned his head back and forth against the bed as we worked him over. He was shivering and sweating with the effort not to come and I could feel his cock throbbing in my mouth, his balls drawing tight beneath her mouth. Even stamina like his couldn't stand up to this kind of treatment.

When I pulled my mouth off of his cock it was like steel, the head swollen and dark with need, and he had finally shut his eyes and leaned his head back, unable to withstand the double stimulation of our touch and the sight of us on his body. I called her off and she looked up at me as she gave his balls a last swipe with her tongue, still fucking him idly with her fingers. I chuckled, giving a little shake of my head, and she reluctantly drew her hand away from him. 

I straddled his body and crawled up until I could look down into his eyes, smiling as he hesitantly opened them and looked up at me.

"What a good boy you were. I'll bet you don't give a good God damn about how long you last right this second, do you?" I stroked his hair away from his temple as I spoke. He licked his lips and had to try twice before he could speak.

"No, Miss. Please, may I come, Miss? Please?"

"No, not yet," I said as I just smile and shook my head. I slipped off of him and nodded to her as I went to my bag again, hunting for my next surprise item as she moved to release him from his restraints. 

By the time I turned around to them again, he had sat up on the bed behind me and they had begun to kiss again. He was moaning into her mouth, but not pleading with her, and the soft touches she used on his chest and stomach never strayed near his aching cock. I held the item from the bag behind my back as I headed back to the bed, and both of them were so engrossed in each other that they hardly noticed me approaching. I cleared my throat softly and she looked up with a grin, but his eyes met mine with need and I could read the silent plea for release. 

"I think he's done well...and deserves a release now," I saw him relax visibly and I chuckled, shaking my head, "But it's not so easy. You won't come until I tell you. If you do, I promise you that she and I are going to tie you to the bed and fuck each other all night long while you watch and you won't get to so much as have your cock touched. Do you understand me?" 

"Yes, Miss," he whispered, nodding slowly, almost as if he thought he was agreeing to stakes he might not win. She sat beside him with a smile, eyes thoughtful, and I could tell she almost hoped he would lose.

"Good. Because we are both going to come before you do. And it's not going to be easy for you, " as I spoke I pulled the item from behind my back. It was a small, but thick rubber anal plug that rest easily on the palm of my hand. Nothing particularly impressive, but I saw his eyes widen as I flicked it on with my fingertip and it began to buzz softly against my hand. Her eyes lit up and she grinned, moving to run her fingertip across the rubber, feeling the jolt of the powerful little vibrations all the way from her finger into her hand. She leaned in against him and began to whisper into his ear too low for me to hear, but his eyes closed on a look of helplessness and yearning. 

I leaned in to speak quietly to her and she broke off her own whispering to listen, nodding and crawling back onto the bed. She moved onto her hands and knees at the foot of the bed, turning to him with a sweet smile as she gave a lazy rotation of her hips, causing her ass to sway invitingly. I took his hand in mine and pulled him to his feet, guiding him to the end of the bed where he could see her open and wet, ass raised high. I grasped his cock and ran the head of it slowly along her pussy and he groaned, struggling against the urge to thrust forward. 




Shared Pleasure



"Go ahead...I want you to start fucking her, but if you feel yourself getting ready to come, you can slow down, but you can't pull out, " I paused and stood on tip toe again, whispering to him. "Oh...and you had better make sure she comes, because you won't unless she does."

He sank into her slowly and I saw her shiver, knowing how tight and wet she must be around him, flexing against his cock. He whimpered desperately as he paused, his hips pressed into hers as he stood there with his cock buried inside of her, too overcome by the sensation to do more than hold himself there. I nudged his feet apart with the touch of one knee and I slicked lube across the plug before I began to press it into his ass. I worked it into him slowly, feeling him try to open himself to it and still struggle not to come. Finally I felt his ass contract around it and a shiver shook his body as I rocked it inside of him, forcing him to move against her pussy. His whimpers became open mouthed cries of desperation as I turned it on, sending gentle, but amazing vibrations against his prostate. 

Satisfied with what I had done to him, I ran my hand across his ass one last time before I crawled onto the bed myself. By now I was so hot I from pleasuring everyone else that I thought I might explode. It was all I could do to slide onto the bed and lie back, stroking my hands across my breasts, grasping and tugging hard at my nipples. I reached down and cupped her chin in my hand, forcing her to look into my eyes. I didn't even need to tell her what I wanted as she immediately leaned forward between my parted thighs and began to lick me for all she was worth. 

I watched him as her tongue drove me towards an orgasm I couldn't even begin to prevent, aroused as I was by all that had happened. He thrust into her slowly, his eyes focused on the sight of his girlfriend's face between my legs, her mouth on my sex. I knew he probably desperately wanted to look away, the sight driving him to distraction, but he just couldn't bring himself to. He leaned forward over her back, fucking her so slowly to keep himself from coming, as he rubbed her clit. I could see him wince every time she contracted around his cock, as if the pleasure was so intense it was almost a pain. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I wondered if we might have to pick him up off of the floor when she came around him. 

Looking down the length of my body, I watched her lapping at my pussy, her tongue flicking at my clit. She moaned against me as she sucked and licked, trying so hard not to come herself, to make him wait, but I watched as she shuddered and came against his hand. He tensed and his breath was coming in ragged, open-mouthed gasps. It was all I could take and I felt a searing orgasm take me, making me arch my back against the mattress and cry out as I came against her tongue. 

We were gasping and shivering with our orgasm while he still stood behind her, fucking her harder now, his eyes fixed on me, waiting for me to give him my approval, to say he could finally come. He had started to plead softly beneath his breath, repeating the same words over and over.

"Please, Miss? Please? Oh, God, please, Miss."

She pulled away from him moved around behind him while I slid down to the foot of the bed, wrapping my hand firmly around his cock. She began to rock the plug inside of him and I cupped his balls in my hand, stroking him, hard and fast with the other. I looked up at him, meeting his gaze, and smiled.

"Yes. Now."

He screamed and I watched his cock as it swelled in my hand and hot come began to gush from him. The first shot flew almost to the headboard, falling across the pillows and nightstand, and I felt his balls contracting against the palm of my hand, his cock twitching as he continued to come, soaking the bed with his release. He sagged back against her as his orgasm subsided and I turned off the vibrator, gently sliding it from his body and pressing in to hold him. We stood there a moment, the three of us, wrapped around one another in perfect sexual bliss.

I laughed softly, and she joined me, his soft, exhausted chuckle following not long after and we all clung together as we giggled and helped one another to stand. Finally we managed to pile onto the bed, stripping away the wet comforter before we all huddled up together and dozed off. My last thought before I dropped off was that this would only be a little nap, and then we would start all over again.



Shared Pleasures



The location that we have chosen for our rendezvous, is a quiet bar in the lobby of the hotel, with low seductive lighting, soft background music and patrons absorbed in their own thoughts. I am seated at the bar as you walk in and find a table far enough away to not be noticed, but close enough to properly observe the impending interaction. The “stranger” is someone I found on the chat line, someone who is anxious to play his role properly and reap from it the intimate awards that await him.

He enters the bar, looks around and finds me at the bar, a sweet smile of anticipation on my lips as he approaches and greets me as he pulls me into a hug, placing a soft kiss on my cheek as he pulls away. Drinks are ordered and the seduction begins.

As we proceed with small talk, he stands very near to me, strong hands reaching out to touch me, stroking my hair, my back, my shoulders, his elbow nudging my full breast. A throaty laugh in response to his erotic comment turns my head slightly to see you sitting there, beginning to fidget ever so slightly. The smile on your face encourages me to be bolder as I reach behind him to gently squeeze his ass. This brings him closer for kisses on my forehead, cheek and jawbone, eventually moving in to capture my lips with his. The kiss is soft at first and then more intense as he pulls me closer and explores my mouth with his tongue. More drinks, more laughter, more contact soon find our arousal peaking and the discussion moves toward more intimate details. He tells me how he wishes to pleasure me, how exciting it will be for him to have you continue watching us, how erotic it will be when you join us. Very soon this adventure will relocate to a more private setting as he describes to me how he will slowly remove my clothing, placing soft kisses on the flesh that he will expose, inch by inch. Out touches are more intense now, our kissing more frequent and I sneak a quick glance at you, your arousal evident in your smoldering eyes.

Ready to proceed, you depart and head for the hotel room, let yourself in, light the candles, turn on some soft music, and make yourself comfortable in the chair across from the bed. As we enter the room, we stop in the doorway for a long passionate kiss, hands reaching and groping to touch sensitive spots, heightening the arousal for us all. We enter the room and stop at the bed and he begins his sexual onslaught, slowing unbuttoning my blouse as he kisses me. As he removes my bra, he places soft, hot kisses on my shoulders and down my arms and once exposed, he captures my nipple between his lips, tongue softly flicking my flesh until it peaks and the softly nibbles on the hardness. Throwing my head back, I moan with pleasure and turn to look at you and smile as your hand reaches down to stroke you hardening cock.

Hot lips reach out for the other nipple as his strong hand surrounds my other breast, squeezing and massaging the full flesh, causing me to squirm from the pleasure. Soon his head dips lower to nuzzle my belly as his hands draw my pants down over my ass, stopping to grip each cheek as his head seeks out my sweltering pussy, the intoxicating smell of already flowing juices pulls him closer. He gently pushes me down to the bed and I lay back as he removes the rest of my clothing, spreads my legs and begins his assault on my swollen clit. The initial contact brings a quiet scream to my throat and I grab my breasts as I turn to look at you, the desire in both of our eyes sending currents of excitement through the air. You have exposed your turgid flesh to me and my arousal increases as I watch you slowly stroke yourself as your eyes move to the head between my legs, watching with intensity as he continues to taste me. The first stirrings of my orgasm overtake me and as his tongue flicks my hard clit, your eyes meet mine as the waves of pleasure crash over me and send me tumultuously into a frenzied sensation of pure bliss.

Standing to remove his clothing, you approach me and kneel down to tenderly lap up the juices he has urged to flow and my body clenches as your tongue comes in contact with my quivering flesh. As he slides his cock into my mouth, your contact becomes more intense and your mouth surrounds my clit, hard again from the sensuous motions of your tongue. Soon I am sent dizzily into another orgasm as the hard flesh filling my mouth muffles my cries of pleasure and I suck harder and harder as the pleasure washes over me. His cock now hard, it’s time for me to be fucked and the two of you switch positions. You lean down to pull me into a deep sweet kiss, tasting the muskiness of him on me, grabbing my breast and firmly squeezing my soft flesh as your tongue seeks out every crevice, every last drop of his taste in my mouth.

As his hard cock enters me, I reach for yours and firmly stroke it as I look into your eyes and share the passion that we have so purposefully created, and then pull you closer to taste your sweet flesh. I am now full of cock and blissfully content as the thrusting motion of your body and his assaults my senses with pure ecstasy. Your hand reaches down to stroke my clit and as he slides out of my wetness, you each down to grip his member and help guide it back into me, more curious now about how his taste would blend with mine. Positioning yourself above me, your cock deeply inside my mouth, you lean down to taste the juices produced from this encounter, first lapping them from clit, the moving down slightly to flick the tip of his cock as it slides out of me. The taste of pre-cum fills my mouth as my hands reach for your ass, feeling the tightness of your muscles as you experience your first taste of his flesh. Soon we are rocking and thrusting together as your face is buried in my pussy, your tongue flicking out to taste him as he fucks me, your chin rubbing against my clit.

Your aroused state seeks fulfillment as you remove yourself from me, leaning down to share our mutual juices in a long, slow, deep kiss, grinding upon me as his cock thrusts in and out of my swollen pussy. As he removes himself from me, he lies down on the bed and I position my head above his cock, raising my soft round ass before you, awaiting the feel of your hard cock inside of me.

As you rub the tip of your cock through my dripping juices, my head descends to like them off of his cock and as you plunge deeply inside of me, your groan matches his as I engulf him inside of my mouth. A few quick slaps on my ass are preceded by you grasping my hips tightly as you pull me back against you for each thrust. Soon we are fucking intensely and his cock is sliding in and out of my mouth as he arches his back to maintain the connection that is occasionally broken by the strength of our gyrations. The sucking and fucking is creating an atmosphere of intoxication as each of you is consumed by the sex, by the mutual pleasures derived from the sharing of my body. My body quivers with each deep penetration of your rock hard cock and by the twitching of his member as it prepares to spill it’s seed deep into my throat. Soon he is writhing on the bed, twisting and arching as I bring him to completion, deep groans escaping his lips as the orgasm overcomes him and he explodes inside of me, while you continue to plunge into me, a smile escaping at his pleasure.

With my full attention on the sensations of your cock sliding in and out of me, you slow your strokes and gain some control over your impending release. He removes himself from beneath me and turns around to slide his head underneath the point where you and I are connected. Soon I feel his hot tongue on my clit and you feel the softness of his hair against your balls. As we continue to fuck, he is tasting us both, using his mouth to urge on our union, encouraging us both to that moment of full consumption. His tongue begins a determined assault on my button of ecstasy and soon his thrusts match yours as you drive deeper and deeper into me, slapping my ass with each thrust, screaming out with the pleasure of feeling my pussy begin to convulse with orgasm. The contractions inside of me pull you in deeper and tighter and soon you are catapulted to the edge of satiating orgasm that brings a scream to your throat and my name to your lips as we cascade together over the edge into bliss. As you pour yourself inside of me, he continues to assail my clit with his hard tongue and my orgasm rolls into another and the spasms drain the last bit of cum from your softening member.

As we lay back on the bed, with me in the middle, you each explore the soft curves of my body, now damp from the sweat our activities have created. Sharing with each of you, soft slow kisses, we relish in the new sensual bond that has been created, and begin to dream of the next rendezvous and the pleasures that wait.

After he has gone, you and I continue to cuddle and slowly the arousal builds again. Soon we are making slow passionate love to each other; our connection to each other strengthened by this adventure, anxious to continue to explore the shared sensuality. For this is just the beginning of a very exciting journey.



Shared Pleasures



It started with her sitting on the table. He came to stand in between her legs and very gently kissed her cool lips. The fact that they were finally alone made the kisses grow frantic with pent up frustrations of the previous few weeks. Arms and legs became entwined, the kisses were more passionate, bodies grew hot and breathing became fast and shallow.

He started to unbutton her blouse and exposed her heaving chest. Her bra was black, in stark contrast to her soft white skin. Finally the last button was released and he roughly pulled it down over her shoulders, pinning her arms to her sides. He undid her front fastening bra and released her breasts; her nipples were erect and crying out to be bitten. As he sank his teeth into them she whispered "Don't stop", encouraging him to continue the small kisses, caresses and bites that were making her so hot for him. Her skin was getting feverish with desire and her breaths were hot on his neck. She threw her head back and allowed him to gently nibble and nip at her exposed neck, making her moan with pleasure.

As he removed her blouse and bra he pushed her back over the table and slid his hot body over her. Her back arched in response pushing her breasts upwards allowing him to bite them once again. He moved down towards her waist, kissing and caressing all the way. As he reached the waist of her skirt her slid his hand behind her back and undid the button and zip. She lifted her bottom to make it easier for him to slide her skirt over her hips and legs. The thong she was wearing was getting wet with her mounting excitement. 

He started kissing her stomach and then slid his tongue down the edge of the black lace thong making her ache with a desire she hadn't known she was capable of. Holding her hips with his hands he pulled her roughly to the edge of the table and pushed her legs as wide as they would go, exposing her wetness to him. He got to his knees and licked the outside of the lacy thong again, this time pushing against her mound with his chin. With the fingers of his right hand he pulled the lace aside and stopped to look at her, taking a mental picture of her wetness to replay in his mind over and over. 

With her wetness so obvious he couldn't resist sliding his finger into her and flicking his tongue over her engorged clit. Her back arched off the table, small whimpers escaping from her lips as her pleasure increased. His finger slid deep into her wet pussy and then back to the very edge to make small circles, and then once again deep inside her. All the while his tongue was flicking her clit and his teeth were very, very gently nibbling. She could feel herself getting close to orgasm and told him so. As his tongue flicked she got closer and closer and suddenly she lost herself in her orgasm; the whimpers building to a scream. He could feel her convulsions on his fingers and pushed them deep inside until they had subsided. When her breathing had returned to a more normal rhythm she sat up and passionately sucked her cum off his fingers.

Now it was his turn...

She pulled at his t-shirt and he took it off over his head. She then slowly undid his fly and slid his trousers down; surprised to see that he had no boxers on, making it easier for her to feel his throbbing cock. She made him sit on a chair and knelt between his knees and took him in her mouth, cupping his balls with her hand. She slid her mouth up and down whilst he moaned quietly, his hands caressing the back of her neck and shoulders. As she moved her hand up she gently squeezed and released pressure, she circled the top with her index finger and thumb following this with her darting tongue, flicking at the hard, throbbing thing in her hand. His hands pushed her head down to take all of him in her mouth once again, she gagged but he didn't seem to notice, he was getting near to his orgasm. She could feel his balls tighten in anticipation of his ejaculation, he released her head and she returned to squeezing and then releasing her hold on his cock, sliding her mouth up and down in a rhythm he seemed to enjoy. As he got closer to orgasm she took all of him in her mouth and felt his hot cum hit the back of her throat. She swallowed every last drop, seeming to savour his taste. She licked and sucked his cock clean and allowed him to relax while she removed her thong and sat astride him.

They started to kiss, she was running her hands over his chest pinching his nipples between her fingers and dragging her long nails over his skin bringing goose bumps to his arms. He in turn was running his hands over her body, pulling her closer to him. She could feel him get hard again and guided him into her with her hand, slowly, slowly sliding herself onto him and wrapping her legs around him. They stayed like that kissing and caressing each other until they could take no more and started to move against one another. She arched her back away from him, pushing against his chest with her hands, pushing him into her deeper and deeper.

She wanted to change position so she got off and turned round to sit on his lap, carefully sliding onto him. This allowed him to put his arms around her and caress her breasts, pinching her nipples in return. The movement quickened until they both felt themselves getting closer to orgasm. As he came inside her, he pulled her body to him and reached down between her thighs, taking her clitoris between his fingers pushing her over the edge once again.

This time they were both spent, she lay back against his chest, he held her tightly against him while their breathing returned to normal.



Shared Pleasures



My partner and I have enjoyed many years together, and indulged ourselves in several pleasurable pursuits along the way. One of these was swinging, and we thoroughly enjoyed meeting different people and conversing with them in ways you would never do with other friends. We were never hardened swingers but we enjoyed a few European trips to clubs like the famous Fun4Two and several private parties; even held our own. We are both very sexual people, enjoyed a more than healthy sex life but both realised we were not getting any younger and we wanted to spread our wings a little while we still could. Who knows what the future will bring. Haven't we all known people who plan well in to the future only to die suddenly with their hopes and desires unfulfilled. It happened once too often to us and it gave us a jolt.

We made the decision to sell up and spend our time travelling. As this is meant to be a sexy and erotic tale then I will refrain from writing a travelogue. Suffice to say we enjoyed meeting a range of different couples along the way. Isn't the internet marvellous. Not that we made it a prime focus; most times it just happened that we used a web site chat room to keep in touch with our 'internet friends'. People then asked us if we would like to meet up in cities we were intending to visit. It is rude to say no you know. And you can enjoy their local knowledge and learn about their culture as well as you can enjoy their bodies. It's not all about sex.

After a couple of years on the move we took time out on a small tropical island. Life was good. It was cheap, the weather was idyllic, and we were living with a mix of races from around the world whose common language was English, albeit often extremely difficult to comprehend. They were also many years younger than us, either just finished University or taking a gap year out. 

It is amazing that in these days of free and easy sex, and a freedom in discussing sex openly, the young still think they are the only ones to enjoy sex, and it must all stop at age 40! And yet we discovered that in reality they would have been shocked beyond words had we openly admitted we were swingers. To the point we would have been ostracised. We joined in the banter, and as an older couple we could say things considered outrageously naughty by our young friends. We both flirted like mad. Surrounded by young, tanned and fit bodies all day, who could resist. Our age worked to our advantage. Certainly we endured the jokes about being the oldest swingers in town. Little did they really know. We were actually enjoying more sex than they were. And not subject to the petty jealousies either. It was interesting to see how the young people related to each other. Quite educational. 

Before you imagine a couple of frail elderly pensioners bopping the night away I shall describe us. We are both mid to late forties. Ok. I am 48, and my wife is 45. I refer to her as my wife as I consider her to be. We just never found the time, or the inclination to make it official. She is 5' 5" tall, blonde at one end, manicured and polished at the other. Work it out. I would love to say she has the figure of a 20 year old, but I hate to lie. I am surrounded by twenty somethings, and I can tell you, they are different. I regularly get to hug them, dance with them, cuddle them. They feel different. Very nice too.

My wife still has her curves, but she is softer, a little more rounded in the stomach area. Having children does that to a woman I am told. So what is the excuse for my stomach, because I haven't had kids. Her breasts are still pert, and her nipples, which are something special, still point, well if not to the sky, then certainly to the horizon. Large enough to droop slightly, firm enough that she can still get away not wearing a bra. 

Her legs have always been her pride. On the long side and lean from years of exercise they look great in a short denim skirt. Over the last few years I have encouraged her to wear higher heels, especially at swinger meets, and her confidence has grown to the point she now adores the attention her legs attract.

She has put a few pounds on around her bum. As a girl she was tight arsed and leggy. So she tells me, and I have seen a few schoolgirl photos of her. Missed all her best years I tell her, usually as her hand is flying through the air to slap me.

What hasn't changed through all those years is her smile. It would light a moonless night. Which comes in useful if you drop your keys on the beach late at night. Lame, but worth a smile. She is an attractive woman, with a great friendly personality, warm and loving, and a good friend to those close to her. She has lots of other qualities. Enough that I know I am a very lucky man to have her on my arm, and in my heart.

So there you have it. An attractive 45 year old blonde, medium height, neither too fat nor too slim, average breasts, nice legs, the odd wrinkle, an arse that fills a pair of jeans without straining the stitching, and a killer smile. Very nice package. Me? I am more like a battered old suitcase. Much loved but not much to look at. I have great eyes though. So I've been told. Big and blue, with very long lashes. The envy of many women. Pity the rest of the face doesn't match up. I'm 5' 11" and on the big side. I have been an avid athlete all my life. But you all know what happens when an athlete retires. Fortunately the extra pounds are firm and solid rather than wobbly fat. But there is too much of them. I am trying to do something about it, aren't we all. But the temptations, ah, the temptations. Fortunately, to compensate for my lack of film star looks the good Lord saw fit to provision me with a very nice cock. It is not a monster by any means. None of this, you could stand a dozen canaries on it. More like eight or nine, that is if number nine stood on one leg.... and had good balance. It is thick though. About as thick as the tube in the middle of a toilet paper roll. Am I proud of it? Do I sound proud of it? Suffice to say I am never jealous when another man drops his trousers. Those that are bigger are too big according to my wife, and she complains now that she only just gets her mouth around it, so what would I need thicker for. But who the heck cares about my looks in this story.

My wife Wendy, (did you think I had forgotten?) is a little submissive. More of a happy to go with the flow, than down on her knees waiting for instructions. She is also a very horny woman who is never far away from being ready for sex. It doesn't take much to make her moist, nor much to make her orgasm either. She'll cum until she is so tired she just needs sleep. We were enjoying a very late night, drunken fucking when after several orgasms she fell asleep as I was inside her. When you have a satisfying sex life an event like this just makes you smile. As I gently removed my cock, she grabbed my hips, pulled me to her crying 'Don't stop fucking me'. She slept. I exited. She grabbed. She swore. She came. She slept. I exited stage centre. This cycle repeated itself several times until I had to wake her up properly and explain that she really needed sleep. Next day we laughed, and it was my turn to orgasm.

Have you sufficient information now to build up a decent picture of life in our household. Good. On with our naughty adventure. It involves a wonderful guy who became an extremely good friend. He stayed on the island for a couple of years and was probably the most successful cocksman I have ever known. If he carved notches on a bedpost it would have looked like an exquisite carving found in the chambers of Louis IX. He was addicted to the chase as much as the capture. He was a dedicated swordsmen. And happy to tell you all the intimate details. The only time I saw him fazed was when a young couple, on their honeymoon would you believe, invited him to join them in a threesome. That scenario threw him off kilter strangely enough. He had shared a bed with five Cambodian hookers. They helped him recover from an illness, and made great nurses as well as great companions. He had a threesome with two Dutch dancers, and trust me those girls were beautiful; bodies and attitudes to die for. Yet that newly married couple had him running for cover.

Paul was a scuba instructor. Six feet tall, slim and tanned, longish blonde hair, and I would say only reasonably good looking. But the boy had an intelligence and a manner which could charm, amuse, entertain and educate. He was from Chicago, and whether or not that is normally a popular accent, his voice had wonderful tone and his words and expressions were pure joy to listen to. Had I been female I would have shagged him senseless. 

I too have a certain wordy charm, and an ability to flirt far beyond the norm. I have seen people have their face slapped trying to match me. Have had husbands face up to a guy for trying it on with their wife. Yet i have never had an inkling of trouble. And i have no idea why. I tell people that women know that I am too old to be serious, and they know I would run a mile if they took me up on my suggestions. Paul and i made a good team on the boats, and had a lot of fun. I would even chat up a girl with the intention of passing her to Paul when she was ripe. I swing but I am never unfaithful. Paul is under orders to tell me every detail when the deed is done. It's like secondhand infidelity. Pervy but ultimately harmless. Wendy and I have spent many a long dinner with Paul, discussing deeply personal issues. To be honest most of the kids spend their down time talking about sex. Probably more talking than doing it. 

The three of us became the closest of friends over a couple of years, and Paul was one of very few people who we admitted our swinging past too. In fact we had been to a couple of weekend swingers parties whilst living on the island. We often went to Bangkok for shopping and entertainment, so it raised no eyebrows when we disappeared for a week. Awesome parties with some serious swingers, and some incredible memories. 

Paul and I had arranged to meet with Wendy for dinner. Dinner had continued onto drinks, then a club on the beach, then to a quiet bar. We were the only customers and the barmaid the only staff. She was a friend and happy for us to chat and drink as late as we liked. We were far from being drunk but in that wonderful relaxed state where inhibitions take a break, words flow, and you bounce from topic to topic, and no one takes offence whatever you say, or takes it too seriously either.

Paul had met an Austrian girl who he thought might be the one. He spoke to her on the phone, decided to move on and visit her for a lengthy period in Austria. After he hung up the phone (do you still do that with a cell phone?) he was upset and Wendy hugged him and stroked his face until he recovered his composure. It takes very close friends for a 28 year old guy to shed a tear with. 

Three more drinks came to the table, and Wendy said how much she would miss Paul. Out of the blue she muttered laughingly 'All those girls, and you've never had me Paul. I should feel left out'. Paul, suffering a serious moment anyway, replied 'If you hadn't been Daves' wife I would have been trying to shag you a very long time ago. I think you must be awesome in bed, and with the adventures you two have had I really, really would be honoured to spend a night with you. You wouldn't know the number of wanks I have had with you in mind. I've spunked gallons over you'. I made the natural joke about that image.

Wendy blushed gracefully but kept quiet. Me. I don't do quiet. 'Wendy has gushed quite a bit over you too Paul. If she catches you changing into those lycra shorts showing that cock off, you can bet I am going to catch her with her vibrator shortly after we get home. Don't you dear?' I smiled.

'And don't you enjoy teasing me about Paul and you shagging me, oh dearest one'

'Touche, my love.'

Paul laughed at our repartee and told us we were in danger of giving him a hard on at a time when there were no women around.

'Paul, I will make you a small wager that Wendy is getting moist at the thought of shagging you, and of you sitting there with a hard on.'

This was a normal sort of conversation for us, but had never led to anything.

Wendy giggled as she said 'Dave, you are so wrong. I am NOT moist'

Paul rubbed his hands together and ordered a round on me.

Wendy reached over and covered Pauls hand with hers. Looking into his eyes, their heads naturally drifting closer, she quietly said ' Paul, I am soaking my panties with love juice, and my brain is doing overtime imagining what you would be like in bed.'

I laughed, I cheered, I clapped Paul on the back, I leant over and kissed Wendy on the cheek. The look on Pauls' face was priceless. His adams apple bobbed up and down, and for a few precious moments Paul was speechless. It was a monumental moment.

Recovering his equilibrium Paul moaned 'I have such a freaking hard on now. You, Wendy, are incorrigible. I thought he was bad enough'

Wendy laughed at his discomforture ' Not incorrigible Paul, just very truthful dear'.

It came out of nowhere. It was not planned, not thought through. An impulsive sentence that had the words out of my mouth before my brain had clearly digested them.

'As you are leaving the island for good Paul, why don't I give you Wendy for the night as a going away present. You can bring her home tomorrow, say tomorrow at 2pm. Give you both plenty of time.'

How do you describe a look that is a mix between shock, anticipation, desire and disbelief. Wendy giggled. Because girls can do that. Real men don't giggle. But Paul was making some sort of weird gurgling, whilst wriggling in his seat. Finally he took a deep swallow of his drink. We all did.

My brain had engaged by now, so I put up some sort of intelligent reasoning. 'Paul, you know I like to give Wendy what she wants, and I know you wouldn't want to have a threesome with us, in fact I think I would find that a little awkward too, but this seems a great opportunity for me to give two people who are very special to me a few hours to enjoy something special.'

After that long sentence I needed a sip from my drink. Paul looked at me and said 'You're not joking are you?', Wendy looked at me and said 'Are you sure?' 

Don't you just love women. They know what they want! 

'Paul my boy, you know Wendy is going to tell me everything you do to her. So I will get my pleasure out of the arrangement too. I'll just manage to get a few hours sleep first. Which I will probably need. Take my lady home, show her every play in your gamebook, and drop her at the house tomorrow at 2pm. That will give you almost 12 hours for uninterrupted sex. We'll catch up with you in a few days when any lingering embarrassment will have been forgotten. Deal?'

What? You think I had to ask Wendy if she wanted to go home with Paul. I know my woman. I knew that look on her face, in her eyes. Had I plunged my cock deep into her pussy at that moment she would started cumming by the third stroke. Seriously.

Paul, being a gentleman, despite being young, asked Wendy if I was serious and whether she was happy with the plan. Her reply was thus.

'I think it would be better if you took me home for 4pm. I might need an hours sleep. You once told me you could come five times in a night. Let's try for six times Paul'.

So the drinks were drunk, the bill was paid, the barmaid kissed on the cheeks by us all, and we wandered over, arm in arm, to where our motorbikes were parked. I think Paul still wasn't convinced it would happen until, after a few quiet words together I helped Wendy clamber across Pauls pillion seat.

I'd love to describe how her stocking tops were visible, how great her legs looked in her heels. How her cleavage looked inviting in her low cut top. Unfortunately That will have to wait for another day. She did have a short denim skirt on. But it was matched with a spaghetti strapped vest top and a pair of flip flops.

Mind you I couldn't resist giving her one last deep, tongue lashing kiss and slipping my hand between her legs. A pussy is so exposed sitting on a motorcycle. Legs naturally spread, skirt high. My fingers found their way under the elastic, slipped through dense pubic hair and discovered a reservoir. Deep and oh so wet. She was soaked. Her pussy lips spread instantly and my fingers were coated in hot love juice. I almost changed my mind and took her home myself.

Leaning round to Paul, I put my wet fingers to his mouth. 'Get yourself home and have fun mate'.

I watched as they disappeared into the darkness. Then I too went home.

With difficulty I did manage to sleep. My head was filled with fleeting images thinking about what they were doing. My waking thoughts were of the pair of them. After cooking breakfast I pottered around the house filling the time by doing some small jobs. The hours passed quite quickly, and around 4pm I heard Pauls' exhaust puttering along the track leading towards our house. Wandering onto the balcony I watched Wendy make her way along the long walkway, then up the stairs towards me. She came onto the balcony with a big grin on her face, and a look that said 'I'm exhausted'. Our arms went around each other and our lips met in a gentle and loving kiss. With it we expressed to each other that all was ok.

We moved into the house and leaned against a kitchen counter. 'You have a good time?' I asked sliding my hands to the top of Wendy's buttocks. 'Mm, he is very good in bed' came the reply. 'Darling, have you had this hard-on since I left you last night?' Her hand felt for my zip. 'If I tell you that Paul was inside me no more than 15 minutes ago, and left me high and dry on the point of orgasm; yes, the bastard pulled out and said he wanted you to have the pleasure of my wet pussy, well, will you please take me into the bedroom, and fuck me hard' 

'Tell me more' as I felt her fingers wrap around my now exposed cock. Wendy dipped her head, taking the head of my cock into her mouth, giving it a wet sloppy licking. Now she could rub my cock, my foreskin sliding nicely over the purple head.

Our lips were touching as she continued 'I had to shower before I came home but as I got dressed Paul tumbled me onto the bed. I told him we didn't have time but he started going down on me. He has a wonderful tongue my love. So I just spread my legs. I was just getting into it, humping my pussy at his chin when he stopped. He jumped up saying it was time to go. I already had my bra and shirt on, and of course my panties were such a soggy mess after last night. Well, actually Paul asked to keep them as a souvenir. God, I'd been so wet last night. Anyway I was just zipping up my skirt when Paul bent me over the bed and slipped his cock into me from behind. Did I tell you he has a nice cock. Very nice. He was fucking me with long, slow strokes. He told me he wanted to deliver me back well fucked but ready for more. Told me to thank you for sharing me with him. I had one pleasant little cum but Paul seemed to know I was building towards a big one. And of course as soon as I started to gasp he pulled out, slapped me on the arse and said 'I think the old man can finish that one off for you'. 

By now my cock was leaking pre-cum which Wendy was massaging over the jap-eye with her thumb. Turning her body slightly I slid one hand under the hem of her skirt and up the front of her thigh. The skin felt so soft in my heightened state. So smooth. I leaned back, staring into her eyes. 'Don't I remember there being some pussy hair here yesterday?' Wendy giggled. 'Paul wanted to surprise you. So he shaved me last night. Or should I say this morning. He was giving me a nice oil massage, then shaved me. I was so wet that when his tongue touched my clit I came straight away. I think he was quite surprised. Then he tongued and fingerfucked me for what seemed hours. I was begging for his cock, honestly really begging. I had to promise to let him fuck my asshole before he'd give me his cock. Oh boy, did he fuck me good. He was like a machine hammering away at me. I just kept cumming, and cumming. When he flipped me onto my side I could feel a sloshy wet patch beneath me. I didn't really even feel it when he slipped into my ass. He did try and be gentle but I was humping at him so hard. He just went back and forth. From my ass to my pussy, and I just kept cumming. Paul had cum four times already so it took an age for him to shoot. I was like a limp rag doll flopping around. I don't even know if he came in my ass or my pussy.' 




Shared Pleasures



By now my own cock was leaking copious amounts of pre cum. Wendy was slowly teasing the skin over the head of my engorged bell end. Now she dipped to take my cock into her mouth. Her lips slipped down my length as her tongue worked wonders over the helmet. I was so turned on it was only seconds before I was humping at her mouth. Her hand grasped around my balls, and in this way controlled the depth I sunk into her mouth. I could feel the tightness as I reached the point just before Wendy would gag on my cock. She couldn't take much of this and, after no more than a couple of minutes, she raised her head. Her breath came in huge gasps. She smiled as she mopped her mouth and chin.

'God, you're huge. You poor thing. You must have been suffering all night long. And all the time I was being fucked by that naughty Paul. You are a very bad man. Letting someone half my age, ravish my poor body all night long.'

If it were possible for Wendy to have a look of pure innocence on her face, she had one now. Spoilt only by the naughty twinkle in her eyes.

'Prepare to be ravished by someone your own age then, you randy slut. I'm more than ready to reclaim this pussy that's rightfully mine. To the bedroom with you, wench.'

Giggling, Wendy tripped through into the bedroom. Her top was quickly removed, followed by the usual contortions to rid herself of her bra. Her breasts looked magnificent, her nipples already hard. The skin around them was tight, the rich redness showing just how sexually excited Wendy already was. She cupped her breasts in both hands, briefly pinching her nipples. I saw a slight shudder run through her body. I knew she was so aroused that the slightest attention to her pussy would bring her to orgasm. She was, no doubt, still revelling in her night of lust.

I threw off my own clothes, my erection throbbing, pointing at Wendy's breasts as if to say 'bring those beauties to me.'

Her hands went to the waistband of her denim skirt. Slowly, oh so slowly she undid the four buttons at the front. With a shimmy, she eased the skirt over her hips. Her shaven mound was slowly revealed. She raised an eyebrow at me. It was very sexy. Her pussy lips came into view. With no hair to obscure the view, I could see they were swollen and puffy with lust. The skirt dropped to the floor. As Wendy moved one foot sideways, her pussy lips parted and I could see the moistness shining between them.

The sexual tension between us crackled like electrical static. She was my woman. I was her man. And we were about to show each other just how much that statement was true.

I pointed at my cock. Wendy walked to me, looking deeply into my eyes. Inches separated us. She sank to her knees, and, still looking into my eyes, she took my cock into her mouth. I stood still. A real test. Letting Wendy dictate the tempo. Soon she was using both hands to stimulate me too.

It seemed to last forever, but all too soon my thighs were quiverering with tension, and the tingles in my balls were telling me that I was nearly at the point of no return. I don't normally cum in Wendy's mouth. Not that she doesn't like it, it's that when I unload into her pussy, she invariably orgasms herself. And not being one to waste an orgasm... 

I had just reached that point where a decision has to be made whether to stop, or whether to not. At that very moment my little bitch looked up into my eyes, and with her hand pumping me quickly, her lips just moistly brushing the end of my dome, said, 'Did I tell you, Paul came in my mouth like this.'

Fuck. Those words were enough to take me over the edge, to lose any remaining control. Added just enough to my raging lust that I came at the exact moment that Wendy slid her lips tightly over my bell end and sucked hard. I stood there, my legs trembling, as jet after jet fired from me. My world span, went dim, returned. My hands held Wendy by her soft blonde hair as my orgasm began to fade. Wendy coughed as I jerked one last offering. 

'Oh God, Jesus, that was good' I stammered, struggling to regain my breath. Wendy continued to suck me. Now making sure she cleaned every inch. She knew this would help me regain a strong erection in just a few minutes. I didn't need to look to know she would have a big smile on her face.

When my cock reached that state of sensitivity that my hips twitched involuntarily Wendy finally stopped. I reached under her arms, raised her to her feet, and kissed her hungrily. Another benefit of Wendy cleaning my cock is that her mouth is pretty clean when we kiss. I'm not really into cum swapping. I've tried it, but it did very little for us.

We moved onto the bed, Wendy on her back, me hovering over her between her spread legs. I kissed the sides of her neck, suckled on her nipples for a time, licked down over her stomach. Wendy sighed with contentment. I spread her legs wide as I stroked the soft skin of her upper thighs. Her pussy looked incredible. Freshly shaved; not the slightest hint of stubble. Paul had been scrupulously attentive to her pussy. It excited me that Paul had been so intimate with her. Rarely with swinging do you get the intimacy that allows such exploration. You lick a pussy, you kiss a pussy, you watch your wife lick a pussy, but rarely do you truly study a pussy. Paul had to have done to have shaved her so expertly smooth.

I have seen Wendy's pussy in every state imaginable. From relaxed and freshly bathed right up to the swollen monster that craves a cock, any cock, to fill it. But always have I been in close attendance to see, and to help, that transformation. Here, I was looking at her pussy, which was in a high state of arousal, and this was all the work of another man whilst I slept at home. Her lips were full, her clitoris fairly bursting from its covering hood. Her inner lips surrounded an entrance that was already open, already loose. The moisture sparkled like diamonds in a rock face. To me it seemed even the brown puckered hole of her ass looked more relaxed. Surely not the tight little rectum I was used to seeing.

It excited me, but what gave me most pleasure was that Wendy had enjoyed a night of real lust and passion which would live for years in her memory. Before she met me, she had many one night stands, nearly all of which were forgettable. This had been a night she would never forget.

I placed my lips over her clit, and gently licked the tip of my tongue over her. I knew from her reaction that she would cum in seconds. It would be good, but I wanted her to have a fantastic orgasm. One that would build and build. Selfishly I knew my own erection would be stronger for the delay, and my own orgasm more powerful. For Wendy would indeed demand a prolonged fucking from me.

'Paul did a good job of shaving you. You're deliciously smooth' as I slowly licked along each lip.

'Mmm, he took an absolute age. Got me so turned on.' Wendy murmured.

'I see he did your asshole too'

'Kept telling me I had such a pretty ass, he wanted to fuck it. I told him I wasn't sure, so he told me he would turn me on so much I would let him.'

I knew keeping Wendy talking would slow down her orgasm, but raise the level of her excitement as images of the night before ran through her mind. I do know my woman. Of course, it turned me on too.

'And?'

'After he shaved me he patted some powder on me, but I was so wet. He licked my clit and I came straight away. Started using his fingers on me. He was looking for my G-spot and just spread me wider and wider. Mmm my love. Yes, just like that.'

A small gush of love juice ran over my fingers, as I slid two of them deep into her.

'So you liked Paul licking you? Liked Paul having a close up view of your cunt?'

Wendy gasped, clenched on my fingers. She liked that thought. The dirtier language I used wracked up another notch on the arousal scale.

'Very much. When I came again, he pushed a finger into my arsehole. You know what that does for me. I was being so loud.'

'That I would liked to have seen. You, legs spread wide. Paul between your thighs. Couple fingers in your cunt. A couple in your arse. And you cumming.'

As I said this, I had pressed two fingers against her ass, and gently pushed them into her puckered hole. Her ring relaxed immediately, a sure sign that Wendy had been recently fucked there.

Wendy came. With two fingers plunging hard into her cunt, two fingers deep in her arsehole, and my mouth clamped to her distended clit, my tongue flicking over the bud, Wendy came intensely. So many pleasure centres stimulated simultaneously caused her to have a massive orgasm.

Animal grunts and groans filled the room. Her face turned red; she screwed her eyes tightly shut. I could see so many of her muscles go taut, as for a moment Wendy went rigid. Then huge shudders ran through her body, as wave after wave of pleasure shook her. 

Love juice ran over my fingers freely, dripped between her buttocks. Even her ass seemed to lubricate.

A full minute passed before Wendy flopped back, relaxed but gasping for breath. Very gently I took my fingers from her arse, watching as her rectum sprang closed. I knew just what to do. With the two fingers in her cunt pressed firmly against the back side of her clit, I rubbed my well lubricated thumb over the nub. Gradually i built up the pressure i was using. Wendy was finding it difficult to recover her breath as the pleasure built up. Pleasure tinged with a little pain. I rode her through the discomfort until Wendy came once more. Not as powerful as minutes before, this was a far more intense orgasm. It hit her in a way no other sex did. We referred to these as her emotional orgasms.

Wendy started to sob as the wave passed her by. I moved, taking her into my arms, holding her tightly, face buried into my neck and shoulder. I felt hot tears run down my neck, heard her sobs as she gulped air into her lungs.

I knew Wendy would need a few minutes to compose herself. The first couple of times I had made Wendy orgasm like this, I felt awful, thinking I had done something wrong. Tried everything to make it right. Wendy had done her best to explain that she was crying with joy, her emotions completely overwhelming her. I found it so difficult to understand. I knew that I was hurting her as I put pressure on her clit, and that her level of lust had to be massive for her to ride through the barrier of discomfort. Wendy would often call a halt if her mood wasn't just right.

I also knew that when my beloved was tuned into that mood, Wendy enjoyed an orgasm which went beyond description. Satisfied her holisticaly. Brought peace and calm to her whole being. I once saw her physically pass out from the pleasure she was receiving. I didn't fully understand it, but I wouldn't have minded having an ejaculation that did that for me.

It would take Wendy a good ten minutes to recover. No way could I go near her pussy in that time. It was far too sensitive. My own hard-on was resting between our stomachs. The heat of our bodies caused it to twitch involuntarily. It was if it were crying out not to be forgotten.

Wendy cuddled tightly against me, took the full ten minutes before I felt her hand wriggle between us. Reaching for my half flaccid cock, stimulating it quickly into full hardness. I was so horny she actually just wrapped her hand around it and squeezed.  

'Thank you for last night. I have wondered what Paul would be like in bed. You've always known I found him very attractive. I've often had an image of him as I played with my vibrator, but you knew that too.'

'Was it as special as you hoped? As special as I wanted it to be for you?'

'Oh yes. It was a night that will stay with me for a long time. I will revisit those memories again and again when you are away on your trips, and I'm all alone with just my vibrator for comfort. Paul will be giving me more orgasms yet.'

That comment made me chuckle, and I kissed Wendy lovingly on the top of her head.

'I think Paul will be providing you with a source of orgasms too.' smiled Wendy.

'I wouldn't say no to one right now actually.' 

Wendy laughed, as she began.

'You know I was very randy when I left you last night. Squeezed up behind Paul with my legs either side of his waist, thinking that he would be fucking me very soon. That little motorbike of his was buzzing away through my butt too. I started playing with his nipples through his t-shirt, rubbing my hands over his stomach. He was all taut and hard. When we reached the dark patch of road, Paul slid his hand back between us and gave my pussy a few squeezes. I'm sure he could feel how damp my panties were. I wished I'd had some sexier panties on... or none at all.' mused Wendy.

'When we reached the bike park it was quite dark and quiet. We started kissing right next to the bike. It reminded me of when we were in Greece and hired that scooter. We went into the woods and you fucked me in every position over it. Do you remember?'

I did. Vividly. We had not long been together and the sex was intense. Novel. And very dirty. 

'Paul soon had his hand down my knickers, and I was feeling his cock through his trousers. It was all very sexy. I could hear his fingers squishing away in my cunt. I was that wet. Anyway, I was trying to get his cock out, I so wanted to see it. Paul was trying to get my knickers off too. We were a real tangle. It was quite funny. I ended up telling to get his cock out while I got rid of my knickers. We were both giggling as we made our way up to his bungalow. Lots of steps and we kept stopping to kiss, and grope each other. It was good knowing each other. There was none of that awkwardness. If I ever had a fuck buddy, I would have liked one like Paul.'

'Or Robin? I thought you had the hots for Robin?' I interrupted.

'Mmm, yes I would like to roll in the hay with Robin. Can I?'

'I spoil you. Don't push your luck' I laughed.

'You'll like this bit. Paul was finding his keys to open the door. He has a nice balcony at the front. I leant over it and pulled my skirt up to my waist. Just cooling my pussy in the breeze. Next thing, Paul is behind me. Slid his cock straight in. It felt so good. He just stood behind me, fucking his cock into me, holding me by the shoulders. I was trying to be quiet, but when he started pulling me back onto him hard, really ramming me. It was such a nice cum. And it made me so randy, being fucked in the open.'

'Didn't take you long to have his cock inside you then' I laughed. 

Whilst we were talking, Wendy had been stroking and squeezing me. My cock had been growing harder and harder. 

'You know well enough that I've wondered what sort of cock Paul has. I told him I wanted to see it. In his room I pulled off his trousers and boxers, and he took off his t-shirt. I was on my knees, so his cock sprang up exactly at face level. He was so very hard.'

Wendy paused as she manoeuvred her body over mine, and guided my solid erection until it was resting between her pussy lips. I could feel the heat, and for a few seconds she caressed her clit with the dome.

Her next words were delivered in a breathy manner which I found very sexy. Her eyes closed as the image she was describing formed a picture in her minds eye.

It caused my cock to throb with the excitement, and if it were possible for it to grow longer and thicker, that is exactly what happened. Wendy had waited for that moment before sliding her tender, well fucked cunt down the full length of cock. It took maybe two seconds until her freshly shaved mound was pressed hard against my pubis. In those two seconds I suffered the pleasures of two lifetimes. Exquisite doesn't begin to describe the sensations that began in my cock, then flowed through every cell in my body.

I was holding my breath, as if this would capture the sensations; never let them go. Wendy then raised herself, my cock feeling the cool air rushing around it. As I was about to slip out, she lowered herself again, ever so slowly. It was wonderful, but not as exquisite. But who am I to complain. It gave me a chance to release my breath.

'Paul has a very nice cock. He keeps himself shaved, so it looks bigger. He told me that. But I was up close, so it looked huge. I could see my juices drying on it, so I gave it a very sloppy licking, all over. Right down to his balls. His balls are so small and tight. Not at all like yours. I could take one right into my mouth and suck it.'

'I bet he loved that.' I murmured, as Wendy continued her subtle movements around my cock.'

'I was very naughty. I was so very horny, I told him I wanted us to stare into each other's eyes, and that I was going to suck his cock until he came in my mouth. He had to keep his eyes open, and on mine, or I would stop. He had the face of a little boy. He got so excited.' Wendy giggled.

My hands, which had been toying with Wendy's tits, slid to the upper slopes of her buttocks. I began to alter the motion of her hips, raising my backside to put more pressure into the slow fucking we were enjoying. It was a subtle change of movement, altering the centre of pleasure away from me, and focusing it on Wendy. Her hips began a rolling movement, causing her pussy to slide mere millimetres along my shaft, yet still feeling as if she were completely filled. It was a dance of lovers, completely in tune with the others senses.

'Always thought I would be a bit frightened if I ever fucked Paul. He has such a reputation. Instead I was feeling all powerful. I did things to Paul that I've only done with you, maybe occasionally with others swingers.'

I couldn't wait to hear.

'I was really going to town on his cock. Deepthroating it. Running my tongue around the helmet. Making it jump, on that sensitive bit. I was playing with his balls too. I started rubbing a finger between his ass cheeks too. All the time I was staring into his eyes. I felt like a real porn star.'

'I'm positive you would have made a legendary porn star, my love.'

'I made Paul put his foot up onto the bed. I just had the urge to lick his ass. What do you call that?'

'You rimmed him? You dirty cow. You must have been feeling slutty. Maybe I should have suggested a threesome after all.'

'Oh God. I think I'd love that. You two dirty bastards. Think of the fucking stuff you would dream up for me to do. You both have such filthy minds.' She smiled, dreamily. 

Her hips added to the sentiment that she would indeed love it. They ground onto me, the rolling motion more pronounced. Wendy had gone up another gear. Would Paul get to cum in her mouth, before Wendy came over my cock? And perhaps that would make me shoot my load too. Her cunt squeezing me, soaking my cock with hot love juice. I think I just moved into another gear too.

'So you were licking his ass...?'

'His eyes were like saucers' she laughed. 'I was wanking his cock, squeezing his nuts, and on top of that I was licking his ass and sticking my tongue inside it. Poor Paul was groaning and shaking. Still trying to maintain eye contact. Poor Boy. Must have believed I would have stopped.'

'Did he have a team of wild horses handy?' I asked cheekily.

Sometimes I like my nipple pinched. Hard.

'Darling, I am building towards a very large orgasm. I think it is the last one my poor abused, and sore cunt will take for a long while. So if you want to hear the rest of this tale, then bloody shut up' Wendy laughed, that twinkle very evident in her eyes.

I knew I was safe. That brief interlude had dimmed the fires burning in both of us. Else we would have cum a few seconds before. We know each other so well.

'Paul was so close to cumming. I was surprised he lasted so long. Are you ready love? I saved this specially for you. See? Even when I was with Paul, I thought of you.'

I was curious. That twinkle in Wendy's eyes was like a diamond caught in sunlight. Her pussy walls were beginning to squeeze in a rhythm, her hips rolling majestically. Even her nipples seemed extra swollen, larger than I remembered. It all screamed orgasm approaching.




Shared Pleasures



'I sat back on my haunches, head up, mouth open, tongue out. I'd told Paul I wanted him to wank his cock hard, and cum in my mouth and over my face. I was cupping my tits in my hands too, squeezing my nipples. Oh, it was so lovely. I was so dirty.'

Wendy came, powerfully, as she sobbed, 'He came so much. So much cum. I swallowed as much as I, aarrgh. Everywhere.' Like an avalanche, her orgasm had overpowered her, swept her away. I managed to get a couple of deep thrusts into her as I gripped her hips, but in the main she was grinding and rolling, pushing me hard back into the bed.

'Dirty Bitch!' I insisted.

'Oh fuck me.' gasped Wendy 'Your dirty bitch. So fucking dirty. I fucked Paul so dirty last night. Fucking loved it. Thank you.'

Wendy finally fell forward onto my shoulder, taking breathes in deep gasps. She was trying to kiss my neck between breathes but such was her breathlessness that she couldn't quite manage it. Hot breath and wetness. It reminded me of the dog.

A minute or so passed before I whispered to Wendy.

'I hope you remembered to clean him up?'

'Just like you taught me. Took him back in my mouth and licked and sucked his prick until it was all clean. And, yes, I did manage to keep him pretty hard. It was funny. In the end, he just collapsed onto the bed. I got naked and crawled up next to him. He was looking at me like I just invented chocolate.'

I laughed. I could imagine the look.

I rolled Wendy onto her back. It had been extremely close, but I had yet to cum. I raised her feet to my shoulder, keeping both thighs together. It kept her soaking cunt that bit tighter. Believe me when I say, that after so much fucking during the last however many hours, this cunt was loose, swollen, red and couldn't have looked more welcoming, more desirable than a life vest to a drowning man.

If Wendy had cum for a final time, then I had only my own pleasure to consider. I eased her legs back, making the muscles taut. How good they looked in high heels in that position i remembered. Using my chest to keep her legs in position, I took a firm grip of her tits, my thumbs enclosing her nipples. Wendy guided me inside her. Jesus she was wet. And so very hot. I drove my prick into her, only one thing on my mind.

My eyes were closed, but I heard Wendy say, very quietly,

'I asked Paul if he ever fantasizied about eating my pussy. He said he had, lots of times. I already had three fingers deep in my cunt. I put them in his mouth. They were so messy with pussy juice. Told Paul to lick them clean, then give me the best tongueing he'd ever given any woman.'

I was pounding into Wendy now. Going as deep as I ever had. Hammering at her. It was brutal and animalistic. I was reclaiming what was mine. I had loaned her out. Now she was home.

Between breathes Wendy gasped ' Boy,that Paul can eat pussy. I came so many times...'

I started to cum then. Jet after jet exploded from me. It did it for Wendy too. She swears it is the way my helmet expands as I cum, in combination with the heat of my semen. As I bury myself deep inside her it sets of Wendy's orgasm too. The longer we have been together the more often it occurs. As if our bodies are so closely attuned.

Our mouths mashed together in a long tongue twisting kiss. Passions spent, it was a signal between us that all was right in our world.

'I thought your poor abused and sore cunt couldn't manage another orgasm for a long while?'

Sometimes I like to live life dangerously. 

This time I knew I was safe. Poor Wendy.She slept the next fourteen hours solid.

With a smile on her lips.



Shared Punishment Ch. 01



I feel the weight of the bed shift as you slowly climb out of bed, trying not to wake me up. I roll onto my side and watch you in silence as you slip on a pair of pants. I climb out of bed once you leave the room and slip on my robe. I can hear you in the kitchen as I step out of the room and I smile to myself. I slowly creep up behind you while your attention is focused on the food you're cooking. I wrap my arms around your waist, startling you a bit.

You chuckle softly and turn in my arms, wrapping your arms around me in return. You lower your head and whisper a soft "Sneaky cat" into my ear. I simply smile and softly kiss your neck. You make a soft sound of pleasure and tilt your head back, exposing more of your neck for me. I lightly kiss and lick your neck as you rub your hands up and down my back.

I run my hands across your chest as I gently bite your neck. You moan softly and grab my ass, pulling me tightly against you as I suck on your neck. I bite your neck again but this time I bite hard enough to draw a bit of blood. I suck at the bite and you moan a bit louder, squeezing my ass. I can feel your cock harden through your pants from where I'm pressed against you.

I give your neck one last lick as I very slowly kiss my way down your body, stopping briefly to tickle your belly button with my tongue. I look up at you and tug on the waistband of your jeans with my teeth, loving the smile that forms on your lips. Our eyes meet and I can see the desire in them that matches my own desire. I glide my hands up your legs and I keep my eyes locked with yours as I start to undo your jeans. You place a hand on my cheek and I softly kiss your palm as I pull your pants down, helping you to step out of them.

I slip my fingers into the opening of your boxers and slowly glide them along your cock, drawing a soft moan from between your lips with my touch. I grab the waistband of your boxers and pull them down to your knees, my gaze drifting down to your cock as it comes into view. I lick my lips and wrap my hand around your shaft. I begin to slowly stroke you, causing you to moan softly again. I lean forward and circle the tip of your head with my tongue, feeling you harden even more in my hand. You thrust your hips forward, trying to force your cock into my mouth. I pull away and smack the inside of your thigh.

"Be still."

You bite your bottom lip and look down at me.

"I'm sorry, mistress..."

I smile in approval and glide my tongue up your shaft, coating it with my saliva. I slowly lick you all over your cock as I move my hand to gently rub your sac. You grip the edge of the counter and bite your lip again as you try not to move. I look up at you and take your head into my mouth. I gently suck on your head, enjoying the moan that escapes your lips.

I take more of your cock into my mouth and continue to suck gently, making you grip the edge of the counter even harder. I massage your shaft with my tongue as I begin to slowly move my head up and down your cock. I hear you moan my name and I look up to see you watching me. I close my eyes and squeeze your sac as I start to suck a bit harder. Your moans of pleasure turn me on even more and I slip my other hand beneath my robe and lightly rub my pussy through my panties.

I moan softly around you and slowly take every inch of your cock into my mouth. You moan my name again as I keep moving my head, feeling my panties become wet as I keep rubbing my pussy. I gently glide my teeth along your shaft, feeling your cock twitch in my mouth.

"Mistress...I am going to cum..."

I suck harder as I hear you say this, wanting to taste your cum. You thrust your hips forward, no longer able to stop yourself as you cum in my mouth. I swallow your cum and moan softly at your taste. I keep sucking on your cock, not stopping until I've swallowed every last drop of your cum. I slowly pull away from you and lick your cock clean. I rise to my feet and move my hand away from my pussy, pressing my fingers to your lips so you can have a taste of what's to come.

Part Two

I let you lick my fingers clean as I glance over at the stove. I chuckle softly as I see the food you were preparing now burnt. I pull my hand away from your mouth and reach over to turn off the stove. I feel your hands trying to worm their way beneath my robe and I turn around to push you away from me. I shake my head and lean back against the counter.

"I don't think so. You've been a very bad slave. I didn't give you permission to cum and for that you must be punished."

You bow your head and bite your lip.

"Forgive me, Mistress..."

I pull the cloth belt from off my robe and shake my head again.

"You have to earn my forgiveness. Get on your knees, slave."

You bite your lip again and lower yourself onto your knees. I move behind you and grab your hands, tying them behind your back. I place my foot on the middle of your back and push you forward until your face was pressed against the floor. I keep my foot on your back and rest my elbow on my knee as I lean forward to look down at you. You look back at me from the corner of your eye and I smile as I see the excitement in your eyes.

I move away from you and let the robe slip off my shoulders and fall to the floor. I run my hands down your back to your ass. I watch your face as I lightly rub your ass. When I hear you moan softly I slap your left cheek hard and then you're right cheek just as hard. You moan with each slap dealt to you as I repeat the process ten times, smiling as your cheeks become redder with each new slap.

I lightly rub your cheeks after the tenth slap, watching you pull your hands against my belt. I kneel behind you and bite your right cheek hard as I slap your left cheek. You tilt your head back and moan out loud, enjoying the pain being given to you. I bite your left cheek as I slap your right cheek, causing you to moan again. I slowly rise back to my feet and move in front you. You look up at me as I grab the bottom of my nightgown and pull it up and off of me. I see you lick your lips as your gaze drops down to my panty covered pussy. I run my fingers up the inside of my thigh and then over my pussy.

"Is this what my slave wants?"

"Yes, Mistress..."

I grab the waistband of my panties and slowly pull them down, exposing my pussy to your lust filled eyes. I pull my panties off and toss them beside you, causing you to moan softly as you catch the scent of my arousal.

"I'm afraid you still need to be punished more. So for now you can only look."

I sit myself on the counter and spread my legs wide, exposing my pussy to you fully. You bite your lip hard as you look at me. I lean back a bit as I slowly glide my fingers along my pussy lips. I slip my finger between my lips and moan softly as I lightly rub my clit. I glide my other hand up my body and gently squeeze my breast. 

I look down at you and smile as I see your cock is once again hard. I push two fingers deep into my pussy and moan as I start to move them in and out of me. I close my eyes as I rub my clit with my thumb and gently pinch my nipple. I hear you moan softly as you keep watching me and I moan softly with you as I move my fingers faster. I arch my back slightly and moan again as I rub my clit harder.

I squeeze my breast again and opens my eyes to look at you. You gaze was fixed on the fingers in my pussy and I could tell you desperately wanted to taste. I slip a third finger into my pussy, pushing myself nearer to my orgasm. I keep moving my fingers and rubbing my clit. I pinch my nipple hard and moan as I cum.

I move my fingers one more time before pulling them out of my pussy. I keep my gaze on your face and you lick your lips as I slowly lick my fingers clean. I move off of the counter and stand in front of you. I grab a handful of your hair and pull you up to your knees. I look into your eyes and I see you silently pleading with me but not daring to say anything. I smile at you and softly touch your cheek.

"You're forgiven, slave."

I drape one of my legs over your shoulder and pull your face against my pussy.

"Lick me."

You quickly slide your tongue into my pussy, hungrily licking up the juices that were left there. I moan your name softly and run my fingers through your hair as you lick my pussy. I lean down to untie your hands and once they're free you quickly grab my ass and pull me harder against you. I tilt my head back and moan as you nibble and suck on my clit. I moan again as you suck on my clit harder and rub my ass.

I grind my pussy against your mouth and you quickly shove two fingers deep into my pussy, causing me to moan your name. You move your fingers fast and hard in me, constantly rubbing them over my g-spot. I pull your head harder against my pussy and I moan as you continue to suck on my clit. You gently bite my clit and shove your fingers into me harder, pushing me over the edge. I moan out loud as I cum and you remove your fingers as you lick up my juices. I move my leg from off your shoulder and take a step back, watching you as you suck on your fingers. I lean down and gently take your cock into my hand. You moan softly yet I make no move to give you release.

"This is another part of your punishment. I want you to finish making breakfast and don't even think about making yourself cum."

I leave my clothes where they are and make my way to the dining room, leaving you alone for the time being.

Part Three:

I sit down in a chair and prop my feet up on the table as I wait for you. Though I was soon to find out you were planning your revenge on me as you cooked. I idly rub my breast and soon lose track of the time as I think back to your punishment only minutes before. I was snapped out of my thoughts as you placed the plate of food in front of me. You were smiling down at me, having been watching me for awhile.

"Enjoying yourself, Mistress?"

"Mm...Such a bad slave for spying on me."

I lightly slap your ass before pushing you to your own plate of food. I noticed your cock was still hard as you sat down at the table across from me. I knew something wasn't right with the way you were smiling but I chose to ignore it for the time being. I move my foot up between your legs as we start eating and lightly rub your sac with my toes to tease you even more. You clench the fork in your hand tightly and make an almost growling sound as I keep teasing you. I slowly lower my foot as you look at me with an almost wild desire in your eyes.

"It's time for you to be punished, Mistress..."

You swipe your arm across the table, knocking everything off of it. I look at you surprised as you reach across the table and grab my arms, pulling me onto the table. You move around the table to stand behind me and keep me bent over the table. You pin my hands behind my back with one of your hands. I was unsure of what you had planned until I felt the first hard slap on my ass from your free hand.

I moan out loud as you slap one cheek then the other, going back and forth numerous times. After the tenth slap you stop and gently rub my now red cheeks. I relax a little, thinking you were done but you prove me wrong by slapping my ass even harder. I arch my back against the table and cry out with each new slap you give to me. You finally stop after ten more slaps and kneel down behind me, still holding my wrists together.

I make a soft sound of pleasure as you softly kiss my left cheek and then the right. You bite both cheeks and I moan at the mixture of pain and pleasure. You stand back up and press your knee between my legs, pushing them further apart. You run your free hand up the inside of my thigh and lightly rub my pussy. I moan softly and move against your fingers, wanting more. You tighten your grip on my wrists and smack my pussy lips, making me cry out.

"Don't move."

I close my eyes tightly and bite my bottom lip, staying as still as possible. You rub my pussy again, trying to ease the pain from the smack. I moan softly as you slip your middle finger between my lips and gently rub my clit. You move your hand lower and slowly press two fingers into my pussy. I bite my bottom lip harder, trying not to move as you tease me by pulling your fingers out and only pressing your fingertips back in.

I moan your name in a silent plea and you smile as you shove your fingers into me deeply. You move your fingers fast and hard, constantly rubbing them over my g-spot to bring me closer to my orgasm. I moan as you continue to finger my pussy, pushing them into me to your knuckles. My body tenses as I am about to cum and you quickly remove your fingers before I have the chance to. I groan in disappointment as you refuse to let me have the release I desperately need. I look over my shoulder at you to see you licking your fingers.

"Please..."

You look back at me and smile knowingly.

"Please, what?"

"Make me cum..."

You release my hands and grab my hips, grinning down at me.

"As you wish."

You press the head of your cock against my pussy and thrust your hips forward, slamming your cock into me. I cry out and arch my back against the table as the force of your thrust makes me cum. You tighten your grip on my hips and keep thrusting into me hard, sending me into another orgasm. You glide one of your hands up my back and grab a handful of my hair, pulling it hard as you continue to slam into me. I moan with each thrust you take, feeling my thighs beginning to bruise as they were pressed harder and harder against the edge of the table.

You lean down and bite my shoulder, never once easing up on your thrusts. You grab my breasts and squeeze them roughly as you thrust as hard as you can into me. I moan your name as you pinch and pull on my nipples. You rub my breasts and suck on the back of my neck, starting to moan with me. I feel another orgasm approaching as you start to thrust into me faster. You slam into me one last time and remain still, moaning my name as you cum. I arch my back against your hands and moan out loud as I cum with you. You slowly rub your hips against mine, not wanting to pull out yet. You rest your body on mine and gently bite my ear.

"Did I please you, Mistress?"

I smile softly and look back at you through half closed eyes.

"Your Mistress is very pleased."