1 comments/ 7902 views/ 0 favorites Old Home Town - Old Lover Ch. 02 By: tantricjim Synopsis of Chapter 1 Marg had returned to the town of her youth to make arrangements for the long term care of her father. She discovered that her father's doctor, Marc, was the man who had taken her virginity in the back seat of his car. Her place of birth had been a one-industry town with a very structured social life. Mark was from a wealthy family and they had only met on one occasion at a house party for the 'in' crowd, to which Marg had been invited because of her popularity and beauty. It was her first full-sex experience. The foreplay had been very exciting, but Marc had ejaculated with his first few strokes. The incident had been both pleasurable and disappointing, and she had pretty well erased that evening from her memory. Now over 25 years later, the excitement of that night had returned and Marg had accepted his invitation to spend a night with him at his summer home. Chapter 2 Marg had located a very nice Care home for seniors and she and her father had spent some time looking it over and meeting the staff. To her surprise her father had been positive about the place and she proceeded to make arrangements for his move. With her primary reason for being back home accomplished, she allowed her mind to return to satisfying this urge to relive a day of her youth. Marg was feeling more empowered than at any time in her life. She was out in the world on her own. Despite a happy marriage, there had always been a sense of being tied down with the concerns of others. Whether it was her husband's work issues, raising her children, or just housework, she had sometimes felt trapped in her surroundings as if her personal needs were of least importance. After their children had left the nest, she and Jim had rediscovered passionate sex. This eventually led to curiosity about other partners and a series of threesomes with their next-door neighbors Mary Ellen and Doug. Now she felt in control of her own destiny and being away from home only intensified this sense of liberation. She wanted to spend the night with this man. Marc had suggested that she bring a semi-formal or cocktail dress with her for their night together. He told her that dinner was to be prepared and served by a young couple that looked after his summer home, and that he enjoyed dressing for the occasion. Marg had a good sense of fashion, but she had not brought anything suitable from home and decided to visit Penelope's boutique to find something. She had once been a regular customer of the boutique but it had been over 25 years since her last purchase. Marg recalled the warm feelings she had experienced while Penelope had helped her try on clothes that had also ignited Marg's first erotic interest in women. They had never acted on those feelings and the attraction appeared to have survived the passing years. Penelope was obviously pleased to see her. She suggested that Marg wait for her in the fitting room while she selected a few dress options. Marg stripped to bra and panties while waiting. Penelope returned shortly with two dresses. At first she seemed to be all business-like and formal as Marg tried them on. But Marg could feel the heat of Penelope's fingers and hands that lingered on her body longer than necessary, while ostensibly testing for fit. Marg's face was flushed as she posed in front of the mirror with Penelope peering over her shoulder, her hands slipping up and down Marg's hips and thighs. She moved her hands up her side and belly, almost, but not quite, cupping her breasts. "You are very lovely Marg, your body has filled out some since I last fitted you," said Penelope with a tight smile. The temperature in the room seemed to be rising as Marg tried on a few more outfits before making a selection. Penelope said, "Seems as if you are preparing for something special. Would you like to try some lingerie to go with this outfit?" Despite the temptation to strip totally for Penelope, Marg did not really have the time and said softly, "No, I am fine, I believe that I have brought something appropriate from home." "Are we still on for a dinner next week?" Penelope asked. Marg kissed her on the cheek and whispered, "I can hardly wait for it, will call you in a day or so." She pulled back a little, reading the desire in Penelope's eyes, and leaned back in for a soft lingering kiss. Their tongue tips touched eliciting light moans from both. Marg wondered as she left the store if the wetness in her panties had been obvious during the fitting. Later that afternoon she slid into the passenger seat beside Marc. There was no obvious excitement or anticipation displayed in either of them. Just soft smiles and a light touch of their hands in greeting. Marg smiled inwardly thinking, 'just two mature adults planning to fuck their brains out later'. A few miles out of town, Marc pulled the car into a side road. Marg recognized it as the one leading to the lakeside where she had lost her innocence. "I think it was just about here," said Marc as he pulled into a spot overlooking the lake. Joining hands, they leaned in to each other for a short kiss. "You are just as beautiful now as you were then," he breathed. There was no thought in getting it on in a car again, and so after a few nostalgic minutes they drove away. Marc had an amoral attitude towards sex. It was pleasure, pure and simple. He did not see any real problem with any two people getting it on, married or otherwise. The only requirement from his point of view was that the lady of the moment be interested in him. He liked beautiful women of course, but their apparent desire for him was paramount in his decision to bed them. Marg was a special case in that she had also been part of his failure to please a woman all those years ago. Despite all the sex that he had enjoyed since, the memory of that night had bothered him. Marc turned onto a gated side road. This was the private entrance to his property and summer home. It had been in his family for several generations. The home was located on a lake to which this road was the only access. The house was a large old style two-story building with a big double entrance door and dormer second floor windows. The rear of the house looked out over a small beach, dock, boathouse and the lake. A young couple met them at the door and ushered them in. Marc introduced them as Leo and Ilsa. They lived rent-free in the house in return for acting as caretakers. For occasions such as this, they also performed as cook and waiter. Ilsa took Marg's light bag and led Marg upstairs to an antique style bedroom with ensuite bathroom. She lay out a terry cloth robe in case Marg chose to shower before dinner. Marg hung up her new outfit and arranged her toiletry in the bathroom. She opened French Doors to a railed balcony outside of her room. She felt as if she had stepped back in time to a place that she would never have dreamed of being in her earlier life. She was startled by a sound behind her, only to suddenly feel Marc's hands slide around her waist and the warm wetness of his mouth kissing the back of her neck. She relaxed back into his arms, pressing her back and butt against his thick body. "Are you all settled in?" he asked. He lifted her tits, slowly massaging them, his hands felt hot through the thin cloth and bra. She rubbed her butt against him, her loins warming at the excitement she sensed. She turned towards him. He was wearing a bathrobe, and she said, "Have you showered?" He smiled, "No, but I thought that maybe we could shower together, sort of introduce ourselves once more." Marg opened his robe, slipped her arms around his muscular chest and pressed her entire body length against him. "What a lovely idea." He took her hand and they moved back into the bedroom. "Let me undress you," he said. She watched in a full-length mirror situated to one side of the bed as he slowly began to remove her clothing. As each article fell to the floor, he moved in to kiss and lick the exposed skin. Marg had the feeling that she was in a dream or movie in another time frame. When she was totally nude he dropped his robe and moved in, sliding his thick hard cock between her legs. They began to kiss, her tits crushed to his chest, her hips moving back and forth as she slid her pussy lips along the top of his cock. Marg was ready to surrender to him, but he stepped back and smiled, "Shower first my sweet." Although she was a little disappointed she suspected that he was being deliberate in this first replay of their previous encounter 25 years previous. She watched him adjust the flow of water in the shower. Her fingers clenched with a desire to grab his cock or dig her fingers into his hard ass. They took turns soaping each other as they fondled and kissed in the steamy shower stall. He pressed her back against the wall, lifted her leg up in the crook of his arm and slowly worked his cock up her pussy. He took a few strokes, just enough to get her body to open and respond, before pulling slowly out of her. The suspense was building as they toweled each other off. He lifted her ass up on the vanity and moved in between her legs. "Feel my cock Marg, want to feel your hand on it, stroke me a bit, make me want you even more." Her nipples brushed his chest as she reached down to clutch the stiff cock, her hand could barely encircle it as she stroked it, stopping occasionally to run her finger around the spongy knob and teasing his pee hole. This had been the first bare cock that she had ever held in her hand. He moved back allowing her to look down between them. He moved his hips forward, pushing his cock and her hand towards her wide-open slit. There eyes locked as Marg rubbed the red knob in her pussy, around and around, allowing her lips to slide over it, then pinching behind the knob. Her lips formed a perfect 'O' as he buried it in her once more. She was ready again, bracing with her hands beside her butt, spreading to receive him, lifting her knees in anticipation of his thrusts. He fucked her a little, four or five strokes only before beginning to pull it out. "Look down Marg, see how wet my cock looks, covered in your juices." Marg tried to pull him in, hooking her heels behind his thighs, wanting it back inside her, but he was too strong and he moved back enough to lift her off the vanity and carry her into the bedroom. Marg encircled his neck with her arms and applied a tongue swirling kiss as he carried her easily to the bed. She felt like a fairy princess being taken by a prince. He laid her on her back with her head on the pillow and then stepped back to look at her. His cock was so hard it was bowed upwards. She wanted him on her and in her. There was no need for more foreplay. The past was forgotten and pleasure time had arrived. He crawled up on his hands and knees, starting at the foot of the bed until hovering over her, his hands each side of her head. He bent and licked and sucked her lips, nuzzled and kissed each nipple. She stroked his cock until it felt as if it would burst in her hand. She pushed the knob down to her slit and raised her hips to meet and swallow it. She waited for his thrust and then shouted 'yes' as he plowed it deep into her waiting hot cunt. They were relentless in seeking release from the built-up stress in their bodies. If she slowed in her grinding and twisting, he picked up the pace as if not wanting to lose momentum. She wrapped her legs and arms around him as his big butt slammed away. Hard as she tried to hold him in her, she could not contain his wild thrusts. She felt the first squirt of his cum and lost all control. She whimpered and moaned as he ground away at her, her ass cheeks clenched, her hips rising to bow her body upwards to take him. Then silence, the only sound they could hear was the beating of their own hearts. He collapsed, his sweaty body covering her. He finally rolled off of her to his side, facing her and smiling. "That was as good as it gets Marg. And I knew from the moment we met last week that it would be like that. I knew that I could have you. Does that upset you?" She replied, "Oh no, my loins weakened as soon as I recognized you, so I am not surprised at how good it was or that you would know that I would fuck you. But I really did not think that we would get together. I am glad that we have." He smiled, "The night is not over, and there is more pleasure to come. Have another shower and dress for dinner. I will come to take you down in an hour or so." Marg showered and toweled off in front of a mirror. Her nipples were still red and bruised. She had a hickies on her neck and upper arms. She did not recall receiving them. She applied some jelly to her pussy lips; still a little tender from the pounding she had received. That had surprised her as she had imagined that Marc would have been a slow grinder of a lover. But she had been wild herself and expected that he had picked up a few scratches and bruises. She pulled on a pair of lace trimmed pale green mini panties and matching half-cup bra. Then the thin summer dress from Penelope's, the hem of which snuggled just under her cheeks. She turned to look at her butt in the mirror and thought, 'maybe a little too bold', but it was too late to worry about it. Half heels helped to display her legs below the short hem of the dress. She felt strong and in control and knew that she looked seductive. Marc arrived shortly after wearing a dark sport shirt with light dress jacket and slacks. They kissed lightly and she took his arm as they walked down the winding stairs to the dining room. The dining table was set up in a small intimate room off of a larger dining room. It was all very elegant, wood trimmed windows and doors, fine porcelain and crystal place settings and all illuminated by candles. The place settings were for two, and a carafe of red wine was breathing at one end of the table. As soon as Marc seated her, Leo entered the room to pour the wine. He appeared to be about 30 years of age and had a Latin look about him with a slim wiry body. He was dressed Spanish style in a loose white open necked shirt and tight black pants. He had the look and moves of a boxer or MM arts fighter, and Marg felt a sense of danger lurking in his dark eyes. They toasted each other, sipped some wine before Leo appeared once again with an appetizer. It was all very romantic, Leo appearing only after a signal from Marc. Marg felt as if she was in a time warp. The thought of being entertained in this rich old house that would have been outside of her world in her youth; gave it all a surreal atmosphere. Despite the formality of the place and event, Marc was attentive and tender. His eyes roamed her body, signaling his desire for her, but he made no attempt to touch her. Her nipples were erect and her pussy was warm and squishy, she wanted to be back in bed with him. When they finished their meal, Ilsa and Leo were waiting in a lounge area to join them for a Cognac. Ilsa wore a low cut peasant blouse, displaying quite large breasts for an otherwise slim woman. She was quite lovely and smiled her thanks for the compliments she received about the dinner. The formality of the dinner was over and it seemed to Marg that the other three were more familiar than it had previously appeared. Marg wondered if Marc had ever been erotically involved with the two of them, or at least with Ilsa. It was hard to believe that he had not, given his reputation as a womanizer. For some reason this thought excited Marg. Marc suggested to Leo that he heat up the sauna for later, and then they went for a walk around the grounds. The moon was bright as they stood at the end of the dock and kissed and held each other to the sound of the waves gently slapping the sides of the boathouse. "Have you ever had a sauna Marg", he asked. He gestured towards a small building off to one side of the beach. It was set up on a rock outcrop beside some deeper water. She shook her head and he said, "We will have one later at midnight. We can make sweaty love." "Speaking of which, feel me Marg, see how much I want you now," he whispered as his tongue slipped between her lips. Marg rubbed the flat of her hand down his erection, bulging up along his belly. She felt her legs weaken at the feel of him, all sensations centered in between her legs. She moved to rub her mound against his hardness. He undressed her in the moonlight back in her room. He was very slow and deliberate, kissing and murmuring sweet phrases about her beauty and taste. He was totally focused on her. He laid her on the bed, her arms and legs spread star-shaped as he worshipped her entire body with fingers and tongue. He traced the outline of her body beginning at one toe, up her sides and back down to the other toe. He moved over her nipples flicking his tongue at each one before swallowing and sucking them. He licked suggestive vertical strokes between her tits, an indicator of what would come next. Marg was aching at the thought of his next move as he moved down her belly and gently lifted her legs over his shoulders and back. He nuzzled her bush with his nose and chin, kissed the inside of her legs just below her glistening slit. She felt his hot breath on her pussy lips, and arched her back, trying to make contact with his lips. He pushed her legs wider by lifting up with his shoulders, spreading her before finally flicking his tongue along the length of her slit. "I might come, I might come," she groaned as he began to lick her, flattening his tongue and rubbing it full length along her pussy, from her butt hole to the tip of her slit. He did not let up, despite her warnings. He focused on her swollen clit, teasing it with tongue tip, then capturing it between his lips and gently sucking it. It was the entry of a thick finger slipped in just below where his lips were working her clit that put Marg over the edge. She clamped her legs on his head, using her hands to hold him as she began to violently rub her cunt on his face. He never let up, kept his lips and tongue busy along with his finger, until she stopped thrashing. As she slowly relaxed, Marc got to his knees and rolled her to her side. He lifted one of her legs up to his shoulder and slid his cock into her. Her body was like a wet rag, completely at his disposal as he began a slow fuck. He gave her the full tour. Rolling her to her stomach next, lifting her butt and sliding his cock back into her. He grasped her tits and squeezed her nipples as he fucked. She found herself responding once more, eager to feel him using her. He rolled to his back and pulled her on top, she settling down on his cock and lowering her tits for a nipple suck, her butt rising and falling. She could sense his cock starting to throb as he lifted her butt up, freeing him to fuck up into her as she held still. Then to her back again, Marc kneeling between her legs and lifting them to his shoulders. He rose up on his knees until he was directly over top of her, driving his cock straight down into her. "Fuck me Marc, come in me, fill me," she cried. His eyes were no longer tender and soft, just blazing down at her as he released his load in her. They lay separate from each other, panting and groaning with heaving chests. Marg rolled on her side, her hand on his belly and smiled, "Now, that was worth waiting for. It took 25 years or more, but it was definitely a winner." "It is easy to make love to you Marg. You are so beautiful and so open when we are alone. The night is young. Let's put on our robes, have a glass of wine, and go for a sauna and a dip in the lake." She replied, "Good, a sauna sounds just right. I have always wondered about having one. It sounds sexy." He paused a moment, "Would you mind if Leo and Ilsa joined us?" Old Home Town - Old Lover Ch. 02 "Oh God, would we all be naked? I can't imagine being naked with a woman as beautiful as she. I would want my body covered for God's sake." He smiled, "You have nothing to hide, your body is perfect. I am sure that you will enjoy the experience. And don't worry; you will not be worrying about Ilsa's big tits, wait until you see what Leo packs! Say yes please, it is your call entirely." Marg trembled a bit, her mind not really on Ilsa, but the tight butt of Leo. What the hell she thought. And then, "Sure, why not." They cleaned up a little and pulled on their robes. Leo was at the door as they exited. Marc asked if the sauna would be hot enough and when Leo affirmed that it was, Marc said, "Why don't you and Ilsa join us?" Leo smiled his acceptance. As they walked in the darkness towards the sauna, Marg's mind was whirling. Her visit to her hometown had progressed from a casual drink in a lounge, to sex with a former lover, to the possibility of group sex. And next week she would meet for dinner with Penelope who had provided her first curiosity about sex with a woman. She and her hubby Jim would feast on these stories for months. She hoped that her neighbor Mary Ellen was taking good care of Jim in her absence. Somehow, she knew that she was. End Chapter Two Old Home Town - Old Lover Ch. 03 Synopsis of Chapter 02 Marg had returned to her old hometown to find a care home for her aging father. She discovered that his doctor had been her first lover and they soon decided to relive that experience. He invited her to join him at his summer home for dinner and a night of lovemaking and sex. They had enjoyed both. The dinner had been prepared and served by a young couple, Leo and Ilsa, who were also caretakers of this old and elegant home. After dinner, Marc had asked Leo to heat up the sauna and invited he and Ilsa to join them there later. It was close to midnight as Marc and Marg found their way down to the sauna house. Chapter 03 Marc and Marg removed their robes in the vestibule of the sauna house before entering the heating chamber to a blast of hot moist air. It was eerily quiet inside the heavily insulated chamber, the only light emanating from a single yellow bulb. Marc stooped to throw some cold water on the hot stones before settling down beside Marg on the lower of two bench seats. "When we want more heat, we can move to the higher bench," he said. Marg relaxed, allowing the steamy heat to permeate every part of her naked body. She was not particularly aroused at this point, despite the presence of a naked man beside her, a man who had pleasured her just hours previous. They toasted each other with cold champagne. She looked at Marc and said, "What are you expecting when your friends join us? I am not comfortable with doing anything sexually with them. Is that what you are planning?" Marc looked surprised as he responded, "Marg, I am not expecting anything in particular except a pleasant evening with you and them. There are no rules and you must do or not do anything that you wish. I'm sure that you will enjoy them; they are a fun and interesting couple. A hot sauna, champagne followed by a cold dip is all that I have planned. If you are concerned, I will turn them away when they arrive." His response seemed quite sincere and Marg hastened to say, "No of course not, I'm not that worried, I am just a little nervous being naked in front of strangers." "You have nothing to be nervous about. You have a beautiful body and you are a beautiful woman. You will find that being a nudist in a sauna is not necessarily all that erotic. The heat takes some of that anticipation out of a person. It will be a very relaxed atmosphere." Marg felt reassured and settled back and closed her eyes. Marc leaned in and kissed her softly while he rolled a nipple in his fingers. Marg responded with parted lips and ready tongue. "I thought you just said it would not be erotic," she murmured as his hand cupped her full breast. "I lied," Marc said softly, "It is impossible for me not to be aroused near you." Marg's legs parted with the kiss and touches, and he slipped a hot hand up along the inside of her thighs. Marg settled back with closed eyes in anticipation. She trembled as the edge of his hand brushed her slit, and his thumb caressed her mound. She slumped down more, spreading wider, wanting his fingers in her. She sucked his tongue into her mouth in encouragement, as one finger parted her pussy lips and entered. He whispered, "Get on the top bench." She did as told, pulling herself backwards and up to the higher bench as he moved between her legs. He knelt on the lower bench and raised her legs over his shoulders, and kissed his way down her inner thighs to her swollen pussy lips. His tongue ran along her slit as she spread her knees widely. "Ah God Marc, you know what happened last time, you will make me come," she groaned, all the while adjusting herself to receive him. The only sound was the hiss of the sauna and their own breathing, soon followed by the wet noise of his tongue lashing her slit from butt hole to clit. She grabbed his head and rubbed her pussy on his face, ready to get off. Suddenly however, he lifted off of her and smiled upwards, "Needed to warm you up in a hurry." He climbed up beside her and pulled her to him, his hands roaming her hot naked body. She tasted her pussy on his lips and tongue. The door of the sauna opened and the naked young couple entered with a smile. They seemed quite relaxed as they tried not to be too obvious viewing Marg's nakedness. She hastened to lift one arm to shield her breasts while closing her legs. She realized that it was a futile gesture and soon eased off. Ilsa was even more impressive naked than when dressed. Her body was firm and trim, almost muscular, and her firm tits perched high up on her chest. She had a beautiful round ass and hips framing a shaved mound. She was very attractive but strangely did not arouse Marg's interest in an erotic sense. Marg had always recognized that only certain women accomplished that and for no particular physical reason that she could figure out. Leo was also very well built, and it was obvious that both of them worked out and trained. His muscles were long and lithe rather than bunched and thick. His butt and thighs were hard and firm, two features that Marg favored in a man. He was bent down adding more water to the hot stones and she held her breath waiting for him to turn around. She was ready to be impressed following Marc's suggestive comment earlier about Leo's package. Her eyes lowered quickly as he did turn, fastening on his cock as he swung around. It was big despite not being erect. Marg decided that it was about the size of her neighbor Doug's cock. She had first seen Doug's through their bedroom window one night, and for some months had fantasized about having it in her. He had fucked her during a threesome with his wife Mary Ellen. She sniggered nervously to herself, 'been there, done that' as she recalled the feel Doug's big shaft in her. Marg peeled her eyes off of Leo's cock and looked up to meet his eyes. He smiled easily, comfortable in the knowledge that he had caught her attention. Marc leaned in, kissed her on the neck and then whispered in her ear, "What do you think?" Marg answered with an "Hmm, kind of eye catching isn't it." The application of the water had raised another cloud of steam as Ilsa and Leo joined them on the top bench. The two ladies were on the inside. After a few attempts to keep space between their hips, the ladies just smiled and relaxed and were soon rubbing on each other. Leo brought up the champagne bottle and the four of them turned towards each other for a toast and a kiss. Ilsa's lips were soft and gentle on Marg's, as if not pressing the issue. Leo's were bold and demanding, he quickly circling her lips with his tongue. Marg felt relaxed despite her early discomfort. 'What the hell' she thought, 'what happens happens'. Leo sensed an easing in Marg's feelings about him. She had not been overly friendly when they first entered, but their eyes locked occasionally and he was certain there was interest building. He, Ilsa and Marc had been down this road before, and Leo had much the same outlook towards extra marital and group sex, as did Marc. It was pleasure only. He had watched Marc mount his wife Ilsa several times and enjoyed the pleasure that she received. And in return, Leo had fucked some of the ladies that had accompanied Marc in the past. Marc often brought women here if he believed that they might be accepting of group sex. And Leo did want this one. He and Ilsa had watched the live video stream from the bedroom earlier when Marc had licked and fucked Marg. He loved the abandoned manner with which she had responded to Marc. Nothing held back, just give and take sex. He caught her eye again, and allowed his to wander down to her tits and pussy to return to her fixed gaze. It might take a while, but he was going to nail her. Marg noted that both men now had burgeoning erections. Both she and Ilsa had fingers in there pussies as the men leaned over them. Marg felt her loins heat and weaken as Marc's fingers teased and aroused her while Ilsa stared at her tits. Leo's cock was now at full mast, jutting up along his belly and past his belly button. Marg's pussy clenched Marc's fingers as Ilsa reached back and took firm hold of Leo's big cock. Without looking, she did the same for Marc, grasping his throbbing cock just behind the knob and squeezing gently but firmly. He moaned. Ilsa could no longer contain herself, still holding Leo's cock she bent down and sucked Marg's nipple. Marg almost passed out at the eroticism around her. The sights and sounds, the feel of four people getting ready to fuck was overwhelming. Marc reached across Marg and joined Leo's fingers working in Ilsa's pussy. Marg whispered, "You want some of that don't you. You want in her." Marc drove his finger up Ilsa's pussy and breathed in Marg's ear, "Yes, very much, are you okay with me playing with her?" Marg's attention was now fixed on Leo's engorged cock, the red knob jutting out from Ilsa's fist. "Yes, do what you want, this is crazy, but fun, want to watch you fuck her." Without words, Marc and Leo rose to exchange places on each side of the women. Marc sat beside Ilsa and pulled her to him, burying his face between her tits as one knee pushed up between her legs to rub on her pussy as she lifted it over his hip. Leo was much more circumspect, sitting down without grabbing at her; he was going to wait for signs of Marg's interest before making a move. He poured more champagne and they toasted each other again. They could hear the sounds of his wife being mauled by their landlord. He reached down for a dipper of cold water and poured it over his head. And then playfully, poured some on Marg's tits. Marg was torn between watching the struggles beside them and the growing signs of Leo's lust for her. He made his first move as Marc began to go down on Ilsa, assuming the position he had done with Marg minutes earlier. "He is one pussy hound isn't he? Never seen a man who loved to go down on a woman as much as he," Leo whispered as he slipped two fingers along each side of Marg's slit rubbing and caressing erotically. Marg turned to him while allowing her legs to be spread. 'God,' she thought, 'did not think I would let him at me, but I want it now.' Out loud she said, "He's good, knows how to please a woman." They kissed and she reached down between them to slide her open palm down the bottom of his long shaft. "But there are other ways," she murmured as she wrapped her hand part way around his cock. To herself once more, 'This will be a challenge.' Marc had taken Ilsa to the edge with his tongue and lips and was now positioned behind her, her knees on the lower bench and bracing herself on the upper one. He was hunched up behind her and working his cock into her, clutching her tits as he worked away, his mouth roaming the back of her neck and upper arms. To Marg, it was all so surreal, pale yellow light in a steamy room. A pair of sweating naked people groping and grunting like animals, totally oblivious to anything but their own lust. And Marg holding a cock, spreading her legs to allow this guy to finger her cunt, and wondering if this was just a fantasy. But one could not fantasize the look in Leo's eyes. A predator who knew the prey was his. Wild and beyond control, they spoke volumes about what was going to happen shortly. There was really only one way to fuck in the confines of the steam room, what with another couple flailing away beside them. Leo pulled Marg to her feet in a not too gentle fashion, turned her around to assume the same doggy style position as his wife and quickly slid his big cock between her legs. He rubbed the shaft along her slit, back and forth, preparing it for entry. He fondled her ass cheeks, rubbing them and reddening them with slaps. He felt her straighten as if unsure of what was happening. He quickly worked his knob into her hole, felt her stiffen once more before relaxing and adjusting to receive him. Leo loved this part, the feel of a tight pussy as it adjusted to him, fucking her a little with his knob, pressing harder to get in deeper, parting the folds and gaining a little depth with each thrust. He knew she was ready for more, could feel her cunt relaxing and opening and he proceeded to fuck his way into her, gaining more depth with each stroke. He was all in her now, and his belly was slapping against her ass, faster and harder. As he felt his cum column building he reached up and grabbed her wet hair to gain traction to drive it deeper. He had the feeling that he was boring a hole in hot flesh. Beside them, Marc had pulled his cock out of Ilsa, still oozing cum; both of them frozen still while watching Leo plunder Marg's pussy. Marg was oblivious to anything else, crying and moaning as Leo's big cock swooped in and out of her like a very big banana. Her head shook each time his thighs slapped against her ass. Marg had not counted on this sort of experience. She was much more attuned to slow erotic kissing and touching while fucking. This was animal sex and she had a violent ass clenching orgasm as Leo thrashed away at her. She lost awareness for a short time, her arms collapsing and her body pressed against the bench. She was just trying to protect herself from injury now, pushing her hands against the edge of the bench. A massive grunt from Leo, his cock jammed deep in her, and two or three belts of hot cum seared the inside of her tender vagina, and it was over. Well, not really over, just reduced in frenzy; Leo continuing to slide his cock in and out, holding Marg's back tight against him. He kissed her neck and shoulders, his first real sign of tenderness. Finally he pulled out and collapsed on the bench. Marg straightened up as well, turning to sit again to find Ilsa once more at her side. They smiled weakly at each other, bodies still heaving a little, and both with cum running down their legs. "Cool off time," cried Marc, taking Marg's hand and leading her outside to jump into the lake, soon followed by Ilsa and Leo. They stood in chest high water, exclaiming about the change in body temperature, but all a little too embarrassed to talk much about what had just happened. Marg's other group experience had been with people that she knew quite well. The sudden erotic coupling with a man she had not previously known was a little unsettling. Marc realized that she was not comfortable and suggested they return to the house. They stood inside her bedroom and kissed softly. "May I sleep with you tonight?" he asked, "You seem a little distant now. I had hoped that you would enjoy the pleasure in the sauna, but you seem subdued. I hope that you are not offended." She kissed him softly and said, "Nothing happened that I did not want to happen, and I did enjoy the sex. I guess it just happened so quickly that I was not really prepared for it. But I am worn out now, and would prefer to sleep alone. Maybe you can come in the morning and wake me." Marc smiled and said, "Sounds like a plan. I loved our evening together. Will wake you for breakfast." A kiss and he was gone. Marg had a quick shower and dried off. She was glad that Marc had understood her feelings. She hurt a little from Leo's violent fucking. Why did men with big cocks always think they had to prove it? He had reminded her of her neighbor Doug. Very little preamble or foreplay, climb on and fuck until you cum, then pull out and do something else. She much preferred the approach of her husband and Marc. Slow and gentle, drag the pleasure out until you lost it and then cuddle afterwards. She pulled on a robe and settled into bed, sitting with her back to the headboard, and called home. Time difference would make it late evening for her husband Jim. "Hi baby," Jim said, "How was your day?" "It was all very elegant and erotic for the most part," Marg responded. "Marc makes love like you do, lots of touching and kissing, and long lasting love making. He was very tender and affectionate." Jim replied, "I knew that you believed that he was a nice man, or you would not have entertained the thought of screwing him. But you did say, 'for the most part', was there something not so nice that happened?" Marg paused for a minute, trying to decide how to explain the sauna experience, and then said, "Well, to be blunt, we ended up the evening in a sauna, and the caretaker fucked me. He was built something like Doug if you know what I mean." Jim answered, "You don't sound as if you enjoyed it. Tell me though, did you get off?" Marg laughed, "Yes I did, big time, but it was just too damn physical. I have a sore pussy now." "Damn baby, we do have some stories to swap. Can hardly wait until you are home in bed with me. I have a few stories about Mary Ellen and her big white tits to talk about as well." Marg said goodnight, settled down to the sleep of the exhausted. The sun was just rising above the horizon next morning when she realized there was somebody in bed with her. Her ass was nestled in against a warm belly, and a hot hard cock rubbed the back of her legs. Fingers were working one nipple and a warm mouth was kissing the back of her neck and below her ears. Marc whispered, "Let's shower before breakfast. Must hurry though, we only have about an hour, and there are so many things I want to do with you." Marg reached behind her, found his hard cock and moved it between her legs. They both groaned as the knob slid along the length of her slit. "Fuck me first," she moaned.