0 comments/ 10519 views/ 0 favorites Appetizer By: hellimnoangel I've been thinking about meeting him ever since I first heard his voice. My god, that voice was made for loving, and his pic, what more could a girl ask for. The plane trip to Mechanicsville didn't take that long, just wish I had longer in town. He said he'd meet me in the airport lounge. I wore the jeans he likes, I hope he likes everything else. Kinda scary coming this far, hope I don't need to turn right around. Maybe he won't be here, maybe the chemistry won't click. Damn, there I go second guessing things. I step off the plane, the lounge is down to the right. I think I'll stop in the restroom to freshen up first. Don't know where I'm going after meeting Joe or if he's even here. Damn, I look kinda tired, maybe he won't notice or won't care. I leave the restroom, heading down the concourse to the lounge. Oh my god, he's sitting right by the door. My legs are shaking with anticipation, I open the door, my eyes going right to him. His eyes start twinkling "Hi Jackie, glad you could make it." "No baby, I'm glad I came" I say laughing and sit down. "Care for a drink or something to eat" he says with that sexy voice he has. "I ate on the plane baby, but I was looking for an appetizer, maybe you could suggest something" I smile as I say this. He looks at me with those beautiful brown eyes and says "why don't we get out of here, I have some in my room". Oh hell, yes I'm thinking, I'm ready Joe. We head down the corridor till I see a sign "Airport Hotel Bus". Hell that is very convenient. Why waste time driving. I'm loving this already. We get into the bus, take a seat towards the back. My hands reach over into his crotch where I gently squeeze and rub. He's looking at me and grinning. He reaches out and slips his left hand into my jeans. "Oh baby, you are wet" he says. He strokes me while I rub him through his jeans. "Are we there yet baby?" I ask. "Oh yes, yes we are" he moans. The bus stops in front of the hotel, we step out. "You go in front of me baby, I kinda have a problem" he says. I look down and his cock is so hard in his jeans, I think he's going to explode. I am happy to oblige. We head to the elevators. We step in, no one else is there. God, I want him, I reach over and unzip his jeans. His cock is pressing against his underwear. I rub it up and down. The elevator doors open, I pull his shirt out of his jeans to cover his erection. He's breathing heavy and I am doing the same. We fairly run down the hall, he gets his room pass out and opens the door. Inside, he can barely put the chain on the door, I see him trembling. "Baby, it's gonna be alright" I whisper in his ear. I take his hands and walk him over to the side of the bed. I unbutton his shirt, taking it completely off his body. I run my hands up and down his chest, rolling his nipples in my palms. I bend to remove his shoes and socks, my mouth sliding over his hard gorgeous erection. When I'm finished I unzip his jeans, and pull them down also taking his underwear. His cock leaps out at me with a life of it's own. I stroke his penis lovingly with my hands, then bend to lick the head. Slowly, I lick the shaft. He's moaning and grasping my hair. "Baby you have too many clothes on" he moans. I tell him "Lay on the bed baby". He does as I ask. I kick off my shoes, then unzip my shirt. I'm not wearing a bra and I can see his eyes widen. I slowly unzip my jeans, wiggling them over my hips. I leave my panties on and join him on the bed. "Your turn baby" I say. He reaches up to me, slides his right hand into my panties, 1-2 fingers sliding into my cunt. I moan with anticipation. He takes the panties off with his other hand. "Baby, I need to suck your cunt" he says with that voice I dream of. "I want to suck your cock baby, lets do 69, then go from there" I smile as I say that. I turn around and put my pussy in his mouth. He's licking and sucking before I can even start on him. I take his cock into my mouth, gently pressing it between my lips. I slowly start sucking, taking it farther into my mouth. Licking the length of him, slowly taking his balls into my hands. I lick the entire shaft, then take one ball in my mouth savoring the texture, I release it only to take the other one in. He continues to lick and suck me. "Oh baby, oh baby I"m cumin....please.............Oh no..........................." I scream as my juices pump into his mouth. I drive my mouth deeper and deeper onto him, I can feel him getting harder, throbbing in my mouth. "Oh GOD, oh suck it Jackie, suck it" he moans. He pumps harder and harder. I feel him cumming. He strains his body upwards, I start swallowing his cum. "Baby, baby" save some he begs. I know what he likes, I hold some in my mouth as his body slowly settles back on the bed. I turn around and kiss him on the mouth, his cum mingling with mine, our tongues meeting. I rub my body up and down on his, ready for more. "Thank you baby" he says. Not a problem I'm thinking, I know it will be a great night. We lay quietly, I can hear his heart beat settling down. "I am so glad you came baby" he drawls. There's a knock at the door. "Did you order something baby" I say. "Yes baby I did" he says this as he goes to the door naked. He undoes the chain, and as he does he says "I ordered the Main Course". In steps a gorgeous hunk with a brunette following. "Mechanicsville welcomes you Jackie." Appetizer It had been a routine day at work; I was coming home in a pretty good mood, feeling I had accomplished a lot and that it had been a pleasant day. Even the ride home had been easy going and enjoyable, something that seems harder and harder to come by with people's impatience on the road and the road rage phenomena; but even that had gone nicely. Funny how some people have terrible days and then come home and either ruin everyone else's day too or do just the opposite and make coming home their haven. However, I find the days that go the nicest at work also can turn into the most pleasant evenings also, and this day wound up like that too, as you'll read. I came into the house and called out "Honey, I'm home." "I'm in the kitchen fixing dinner, how was your day?" She replied. "Quite nice" I told her. As I looked down the hallway to the kitchen it was even better. She was standing fixing dinner at the stove. Dinner smelled wonderful and she is always a pleasant sight to me. She was just stirring in the last of the ingredients into the sauce. I came up behind her and hugged her from behind. Her hair and perfume smelled nice, not a strong perfume but just enough to highlight the senses. I kissed her behind the ear, while hugging her tightly. She liked this and reacted as she usually does, with a auiet murmered "Hmm" while leaning back against me. "That smells wonderful," I said, to which she replied laughingly, "Me or the sauce?" "The sauce, you always smell enticing!" I said, still holding her close. She pushed herself against me a little harder. My body reacted as always, when she did that, which she noticed and looked over her shoulder and smiled as she pushed herself against me a little harder yet, while looking me in the eye. She said, "This needs to simmer for a while, perhaps we could, too?" "Yes, I think that sounds like a very good idea" I said. So she turned the heat down on the sauce and we went into our garden room. Our garden room is decorated with flowers, soft lighting and plants, privacy shades and with a hot tub in the center. It's a place we can relax with total privacy. We also have a daybed in it to relax, read or whatever our hearts desire. She was still fresh from her earlier shower, but she got undressed too and we climbed into the hot tub. It felt good to get in there and relax, even good days at work tend to key you up. So both of us got in and sat facing each other. She leaned forward and I kissed her, she really knows how to kiss. Long and passionate, until her breath gets shorter and you know you both wanted more. "Lie back and relax" she told me, which I did and it felt great, greater yet when she put her hand on my cock and started to squeeze it gently. She slid down into the tub more. I run my hands over her. It always amazes me how smooth and slippery a woman is when she is in the bath. They feel like silk! She gripped me slightly harder and began to stroke me. She knows that if I come, when it comes time to please her, the sensations should be subdued enough that I can last much longer and always long enough to make her come, in fact many of the times we have reached orgasm together we've done it this way, and the second ones are always extremely powerful. She was stroking me faster and faster, she then slid over on top of my cock, without putting it inside her, but instead slidding back and forth on it. She looked down and watched it as each time she slid over it, it disappeared and then as she slid back it reappeared. "That feels so good" I gasped. "For me too, and I love watching it" she said as she continued moving. Within a very short time I was so into it that I could feel the pressure building rapidly. "I'm going to cum" I barely managed to say as within seconds cum was shooting onto my stomach! "Mmm, just as I planned" she said, with a huge smile. She always loved seeing it spurt knowing she made it do that! "I love the sight of you cumming" she said "and the way your cock rubs against me that way." We then rinsed off, climbed out and began to dry off. I love to dry her off, to feel the weight of her breasts in my hands when I dry them with the towel and how hard her nipples will get just after a shower. Drying each other off always rekindles the feelings and I was beginning to grow harder when we both were almost dry. We moved over to the day bed. She sat on the edge of the bed and I knelt before her so that we would be eye to eye. We leaned to each other and began more deep passionate kissing. We opened our mouths to each other tasting each other. I reached up and began to gently squeeze her breasts, without really touching the nipples too much. Then as our kissing became more passionate I took her nipples in my hand, squeezed them and rolled their hard tips between my thumb and index finger. "That is so nice" she sighed. I then moved my mouth down to her breasts kissing all around her nipple before taking it into my mouth. Taking it into my mouth I began gently sucking on it and gradually increasing the pressure. She was breathing very heavy and getting more and more excited, I moved one hand down between her legs and slid it up to her pussy. She was already quite wet and really warm. I love the feel of her like this. I then moved my head between her legs, she opened them to me so that I had a beautiful sight of her pussy, moist, with swollen lips and her clit beginning to expand and make the part where her lips join press out further. I ran a finger into her and she squirmed with pleasure. I moved it in and out, using my other hand to put my fingers on either lip so that I could squeeze her lips around my other fingers which were buried in her. This always makes her more and more excited. I then moved down with my mouth, taking her lips into my mouth, sucking gently pulling her clit into my mouth and separating the folds with my tongue till it bounced off of her clit, which made her lift off the bed and a deep "Ohh" escaped her lips! After just a little of this she came with a long strong climax. There is nothing sexier than seeing your woman in the ecstasy of a climax, her stomach clenching and her hands pulling you into her and her moaning as she comes. Needless to say my cock was hard now and ready for more. So after she settled back down a little she laid back on the bed and I moved on top of her. I put my cock at the top of her slit and gently slid it back and forth, masturbating her clit with my hard cock which felt large and hard in my hand. Then I slowly pushed into her. She felt so good, her pussy was so wet it slid in easily but with enough friction so I could feel her squeeze my cock. I leaned up on my arms so I could look at her body as we fucked. Her breasts were high and her nipples erect and her pussy was arched up with my cock sliding in and out. It was a very sexy view! I then leaned down so I could rub her nipple against mine. I love the feeling of her breasts and hard nipples against my chest. She moved her hand down between us and let my cock slip through her hand as it went in and out of her, then moved her hand to touch my balls. My cock wanted so bad to come, but I held off, I knew she was enjoying this as much as me. She then moved her hand to her lips and clit and began to stoke them to the tempo of our fucking. Her breathing started to get more and more rapid and she began to arch her back and push herself up to me and deeper onto my cock. Just when she was about to come I could hold back no longer and I felt a flood of cum rush out my cock into her as she climaxed and I could feel her pussy gripping my shooting cock. After that we just lay there together for a while to catch our breath and because it just felt so good joined like this. She finally said "Well I guess now that we've had dessert it's time for dinner, before it burns!." So we threw on some loose clothing went down poured ourselves some red wine and had a nice dinner, a beautiful end to a good day. Appetizer As the late afternoon air flowed through her car, Joanna and I were on our way to get something to eat. I was wearing some black khaki pants and a simple black long-sleeved shirt and she wore this little blue dress that clung to her gently. "So where do you wanna go to eat, sweetie?" Joanna asked me, her eyes not leaving the road. "Anywhere's okay with me, baby." I shrugged. "Well I know this nice Italian place nearby. Wanna go there?" "Sure." I said, my hand landing on hers and interlocking our fingers. "I haven't had Italian in a long time." I looked at Joanna's lovely body, covered her dress. Lots of curves and planes and sweet spots to kiss. I started feeling that familiar stiffening whenever I saw her like this. I looked at her legs move and flex as they moved to push at the pedals. I wanted to caress them from ankle to thigh... and maybe even higher. I pulled my hand away from hers and put it on her leg gently. "What are you doing, Andre?" Joanna asked glancing at my hand on her leg, as it slowly traveled up to her inner thigh then back down to her knee. "Nothing..." I said innocently as my fingertips traced circles on her inner thigh. "Just admiring my girl." "Well stop it." She giggled. "It's distracting." "Is it a good kind of distracting or a bad kind?" "Good 'cause it turns me on bad, and 'cause you could make us crash." "Ok then I'll stop." I pulled my hand away and put it back on my lap. "Thank you." Joanna leaned over and kissed my lips gently while we were at a red light. "You know I'm always up for your little adventures. Just not when I'm driving." "Well then pull over." I suggest. "Here into this parking lot." I pointed to a spot in the shadows. She pulled into the parking lot and turned off the car. "But what about the restaurant?" I slid my hand quickly up her dress and stroked her pussy over her panties, causing her to jump a bit and sigh. I could feel the heat from her pussy over her panties and smiled. "I'm not hungry right now..." I whispered in her ear, slipping my fingers past her panties and running them gently between her wet pussy lips. "So I figure I'd do something to work up a hunger..." I kissed Joanna deeply, my tongue sliding into her mouth. I felt her tongue swirl around mine and she wrapped her arms around my neck and held me tight. I quickly undid her seat belt then mine as she slipped her dress up and pulled down her thong panties and threw them in the back. She crawled across her seat to mine and straddled me. I could feel the heat from her pussy on my crotch. I hoped her juices didn't leave a spot on my pants. I kissed her lips repeatedly with soft kisses and spoke as I did. "I love you, Jo." My kisses trailed down her neck and along her shoulders. "I love you too, Andre." She said in between moans. I slipped the straps of her dress off her shoulders and pushed it down over her full breasts and left it around her stomach. I looked up into her eyes. I saw a glint of lust. "You know you're so beautiful to me..." I whispered as I kissed along her collarbone and down between her breasts. "That feels so good..." She whispered, running. I kissed soft circles around her left breast, my cheek or chin occasionally brushing across her nipple, which got harder each time I came in contact with it. After licking slow circles on her tit coming in towards her nipple, I took it in my mouth and sucked gently. "Oh God..." Jo moaned softly as I sucked her left nipple and gently coaxed her right one into hardness by gently squeezing it between my thumb and forefinger. "Andre, I need you now." She whispered, going for the button on my pants. "Come on baby." I goaded her on. With little struggle, she opened my pants enough to let my wood spring free. My dick was so hard that it hurt but Joanna's pussy would heal me soon. She quickly slid up my body and down on me. We both gasped at the speed of the penetration and kissed each other deep and hard. "God, this is so good." She moaned, sliding up and down on my stiff dick, her hard nipples rubbing up against my shirt. I put my seat back so that I could watch my stiff dick slide in and out of her tight, hot pussy. I put my hands on her ass and pumped her harder, both of our breathing becoming hard and ragged. I thrust up into her to get deeper, causing her to moan loudly. I was hoping no one could hear us or see the car rocking. I reached down and put my thumb on her clit and rubbed gently, and her whole body shook wildly and I felt her pussy clench around me as our yells melded together. I came inside her deep and hard, my back arching. I held her against my hips as her spasming pussy massaged my still stiff cock. When her orgasm subsided, she laid her body on mine as we clamed down. "I love you, Andre." Joanna said her head on my chest. "I love you to, Jo." I ran my hands slowly up and down her back. Then I started to chuckle. "What?" She asked looking up at me. "I'm hungry now." We both broke out in loud laughter. "Well then let's get something to eat then, hmm?" She said, climbing off me and sitting in the driver's seat. "Sounds good." I leaned up and put the seat back and we drove off to the restaurant. Appetizer It was reasonably early that evening as she walked down the hallway to the bedroom. It had been a long day, but she was looking forward to a relaxing evening in front of the television watching her favorite shows. She was a lovely woman, short, with wonderful legs on a body to match. Today, she hadn't changed out of her work clothes, so she still wore her blue long sleeve silk blouse with three buttons open, allowing her small, but well-sculpted cleavage to show above the black shelf bra. The cool air of the air conditioner had stimulated her nipples, and they stood proudly against the silk. Further down, she wore a knee-length black linen pencil skirt with a slit over the left thigh that allowed just a hint of a black stocking top to peek out as she walked. On her feet were a pair of conservative and sexy four-inch black patent pumps that sculpted her already gorgeous legs. As she entered the bedroom, she noted that her husband had set out some clothes and a note for her. "Ah, he wants to play tonight!" she thought to herself as she picked up the note. "Darling, I've set out what I'd like you to wear this evening. I'll be home a bit late, but I'll call when I'm leaving the office so you can be sure to be ready by the time I get home." She examined what he had set out for her. Some of it she hadn't seen before, but it looked and felt really good. First, there were the essentials. They weren't there! No thong, no bra, not even a garter belt, and he loved garter belts. He always said they framed her shaved and beautiful pussy like the work of art it was. There were nude stay-up stockings, with wide lacy tops, so he hadn't forgotten; he really intended she have no underwear. He had chosen her "kinky" jewelry set: a silver, custom made slave collar with a ring on the front, a pair of matching silver slave bracelets, and simple pair of dangly diamond earrings. The dress was one she'd never seen, and probably wouldn't wear just anywhere. It was a red halter dress, cut amazingly low in the front – so low it probably couldn't hide a bra, but it had a bra built in, complete with a little padding and underwires. And the back was, well, almost obscene. It dove with no modesty at all to the level of her waist, and then a few inches more! All of her back was exposed, including the top inch or two of her buttocks. Now she understood why there was no underwear. Anything would show under this dress. The skirt fell to just below her knees, but had four overlapping panels that would open when she walked, leaving nothing to the imagination if she wasn't very careful. Then there was a pair of new red shoes that matched the dress perfectly. Five inch sandals that laced around the ankle, making them look bound together. "Well, no long walks, that's for sure." Taking it all in, she assessed the new outfit and was unable to determine exactly what he had in mind, except that he was clearly feeling a bit kinky. She decided that, since he hadn't called, at it took almost an hour for him to get home, she'd treat herself to a long warm bath in the tub. A few candles, some soft music, maybe a glass of wine to get into the mood of the evening. She was startled awake by what she though was the door opening. "Honey?" No answer. She shook herself awake, realizing that she must have fallen asleep in the tub. It was probably the effect of the warm water and the wine. But she felt great. She raised herself from the tub, grabbed the new razor and soap, and proceeded to shave her legs and pussy. If he wanted to play, she wanted to be perfect for him. When she was done, she pulled the plug and toweled off. Examining herself in the full length mirror, she marveled at the fact that her husband considered her to be extremely sexy. All she saw was "too short, too small in the chest, and mousy brown hair." She heaved a deep sigh, then realized that she was a little cool with no clothes on, and she still had to do her hair and makeup. Hair was first. She pulled the ribbon that had kept it from the water and began brushing it out. "Up or down?" she wondered to herself as she realized, "If he's thinking kinky, I'll bet down is the right answer." So she brushed out her shoulder-length hair, teasing it to give it a little more body. Cocking her head to one side, she thought, "Well, it's actually not all that bad when it's fixed, is it?" Makeup next. Dark eye shadow, dark liner, plenty of mascara, but not so much as to look like a hooker. Lipstick? A red to match the dress, of course. Perfume. Behind the ears, the knees, the wrists, definitely the cleavage, and the insides of her thighs. "I'll refresh when I hear the car in the driveway." Then she dressed. More candles and soft music. First, the stockings. Nope, no runners. She smoothed them over first one leg, then the other, carefully stretching the lycra and lace bands over her upper thighs. Then the earrings, the collar and cuffs. "I wonder what he has in mind?" she mused as she reached for the left shoe first, but with some small reluctance. After all, new shoes tended to be a bit stiff and might need to be worked in some. To her surprise, however, the shoes were of exceedingly find workmanship and the leather, though firm, was soft and pliable. The left shoe fit like a glove and the laces were even the right length to wrap around her ankle several times. Then the right shoe. And a problem: There was something wedged under the toe straps. She pulled out a small wad of paper with a ribbon around it. Unwrapping it, she found a silver ring inside, with a note attached: "You'll remember this ring from the movie. Place it on your left index finger." Yes, she remembered. They had seen The Story of O some time ago when he "forced" her to watch the DVD. At that time, she was still pretty naive, and was shocked by the violence of the movie, but intrigued by O herself and her seeming enjoyment of being a slave. Since then, she'd even consented, sometimes reluctantly, to adding more and more "kinkiness" to their sex life, now even enjoying being tied. Actually, although she would blush to admit it in public, she now even asked to be tied sometimes, often when he wanted her to suck his cock, as she knew how much it turned him on. She placed the ring on her finger, admiring it, and feeling her pussy become damp at the thought of an evening as her husbands "slave." She checked the right shoe again, just in case, and put it on and laced it around her ankle. Then she stood and took a few tentative steps around the room, discovering the shoes were actually quite comfortable. Pleased with herself, she returned to the dress and slipped it over her head, feeling the soft fabric caress first her shoulders, then her breasts, and finally, her soft but firm ass. It was a caress that reminded her of her husband's hands moving over her body. She adjusted her breasts within the built-in in bra, and then smoothed the rest of the dress over her body. Standing in front of the mirror, she examined herself. "Truly slutty," as she smiled a wickedly sinful smile, knowing the effect it would have on him when he saw her. She was his: wife, whore, slut, and slave, to do with as he wished. She knew this was going to be good evening. With that thought, she realized her wine glass was empty, so she returned to the living room, where the bar was, to refill her glass. As she did, she thought she heard a noise in the kitchen, and called out, "Hello?" No response, so, being sure she had heard something this time, she walked into the kitchen. As she did, her world went black. She awoke, who knows how much later, feeling odd, but otherwise fine. She was in her own bed and her hair was being stroked. Her husband must have come home and found her? No, that couldn't be right. She realized she couldn't see anything, as her eyes were completely covered with some soft fabric. When she tried to reach up and remove it, she found her hands fastened to the head of the bed, and her ankles to the foot. She was still clothed, apparently, but it felt like the dress had opened, exposing her to whoever did this to her. She listened carefully but heard nothing. There was just the gentle stroking of her hair. She spoke, or rather, tried to speak. Her mouth was filled, and all that came out was "Mmpmphph!" Her mind swirled with the possibilities of what could be happening. Her husband was at work, and he wouldn't do something like this without planning it with her. She heard a noise when she was in the bath, but thought it nothing. Maybe shouldn't have. This must be an intruder. Maybe he would just loot the house and leave her alone. But, here he was, stroking her hair. Just then she felt him move to her knees and raise them slightly. He reached under them, and then she felt a rope tighten around them. He reached under a few more times, passed the rope around several times, then tied it off and patted her knees, as if to say "Good job!" So here she was, tied hand, foot and knees, gagged and blindfolded, with no understanding of what was happening. That was soon to change. His hands left her body, and, apparently he stood up. She heard what she interpreted as fumbling with clothes, then a shoe drop, then another. Next were the sounds of a belt buckle and a zipper. Through the fog in her mind, she realized, "He's going to rape me!" And then, she realized that her pussy was becoming more and more wet at the prospect. "This is wrong." Her assailant sat back down on the bed and caressed her breasts, moving them out from behind the dress, squeezing them, rolling her now hardening nipples in his fingers, causing her to moan slightly through the gag. He was definitely getting to her, rapist or not. He bent down to suckle on her left breast, sending shudders of pleasure through her body, and shame through her psyche. As he did so, his left hand stroked her flat belly through the dress, heightening the effect of his sucking. His hand traced lower and lower, brushing over her pussy as it descended to her thighs, where it pulled the panels of the dress back even further to expose her completely to the air – and to his eyes and hands. "Mmmm," was the first sound she heard from him that evening. It was the first sound he'd made, and it just slipped out as he surveyed her body so exposed. His left hand began to caress her inner thighs to the point where her bindings forced them together. When his fingers reached the bottom of that valley, they began a lazy journey upward, edging toward her labia, now swollen and moist. When he first touched them, she stiffened, but her body commanded her to relax, which she did. His fingers ran up and down the cleft of her pussy, spreading her moisture and slowly descending between them. Soon, he was moving the full length of her pussy, from clit to cunt, slowly at first, and then increasing the pace. She began to move her head from side to side as the ripples of shameful pleasure assaulted her. Then, once again, he stood. She heard him walk around to the other side of the bed and climb onto it there. Part of her wished for him to leave, the other to continue. He wished to continue. The next sensation was his tongue on her pussy, working its way to her clit while he began to work a finger into her cunt. She stiffened, shuddered, then relaxed with a whimper as he did so. Then she felt a cool liquid being rubbed into her pussy. Lubricant? His fingers renewed their work. The first orgasm came as a shock to her as he placed a finger into her cunt and bent it several times, causing her to completely lose control. Her pussy throbbed it was so swollen, so excited. Then he stopped again. He reached under her and lifted her thighs a couple of inches. She felt what must have been the same cool liquid as he rubbed it on her tighter hole. So he was going to take her there? No, maybe not. She felt something stiff being placed against her rear hole. He turned it on and she realized it was a vibrator. He pushed it against her little asshole, but stopped short of pushing it in. Once he had it in place, he lowered her back down. The vibrations were intensified by her weight on the vibrator, and she wished he had pushed it further into her. As she squirmed to try to move it to where she wanted it, his hand returned to her pussy, rubbing in more of the lubricant. The combination of his hand and the vibrator in her ass evoked a greater sense of shame as she came once again, this time harder than the last. As her body shook, she heard her attacker turn on another vibrator. This one, he inserted into her cunt, as she thought, "Maybe he won't actually rape me? Maybe he'll be satisfied with tying me and using the vibrators on me?" Then, the phone rang and she froze. The machine picked up the call. The voice was familiar. "I'm leaving now, and I'll be there in a little under an hour. Be sure to be ready. We're going out to a private club for dinner, where your dress will be most appropriate. Love you." With that, reality returned and she became truly terrified, knowing her tormentor was definitely not her husband. Her struggles to free herself began again, but to no avail, and as she struggled, she only caused the vibrators to work harder to make her want not to struggle. Her body rebelled and she came again as she began sobbing uncontrollably. Just then, he turned her head to the side, removed the gag from her mouth and placed his finger to her lips, indicating to her not to make any sounds. The next thing she felt was the end of his cock against her lips. She clenched her mouth tightly, but he made it clear she was going to suck him off by holding her nose shut. To breathe, she had to open her mouth. When she did, she inhaled his cock. She thought about biting him, but again, her body betrayed her and she began to suck and lick hungrily. She was now being assaulted/pleasured in three different holes. As he fucked her mouth, she ran her tongue around his cock and encouraged him to plunge deeper even as it gagged her. As his cock swelled, she could feel her own orgasm approaching. She came as she swallowed his come. She continued to suck and lick as she continued to come, but he pulled out. As she came down from the heights of her orgasm, he removed the vibrators, much to her disappointment. All of a sudden, she felt herself being turned over onto her stomach. Once there, his hands separated the back panels of her dress and began to caress the ass, and move slowly into the crack of her ass. He kissed her, and licked her. She started to cry out, but decided better of it, not wanting the gag back. But she couldn't help moaning as his tongue slid down the crack to her asshole and was removed. More lubricant, followed by a finger against her asshole. She tried to be quite, but "NO!" escaped from her lips, and she was rewarded with a return of the gag. He climbed on top of her, his cock still strong. He placed it in ass cleft and began moving. Then he changed angles and placed the head of his cock against her tight, but well lubed, ring. She tensed. She'd only let her husband do that a couple of times, and that was when she was ready. She wasn't ready, and this certainly wasn't her husband. He pushed, and was in a little. She moaned. He waited, then pulled out a little and pushed in again. She moaned again. She tensed and he moaned. He waited a little more, then pushed again, this time sliding all the way in, causing her to moan even more. As she relaxed, he began to pump in and out, with increasing speed and vigor. She felt as if he would push her into the bed, but it was beginning, much to her embarassment, to feel really good. As her body continued to react to him, she felt him once again stiffen within her, just as she felt the spasms of his coming in her ass. She collapsed from mental and physical exhaustion as he continued to spill into her. She became as limp as a rag doll, felling incredibly well-fucked, but mortified to feel that way. A few minutes later, she was aware of him standing beside the bed, apparently getting dressed. When he finished, he began untying her, and freeing her of the gag, although leaving the blindfold in place. He turned her over on her back and held the blindfold to her face as she reached for it, indicating to her not to remove the it until he had gone. Then he kissed her cheek and left. A few minutes later, she removed the blindfold and went into the bathroom to clean up and redo her makeup. She looked as the clock. "He should be home soon. Time for more perfume. I hope I'm presentable." She put the vibrators and lube away, and put the towel into the dirty clothes. Then she straightened up the bed. "What an evening so far." She heard the car door shut and went to the door to greet her husband. When he came in he took one look at her and observed, "You look amazingly fuckable. Come here!" The kiss was deep, lingering and satisfying. Then he noted the unusual sparkle in her eye and asked what she had been doing. "Darling," she said, "I've had the most amazing fantasy. Let me tell you about it and maybe we can act it out one evening." But that's another story, as is their dinner at the new club. Appetizer and Dessert!! As a preamble you may want to read our previous submission "Shared Vacation" when my husband shared me with my new found friend Kevin Be aware there are vivid descriptions about wife sharing. If this is not your bag or you are offended by this subject, stop reading and don't bother with "moralistic letters to the author." And many thanks to JETDRIVER for his editing Here we were, a year latter, our plane on the tarmac waiting to take off for another trip to Cancun. We had found our previous stay so pleasant that we had caved in to the time share pressure and purchased a slot for the same week of the year. I rested my head on the seat and began to reminisce. Twelve months gone by and Paul and I would still talk about the experience and used it as a prop while lovemaking. I at times when alone would touch myself and think of Kevin and what had to be one of the most intense sexual experiences of my life. I squirmed against my seat and thought about how much I yearned to feel him inside me again and make me feel as full, figuratively and literally as he had that unforgettable week. "Are you OK?" Paul asked. "Yes, I am fine - just happy about spending some time together." I answered as he took my hand in his and squeezed as the plane accelerated. Every minute of flight seemed to draw us away from reality; we were soon laughing, giggling and holding hands like childhood sweethearts. We stumbled through arrival, customs and the search for a taxi, finally arriving at the resort early in the evening. While we waited for our room we toured the grounds and were greeted by a few couples that we had met during our previous stay. Too tired to party, we had a light dinner and decided to call it a night. We checked out our room – a very nice second floor, ocean view! We found a bottle of bubbly waiting, had a few sips, showered, snuggled and hugged, but by mutual consent abstained from sex. What followed was a totally rewarding night sleep and we awoke rested and with our libido batteries fully charged. Next morning after breakfast I headed towards the pool to reserve some lounge chairs and towels. Wow! Who was sitting by poolside but Kevin! He looked surprised, then smiled, stood up, sauntered up to me and gave me a peck on the cheek. "I am so happy to see you again." he told me, "I haven't stopped thinking about last time we met." I felt my belly lurch. As we began to chat, we moved our lounge chairs together and became oblivious to our surroundings. It was as if a year had not gone by and it was a continuation of our last visit. After a while we hugged and kissed a little bit, then started to make out. He felt so good and I was aroused by what I knew the necking would inevitably lead to. "I see you are back this year." I heard behind me, and I turned to see his wife who didn't look particularly happy. "And that you didn't waste much time!" It must have been her tone of voice. Things cooled off immediately, the conversation became sedate and inconsequential and soon thereafter he sauntered away to join his wife and another group. Inevitably, I would see Kevin around; he would continue to give interested looks but kept his distance. We were lucky to meet several very nice couples. We found that one, George and Sherry, shared similar interests and we seemed to hit it off immediately. She was also petite, with strawberry red hair and a ton of freckles, small, very nice breasts and a very nice smile. I found her to be extroverted, easy to talk to and appeared to be interested in both of us. George was darker, tanned, tall, well built, turned out to be an attorney from a neighboring state, and he soon was overtly flirting with me. We had agreed to meet them in the hot tub after sun set, and later have them join us for an early dinner. Dusk was arriving and I was laying back in the Jacuzzi, naked, relaxing and enjoying a glass of wine with Paul on my side, when they entered the tub, and knelt side by side at our feet. As I enjoyed the jets, we started talking and trading more information about ourselves. The warmth, the bubbles, the jets and the conversation soon got me going. In the interim each had taken one of my feet in their hands and began to massage me. The effect was heavenly, it felt so good I just closed my eyes and enjoyed, but soon realized that they were drawing my feet, knees and finally my thighs apart, exposing me completely to their advancing caresses. I opened my eyes to see Paul besides me with a smile on his face, and on the other side of the tub I spied Kevin, staring intently at me and following our activities not more than four or five feet away. Paul rubbed my shoulders; they rubbed my thighs and my belly. Not knowing who was doing what made it feel al the more exciting. I felt George lower himself in the water and move his chest between my thighs while Sherry started to splash water on my breasts and nipples which where getting harder and more sensitive by the minute. All three hugged me and touched me all over. I thought I was going to die but Paul and I had decided that there would be no serious play in the tub. We had talked about having dinner and then if we all agreed we would head off to one of our rooms. As I stood up, all flustered getting ready to leave, I looked toward the edge of the pool to see Kevin gently holding what looked like a very impressive hard on. His look was of suffering, almost of pain. I gave him a weak grin and a shrug as I got out, dried and left to prepare for dinner. We are not big on theme nights, so Paul asked me to dress simply but sexy. He as usual was ready much before I was, so he sat on the bed and watched me get ready. I settled on a short black silk dress that showed off my breasts through the sheer material, put on a pair of black thongs and a pair of four inch pumps. "You look hot; I think George and Sherry are going to get a treat tonight." "It's getting late." I answered, "Why don't you head down and wait for me in the restaurant so we don't keep them waiting alone!" Paul headed out as I rushed to complete my preparations. I soon finished, looked at myself in the mirror, thought my panties showed too much and pulled them off thinking, "They are not going to stay on that long anyway." I rushed outside and walked through the bungalow bar on the way to the restaurant, when I felt someone hold my arm and say, "My, you are in a hurry. Won't you say goodbye? We are leaving early tomorrow morning." There stood Kevin looking as handsome as ever! "I really have wanted to spend some time with you, but I don't know what got into my wife. She is not the jealous type, but she feels I was giving you too much attention." He pulled me closer and I answered, "I have been thinking of you too. As a matter of fact I was imagining that it was you holding me in the Jacuzzi this evening!" I felt him stir and realized he had gotten hard again. He started to kiss me with desperation and said, "I have to feel you one last time." We moved behind the bungalow and started to squeeze and grope each other. "Please, don't leave me like this." He said as he took my hand and placed it against his crotch, I felt him hard and pulsating and realized that I wanted him just as badly. "Please, she won't be back for a while. I don't know if I will ever see you again." I took him by the hand and we both ran towards my room. I knew it was crazy but it was my last chance. In seconds he was lying on his back, completely naked. I stood at the foot of the bed, pulled off my dress, and moved along the mattress on my knees, I hovered over his thighs. I looked up and saw him staring between my legs "Look at ourselves!" he said. My eyes turned to an awesome scene. I was swollen; my lips where puffed up and open, while his cock aimed towards the ceiling slowly throbbing. It looked about the size of my baby's arm! We realized that we were not about to make love but indulge in a fast furious fuck. I leaned forward and he took my forearms in his hands. Both staring at that space between us. My lips slipped along his cock and then began to engulf him effortlessly. I bore down as hard as I could, he pushed against me and I felt him enter to the hilt. We both became still, me feeling completely stretched and deeply impaled, him, I am not sure what he felt but he couldn't have missed the way I my vagina was pulsating. We then started a deep rubbing movement. I could feel him churning inside me, the squishy wet noises a turn on of their own. I wanted this to be unforgettable and started teasing him, slowly withdrawing till only the very tip remained inside me, then leaning back and taking him in fully. In minutes he started to grimace, then groan. This set me off and soon the churning was masked by a wave of contractions. Mine, his or both, it didn't matter and then I felt flooded and filled by his warm seed. We caught our breath, exchanged looks. "That was awesome!" he whispered. "This was crazy!" I answered. He assented; we disengaged and quickly began to dress. We gave each other a quick hug and rushed out. I began to walk, almost run towards the restaurant as I saw him disappear towards the bar and thought to myself, "What an appetizer!" I rushed to our dinner date. I knew I was late and in my mind I was trying to find an excuse, albeit unsuccessfully. As I neared I slowed down and tried to catch my breath. I smoothed my dress the best I could and made my entrance. They were busy chatting at the entrance and apparently I hadn't been missed. I greeted them, excused myself for the delay and we were escorted to our table. Both men were openly talking, oblivious to their surroundings, while Sherry looked at me with a knowing face and grinned. We ordered, had some wine and Sherry said, "Ann, I have to go to the little girls room, will you accompany me?" We got up and walked to the closest bathroom. As we entered and Sherry turned around and said, "You are incredible, what have you been up to?" "What do you mean?" I responded. Her response was to kneel in front of me, lift my skirt, take a tissue and begin to dab at rivulets of cum running down the inside my thighs. "Wow, you were really fucked girl! You look incredible!" I simply assented and allowed her to minister to me. She then planted a kiss on my pubes and said, "Keep some of that for me latter!" At that instant we became accomplices of what would happen the rest of the evening. The dinner was lovely. We were all in a good mood. Paul and I through non verbal communication agreed to take this another step forward. When the dessert menu was presented, Sherry announced, "I think we will skip desert, I have a better idea." Without discussing it much further, we walked towards their suite where we found a bottle of Champagne set out. When they saw our questioning look they replied, "We prepared for the best case scenario." Things progressed and we were all lying on their large bed when Sherry took the initiative and exclaimed, "I suggest that Ann be the dessert! Three against Ann, anyone object?" I sat there dumbfounded watching everyone exchanging glances. Then they all pounced on me! My dress was pulled off and I was manhandled into the middle of the bed with Paul lying on my left, Sherry on my right and George towards the foot of the bed. They began to touch me and rub me while they kept up a conversation among themselves about what they were planning to do to me. I was a little overwhelmed, but soon relented and relaxed. I felt like the queen of the night. Paul began to kiss my eyelids and face and whisper things into my ear while Sherry began to rub my belly and George resumed the foot and calf rub he had initiated in the hot tub. I gave in and began to close my eyes, but Paul lifted my back, pushed a pair of pillows under my shoulders and said, "We are going to watch and enjoy this together." Sherry on the other hand kept a running conversation with her husband. One thing I remember hearing was, "Honey, you are going to love this! Let me get her ready for you!" This said, she continued fondling me and yes, she was very good at it. I felt myself let go and said to myself, "Whatever happens, happens!" Paul and George were gentle and soothing while Sherry became more and more centered and sexual. I felt her nuzzling my inner thighs, then nibling my lips and finally thrusting her tongue between my folds. She was good, she would bring me to the brink and then let up, the best I oral caresses I remember in a long time. I felt her break and say, "She is ready! I have her ready for you, come here!" Paul lifted my left thigh with one hand and my neck with the other. Sherry spread my right thigh with her left hand and took George's now very hard cock with her other. She pulled him forward and started to rub his tip between my lips. I pushed forward seeking him. I needed a cock inside me now! But she held her hand around his shaft so I could only manage to get half of it in. "Stay still. It's my turn to fuck you with George's cock." she said and began to roll him in circles inside me. It felt good but I wanted more! His pleas joined mine and she relented, drawing her hand away and pushing him by the balls till he was completely inside me. "Let me feel what you are doing to her!" she exclaimed, and began to press down on my belly. "My good, you are deep inside her! I feel you almost up to her belly button!" He fucked me, she fondled me, Paul loved me. I was in heaven. We began to move more desperately and Paul and Sherry cried out, "They are about to come!" We soon did in a convulsing and writhing mass and I felt him fill my cunt with the second dose of cum of the day. As our breathing normalized I opened my eyes, feeling a fine sweat over my face and body and whispered, "Give me a break, I feel I am going to die." "You think you are going to die!" exclaimed Sherry and I turned to see her holding Paul's cock, now very stiff and engorged. "Girl, I can wait but you can't leave your husband like this!" Paul was on his back and she coaxed me till I sat above him with my back towards his chest and she inserted his cock into me effortlessly. "My turn!" I heard and she lay between my thighs, licking my open lips and Paul's shaft as I slowly moved above him. We got into a rhythm and I knew we would not last long. She was very, very good. She kept on lapping both of us, while she pulled, opened, stretched me and stimulated me in ever possible way. Soon Paul and I were very ready and she kept it up till we both exploded and my pussy was filled for the third time today. I lay back on Paul's chest as she rose, crawled up my body, got close to my face and told me, "This is the best cream filled dessert I have had in a long time!" And I agreed! Appetizer...and Dessert You invited me to your home for dinner, and I accepted, not knowing that I was the appetizer... and dessert! When I arrived, you immediately order me to strip, right there in the driveway. I unbutton my long royal blue dress to reveal my favorite white lace teddy with garters attached, black stockings and heels, (no panties, of course... damn uncomfortable things anyway). Jim says, "Hold out your hands, slut, " and when I do he fastens leather cuffs around my wrists, and winked, "You look delicious." The 3 of us walk into the house, and after we walk through the door, you tell me to stop and Jim places a blindfold over my eyes, successfully blocking out all light. You take my hand and lead me into the next room where I hear a longgg, low whistle. "OMG... who else is here?" I ask. "None of your business slut. " SMACK SMACK SMACK. "Not a sound from you, unless you are asked a question. "Yes Ma'am" I say, earning another SMACK. "Not another sound!" You reach between my legs and say "MMM... Jim, her pussy is very wet. Well, we shall have to do something with this, I hate to let a wet pussy go to waste. " You take me to a chair and tell me to sit down. The chair has curved arms, a low back, but no seat, And when I sat in it my whole nether region was completely exposed. "You get as comfortable as you can, because you will be here for a while, " I hear you whisper in my ear, and your breath on my cheek sends shivers down my back. While you are telling me this, my hands are being fastened to the arms of the chair and my ankles to the legs, my knees also to the arms, and a cord is placed at the bend in my elbows and fastened behind me, thrusting my breasts out farther. "I am soooooo wet, " I think to myself, but I must have whimpered, because SMACK, right on my spread open pussy. "Not a sound, Slut!and to make sure, here, ." I feel a ball gag placed in my mouth and fastened behind my head and also to the cord holding my elbows back, effectively restraining me completely. I feel hands on my throat, caressing, rubbing, moving down the front of my body. CLAMP, CLAMP... I jump slightly as weighted nipple clamps are fastened to my turgid nipples, stretching them, pulling them and setting off my first climax. OMG, I am such a slut, cumming without even having my pussy touched. "Look, Jim, see how much she enjoys this? Her pussy is wetter than I have ever seen it before. " I feel fingers burying themselves in my cunt from under the chair and then I feel something being shoved in my asshole. Oh Fuck, it's a butt plug that fills me up, SMACK... SMACK! Right on it, forcing it deeper inside... it is in so far it will not come out until someone takes it out. MMMMMMMM, it feels wonderful. I think I am alone now, I sit in the chair listening to the sounds in the other room. Chairs sliding on the floor, laughter, cutlery clinking on the plates as food is eaten, the clink of glasses as toasts are being made. Voices that I cannot clearly hear, setting me to wonder how many people are here, how many people have seen me so exposed. Just the thought of knowing how open I am, open to anything that my lovers have planned for me, has sent another orgasm exploding through me. I struggle to hold it as long as I can, but to no avail. My cum begins squirting out of me and I cannot stop it. I know there has to be a puddle and I do not know what will happen to me when Jim and Marie see the wet floor under me. I waited for what seemed an eternity, but in reality was only an hour or so and my vivid imagination ran away with me. Nothing I could dream of, came even close to what happened next. I must have dozed off sitting there in the chair, because suddenly I feel a sharp jerk on my nipple weights. All I could hear was heavy breathing in my ear as someone pulled my weights again and my breasts were being squeezed. 2 pairs of hands were playing with my nipples and breasts. I could feel breasts on my face as whomever was in front of me stood up and kissed whomever was behind me. Marie? Jim? I was not sure anymore. "Oh, Jim, look how beautiful she is, how marvelous she looks all open and WET!" I hear Marie from across the room. Who is this touching me if not Marie or Jim? I feel my wrists being knees and ankles being untied and as I am helped up, I feel my elbow restraints being tightened, thrusting my tits farther out. Another tug on my nipple nooses, a soft caress on my ass and then SLAP, right on the plug in my asshole. MMMMMMM, I moan around the ball gag in my mouth. I sense that it is being unfastened and I hear beautiful Marie say, "You liked that huh?" Yesssssss, " I whisper as I lick my lips trying to moisten them. "I love being your sextoy, Miss Marie. " "I did not hear you, slut!" "YESSSS, MISS MARIE, I love to be a Sextoy. " I am walked until I feel myself being leaned over a chair or a railing of some sort. Bent over at the waist, it is the only thing that is holding me up. My ankles are re-fastened, my elbows are still restrained and my breasts are hanging down on the other side of whatever this is I am leaned over... the weights pulling down, stretching my nipples to the limit. Oh, it hurts so gooooooodddd! SMACK SMACK on the plug, forcing it in deeper... SMACK SMACK SMACKKK on my wet exposed cunt and ass. "Oh Fuck, May I cum?Please?" "NO Slut!you may not. " Jim says as I feel another SMACK on my hot fuckholes. "Oh, PLEAAAAAASSSSSSEEEE?" I am begging now. "PLEEEEEEEAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSEEE? May I cum?" "Yes!you may!" I hear from across the room. Hot breath blowing on my wet cuntlips sends shivers from my head to my toes, and suddenly a tongue is flicking my clit and sucking my juices that begin flowing. "I can't help it, I cannot stop cumming. " I cry out as the mouth on my cunt sucks harder and harder, and the plug in my ass is pulled, pushed, pulled again and again and SMACK! right on it, causing me to explode again. I opened my mouth to to cry out from the ecstasy, and a cock is shoved into it... Deeeeeeeep into my throat, almost gagging me, fucking in and out, in and out, in and out, hitting the clit in the back of my throat which sends more juices to the mouth still plastered to my cunt. In and out, fucking my face like there is no tomorrow, fucking... fucking... until the cock in my throat begins to swell, filling my throat with the seed that is erupting, cumming until my cheeks puff out and jism starts leaking out around this wonderful tasty dick. More cum oozing from my cunt to the waiting face there. Whomever is eating my pussy gets up and I feel another cock filling me. With the plug in my ass and my mouth and cunt filled with cock, I am in 7th heaven. I can also feel hands pulling my nipples and all of a sudden the clamps are removed sending blood rushing to them But SLAP SLAP SLAP on them at the same time sends me over the edge again. By this time I am as limp as a noodle and not sure how much more I can take. My blindfold is released and as my eyes adjust to the light, my ankles and elbows are untied. With Jim and Marie's help I stand and look around. There is no one here but the 3 of us. They lead me to the couch and help me sit down and as they turned I could see that Marie is wearing a strap-on dildo. You must have been the one in my cunt as Jim was fucking my face. Damn, she looks so hot. You unstrap it and lay down on the floor in front of me, spreading your cuntlips open and showing Jim and I how wet and tasty you look. MMMMMMMMMM Jim kneels and buries his face in your cunt as you continue staring at me, eyes locked with mine. You motion with one finger to me, beckoning me to come to you. As I do you mouth "Lick Jim's asshole. " and point to it. My mouth and tongue zero in on his puckered hole and as I touch him Jim quivers and tells me to fuck his ass with my tongue. I fold my tongue as tight as I can and shoved it inside, deeper, fucking in and out. MMMMMMMMM I enjoy being a sex toy so much and very glad that Marie is allowing me to do this to her special love. My tongue moves faster and faster and I feel Jim jerk as he begins to cum. With a look at Marie for permission, I crawl under him and catch his cum... as much as I can. After he is completely spent, he sits back on the floor and tells me to lick and suck Marie until she cums too. I roll over on my stomach and lower my face to The wonderful feast in front of me. Laving you from top to bottom, tasting her, sucking your clit until it swells under my tongue and feels like a little cock in my mouth. Chewing, nibbling, sucking... putting one finger inside of your softness rubbing your G-spot, soon followed by another. I cross my fingers inside of you, and rotating my wrist, I feel my knuckles sliding back and forth across that special place. Fucking... sucking... playing with you, until you squirt all over my face and hand... squirting hard enough to shoot over my shoulder and land on Jim. Marie collapses on the floor, my tongue still flicking her clit until she pushes my head away telling me to stop. She pulls me up to cuddle with her and Jim moves to her other side. Exhausted, we fall asleep and wake up in the morning still in a huddle. When we are all awake I asked them if there was anyone else here last night. They look at each other and tell me "Yes, there was another couple here but that this was their first experience with a "sextoy" and they do not want you to know who they are. "Yet." Appetizers & Dessert Appetizers She stood at the kitchen counter silently cutting up vegetables for supper. It had been a long day. She had arrived home before him; changed into a one of his comfortable old T-shirts and begun to prepare supper. The house was quiet and she was lost in her own thoughts. The challenges of the day had taken a toll on her. She was mentally and physically drained. She heard the garage door go up and down and knew that he had arrived home. She heard him come through the door; aware of his presence in the kitchen although still no words had been exchanged. He moved across the room toward her. She could feel him standing close behind her even before he reached out to touch her. He pushed his body against hers. One hand went around her chest and reached for her breasts. His other arm went lower and pulled her hips against him. He bent his head and kissed her neck softly. He whispered low, "Supper smells good. You feel wonderful." She stopped cutting, closed her eyes and leaned back into him. She sighed deeply as the frustrations of the day began to melt out of her. The arms that enfolded her provided a safe space. She finally began to relax. He continued to nuzzle the back of her neck. His hands moved slowly across the front of her body finding their way under the loose oversized cotton T-shirt to discover her naked body. She moaned softly in response to his touch. A few moments went by; each of them lost in the feeling of the other. Suddenly she opened her eyes and began again to cut vegetables; or at least she tried. It was difficult to concentrate on her task. She was continually aware of his body behind her. His hands continued to move slowly but with intention across her naked body. "Am I distracting you?" he asked. "Yes," she murmured, "but please don't stop." She laid down the knife and placed both her palms against the cool surface of the counter. She closed her eyes again and gave herself over to the feelings that he was awakening in her. She was constantly amazed at the strength of her response to this man. No expectations, no hidden agendas - just the incredible power and passion that their bodies created together. His hands both moved across the roundness of her belly, each approaching the center from the opposite side. His pressure lightened considerably as he traced small circles across her tummy. She moaned softly. His hands spread apart and moved up to take each of her breasts. He gently, but firmly massaged each, his fingertips tightly pinching her nipples. They responded and grew into tight little buds. She became aware of the warmth and hardness of his penis pressing into her backside. His hands continued to explore her breasts as his hips began to move behind her. He moved in the silent dance of lovers as his penis pushed and probed her bottom and between her legs. Her hips began to move instinctively against him, mirroring his movements, as they fit their bodies together. Time stood still and they were lost in the magic of their bodies together. Suddenly, his hands moved firmly to her hips and he turned her to face him. She leaned into him expecting his kiss, but instead, he fell to the floor, his mouth finding the smoothness of her vulva. She certainly had not anticipated this and her knees buckled with delighted surprise. He immediately reached to steady her; his large hands each gripping a cheek of her bottom. He pulled her closer to his face and continued to delight her with his mouth. He was an experienced and responsive lover. He paid attention to the pace and the pressures that he knew she preferred. He knew when to vary them to guide her through the full range of emotions and feelings. She reached behind, gripping the edge of the kitchen counter to support her self. His mouth continued to provide pleasure beyond belief. His tongue massaged her clitoris. He gently grabbed the outer folds of her labia in between his teeth. His tongue moved over every part of her, alternating between ultra light feather soft barely there movements to strong and steady intense pressure. He knew from experience that the clitoral stimulation alone could bring her to orgasm. He also knew that she preferred the simultaneous pressure from inside. One hand came from behind her and he thrust his fingers into her hot, wet vagina. He used the other hand to steady her and to control the contact between them. The intensity was peaking and he orchestrated the dance perfectly. His knowledge of her body and her responses to him was a gift. He was intently focused on providing her with these moments of pure pleasure. She concentrated solely on her body as he brought her to the edge. She could feel the orgasm building deep inside her. It was as if all the frustrations of the day poured out in shuddering tingling spasms as her whole body released into his mouth and his fingers. In this moment it was all about her. It was so easy for her to allow herself to go over the edge and lose herself in her orgasm. He never let up. The pressure of his tongue on her clitoris was strong and steady. His fingers pushed deeply and rhythmically into her vagina. Her orgasm was intense and satisfying. Her whole body relaxed, totally spent. She felt her knees buckle. He quickly rose from the floor, slid his arm around her and guided her to the sofa in the family room. They both sat and she curled her body into his. Her breathing was still ragged and uneven. She closed her eyes as he gathered her near. In the shelter of his arms, fully satisfied, she rested. Dessert They finished supper. He leaned back in his chair and sighed deeply. She looked into his eyes and could see he was tired. The challenges of the day had taken a toll on him. He was mentally and physically drained. "Why don't you go catch the end of the game while I clean up in here?" she offered. He nodded. "Are you sure? I thought I'd help." She rose, took his hand and led him into the family room. He settled himself in his recliner and reached for the remote. The game came on as he pushed back into a comfortable reclining position. She bent over him and began to slowly untie the laces of his shoes. She slipped them off his feet. She eased the socks off and gently massaged his tired, swollen feet. She heard him moan softly and looked up to see him smile. She reached for the afghan and gently covered him. She kissed him softly. "I'll be back soon." "Don't go. Stay here with me." And so she did. Her hands could never stop touching him; especially when he was so close. She knelt at the side of the recliner and continued to massage his feet. Her hands moved with firm but gentle pressure, slowly loosening the knots of the day. From his feet she continued up his legs. She could feel the tense stiffness underneath the thick fabric of his jeans. Against the backdrop of the game, she kneaded his tired muscles; helping him relax A few moments went by. Each of them lost in the feeling of the other. Suddenly he opened his eyes and began to concentrate on the game; or at least he tried. It was difficult. He was continually aware of her hands as they moved slowly and firmly across his body. "Am I distracting you?" she asked. "Yes," he murmured, "but please don't stop." He closed his eyes again and gave himself over to the feelings that she was awakening in him. He was constantly amazed at the strength of her desire for him. No games, no manipulation - just the pure joy and satisfaction of all that their bodies shared together. He relaxed into the recliner and she could begin to feel the tension leaving his body. She leaned forward and began to slowly undo the buttons of this shirt. Her hands ran lightly over his chest. Each hand came from a different side and moved down his neck and across the broad expanse of his shoulders. She leaned closer and kissed his nipples. They responded and grew into tight little buds. She became aware of the warmth and hardness of his penis pressing against his jeans. Her hands continued to explore his chest but her mouth began to move toward his penis. Suddenly, she stood over him. He opened his eyes expecting her to leave him to finish up in the kitchen, but instead, she reached down to unzip his jeans. Her mouth found his penis as it was released from his pants. This was not what he had expected and he was delighted to be surprised, yet again by her. Her mouth moved a silent dance of love as she licked and sucked and kissed his penis. He was motionless as she took his penis deep into her mouth. Time stood still and they were lost in the magic of their bodies together. She moistened his penis and moved her hand up and down the length of the shaft as her tongue teased and delighted the tip. She was an experienced and responsive lover. She paid attention to the pace and the pressures that she knew he preferred. She knew when to vary them to guide him through the full range of emotions and feelings. He reached to the side, gripping the arms of the recliner to moderate his response to her. Her mouth continued to provide pleasure beyond belief. Her tongue massaged her penis. She gently licked and sucked his testicles. Her tongue moved over every part of his groin, alternating between ultra light feather soft barely there movements to strong and steady intense pressure. She knew from experience that the extreme slippery wetness she created on his penis with her mouth, coupled with the titillating touch of her tongue on the tip of his penis, would bring him to the edge. She knew he preferred the rapid stroking of his penis until the moment right before his orgasm and then the deep penetration of the full length of his shaft as the semen ejaculated against the back of her throat. The intensity was peaking and she orchestrated the dance perfectly. Her knowledge of his body and his responses to her was a gift. She was intently focused on providing him with these moments of pure pleasure. He concentrated solely on his body as she brought him to the edge. He could feel the orgasm building deep inside him. It was as if all the frustrations of the day poured out in shuddering tingling spasms as he came in the warm safe space of her mouth. In this moment it was all about him. It was so easy for him to allow himself to go over the edge and lose himself in his orgasm. She never let up. The pressure of her hand and her tongue on his penis was strong and steady. His orgasm was intense and satisfying. His whole body relaxed, totally spent. His breathing was still ragged and uneven. He could not move and could barely speak. He whispered, "Come closer to me." She moved toward him, and laid her head against his chest. He closed his eyes as his arms brought her near. Holding her in the shelter of his arms, with each of their bodies so fully satisfied, they rested.