1 comments/ 23526 views/ 2 favorites Siesta By: JoannaK Getting married to J was one of the best decisions for erotic satisfaction I've ever made. We share the view that anything that feels good to both of us, that doesn't hurt either of us or anyone else, is OK. One thing we especially enjoy is giving each other nude massages. J loves it when I straddle his back, my thighs over his and my pussy hair tickling his bottom, my hands rubbing scented oil strongly into his back, neck and arms. Last Sunday afternoon when it was hot, we both decided at the same time that we felt like being naked and opening up the massage oil. Anxious to be the first giver, I was coating his back liberally when suddenly he suggested I rub a fair amount onto my breasts. Not knowing what he had in mind, I did as he directed, rubbing the sweet-smelling liquid all around my breasts and chest, making sure my nipples were coated abundantly. He said he'd love it if I lay flat on top of him and rubbed my oily breasts in long strokes up and down his back. The next few minutes were absolute ecstasy! My breasts and nipples always become quite sensitive when I'm aroused, and sliding them up and down J's back like that, over and over, sent me straight to the brink of orgasm. I thought of stories I'd heard about certain establishments in the city where "body slides" are offered, the massage the girls must love as much as the customers! I was getting off on it, but J's moans told me my soft breasts and hard nipples rubbing along his back were delighting him too! But before I could come, J rolled over, revealing an impatient erection. I moved lower to trap his cock in my oily cleavage, exciting the head with little licks, pressing my tongue into the tiny hole. Rubbing my moistening pubis against J's leg as I fellated him, orgasm came closer and closer when suddenly J wriggled away down the bed underneath me! I knew he wanted me straddling his face as he held my thighs with his hands and thrashed his way through my pussy hair with his tongue to take my swollen clit between his lips, sucking it with the exact degree of friction he knows I love. Losing control, my head fell backwards dizzyingly and I squeezed my breasts hard as I ground myself into his face, peaking at last in a huge flood of feeling all over my husband's wonderfully relentless mouth. A minute passed. Still murmuring and wriggling in pleasure, I rolled aside, cupping my genitals to soak up every last sensation. But J's hands would not leave me alone. Their arousing caresses indicated he needed his own release. He knelt between my spread legs to gaze lustfully at my glistening fleece, and ran a lubricated finger very very gently along my wet, open sex-lips, knowing from experience that my clitoris usually needs time to cool down before it can go on to bigger and better things. As his finger stroked and gently dipped in and out of me, he bent down and started to use his mouth again on my right leg, kissing and licking from the crease next to my bush, all along the smooth underside of my right thigh. He lingered in the sensitive space behind my knee before nuzzling his way down my leg which I put on his shoulder then straightened completely as he kissed his way to my inner ankle which he circled and licked. The feeling of J's mouth, teeth and lips moving with skill all over my skin is something I can never get enough of - he seems to know exactly where and how long to nibble before it gets ticklish. After attending to my right foot, he glided his tongue equally slowly all the way back down my inner leg, refusing to go faster even when I urged him loudly. Then he brushed his tongue back and forth from side to side on my outer labia while his hands moved up to caress my breasts, using his thumbs to keep my nipples hard. Believe me, there was no way they were going to subside! After a moment, he moved his tongue across to the other side of my mound and started his incredibly arousing tongue-work along my other leg, letting his right hand go back to massaging my mound directly. By the time his mouth had finished its tantalising journey down to my foot and back again, my juices were a warm puddle beneath me and my need for relief from the torment was urgent. I pushed my hands between my thighs to replace his, my fingers greedily rubbing my clit in the fastest and most reliable method I have for bringing myself off. J simply smiled at me, massaging my underthighs from my knees down to my bottom and back up again as he savoured my auto-erotic display. At this point, I believed he would allow me to go all the way myself, as I know how much he loves plunging into my hot pussy straight after I've climaxed. He says it's like my pussy is somehow aching to be filled, surrounding his cock in a clinging hot juiciness. As I continued to masturbate gloriously, my husband placed my feet on his shoulders. J gives a fantastic foot massage anytime, but to feel his warm thumbs rubbing both insteps in small firm circles while my clit received its favourite treatment was just sublime. My wrist speed increased as my mind focussed on releasing the pleasure deep inside, when suddenly my hands were wrenched away onto the pillow next to my head, my legs still over his shoulders were pointing straight at the ceiling, and J's thick, throbbing prick was embedded in my extremely receptive vagina! The momentary shock of his entry suspended my path to climax, but our mouths locked in real tongue-battering style and my cunt responded, urging my hips to thrust back hard at him, desperate to come. The build-up was too much for both of us. After ten giant strokes, J's head snapped sideways, his eyes shut tight and he pushed himself all the way in. He cried out and I watched his face express enormous pleasure and satisfaction as he spurted himself into me over and over. I wriggled my pelvis against his and rubbed my feet along his legs as he groaned again and again with the last waves of orgasm. As soon as he released my wrists, I rolled him easily to my left and before he could slip out of me, my hand was on my clit. I stroked frantically, swept up in the heat and passion of our sensual love-making, and then I was there, exploding from within, J extending my pleasure by exciting my breasts and neck with his hands and mouth. As the glorious waves finally ebbed away, I pulled the sheet up over us drowsily and we hugged comfortably. Drifting in semi-sleep towards nightfall, I reflected in peace on our wonderfully satisfying siesta. Siesta for Three "Drink then?" Steve asked for the third time. "Mmmm," came the semi-conscious reply. He was bored, thirsty, and bored. He got off his sun lounger and wandered off to the bar at the other side of the pool, grabbing an eyeful of the blonde in the black bikini, as he walked past, from behind the cover of his shades. Unbeknown to him the blonde had watched his departure from behind her own shades. She had chosen a spot in the sun next to this nice British couple on purpose - they looked like fun. Unbeknown to Trixie, who was half-asleep as she baked in the sun, Steve had gone to the bar to get a round of drinks. Amid the noise of the water polo game that the holiday reps had organised, she hadn't heard a word Steve had said in the past 15 minutes. Everyone was watching the raucous sport in the pool, except the blonde next door... The heat was making Trixie horny – relentless sun always did, and Steve was lucky to get some of the best siestas Spain had ever seen when Trix had done four or five hours by the pool. It was nearing that time now and beads of sweat had formed again on her neck, on the base of her back, between her thighs. As one trickled from her forehead down her nose as she lay face-down on the lounger, eyes shut, she suddenly realised it had been nearly an hour since she last had her sun cream reapplied by her husband. She reached down for the bottle on the floor and held it out. "Steve," she mumbled into her other arm. "Rub me baby..." Steve was choosing cocktails 50 yards away. But the blonde had been watching Trixie, had studied her back and her ass and the slight glimpse of the side of her breast, glistening in the sun. The blonde looked round quickly - no one was watching, everyone was transfixed by the idiots in the pool - and skipped around Steve's lounger to take the bottle from Trixie's hand. As she opened it and squeezed out a large helping of cream, Trixie put both arms above her head and turned her head the other way, letting out a small sigh as she anticipated another cooling, relaxing rub-down. The blonde transferred some cream to her other hand, ensuring a good coating on both, and lifted her leg over Trixie so that she was straddling above her. She placed both hands either side of Trixie's spine, midway up her back, and pushed up slowly, then down, up again right to the shoulders and over them, squeezing the neck. Trixie, who was of course topless, moaned - the blonde smiled. She massaged Trixie's back slowly and deliberately, straying on to the upper arms and along the sides, just skirting the outline of her breasts, methodically pressing sun cream into her bronzed skin. The blonde reached for the lotion bottle again, squeezed some into her hand and left a line of cream along the top of Trixie's bikini bottoms. She returned to the back, massaging in slow circles and venturing further down the sides so that she caught the side of Trixie's tits. At this point Trixie felt a hefty nail drag across her and opened her eyes. She peered up out of the corner of her eye and saw the gorgeous leggy blonde rubbing lotion into her, smiling down at her. Oh my God, she thought, is Steve watching? This is great! The blonde gradually got more physical with her contact on Trixie's breasts, almost squeezing them as her hands went down the side. Both girls were getting wet, oblivious to the noise around them. The blonde's hands moved down to the trail of lotion she had left along the edge of Trixie's bikini. She ran her hand along it and made sure that her fingers ventured under the elastic of the black thong. Trixie sighed to let her companion know this was a good place to touch. The blonde used both hands to massage the base of the spine and her hands each strayed round Trixie's waist and round her front, simultaneously going back under the elastic. Trixie instinctively lifted her pelvis from the lounger, and the blonde's right hand darted further down, seeking out Trixie's moist slit and coating her finger in the hot sweat and juices that were already beginning to flow. The masseuse leant forward on her left hand, legs coming up on to the lounger, her crotch lightly touching Trixie's raised ass. Trixie groaned as the blonde's long fingers drew back up along her sweaty lips to find her clit, and her nails scraped lightly around it. The blonde now pressed her crotch hard against Trixie and rocked, pulling Trixie up so that there was pressure against her own clit. Trixie pushed upwards to aid her partner's pleasure, her bikini bottoms being slowly tugged down her ass. The blonde's fingers were running up and down her cunt, teasing her clit then delving back down into the hot depths of her sweaty pussy. Her left hand had worked its way under Trixie's breast and Trixie began moving slightly against it, enjoying the feel of a woman's slender hand against her engorged nipple. "Ahem." It was Steve. Trixie opened her eyes to see him standing there with two bright red drinks and a hard-on. "Nice show girls, but shall we take it up to the room before the water polo finishes?" He disappeared with the drinks in the direction of their room. The blonde's hands were still tight against Trixie's erogenous zones, frozen as if waiting for the command to continue. "Room 34," whispered Trixie as she climbed off the lounger and turned to face her new catch. She was a gorgeous, tall blonde, long hair tied back in a ponytail, very feminine, sexy mouth and a hot body. "I'll see you up there?" Trixie asked. The blonde nodded and turned to collect her things. Trixie just galloped up to the room. Steve had cleaned up a bit of their mess, tidied the bed. She threw herself on him and thrust her tongue straight down his throat. She reached down to feel how stiff the sight downstairs had made him. "Heat made you horny again?" she asked with a smile, and jumped on the bed, laying sprawled ready for some action. A knock at the door. Steve adjusted himself so that he didn't look quite so obvious, and went to let in the blonde. "Hi," he said. She just smiled and padded into the room, looking for Trixie. "What's your name?" asked Steve. "Maria," she replied, turning to him. "You want to watch your wife and I make love?" Steve sat down in the corner of the room as Maria climbed on to the bed and prowled above a transfixed Trixie. She kissed each of Trixie's thighs, kissed her belly, gave lingering tongue-hungry kisses to each of her nipples, moved slowly up to her neck with the tip of her tongue, and moved with gentle kisses to Trixie's mouth. As they kissed for the first time, Trixie drew her hand round Maria's back feeling her own smooth skin for the first time. The kiss was soft and tender and Trixie was first to let her tongue play a part, sneaking into Maria's open mouth and getting the desired response. The kiss had Trixie's heart pounding and her pussy dripping. She subconsciously opened her legs and one of her knees bumped Maria's leg as if to draw attention. Maria, though, sat upright, straddling Trixie on the bed, and reached across to the bedside table for a bottle of baby oil she had spotted. She poured a copious amount down the middle of Trixie's chest and belly. Then, with a wicked grin, tossed the bottle over to Steve. She began rubbing the oil into Trixie paying inevitable attention to her tits, taking great glee in the squelching she was able to induce as she massaged the oil around Trixie's boobs. She drew her hands behind her to unfasten her own top – her eyes firmly on Trixie as she watched from beneath - and slowly and methodically ran her hands around her own breasts, coating them in oil and taking her time around the pert chest, covering them in the shiny liquid before using her slick fingers to squeeze her own nipples. She leant forward and kissed Trixie full on the lips again, letting her oiled breasts glide over Trixie's, letting her nipples encourage Trixie's to grow as hard. She sat back slightly, and reached for Trixie's hand, pulling it to her chest and guiding it over her. Trixie breathed heavily as she watched her hand pass over this amazing body, and paw these oily breasts and erect nipples. Maria let go of Trixie's hand to let her roam alone, but used one of her free hands to trace over her own body, gradually leading a trail down the front of her own bikini bottoms. Trixie's hand had stalled around a nipple as she looked, mesmerised, as Maria's long fingers disappeared down the front of her own pants and worked seductively at her cunt. Maria threw her head back, eyes closed, and rocked her body slightly. Trixie began stroking her thigh, wanting to reach round and feel her ass. Maria got the message and leant forward over Trixie again, kissing her softly, brushing her nipples against Trixie's, but also using the knuckles of the fingers down her thong to rub against Trixie's swollen clit. Trixie reached round to her pert arse and pulled her down towards the bed, wanting to grind against the hand that was between them. She slid her hand inside the back of Maria's bikini bottoms as the kissing became more heated. The panting was becoming more audible, tongues more visible, spit smeared ever more on faces. They had forgotten Steve was even in the room, transfixed in the corner, dick in hand. Trixie finally pushed the bottoms down, revealing a superb view of Maria's arse to Steve. She pushed them right down and made a point of lifting her feet to push them further, down to Maria's knees. Maria sat back, a look of utter lust on her face, and slid the bottoms off, then pulled Trixie's down and off the bed without ceremony. She bent down and held her mouth over Trixie's burning crotch, breathing heavily on to her clit, taking in the gorgeous scent of sweat and juice that had drenched Trixie's thong. She was blowing deliberately on the swollen clit, enjoying the fact that Trixie was subconsciously lifting her pelvis to be closer to her mouth. She ran her oily hands up from Trixie's ankles to her thighs, pulling the legs sideways to open her lips and taunt some more, before pushing her palms up over Trixie's belly and on to her chest, massaging her glistening breasts once more. Bringing her knees inside Trixie's legs, Maria moved upwards once more, her tongue just glancing the outside of Trixie's cunt lips as she made her way back up to Trixie's desperate mouth. Trixie's hands gravitated to Maria's hips and, inevitably, her ass. She pulled Maria down on to her, a perfect scene of beauty, two women in a missionary position, kissing with abandon, oily breasts sliding against each other. Steve had given up rubbing his stiff cock, sure that the sights alone would make him cum eventually. The girls' tongues were all over the place, smiles in between kisses, a tight, unbroken clinch making for the slimiest of grinds. Maria had begun rocking up and down on Trixie, having positioned her cunt right on Trixie's, ensuring they were pressing each other right where it counted. Their hands explored each other's curves, Trixie holding Maria down tightly against her as she rubbed her clit against Trixie's. Trixie lifted her feet so that she could wrap her legs around Maria, holding her in the optimum position as they panted down each other's throats, tongues only leaving the other's mouth momentarily so that they could bite a section of neck in abandon. "We need some oil here I think," Maria said, turning her head to Steve as Trixie plunged her tongue into the ear in front of her. Steve awoke from his trance and got up and walked to the base of the bed, surveying the scene. Maria, as if to illustrate her demand, lifted her pelvis to present Steve with the sight of two beautifully moist cunts. He held out his right hand and, with his left, poured baby oil over the back of it and the palm, making sure it was completely coated. He knelt on the bottom end of the bed and slid his oiled hand on to Trixie's pussy, smearing oil and pressing where he knew she would want him to. Before he could react Maria dropped down on to his hand, grinding her clit on his oily knuckles. He shifted his hand down so he could use a finger to massage Trixie's clit, while Maria began rubbing herself at speed against this new, bumpy surface. The kissing was restarted, and from his vantage point Steve saw Trixie's hand clinching the back of Maria's head as they snogged passionately. She pulled the ponytail out, her other hand still grasping a buttock in front of Steve's face. Maria was riding Steve's hand and groaning into Trixie's mouth, while Steve tried to subtly slide his hand and press over Trixie's cunt. Maria's movements suddenly became more stilted and she growled as she rubbed on Steve's hand harder, the growl rising into a high-pitched orgasm as Trixie looked on enraptured. Maria stopped, rolled off with a long groan and lay still next to Trixie for a minute, panting. Then another mind-blowing scene presented itself to Steve. Maria kissed Trixie deeply and slid her hand under the nearest thigh, probing Trixie's hole with her oily middle finger. She pushed forward so that Trixie rolled on to her side, facing Steve, and wrapped her other hand under Trixie's neck and turned her head to made sure their mouths met once more in deep, wet kisses. Steve lay stroking Trixie's breasts with his oiled hand. Maria, in no time at all, had decided to push her middle three fingers inside Trixie, and was fucking her with a constant rhythm, all the time trying to open her up more. Steve saw what she was doing and decided to help by sliding his fingers over Trixie's clit. As he reached down and began pressing and rubbing, Trixie groaned from deep inside, opening her legs wider and wrapping her right thigh, lifted as high as it would go, around Maria who was spooned up behind her. The blonde oily beauty, pressed against Trixie's back, was sliding against her at all points where their bodies touched, all the while her hand was furiously burrowing into Trixie's pussy. Trixie felt like there were all sorts of pressures working inside her cunt, Maria getting her little finger in too now. Every time Maria's hand got inside Trixie, her hands would spread, and press and tickle and scratch. All the while, Steve was slowly teasing her oily clit, Maria's tongue was down her throat, her other hand wrapped around Trixie's neck and holding her head in position, Steve massaging her breasts with is free hand. Maria's thumb was now inside Trixie, too, and the hand worked into a fuck-like rhythm. Trixie was growling and groaning as the narrowed hand pumped her, fisting her soaking cunt. She was bucking her pelvis with the rhythm, trying to open her legs wider, lifting her right leg up higher to allow more penetration. The hand fucked her superbly, Trixie panting and wincing in equal measure, her noises of pleasure muffled by Maria's mouth. Her hand clasped Maria's buttock behind her with a sudden urgency, and she reached to touch Steve as he rubbed her clit harder, watching the hand slide in and out of her expanded passage with ease. She left Maria's mouth to cry out "oh fuck" before groaning long and hard and reaching down to hold both hands in place in and around her throbbing pussy while she gyrated against them. "Dear God," she said, opening her eyes, looking straight at Steve. "How many fingers was that?" "A whole hand," replied Steve, smiling. Maria removed the hand slowly, Trixie twitched as it passed over and around her most sensitive bits. "God Maria that was divine," she said. She quickly swivelled round, lengthways, obviously anxious to return the favour – and some. "I really want to taste you," she said, before sinking her mouth between Maria's legs. Maria smiled and sighed, closing her eyes. Trixie was eating hungrily, like someone breaking a fast. Her face buried between Maria's thighs, exploring her clit, then between her lips as deep into her as she could go. She pulled Maria over into a 69 position, the leggy blonde straddling Trixie's face, her buttocks cupped by Trixie's hands once more as the neatly shaved pussy was licked, sucked and slurped furiously from below. Maria squatted over Trixie, watching underneath her as Trixie's mouth explored her eagerly. Steve had waited long enough and took a chance, climbing round to be behind Maria and grabbing hold of her hips. Trixie looked up from beneath her to see Steve's balls dangling her way and his cock sliding inside the moist pussy. Maria groaned as Steve slid in and began fucking her. His cock worked her slow and long to begin with while Trixie sucked on her clit, and she seemed to love it. Trixie moved her hands alternately between Maria's soft, oily skin and Steve's balls and began reaching round to his buttocks, pushing him in, encouraging him to go faster. "Ahhhh come in me," said Maria, pushing herself back on to Steve and down on to Trixie simultaneously. Steve mounted her properly, breathing down her neck, eventually they were kissing heavily, Steve being able to taste Trixie in Maria's mouth. He was thrusting as she panted and groaned, and Trixie was using her hand to squeeze his balls, making him cum. Suddenly he shot and jolted upright, squeezing Maria's waist as he came repeatedly inside her. Trixie sucked extra hard on the clit as she heard Steve cry out, sensing Maria tense up, get close to another climax of her own. As Steve pushed in up to the hilt to deposit the final few drops of cum deep inside her, she tipped over the edge and collapsed into the sheets between Trixie's feet in a flurry of sobs and moans. Trixie was still lapping at Maria's cunt and Steve pulled out, hoping to see his cum trickle out of Maria's hole and on to his wife's beautiful face. He was not disappointed. Trixie emerged with a hot, sticky face. Those cocktails tasted so good… Siesta for Two? The following story happened about two years ago and the SIESTA as an event still exists, much to our delight. Names were changed, nothing else. This is a translation of the original story „Siesta für zwei?" on German Literotica. The events described here were the kick-off point for several other interesting encounters which I wanted to tell, hence the translation into English. Enjoy, and if you do, please do leave me a comment! * We have certainly met before, you and us. Us, that is Anja, 32 years, a mother of four, team leader in a retail bank, and me, Alex, her husband, 40 years, in field sales in IT. We possibly met on Saturdays in front of the supermarket, as the most faithful supporters of our sons at a Junior League football game, at a teacher-parent evening or a neighborhood meeting. Or maybe you saw us spill out of our MPV in front of the Zoo, 2 parents, 4 kids like organ pipes aged 2 to 12, not to forget the dog. A totally average family, maybe your neighbors. And then there are our siestas, which are anything but average. It is simply amazing what a blindfold can do: I don't see, so nobody can see me. I am not really there, it is someone else. No guilt, no shame, just lust and the animal in me. In you as well? Who are you? The blindfold is an important part of our siesta and gave us many new, many extraordinary experiences. When will you give it a try? Our siestas follow a very simple ritual, which is followed strictly: one undresses, closes his eyes, is blindfolded and enjoys, the other does what he wants or he thinks the other might want. All is possible, everything can be tried or done, until the enjoyer says 'Stop'. No discussions, no questions, but no continuation either; with ‚Stop', the siesta ends there and then. The enjoyer is covered with a blanket, the other removes any clothing, toys and decorations until the enjoyer is naked again. No questions asked afterwards. Up to this day, the siesta was interrupted only once after a mishap from my side; very unpleasant for Anja, but a bunch of flowers and the mutual trust that reigns between us set things right again. Saturday morning and the best of all wives looks at me, „Do you drive the kids to my parents? Afterwards, please do the shopping, here's the list, and why don't you take the dog out afterwards". "Huh?" I must have given her a rather puzzled impression, so she adds, "Oh come on, I put it in your agenda, the kids are at my parents the whole day". Ah, sh.... So no vintage car museum with the boys today... but then she mentions the word that makes my day. "If you want to, we'll have a siesta after lunch". I look at her hard, „A siesta, or a SIESTA?" The second time I mention the word, I wiggle my eyebrow. She flushes a deep crimson and slaps my arm, „Off you go, you naughty person, if you insist we'll make it a SIESTA." I herd the children to the car and shout back over my shoulder, "My turn today!" My wife stands in the doorway, waves us off, still flushed, but she nods. And her nipples poke through the tissue of her blouse. Ahh, bingo, it's going to be a good day! Well, ok, my turn ..... I hand over the children, do some small talk with my parents. Then, while I do my shopping mechanically, my thoughts go in circles .... My turn .... My turn ..... My turn ... that means that I am the director of our own "film" today, I decide on the plot, with Anja on center stage, her as the object of desire, my willing object. Her pleasure is not all that counts, I can enjoy the film to the full as well .... I think for a while, then go back to the car and dial a number on my mobile that I had entered roughly three weeks before. "Divine-dildo's" real name is Gerhardt. I saw his user name on an adult chat site, but was surprised to see that he described himself as hetero. Gays and dildos? Why not. Lesbians and single women, yep; but a hetero man? Divine-dildo after a long chat turned out to be a really nice, interesting fellow, with on particularity: he is prefers to enjoy women with dildos of all shapes and sizes instead of with his dick, and he pretends to be a real master of this fine art. He did not invent the user name himself. One of the ladies of the forum lively suggested the name after an encounter in real life; furthermore, she enthusiastically reported on his extraordinary skills in the "women-only" section of the forum which led to further encounters. A short check, logged into the chat as a girl confirmed Gerhardt's story .... and the best thing is, he lives only 60kms away from us. I have been thinking for quite some time to involve a third person in our games, someone that watches us, or caresses Anja while I ..... maybe even more ... I talk to Gerhardt for a while, he asks for Anja's preferences, are there any no-goes, and more practical details. We agree that he shall only appear after a text message from me and then shall wait for my sign to join in. The rest of the morning, I have a hard time controlling the turmoil on my pants and I do my best not to stare too visibly on breasts and asses of the women I see. We are finally done with lunch and Anja rises from the table. She looks fantastic in her short, light-blue dress without sleeves with a plunging neckline. She gives me a wide grin, "Siesta time." I am immediately next to her. She looks down at the tent of my pants, „Come on, big boy, your turn." I lay my hand on her neck, gently direct her towards the bedroom, see how her round bum moves under her dress and enjoy the warmth of her skin under my hand. Anja goes directly to the large walk-in wardrobe behind our bedroom. "Ok then, lets go," I hear myself say and I lean against the wall. She walks in the middle of the room, about three meters from me, reaches behind her and I hear a zipper opening in her back. She looks into my eyes, bends slightly forward and the top of her dress falls down as in a film. I try to look in her face, but finally give in and stare at her breasts in a lacey half-cup bra. Ahhh, those wonderful soft tits, somewhere between B and C-cup. Through the lace, I see the large aureoles and the nipples, that point hard at me. Her eyes do not leave mine, she wants to see the lust she gives me, reaches behind her back, unhooks her bra and lets it fall. These amazing breasts, large, round, a little sagging from their own weight. Not basket balls like in porn films, not little perky apple tits, but beautiful heavy fleshy woman's tits. I have to be careful not to assault here and now, but she knows precisely what she does and turns slowly, so that I can enjoy the sight at ease. She bends forwards from the hip. Her round tits slightly swing as the material of her dress stretches over her bum. Very slowly, in order for me to be able to stare at her tits without missing what happens to the dress, she pushes the dress over her hips and bum and lets it drop to the ground. Her bare cheeks. They are a piece of art, a one-of gift of nature: her wide hips are exactly the right size to be grabbed from behind and pull her nearer, but also give enough space to place both hands flat on her ass cheeks left and right of her crack to give it a good squeezing. The cheeks are not abundantly padded, no bubble butt, a wobbly football like you see so often on black girls. Just enough padding that you can squeeze it hard and have something in your hands, but not so much that your dick does not reach anymore for penetrating her really deep when doing her doggy style. But the real sensation is the length of her ass: other guys have to be content with little apple butts, at best a hand's width or two measured from top to bottom. I can enjoy an ass which is three and a half handwidths long from top to bottom, with a deep crack over the whole length. Bum massages never end with this ass-man's wonderland. Add to that the elastic, but firm texture, the light skin going darker towards the crack and a deep rich chocolaty brown color around her puckered asshole and you have the perfect playground for any hot-blooded male. A girl with an ass like that does not need long legs, as soon as the panties are down. Only a thin red ribbon around her hips which disappears between her cheeks indicates that she still wears a string. She looks back at me, her hand disappears between her legs and I see the red tissue move where her pussy has to be, then she peels down the tiny triangle and presents me those magnificent ass cheeks and her bare, slightly puffed pussy lips. I can hardly hold back from shooting my load when she looks at me mockingly, straightens herself and says coolly "Don't forget it's Siesta Time." I grin back at her, see how she closes her eyes and stands proudly in the middle of the room. Brown, straight hair, chin length, light skin, heavy round breasts which would never let you believe that four kids (and me) enjoyed them. I see tan lines, very very small. Ahh, she did a sunbed recently. I see the ridiculously small lighter triangles over her aureoles; her Wicked Weasel bikinis hardly even cover the legal minimum, I admire her rock hard brown nipples the size of kidney beans and let my eyes trail further south. A very slim waist, and then these fabulous wide hips. I slowly walk around her, my finger tip barely touches her hip, follows one cheek, over the chasm of her ass crack, over the other cheek, over her smooth, hairless pubis adorned with a small landing strip of brown hair, which makes it look even more naked. Smooth thighs with silky skin, shapely feet. Very exciting, and the tan lines even add to the attractive nakedness. A juicy woman's body made for my lust, no angular bony model, but a body which is made to feel pleasure, give pleasure, with which sex is fun, that invites to touch it, my personal object of desire for the next couple of hours .... „What are you waiting for?" She has one eye open, peeps at me. "Shshhhhh" I whisper, caress with my hand her eyes closing them again. I reach behind me into a shelf, take a silk scarf, lay it around her head and tie it behind her head. She still could see quite a lot, but that is beside the point, she will close her eyes anyway under the scarf. All the blindfolding, hand-tying is purely symbolic, she gives up control, is defenseless; and as she has given up all influence on what happens, cannot control, she is innocent in what happens, needs to feel no shame, she needs not resist and goes with the stream. I step behind her, whisper in her ear, „ Ready?" She answers with the first sentence of the ritual, "I am not me" "You are not you" "We are not us" Then as a question from her, "But say 'Stop' and everything ends?" And I confirm, seal the pact of confidence, „Say ‚Stop' and everything ends". Walking over to our adult wardrobe, I push back and forth the cloth hangers and finally settle for a black latex corselet with worked-in fishbone stabilizers. Perfect, very slim waist, it leaves breasts, hips, pubis uncovered, the body is held by the fishbone stabilizers (probably plastic, I think) and can be constricted very tightly with the laces in the back. I take it from the hanger, look at the naked blindfolded woman in front of me and finally push the shoulder hoops over her lower arms. She shivers under the cool plastic, goose bumps forming on her arms and her breasts. From behind, I reach around her, cup her left breast in my hand, and squeeze her nipple hard. She moans, her head flies up, she leans into me, but I step back, she stays alone in the middle of the room, the corselet dangles loosely around her naked body. I approach again from behind, loop the laces of the corselet through the eyelets. When I get to the bottom of the long row, she leans forward as she already knows what follows. I pull the laces on her back tight, very tight and constrict her body more and more. She breathes heavily, says, "Not all that hard." I hiss, "Hush!" and release the lacing a tiny little bit. Finally she stands before me, while tying I have a very hard time controlling my excitment, my dick is hard as a rock, ready to explode. I admire this statue of desire: eyes blindfold, head proudly kept up, the breasts lifted out of their latex prison, they look huge, the belly flat, the waist gleaming in Latex black, very slim, and then the wide flaring creamy hips. "Spread your thighs" Obediently, she opens her legs slightly. Her juicy meaty pussy lips are swollen and wide open as if the corselet had pushed her pussy out of her body, juicy, hungry, shameless, puffed like some tropical carnivorous plant .... I tie two thin leather straps around her wrists and order with a raspy voice „Come on then". I put my hand on her nape, push her in front of me towards the bedroom and push her onto the bed. She half kneels, half pushes herself up, the ass in the air, her upper body bent forwards, her large breasts swinging over the bed and I wonder if I should not simply ram my pole into her wide open juicy cunt. It glistens pink, open, invitingly. But then I think of the Siesta plan and postpone the impaling for later. I gently help her onto the bed, lay her comfortably on her side and cover her with a light blanket. "Ready in a sec," I say and do the last preparations. Heating up 3 degrees, unlock the large bay window door going out onto the terrace, and then the heroes of the day: Anja's pink "everyday" dildo, a trusted friend when no man is around or a third party when a man is around. Next to it, I put the transparent jellyfish dildo. For more intense experiences, much wider then Pink, a little wider even than my dick, also a bit longer. For the days when she really needs strong sensations. And then the new family friend, Dr. Lumumba. A monster of a black latex dildo which we saw a few weeks ago in the window of a sex shop. "Shall we? Just for the heck of it?" She replied, „Ahh, forget it, it will never fit me, and let us not even talk of you". As wide as my wrist, and slightly thicker, and only slightly shorter than my underarm. When I stood in the shop a few days later, even I had my doubts. The weight alone of this monster.... I weighed it in my hand. It would obviously never fit any of us .... But as a novelty object, to fool around with ... and play.... And if it really was not any use for sex, I still could use it as a club. I grinned at the thought of overpowering a burglar with my black latex dildo .... And I bought it. And thus Dr. Lumumba lies peacefully next to Pink and Jellyfish. Then the different oils: Sweet almond oil, THE humping oil, does not dry up, does not clot, even with extended strong friction, nevertheless some feeling remains, and it tastes good. Eucerine, champion of all the pregnant women in the world, less lubricating, does not clot, and even though oiled, everything remains very grippy. Perfect for oiling big tits, squeeze them, pinch the nipples and feel everything. The friction has Anja always on the brink of a thundering orgasm. And finally Vaseline, not that nice to the touch, makes you sweat underneath, but simply the best when extremely slippery is just slippery enough. My cell phone on the bed stand is on mute, then I undress. I have a hard time getting my hard cock out of the pants without it getting stuck in my briefs or ripping it off; I finally step out of my pants and briefs, take off my T-shirt and approach the bed, my hardon swinging in front of me and I slowly pull away the blanket. Anja lies on her side, motionless as if fallen asleep. I crawl to her, take her left wrist and tie it loosely with the leather strap to the bedpost. Carefully, I climb over her , my hardon leaves a frothy smear across the lacquer of the corselet and her breasts. Right, the right arm is attached as well. She now lies stretched out on her back. I place a hand under the hollow of her knee, lift her leg a little, her legs fall open and are lightly pulled up, her knees outwards. Her lap is no longer hidden between her thighs, her lips are glistening in the light, opened up wide, a small drip of love juice runs down towards the bed sheet between her thighs and the crack of her bum. She seems to like this game. I turn to the bedstand, press on my mobile phone „saved messages" and „send" in order for Gerhardt to get his „go" sign. The Eucerine bottle is first, I open the stopper, stand high above her naked breasts .... and do nothing. She feels me above her but does not know what follows. I stare down at her, see how her carotid artery begins to pulse a little and her nipples get even harder with apprehension. Finally, I slightly squeeze the bottle, a single drip falls and - smack! - lands between her breasts. She visibly cringes, and waits for more. Silently, I smear some sweet almond oil on my hands to warm it up, then I let another drip of cool Eucerine fall on her breast, unexpectedly expected, this time a bit higher on the uppestmost swelling of her left breast, close to her throat. Where will the next cool drip go? This time on the right side? On the nipple? Or on her throat? In her face? Light as a feather, I put my oily hand on her pubis, the heel above her clit, the tip of my middle finger touches ever so lightly the creases of her anus, my hand covering her like a bikini bottom. I let my hand gain weight, slightly move the fingers but leave the hand resting there. From the corner of my eyes, I see a movement, see Gerhardt step onto the terrace, careful, like a thief. He looks rather normal, middle size, slim, around forty, brown hair which is thinning a little on his forehead. It is quite a show he gets: a woman in Latex, but actually more naked than dressed, bound and helpless, and her mate with a huge erection and his hand on her pussy gives him a beaming smile. I switch on the radio, soft pop music, relaxing, soothing. With my hand over Anja's pussy, I lean forward, blow on her nipples, dribble on a bit more Eucerine. Immediately goose bumps over her upper body, the nipples point up like two erasers. I take the left nipple in my mouth, suck it lightly, twirl my tongue around it, nibble. A little moan, the first sign of life from Anja. With my freehand, I squeeze her other nipple a bit harder, suck hard on the nipple in my mouth. Anja suddenly is alive under me, writhes and moans louder. I get up, wave at Gerhardt. Without hesitating, he presses down the door latch and enters without a noise, closes the door behind himself. He looks at me questioningly, then starts to undress and stands naked next to our bed. Anja writhes more and more under my grinding, rotating hand, pleasing and warming up her pussy. Gerhardt musters with interest the lined-up dildos and nods at me. I slowly lift my hand off Anja's moist juicy pussy, Gerhard puts his hand down there on my wife. I stare down, the first guy that touches my wife since we met. She seems not to feel the difference, writhes and squirms, while he lets his hand rotate, encouraging her, heating her up. I slowly let my hand trail over her breast and pull it back. She ever so briefly starts. Gerhardt sits at my place, lays his hand lightly between her breasts. She visibly relaxes and pushes her pussy lips against the hand in her lap. I step back from the bed, now only spectator, a voyeur lewdly watching how another man touches his wife. I sit down naked in the armchair at the foot end of our bed, stroke slowly my pulsating hammer and watch how this stranger does my beautiful wife. He lets his hand climb, higher and higher, until his finger tips caress her moist lips in a slow circular movement, spreads them wide with the round-and-round of his hand. Siesta für zwei? (Die vorliegende Geschichte hat sich vor ca 2 Jahren so zugetragen und die Institution der SIESTA besteht zu unserem grossen Vergnügen immer noch. Namen wurden geändert, sonst nichts.) * Wir haben uns sicher schon irgendwo gesehen, Sie und wir. Wir, das sind Anja, 32 Jahre, Mutter von vier Kindern, von Beruf Team Leader in einer Bank, und ich, Alex, ihr Mann, 40 Jahre, Vertriebler im Aussendienst in IT. Wir haben uns gelegentlich samstags vor dem Supermarkt gesehen, als treue Fans unserer beiden Söhne bei einem Spiel der Fussball F-Jugend, bei einem Elternabend oder einer Bürgerinitiative für Verkehrsberuhigung; vielleicht auch als wir vor dem Zoo zu sechst aus unserer Grossraumlimousine hervorquellen, 4 Kinder wie die Orgelpfeifen, von 12 bis 2 und ihre Eltern, den Hund nicht zu vergessen. Eine völlig normale Familie, vielleicht Ihre Nachbarn. Aber da sind noch unsere Siestas, und die sind alles andere als normal. Es ist erstaunlich, was eine Augenbinde bewirken kann: ich sehe nichts, als kann mich keiner sehen. Eigentlich bin ich gar nicht da, das ist jemand anderes. Keine Schuld, keine Scham, nur Lust und das Tier in mir. Auch in Dir? Wer bist Du? Die Augenbinde gehört zu der Siesta und hat uns schon viel Neues, Ungewöhnliches beschert. Probieren Sie's bei Gelegenheit mal aus.... Unsere Siestas folgen einem sehr einfachen Ritual, das streng beachtet wird: der eine entkleidet sich, schliesst die Augen, lässt sich eine Augenbinde anlegen und geniesst, der andere macht was er will oder er denkt der andere will. Alles geht, alles kann probiert oder getan werden, bis der Geniesser „Halt" sagt. Keine Diskussion, keine Fragen, aber auch keine Fortsetzung; bei Halt endet die Siesta. Der Geniesser wird zugedeckt, der andere entfernt alle Utensilien und Bekleidungsstücke bis der Geniesser wieder nackt ist. Es werden keine Fragen danach gestellt, es wird nicht weitergemacht, wo man aufgehört hat. Bisher wurde die Siesta nur einmal mit „Halt" unterbrochen, nach einem Missgeschick meinerseits, sehr unangenehm für Anja, aber nach einem Blumenstrauss war wieder alles im Lot. Samstag früh und die beste aller Ehefrauen schaut mich an. „Fährst Du die Kinder zu meinen Eltern? Danach bitte noch einkaufen, hier hast Du die Liste, und den Hund kannst Du auch gleich mitnehmen". „Häh?" ich muss etwas verständnislos geschaut haben, denn sie setzt hinzu:" Ich habs Dir doch in den Kalender geschrieben, die Kinder sind heute bei meinen Eltern bis Abends". Mist, also kein Automuseum mit den Jungs .... aber dann sagt sie das Wort, das alles wieder ins Lot rückt. „Wenn Du zurück bist können wir nach dem Essen ´ne Siesta machen". Ich schaue sie scharf an „Eine Siesta, oder ein SIESTA?" und wackle beim zweiten Mal mit der Augenbraue. Sie wird knallrot, boxt mich in die Seite „Los hau schon ab, Du Rübezahl, von mir aus auch ein SIESTA." Ich scheuche die Kinder vor mir her zur Türe hinaus Richtung Auto und rufe über die Schulter zurück: „Ich bin dran". Meine Frau steht mit hochrotem Gesicht in der Tür, nickt aber. Und unter Ihrer Bluse zeichnen sich Ihre Brustwarzen ab.... Bingo, der Tag ist gerettet. Hmm, ich bin dran.... Während ich die Kinder abliefere, etwas small talk mit den Schwiegereltern betreibe, einkaufe, „Fleischwarenfachverkäuferin", wirbeln meine Gedanken. Ich bin dran.... ich bin dran... Das heisst ich darf heute etwas in Szene setzen, mit Anja im Mittelpunkt, sie als Zentrum, als Lustobjekt, als Objekt, aber es muss durchaus nicht nur ihr gefallen, ich darf auch meinen Spass haben. Ich überlege, setze mich zurück ins Auto und wähle schliesslich eine Nummer, die ich vor ca. 3 Wochen gespeichert habe. Göttlicher Dildo (divine_dildo) heisst im wirklichen Leben Gerhardt. Ich habe seinen Benutzernamen auf einem Sex-Chat gesehen, fand das aber in der Hetero-Abteilung etwas merkwürdig. Gays? Warum nicht. Lesben oder Singelfrauen auch ok; aber eine Heteromann? Göttlicher Dildo stellte sich nach längerem Chat als sehr interessanter, netter Zeitgenosse heraus, mit einer Besonderheit: er besorgt es Frauen lieber und mit wachsender Begeisterung mit Dildos aller Formen und Grössen als mit seinem Schwanz und behauptete, es darin zu echter Meisterschaft gebracht zu haben. Der Spitzname stammte denn auch nicht von ihm, sondern von einer Frau im Forum, die ihm bei einer Lifebegegnung diesen Namen nahegelegt hatte und für ihn in der „women only" Abteilung des Forums energisch die Werbetrommel gerührt hatte. Ein kurzer Check, eingeloggt im Forum als Lady bestätigt die Geschichte...... Und das Beste: Gerhardt wohnt nur etwa 60km weg von uns. Ich habe schon lange darüber nachgedacht, einen Dritten in unser Spiel einzubeziehen, vielleicht als Spanner, jemand, der Anja streichelt während ich ...... vielleicht auch mehr ..... Ich spreche eine Weile mit Gerhardt, er fragt genau nach Anja's Vorlieben, was Tabu ist und wie es ganz praktisch ablaufen könnte. Wir verständigten uns, dass er erst auf ein SMS von mir erscheinen soll und dann auf mein Zeichen wartet. Ich verbringe den weiteren Morgen damit zu versuchen, meinen Ständer unter Kontrolle zu bringen und den Frauen unterwegs nicht allzu deutlich auf die Brüste und den Hintern zu starren vor lauter Gier. Endlich ist auch das Mittagessen hinter uns gebracht und Anja erhebt sich. Sie sieht zum Anbeissen aus ein einem kurzen, hellblauen ärmellosen Kleid mit tiefem Dekolltée. Sie grinst mich breit an: „Siesta time". Ich stehe sofort neben ihr. Sie schaut auf meine deutliche Erektion. „Na komm, Hartmann. Du bist dran" sagt sie lachend. Ich lege meine Hand locker auf ihren Nacken, schiebe sie vor mir her in Richtung Schlafzimmer, sehe wie sich ihr runder Po unter dem Stoff bewegt, geniesse ihre warme Haut unter meiner Hand. Anja geht direkt in das Ankleidezimmer hinter unserem Schlafzimmer und sieht mich fragend an. „Na denn mal los" sage ich und lehne mich an die Wand. Sie stellt sich 3 Meter vor mich, sieht mich an, greift hinter sich und ich höre wie der Reissverschluss sich in ihrem Rücken öffnet. Sie schaut mir in die Augen, neigt sich leicht nach vorne, so dass das Oberteil filmreif nach vorne fällt. Ich versuche weiter in Ihr Gesicht zu sehen, starre aber dann doch auf Ihre Brüste in einem schwarzen Halbschalen-BH. Ahhh, diese wunderbaren, weichen grossen Kugeln, irgendwo zwischen B und C-Cup. Durch die Spitze sehe ich ihre grossen Vorhöfe und die Nippel, die sich durch den Stoff drücken. Sie schaut mir weiterhin gerade in die Augen, will die Lust sehen, die sie mir bereitet, greift erneut hinter sich, hakt den BH auf und lässt ihn einfach auf den Boden fallen. Diese Wahnsinnstitten, gross, rund und ein klein wenig durch ihr eigenes Gewicht nach unten gezogen. Nicht Basketbälle wie in Pornofilmen, nicht kleine aufgetürmte Apfeltittchen, sondern schöne schwere Frauenbrüste. Ich muss aufpassen, dass ich nicht gleich hier und jetzt über sie herfalle, aber sie weiss genau was sie tut und dreht sich langsam um, so dass ich diese fleischgewordenen Statue ausgiebig betrachten kann. Als sie sich dreiviertel gedreht hat, beginnt sich sich ganz langsam und steif aus der Hüfte vorzubeugen. Ihre runden Titten beginnen leicht zu baumeln während sich der Stoff des Kleides über ihrem Hintern spannt. Schön langsam, so dass ich auf ihre Titten starren kann und gleichzeitig sehe was mit dem Kleid passiert zieht sie das Kleid über ihren Hintern hinunter und lässt es fallen. Ich starre auf Ihren nackten Po. Er ist ein Prachtsstück, eine Einzelanfertigung der Natur: dank der breiten Hüften hat er genau die richtige Breite, um von hinten um die Hüften zu greifen und sie an mich heranzuziehen, aber auch genug Platz, um die Hände links und rechts der Kimme platt auf die Backen zu legen und sie fest durchzuwalken. Die Backen sind nicht übertrieben gepolstert, kein bubble butt wie ein wabbeliger Fussball, wie man es bei Schwarzen manchmal sieht. Gerade so gepolstert, dass man kräftig zugreifen kann und einiges in der Hand hat, aber nicht so dass der Schwanz durch die dicken Backen zu kurz wird, um in der Hundeposition richtig tief einzufahren. Aber das eigentlich Sensationelle ist die Länge ihres Prachtarsches: während sich andere arme Kerle mit einem Apfelpopöchen zufriedengeben müssen, das gerade mal eine Handbreit oder anderthalb von ben nach unten misst, kann ich mich mit dreieinhalb Handbreiten Polänge vergnügene, mit einer tiefen Arschspalte über die ganze Länge. Pomassagen nehmen kein Ende bei der Länge und Breite dieses Wunderwerkes. Dazu kommt elastische-straffe Struktur ihres Prachtsarsches, ihre helle Haut und der leicht dunklere Farbton in der Ritze, der zu Schokoladenbraun direkt um ihre gefältelte Rosette wird. Wer so einen tollen Arsch hat, der braucht keine langen Beine, zumindest nicht wenn der Slip erstmal aus ist. Nur ein dünnes rotes Bändchen um ihre Hüfte, das oben zwischen ihren Arschbacken verschwindet zeigt, dass Sie noch einen String trägt. Sie schaut zu mir zurück, ich sehe ihre Hand zwischen ihren Beinen verschwinden, der Stoff wölbt sich kurz wo Ihre Pussy sein muss, dann pellt sie das winzige Stoffdreieck herunter und hält mir ihren strammen Arsch und ihre nackten, leichte angeschwollenen Lippen entgegen. Ich bin kurz vor dem Abschiessen, als sie mich belustigt anschaut, sich aufrichtet und sagt „Nicht vergessen, Siesta time". Ich grinse zurück, sehe wie sie die Augen schliesst und in der Mitte des Raumes stehenbleibt. Ich trete etwas näher an sie heran, betrachte sie eingehend von Kopf bis Fuss. Braune, glatte kinnlange Haare, eine helle Haut, grosse schwere Brüste, denen man nicht ansieht, dass sich damit 4 Kinder und ich vergnügt haben. Leichte Bikinistreifen, sehr sehr schmal. Aha, sie war im Solarium. Ich sehe die winzigen Dreiecke über den grossen Vorhöfen ihrer Brustwarzen, der Wicked Weasel Bikini bedeckt kaum das Allernötigste, bestaune die nun steinharten braunen Nippel und lassen dann meine Blick abwärts wandern. Eine schmale Taille, unter der die Hüften sich fraulich weiten. Ich gehe um sie herum, lasse meine Fingerspitzen ganz sanft über die runde Hüfte streichen, über die tiefe Ritze zwischen den Hinterbacken, über die andere Hüfte, über die rasierte Scham, die nur durch einen kleinen Streifen brauner Haar verziert wird. Glatte Schenkel mit seidiger Haut, schöne Füsse..... Sehr anziehend, wirkt mit den Bikinistreifen fast noch nackter. Eine saftige Frauenfigur geschaffen für meine Lust, kein verhungertes Modell, sondern ein Körper, mit dem Sex Spass macht, wo man zulangen kann, mein persönliches Lustobjekt für die nächsten Stunden..... „Worauf wartest Du?" Sie hat ein Auge geöffnet und plienzt mich an."Schschschhhhhhh" wispere ich, streiche ihr mit einer Hand sanft über die Augen, so dass sie sie wieder schliesst. Ich greife hinter mir in das Regal, nehme einen Seidenschal heraus, lege ihn ihr um den Kopf und verknote ihn leicht seitlich. Wenn sie wollte könnte sie noch recht viel sehen, aber darum geht es nicht, sie wird ihre Augen eh' schliessen unter dem Schal. All das Augen-verbinden und Arme-festbinden ist rein symbolisch, sie gibt die Kontrolle auf, ist wehrlos, und weil sie das Geschehen völlig aus der Hand gibt, wehrlos und ausgeliefert ist, muss niemand Scham fühlen, dann sie kann nichts dagegen tun. Ich trete hinter sie, flüstere ihr ins Ohr: „Fertig?" Sie antwortet mit unserer Ritualformel: „Ich bin nicht ich" „Du bist nicht Du" „Wir sind nicht wir" Dann als Frage von ihr:"Aber ein Halt! unterbricht alles?" Und ich bestätige, besiegle die Vereinbarung:"Ein Halt! Unterbricht alles". Dann gehe ich zum Schweine-Schrank, schiebe die Kleiderbügel hin und her und bleibe schliesslich bei einer schwarzen Latexkorsage mit Stäbchenkorsett stehen. Perfekt, sehr schmale Taille, die Brüste, Hüften, Schoss und Po bleiben frei, der Körper wird durch die Stäbchen gehalten und kann durch eine Schnürung im Rücken fest eingeschnürt werden. Ich nehme das Teil vom Bügel, schaue auf das geile nackte Weib mit der Augenbinde vor mir und schiebe ihr schliesslich die Schulterbügel über die Arme. Sie schaudert unter dem kühlen Plastik, ich sehe die Gänsehaut auf ihren Armen und auf ihren Brüsten. Von hinten greife ich um sie herum, umfasse die linke Brust und kneife die harte braune Brustwarze. Sie stöhnt, ihr Kopf fliegt hoch, sie lehnt sich leicht zurück, aber ich weiche aus, sie bliebt allein in der Mitte des Raumes stehen, die Korsage offen um ihren nackten Körper baumelnd. Ich trete wieder von hinten an sie heran, fädle die Bändel durch die Ösen. Als ich unten angekommen bin lehnt sie sich nach vorne, denn sie weiss was jetzt kommt. Ich ziehe die Schnüre in ihrem Rücken fest zu, sehr eng und schnüre ihren Körper fester und fester ein. Sie atmet schwer, sagt irgendwann: "Nicht ganz so fest" Ich flüstere in ihr Ohr: "Still" und lasse die Schnürung eine Idee lockerer. Schliesslich steht sie vor mir, während des Schnürens habe ich meinen Schwanz kaum mehr unter Kontrolle, er steht kurz vor dem Platzen. Ich bewundere dieses Sexobjekt: Augen verbunden, Kopf stolz erhoben, die Brüste aus dem Dekolletéé hervorgehoben und hochgedrückt wirken riesig aber weich, der Bauch sehr flach, die Taille schwarzlatexglänzend sehr schmal, darunter breite Hüften. „Mach die Beine auseinander" Gehorsam stellt sie sich etwas breitbeiniger hin. Ihre fleischigen Schamlippen stehen deutlich vor, als würden sie durch den Druck der Korsage aus ihrer Möse ins Freie gepresst, saftig, gierig aufgeschwollen wie eine tropische fleischfressende Pflanze ...... Ich lege noch zwei dünne Riemen um ihre Handgelenke, dann befehle ich mit rauer Stimme „Komm mit". Ich fasse sie wieder im Genick, schiebe sie vor mir her ins Schlafzmmer und schubse sie aufs Bett. Wie sie da so halb kniet, halb aufgestützt ist, der Po in die Höhe, der Oberkörper vornüber geneigt, die grosse Brüsten frei schaukelnd über dem Bett überlege ich, ob ich ihr nicht einfach meinen dick geschwollenen Schwanz in die Muschi rammen soll. Sie leuchtet mir rosa, feucht und einladend offen entgegen. Aber dann denk ich an meinen Siestaplan und verschiebe das Aufspiessen auf später. Ich helfe ihr aufs Bett, lege sie bequem auf die Seite und decke sie mit einer leichten Decke zu. „Bin gleich so weit". Und dann beginne ich mit den letzten Vorbereitungen. Heizung zwei Grad hochdrehen, Tür der grossen Scheibe zum Garten aufschliessen, und dann die Helden des Tages: Anjas kleiner rosa Alttagsvibrator, ein verlässlicher Freund wenn kein Mann da ist oder auch wenn einer da ist als Dritter im Bunde. Daneben lege ich den durchsichtigen Jellyfisch-Dildo. Für intensivere Begegnungen,wesentlich breiter als Rosa, etwas breiter als mein Schwanz, etwas länger auch. Eben nur, wenn sie es mal wieder ganz genau wissen will. Und dann der neue Hausfreund, Dr. Lumumba. Ein Monstrum von einem schwarzen Latexdildo, den wir neulich in einem Sexshop im Fenster gesehen haben. „Sollen wir, nur so zum Spass?". „Vergiss es" meinte Anja, „den krieg ich im Leben nicht rein, und Du schon dreimal nicht" So breit wie mein Handgelenk und etwas dicker, und nur unwesentlich kürzer als mein Unterarm. Als ich ein paar Tage später in dem Laden stehe um ihn heimlich zu kaufen, beginne ich selber zu zweifeln. Allein das Gewicht dieses Monstrums .... Ich wiege ihn in der Hand. Passen würde der natürlich nie bei einem von uns .... Aber so als Spassobjekt, zum rumalbern und --spielen.... Und wenn er wirklich nicht zum Sex taugt könnte ich ihn immer noch als Totschläger benutzen. Ich grinse bei dem Gedanken, einen Einbrecher mit Hilfe eines schwarzen Latexdildos zu „übermannen". Und nun liegt also Dr. Lumumba mit Rosa und dem Jellyfisch einträchtig nebeneinander. Daneben die Öle: Süssmandelöl, das Ficköl schlechthin, trocknet nicht ein, klumpt nicht auch bei starker, langer Reibung, es bleibt immer noch etwas Reibung erhalten, so dass man alles spürt, und es schmeckt gut. FreiÖl, Liebling aller schwangerer Frauen, gleitet weniger gut, klumpt nicht, und alles was eingeölt wird bleibt herrlich griffig. Herrlich, um dicke Titten einzureiben und sie dann durchzuknete, die Brustwarzen zu zwirbeln. Die Reibung bringt Anja regelmässig bis dicht an die Grenze. Und schliesslich Vaseline, etwas unangenehm, hitzend, aber unschlagbar, wenn es einfach nur extrem rutschen soll ..... Schnell noch das Handy auf den Nachttisch, auf stumm geschaltet. Dann ausziehen. Ich kämpfe damit, meinen Ständer aus der Hose zu bekommen, ohne ihn in der Unterhose zu verheddern und abzureissen, dann trete ich nackt mit wippendem Ständer an das Bett und ziehe langsam die Decke weg. Anja liegt wie schlafend auf der Seite und rührt sich nicht. Ich krieche zu ihr hin, nehme das linke Handgelenk und binde es locker mit dem Bändel an den linken Bettpfosten. Vorsichtig steige ich über sie drüber, mein Ständer hinterlässt eine schaumige Spur quer über den Lack der Korsage und ihre Brüste. So, der rechte Arm ist auch am Bettpfosten fest. Sie liegt nun ausgestreckt auf dem Rücken. Vorsichtig hebe ich jeweils ein Bein unter der Kniekehle an, so dass die Knie hochragen, die Beine leicht angewinkelt sind und der Schoss weit offen steht. Die Schamlippen glänzen im schwachen Licht und haben sich schon weit geöffnet, ein kleiner Tropfen Mösensaft rinnt zwischen ihrem glatten Schenkel und der Pofalte in Richtung Laken. Ihr scheint das Spiel zu gefallen. Ich beuge mich zum Nachttisch, drücke auf dem Handy auf „Gespeicherte Nachrichten" und „Senden", so dass Gerhart die Nachricht „Los gehts" erhält. Vorsichtig drehe ich die FreiÖl-Flasche auf, beuge mich hoch über ihre freien Brüste und warte. Sie spürt mich über sich, weiss aber nicht was kommt. Weiter starre auf nur auf sie hinab, sehe wie ihre Halsschlagader beginnt zu pulsieren und die Warzen ihrer Brüste sich vor Erwartung versteifen. Schliesslich drücke ich leicht auf die Flasche, ein einziger Tropfen löst sich und klatscht ölig-kalt mitten zwischen ihre Brüste. Sie zuckt sichtlich zusammen, wartet auf mehr. Ich gebe leise etwas Mandelöl auf meine Hand um es anzuwärmen, lasse dann wieder einen Tropfen FreiÖl auf ihre Brüste tropfen, kühl, unerwartet erwartet, diesmal höher, am Ansatz der linken Brust, fast schon auf den Hals. Wohin geht der nächste kühle Tropfen? Diesmal rechts? Auf die Warze? Oder auf den Hals? Ins Gesicht? Federleicht lege ich meine ölige Hand auf ihre Scham, die Kuppe des Mittelfingers berührt ganz leicht ihre Porosette, die Hand deckt ihre Scheide wie ein Bikinidreieck zu. Langsam lasse ich die Hand sinken, schwerer werden, bewege die Finger leicht, lasse die Hand aber als ganzes ruhen. Aus den Augenwinkeln sehe ich eine Bewegung, sehe Gerhart auf die Terasse treten, leise, etwas verstohlen. Er sieht völlig normal aus, mittelgross, schlank, um die vierzig, mit mittelbraunen Haaren, die auf der Stirn etwas schütter werden. Muss kein schlechter Anblick sein für ihn: eine Frau in Latex, aber eigentlich nackter als nackt, völlig ausgeliefert und gebunden, und ihr Kerl mit einem Mordsständer und der Hand auf ihrer Muschi grinst ihn breit an. Denn stelle ich das Radio auf dem Nachttisch an, seichte Unterhaltungsmusik, entspannend, versöhnlich. Mit der Hand auf der Muschi beuge ich mich vor, blase leicht auf Anjas Brustwarzen, tröpfle dann etwas mehr FreiÖl auf. Sofort kommt die Gänsehaut über den ganzen Oberkörper, die Nippel stehen hart ab wie zwei Radiergummis. Ich nehme die linke Warze zwischen meine Lippen und sauge daran, zwirble meine Zunge um sie herum, knabbere etwas. Ein leichtes Stöhnen, das erste Lebenszeichen von Anja. Ich greife mit meiner freien Hand nach ihrer anderen Warze und reibe sie etwas ungestümer, sauge heftig an dem Knopf in meinem Mund. Anja belebt sich, windet sich leicht unter mir und stöhnt lauter. Ich sehe auf, winke Gerhard zu. Ohne zu zögern drückt er die Klinke herunter und tritt lautlos ein, schliest die Tür hinter sich. Er sieht mich fragend an, beginnt sich dann aber auch auszuziehen und stellt sich neben das Bett.