3 comments/ 23148 views/ 9 favorites The Art of Intimacy By: Antonio_y_Cleopatra "I think Mom just has the hots for you," Rebecca laughed, as I related what Cindy had told me. "Good to know—it'll help me keep you in line," I shot back. "Ooooooh. Now that he's married he's talking big, huh?" "Don't you forget it, either, baby." We both laughed. Rebecca and I had sassed each other as friends before we even started dating. Nothing had changed as we grew closer together, including after our marriage a few months ago. "So are we going to do anything about what she told you?" Rebecca asked, raising an eyebrow. "Yeah, I'm up for anything that will keep me in touch with that tight little body," I replied, getting an eye-roll from Rebecca. "Why am I not surprised?" Then she got serious. "But I'll play this little game. You're on." I winked back, my cock stiffening at some wicked ideas. I thought back to the conversation with Cindy just a few minutes before: "Chris, both Jack and I are thrilled that you and Rebecca are married, and we truly like seeing you around. You're family. But I remember my early married years, and finding a place to get away with Jack was really important. We would like you to think of our house as a place to get away, and we don't want you to feel awkward around us. We really are OK with you and Rebecca showing your affection for each other. Treat our house as your own, and completely enjoy and love each other with our blessing. We want you to have fun so you'll come back." "Thanks, Cindy," I said quickly, a hot flush creeping up my face. I kept going to avoid an uncomfortable silence. "I really like coming here, and I know that Rebecca adores you two. Don't worry, you'll see us around." Cindy smiled. "Good to hear. Now, you'll remember what I said? Affection?" She pursed her lips and blew me a kiss. "Yes, M'am, I'll remember." "Keep my little girl happy, Chris. In fact, you might want to go find her now." "I'll do that," I replied, turning from the room, a little relieved to avoid any more embarrassment. But I was also strangely excited. What was Cindy telling me? Rebecca seemed to know as she looked back at me. "I've been wanting to spend some time by the pool. I've got a new bikini to try. Interested?" "Maybe," I drawled. "Uh-huh. And 'maybe' you like sex, too." Rebecca went into the bathroom to change, so she could "surprise me." I got my shorts on and walked out to the pool. Cindy and Jack were already reclining on some loungers, reading the morning paper. The views included the hills and town of Santa Rosa spread out below us. The house featured an open layout, but it provided privacy due to the hilltop location. Rebecca and I welcomed the change from our condo in the Bay Area. A sharp intake of breath pulled my attention away from the book I had started. I looked over and my mouth went dry. Rebecca was walking over with her bikini top in her hand. She carried her breasts proudly, and a cheshire grin animated her face. My eyes flicked over to Jack's, and they were bugging out of his head. I could understand why: Rebecca sported gorgeous B-cup breasts that sat firm and high on her chest. They fit her athletic build perfectly, and her stiff nipples completed the picture. Jack tore his eyes away and busied himself back in his paper. I looked over to Cindy and noticed her smile at her husband's discomfort. "Help me with the lotion?" Rebecca asked as she daintily took a lounge next to me. "Sure," I replied. I took the bottle and slid in behind her. "This is nice!" I remarked as I smoothed the lotion over her back. "So much easier without the strings and straps in the way." "Uh-huh. I guess I should always sunbathe this way?" "Works for me," I chirped back. Rebecca had sunbathed topless before, but that was overseas. This was a little more intimate with her parents so near. "In that case, you better get the front, too. Wouldn't want to get burned there—it would ruin all the fun later. In fact, now that you have your hands covered, you should go ahead and do everything." "Are you sure?" I whispered back. "Scared?" "Me? Not on your life." "Liar," she whispered back to me. I laughed as I smoothed the lotion over her arms. OK, if I was a little nervous, I sure wasn't going to let her know. I got each arm covered, and then I worked around her neck. As I moved up to her face, I snuggled in closer so I could get it right. Rebecca closed her eyes and hummed as I gently massaged the cool liquid over her nose and cheeks. Finishing that, I moved my hands confidently over the tops of her shoulders, but I stopped before I went too far. Getting another blob of lotion, I touched both cool hands to her abdomen, causing her to tense and shudder. "Bastard. I bet you planned that." "Don't want you to burn, do we?" I asked in a voice full of innocence. "Shut up and do me," she shot back. "Yes, Ma'am." I got her abdomen fully coated, gently laughing as she squirmed under my hands. Then, I got a couple more squirts of lotion and rubbed them together. I made a show of warming my hands up. I could see Rebecca's shoulders tense—I let her wonder. It was time. I brought my hands around her again, and then I cupped them over her breasts. "Uuuummmmmm." Rebecca sighed. Her breasts heaved under my hands. The hard nipples pushed into my palms as I smeared the lotion over her straining chest. "Get them covered but good!" Rebecca commanded loudly. The girl had spirit, I'll have to give her that. I never looked up, but I could feel Jack's eyes locked onto the hands groping his daughter's breasts. I chuckled as I worked the lotion into her sensitive skin, paying special attention to her nipples. "How long are you going to keep doing that?" Rebecca whispered breathlessly. "Scared?" "Bastard!" "I don't know about that," I whispered, coming close to her ear. "I think I might aspire to 'motherfucker,' though. Cindy's pretty hot." "You're an evil man," she whispered back. "Good thing I snared you before you found out," I said, getting a shudder and moan as I twisted her nipples. I granted Rebecca mercy and let go of her chest before she got too worked up. Now it was time for her lower half. I only teased her a little, figuring we had pushed it enough for one day. While doing Rebecca's feet, I let my eyes flick up and I caught Cindy's wink. I allowed myself a small smile. We enjoyed the sun through the rest of the morning, with Rebecca getting both sides evenly exposed. "I think I'm going to go inside and take a nap," Rebecca announced as she sat up. "Want to join me, Chris?" "That sounds like a great idea." I stood and held out my hand, and Rebecca took it. We walked back into the house, her breasts jutting just as they did in the morning. Jack made a good show of not looking. Cindy looked the entire time, smirking at her daughter. We got to our room, and Rebecca yanked me inside. I didn't have time to close the door before she threw me down on the bed. Needless to say, the open window to the pool area continued to let a pleasant breeze circulate through the room. "I'm going to screw your lights out, Chris, so get ready." Rebecca whipped off her bikini bottom, and the sent of hot pussy filled my nostrils. My primitive brain reacted to a girl in heat, and my cock was already rock hard as Rebecca grabbed my shorts and got them down and off. She straddled me and sank down on my pole in one motion. Her pussy was on fire, and the liquid heat swallowed my cock easily. "Oh, fuck yeah!" she moaned, loud enough for anyone to hear. Her hand drifted between her legs to find her swollen clit. I reached up to her breasts and found her rock-hard nipples with my fingers. I twisted them firmly, knowing that Rebecca was already far along. She must have been simmering the entire time she was out by the pool. She moaned her pleasure. I looked up into her face, framed by her long brunette hair. Her expressive brown eyes told me everything about how this display of "affection" was turning her on. Those eyes caught mine and held them, also communicating her deep love for me. "I love you, Rebecca," I said clearly. "I know," she replied, her eyes twinkling in amusement. I settled back and let her ride me. Her pussy caressed my cock, each stroke a little different, making the nerve endings tingle. Occasionally I could feel her fingertips brush against me from her clitoral massage. We worked together, each feeling the other's journey to orgasm. Remembering that I didn't have to be quiet—in fact Rebecca didn't want me to be quiet—I let myself respond to her with groans and gasps as she worked me over. Rebecca immediately reciprocated, and I felt her pussy tighten as she communicated her approval. We both knew that our lovemaking was clearly audible throughout the house and pool area. I could see it in her eyes—this was turning her on something fierce. Rebecca let go of any restraint, and the room reverberated with her lusty sounds of delight. Her hips changed from making love to pure rutting, with intense orgasm her goal. I clamped down on her nipples, knowing she wanted it hard. "I'm gonna cum!" she gasped. I looked down to see her blurred fingers mashing her flushed clit, and I could feel droplets of moisture spraying over my hips. My orgasm rushed up to consume me, fueled by Rebecca's raw sexuality. I saw her throw her head back and cry out just before I went rigid. My cum surged past her clamping pussy, bringing intense pleasure as it shot into her. I grunted through each spasm, my body heaving beneath her. Rebecca collapsed on top of me, crushing her chest to mine but keeping my cock secure inside her as we twitched through the aftershocks. Her ragged breaths caressed my cheek as she buried her head in the pocket above my shoulder. "Oh, my, God, Chris, that was awesome!" "Parading around topless turned you on a bit, huh?" "And then making a lot of noise while I fucked you silly, yeah," she chuckled. "Feel free to do it anytime. I like a turned-on Rebecca." "I kind of got that. You were slate hard." "Yeah. Horny girls who jump on for a ride kind of do that to me." "And then making sure the girl's parents know about it—does that help any? Wait—don't answer that. I can feel you getting hard again. You're a wicked little boy, aren't you?" "Always. That's why I glad I'm in bed with a wicked little girl." "Maybe sometime you'll find out just how wicked," Rebecca said enigmatically. I felt her cheeks stretch into a smile as my cock hardened some more. We both rested with our thoughts. "Do you hear that, Chris?" "Yeah. Sounds like your parents were inspired by their wicked daughter and son." "No kidding. Now slide in behind me and be quiet!" I slid from beneath Rebecca, and she settled onto the bed, stretching her legs out. I moved on top as she hiked her hips up, giving me access to her swollen sex. As I lined up and slotted my cock, her hand drifted under her hips. I slowly pushed inside, to a low moan. We slowly ground against each other while our ears strained to pick up the sounds of lovemaking from Cindy and Jack. I looked down to see Rebecca's eyes tightly closed. She was clearly in her own world. Soon, we weren't straining our ears anymore. Cindy and Jack's moans were punctuated by the sounds of slapping flesh. It sure sounded like Cindy was on her knees, with Jack pounding into her from behind. With my earlier orgasm, I could just relax and enjoy while Rebecca and I continued to push into each other. We kept at it for a while. Rebecca's ass started to rotate beneath me. She shifted to balance her head on her chin, and the cords of her neck tightened. I watched, fascinated, while Rebecca set her body up for maximum tension. "Ohhhhhh," Rebecca breathed. I felt her pussy get both wetter and tighter, and my cock tingled to know she was so hot. She pushed her chest into the bed, and then her hips bent up and started thrusting back into me. She was balanced on her chin, chest, and knees, and each muscle strained to hold her body rigid. I was swept along in the tide of Rebecca's sexuality, and I suddenly realized that I was rock hard and close to cumming. "Holy shit," I gasped. Rebecca slammed her hips back into me, jolting me yet again. Fuck, I hoped she came soon, because she had me. I pushed down on the explosion building inside me, trying to contain it a little longer. Rebecca braced herself, her body taut, the only moving thing her hand blurring on her clit. A blush encircled her neck and crept down her arms. I knew she was close. Her body hovered on the brink, sank down briefly, and then shot outward, slamming her hips back into mine. Her spasming pussy engulfed my cock and wrenched my orgasm out of me. We both cried out with the force of it. My cock spurted into the depths of Rebecca's pussy and continued to dry heave, the pleasure nearly painful. I had nearly all of my weight pressing down into Rebecca's ass, but she held me like a rigid platform. We twitched and moaned through the recovery. Finally, Rebecca collapsed into a sweaty mess below me. I followed her down, keeping my weight light, to give a gentle kiss to her neck. "Mmmmmmm," she hummed, letting me know that she wanted me to stay in place. I did, giving Rebecca space to wind down whatever dark thoughts were working through her consciousness. A long sigh let me know that she was coming back, and I gently pulled out of her, to further twitches from both of us. "Wow," I said as I eased down beside her. "Something intense was going on with you." "Every kind of wrong and perverted fantasy was going through my mind right then," Rebecca admitted. "And I was on fire." "If you're willing, I'll ask about those fantasies some time. I'm just glad that I got to see you like that." "Are you now? Still my wicked little boy?" "You keep that up, and I'll always be your wicked little boy." We finally took that nap, then got cleaned up together and went looking for Cindy and Jack. "Refreshing nap?" Cindy asked as we found them by the pool, enjoying happy hour. "Very," Rebecca returned easily. "We were inspired. Good vibes in the house." "There certainly were," Cindy answered, reaching over to clink glasses with Jack. We all laughed. Cindy cornered me that evening. "I'm gratified to see my son take my advice to heart. And so soon." "I've always heard that you want good relations with your wife's parents," I answered. "Besides, the advice was pretty easy to follow." "For both of you, apparently," Cindy observed. "Jack about had a heart attack when Rebecca came out to the pool." "I think that Rebecca lives for the times when she can abuse the men in her life." "The apple doesn't fall very far from the tree, does it?" Cindy answered with a laugh. "Not a bit," I replied. "Better keep that in mind," she advised, then she gave me a quick peck on the cheek and was gone. The next afternoon found Rebecca and I driving back down toward the Bay area. "So yesterday afternoon was pretty hot," I casually remarked. "I wondered how long you could wait before you pestered me about those fantasies," Rebecca countered, lightly punching me on the shoulder. "I thought I did pretty well. I mean, my wife tells me she has 'wrong and perverted' fantasies, and I wait an entire day to dig into that? Are you kidding me? Remember, I'm a wicked little boy. I live for wrong and perverted." Rebecca laughed. "Yeah, I kind of figured that out before I married you. So what do you want to know?" "Tell me what you were thinking when you had me slide in behind you." "Straight to the good stuff, huh?" Rebecca commented. "OK, here's the deal." She looked over, and her brown eyes flashed at me. "And, like, by the way, you're sooo dead if you ever let a word of this get out, right?" "Rebecca, how do you expect me to dig up and exploit your wicked side if you're worried that I'll spill? I'm saying nothing." "A guy finally tells me something about sex that makes sense," she deadpanned. "OK, you convinced me. But I need to get a little more comfortable first." Rebecca shifted in her seat, and one of her hands wandered over to find my leg. "So maybe yesterday wasn't the first day that Mom witnessed me having an orgasm," Rebecca began. My cock instantly strained against my jeans. "I was in my last year of high school. Eighteen and full of hormones. Of course I played with myself to relieve the pressure. Not much has changed there." She laughed at my grin. "Anyway, one rainy Saturday afternoon I was reading this steamy novel, and my hand started playing where it shouldn't. Soon, I was pulling my clothes off, and then I pulled the covers back on the bed to get in the proper mood. I had one hand between my legs, and another playing with my chest. Things were heating up nicely, and I forgot about the book and just concentrated on the good things happening with my naughty parts." "You know how you hit that point where the orgasm is going to happen—it's only a question of how hard?" she asked. I nodded. "Well, that's exactly where I was. The tingles were shooting down my legs, and I had a few seconds to get my big 'O' just right. Not exactly the right time to remember that the door was ajar." I laughed. "Yeah, anyone could guess where this story was going. I look up, and there Mom is. She must have come to knock about something, but I was too far gone to hear anything." "So what do I do? I'm so far along that I've lifted my butt off the bed. One hand is working my little clitty hard, and the other is clamping a nipple. In a split second I realize two things. First, Mom's seeing everything and there's nothing I can hide. Second, I'm going to come anyway, and I sure don't want to waste a good one." "I get that." "No doubt. Anyway, I just roll my eyes back and go for it. I mean, I don't hold anything back. And I come like a freight train. So hard that I see stars. Moaning, whimpering, the whole works." "I forget everything and just rock against myself, squeezing every drop out of the biggest orgasm I've ever had. It takes a while. Finally, I lower my stiff body to the bed and open my eyes. Mom's still there, and she is flushed and flustered." "'That was beautiful, honey,' she whispers, and then she turns and quickly pulls the door behind her. I'm still too stunned to comprehend much of anything, so I just lay there, sucking in oxygen." "Finally, I recover a little, and a wave of mortification sweeps over me. I've just come all over myself, in front of my Mom. And there wasn't much she missed. She was at the foot of my bed, looking right up between my spread legs at my quivering snatch. She had plenty of time to drink in every detail." "Damn, Rebecca, this is fucking hot," I interjected as I squirmed and adjusted my jeans. My cock throbbed against the confinement. "Never have to worry about being too perverted in front of you, do I?" she stated. I shook my head, and she laughed. "Anyway, there I am, wondering how I'm going to face my Mom again, when a couple of things occur to me. First, Mom had talked about sex with me before, and she always said that masturbation was healthy, and that she and Dad were OK with it and wanted me to explore and be happy. Second, I remembered what she said: 'That was beautiful, honey.' I don't think she would have said that if she were upset." "I start to feel a little better, so I get up and go looking for Mom to talk to her about it. I don't see her anywhere, so I finally go to my parent's bedroom. The door is slightly ajar, and I hear the unmistakeable moans of someone in deep passion." The Art of Intimacy "The open door is an invitation, but so much emotion has swirled through me already that I don't have to strength to move it. Instead, I stay on the outside and let my imagination paint the scene as I hear my Mom tense up and come really hard. You know how you can hear things in a person's voice? Well, I heard all of the pent-up sexual energy in her moans, and I could tell that her body was straining against her fingers." "Now my frame of mind shifts again. Whether or not Mom was OK with seeing me, she was definitely turned on by it. That turns me on again, and you can bet that I relived the whole episode that night in my bed." "Mom and I blush when we next see each other, but she makes a joke about never expecting the laundry to be so stimulating, and we laugh and make peace with it. We go about our lives, but of course that isn't the end of the story." "The next time, Dad is gone on travel, and Mom and I our in our pajamas watching TV. We're surfing the stations, joking about the various shows, and engaging in girl talk. All of the sudden, I click by a cable channel with some sort of soft-porn sex scene going on." "'Whoa, what was that?' Mom says." "'I would think you would know by now what that was,' I jab, laughing. I flip back to the channel." "But she gets all crafty on me. She says, 'Very funny, miss know-it-all. Now, since you started it, just how much do you know about what they're doing.?'" "'Only what goes on up here,' I say, pointing to my head." "'Yeah, right,' Mom replies. 'Although from previous experience, I would agree that you have a vivid and sexy imagination.'" "'Jeez, Mom!' I wail, throwing a pillow at her. 'Wasn't that embarrassing enough?'" "She comes back with: 'Whatever you were feeling, it didn't look like embarrassment to me.'" "'Just shoot me. Until I die.' I say, covering my face with another pillow." "Then Mom tries the reasonable approach: 'Oh, come on, honey. If you'd pulled that door open you would have seen as well as heard what I was doing afterward. And I know you heard it—I know you pretty well.'" "Now I confess: 'I heard it, Mom. It was hard not to. But aren't you a little embarrassed about it?'" "Then she confesses: 'A little. But I'm more interested in you growing up to be comfortable with your sexuality, and I'm willing to make myself vulnerable to show you that it's okay. Part of what your Dad and I share is that we've broken down many of those walls over the years. I play with myself for your Dad all the time.'" "'Mom, maybe that's too much information,' I reply. But my body was putting the lie to what I am saying. Mom's story is pretty hot, and the action on the screen is still going on. I squirm a little, and I know that my Mom picks up on it." "Then she really surprises me. She asks: 'Honey, would you like to relieve the tension?'" "And I blurt out, 'You mean, like right now?'" "'And she says, 'Yes, Rebecca. If you like, I could get something better to put on the TV, and you could see how I'm comfortable with my own body.'" "At this point I'm curious about what she wants to watch, way turned on, but also totally embarrassed. I answer: 'I guess so, Mom. Are you sure?'" "Mom just smiles and gets up. 'Be right back.' She comes back with a disc and puts it in the player. She hits play and gets herself comfortable. Suddenly a jolt shoots through my pussy: I'm going to masturbate with my Mom." "The disc starts, and it's an amateur video of what looks like a real-life couple. The camera is on a fixed stand, but the lighting is pretty good. He's in boxers and she's in bra and panties, and it looks like they really love each other from the first kiss. I can tell that this is going to be really hot." "They take their time kissing can caressing each other, but then he works his hands around to her breasts. I'm so absorbed, I forget Mom is there, so I almost jump when I hear a sigh. I whip my eyes over to her, and she's got a hand caressing her own breast through her pajamas." "Well, that's my cue, I say to myself. I might as well stop being embarrassed and enjoy the moment. So I bring my own hand up to my breast and roll my nipple between my fingers. Another jolt shoots through me. It's the pleasure, but also the fact that I'm on the first step of a one-way journey to orgasm in front of my Mom." I jump in. "Don't stop, Rebecca, but I'm going to bust a seam in my jeans. This story is incredible." "I think you like stories about my Mom," she laughs. "I do, but I like stories about my wicked little wife even better." "Well, you can figure where this story is going. The woman on the screen is now topless, and he's sucking and teasing her very erect nipples. I look over when I see my Mom take her pajama top off, and she starts teasing some very erect nipples of her own. I make my decision, and pull my pajama top over my head, but then I figure 'What the hell' and slide the bottom off too. It's going to come off soon enough anyway." "It feels really good to get my fingers on my aching nipples. They are swollen and hard, and I explore all the pleasure they can give me while I watch the man get his lady's panties off and start kissing around her pussy. My pussy is aching, and I bring one hand down and start rubbing around my panties. And I jump when I feel the wet spot—Mom surely can see that." "The lady moans and drops her head back as her man takes his first lick up her soaking pussy. I hear another moan, and I look over to see my Mom push her pajama bottoms and panties off in one smooth motion. She hooks one leg over the arm of the couch and plunges her fingers into her slit. 'Oh, God, that feels good. This is so hot,' she says, looking over at me." "I think my pussy just boils over at that point, and I frantically rip my panties off and open up my legs. My steaming snatch opens up to view, and I slide a finger deeply between my lips, moaning out 'Oh, fuck!' before I can stop myself." "My Mom just smiles indulgently, and goes on working her slit as she alternates looking at the screen and at me. I lighten the pressure and slide my fingers around my clit, working myself along with the lady on the screen. I take a guilty look over at Mom, and she smiles again. 'It's alright honey. Look wherever you want.'" "'Thanks, Mom,' I gratefully reply, and take a good look. Mom is circling her clit like I am, and I start—realizing how much we are alike, both taking it easy to build the tension and time our orgasm to the lady on the screen. Of course, she's not far off. The couple has positioned themselves so that the camera is looking up her body from the side, and we don't miss any of her man's tongue action, nor do we miss her teasing her own nipples and sighing." "With my other hand, I start some nipple teasing myself, and when Mom does the same, we both laugh. The lady is now straining her hips off the bed, and I squeeze my clit harder, determined to come when she does. Soon the cords of her neck stand out, and I hear my Mom moan again. I look over, and she is working her pussy hard, her fingers straining against her folds. I follow suit, and I feel my orgasm build inside. I let up just a bit, intently watching the lady on the screen as I ride the wave. She holds her breath, and I pinch my clit hard, jolting my orgasm from deep inside. As the first spasm rips through her, a white-hot wave races out from my pussy all the way to my toes, and I cry out. Mom cries out too, and I snap my eyes over to see her bucking against her hand, her nipple savagely clamped between her fingers. My pussy throbs and throbs—long, hard, and deep. I'm getting wet just thinking about it." "Me too," I stammer. "My dick is bubbling." "Well the story doesn't stop there, either. I finally stop cumming and slump back against the couch. 'Wow, that was intense,' I say to the ceiling." "'If you think you can handle another one,' Mom answers, 'the video gets even better.'" "'Jeez, Mom, you don't hold back, do you?,' I reply, stunned. I start to see why Mom and Dad get along so well." "'I think we're a lot alike,' my Mom answers, laughing again. 'Now, pay attention to the screen. You may learn something, if you're as innocent as you say.'" "'Whatever, Mom,' I toss back, but I return my eyes to the screen. The lady is now kneeling over her man and sliding his cock between her lips, and my pussy shivers in anticipation. Soon she lifts off him and scoots forward, straddling his hips. She takes his cock and positions it at her opening. Then she sinks down. I watch, fascinated, as her lips spread around his rock-hard cock. She doesn't stop until she is sitting on his hips. Her man tells her that she feels really good, but any idiot can see that. I slide my fingers over my abused pussy, and it responds, telling me that I've got another good one in me." "I play with myself as I watch and learn from the lady. She spends some time hunkered down, kissing her man as her brunette hair cascades around his face. She then rises up, letting him play with her breasts as she works her hips. She also leans back, arching her back and letting us all see his cock impaling her swollen pussy. Soon, she moves a hand between her legs and starts frigging her clit, and I moan at the eroticism of learning that it's okay for a woman to get herself off when her man's inside her." "The man gets off on this, too, and we all work toward orgasm. I look over at Mom and see her looking at me, her fingers dancing over her clit while another hand pumps in and out of her pussy. I take the hint and work some fingers deep into my opening, timing my thrusts to the lady impaling herself. She is watching her man intently, looking for his impending orgasm so she can time hers. She sees him tense up, and her hand blurs over her clit as she tenses herself. I follow right along as the man launches his hips up and shoots into his lady. I almost feel her orgasm as another wave of tingles races out into my body, and I twist and arch in time to her motions as she comes all over his cock. I am shocked to feel myself cum again so hard, and I whimper with the force of it." "Finally, I stop convulsing and collapse back onto the couch. My hair is a sweaty mess around my head, and I realize that I've got a sheen of sweat all over. I look up to see the lady hunkered down again over her man, kissing him deeply. Clearly they are in love, and I file away that experience in the 'Requirements for a husband' category. I look back over at my Mom and see her humming happily to herself as she gently strokes her pussy. I realize that I'm doing it too, and I laugh to realize another way that we are alike. I've always needed to keep my little kitty soothed and purring after a good orgasm—it just aches if I don't. But I guess you know that, don't you?" "Yeah, I've figured that out. And I think you know I'm the same way with my cock." Rebecca laughed. "Oh, yeah. Anyway, Mom and I relax while the video ends, and we talk as girls usually do. I learn a few more shocking things, like how my parents trade videos with some friends—that's where the video came from. They also occasionally get together for exhibitions in front of each other." "You're kidding!" "Amazing what goes on out there," Rebecca said. "Yeah. I guess I don't get around very much." "Me neither. It's still amazing to learn that Mom and Dad do stuff like that. I mean, they don't actually swing, but still, they aren't Joe and Jane average in the sex department either. I grew up all that time with them and never knew. So now you know why I was a bit brazen with showing my curves at the pool." "Yeah. Glad you did." "It got us both pretty hot, didn't it? And now, telling you this story has gotten me pretty hot again. I don't suppose you'd mind taking care of that now that we're getting home?" "I was so looking forward to unpacking. I guess it can wait while I slave to take care of your sexual needs." "Poor baby. I'll try to make it up to you." "You do that." Rebecca laughed, but when we got home she pushed the button to close the garage door as soon as we pulled in. She jumped out and dragged me out of my seat, pulling me through the door and into our house. We left pieces of clothing on our way to the bedroom, and Rebecca pulled my head first to her breasts and then between her legs. She came hard on my tongue. After that, she rolled over, hiked her hips a bit, and had me pound into her from behind, our hips slapping together. I came like a freight train. A few weeks later, we were traveling back up to her parents. "So you got any wicked thoughts going on?" Rebecca asked as she looked over at me. "Let's see. The last time we came up here, I had awesome sex with a beautiful, naughty girl. I also found out that her parents were a bit on the wild side, and the girl tells me a story on the way home that gets me painfully hard. She then attacks me when we get into the garage, and we make incredible love again. I'm a guy, so I'm programmed to remember anything relating to good sex. Now we are driving back to where all this fun started. So yes, Rebecca, I've got a few wicked thoughts going on. You?" Rebecca laughed long and hard. "I kind of figured that. And you're right, I've got a few wicked thoughts of my own. What do you have in mind for this time?" "I'm thinking it might be more fun to let things play out. One of us should make a move when the mood strikes us." "Ooohhh, you like surprises, do you? Well, I'll play along. This should be fun." Rebecca's parents greeted us warmly. We enjoyed a great meal around their table, and then moved into the den to watch some TV. Rebecca snuggled in close, and I knew that she was plotting something. She did more than plot. I felt her lightly rub along my leg—just back and forth. To anyone looking, it was just part of cuddling. I knew better. I glanced down at her to find her watching the screen innocently. The barest hint of a smile played about her lips. I let her touch for a while, then I lightly traced along her arm until my hand draped down her back. Her breath caught. I kept up the very light caresses, then gently lowered my lips and kissed her hair. On my way back up, my eyes briefly caught Cindy's. I smiled to myself, imagining Cindy guessing what was going on. Rebecca and I dueled to see who could create the most tension. I wondered if she would take a next step, and I worked to keep her wondering about me. Then she sighed and shifted position, snuggling even closer. I felt her breath gently on my cheek. I turned, and she captured my lower lip in hers. A jolt shot through me. My heart raced, and my skin tingled. Were we going to do this right here? I kissed Rebecca softly, but we both heated up fast. We turned into each other and opened up the kiss, letting our tongues taste each other. I glanced up and saw Cindy looking right at me. She winked as I closed my eyes again, sinking into pure feeling. Rebecca's kiss turned hot and insistent. She was trying to tell me something. Being a man, I was naturally a little slower at this type of communication. What was it? Obviously, she was hot to trot, but what exactly did she have in mind? I thought back to her story with her mother. They were on a couch as well. My cock lurched as it hit me. Rebecca and I sometimes made out on the couch, and I would work down her chest and then kneel between her legs to get her off with my tongue. We'd finish with me pushing into her in the same position. Rebecca would play with herself—knowing I liked to watch. Someone else also liked to watch. Mommy and Daddy's little girl was going to play with herself while her pussy got stuffed with hard cock. A wave of heat came off Rebecca's lips. With her usual intuition, she had felt when I finally got wise to her message. Her hand slid dangerously close to my cock. Yes, Chris, you can start feeling me up in front of my parents was what she seemed to be saying. With one hand still around her, I let my other hand slide up her leg, then slowly up her side. "Mmmmmmm," was her reply. Of course, I teased her a bit, feeling her squirm under my fingers. I wanted to draw out the anticipation of making love with her parents watching. "Chris," she begged almost silently. I smiled to myself but relented, and slid a hand up to cup the underside of her breast. "Ohhhh," she moaned, loud enough to be heard by her parents. Cindy's eyes snapped over, saw where my hand was, and locked onto mine. Being a guy, Jack was slower, but his raised eyebrows told me he eventually figured out where my hand was. I turned my attention back to Rebecca. I raised my hand some more and let it close over her full breast. Rebecca heaved her chest into my hand, and her tongue jammed deep into my mouth. I possessively massaged that breast I knew well—so soft yet so firm underneath. After a few minutes of this treatment, Rebecca's breath burned in my mouth, and I could feel the heat coming off her skin. I moved my lips from hers and kissed around her mouth and then down her neck. She squirmed in my hands, and her breath blew loud enough for her parents to hear. Feeling the time was right, I moved my hand to the hem of her shirt. She moaned and lifted up her arms. I guided the garment up and over her head, exposing a sheer bra with a pair of very excited nipples underneath. Her mouth latched back onto mine—hot, insistent. She seemed to be saying I need you to lead, but you know what I want you to do. I obeyed her message and got both of my hands busy exploring her upper half. I started with light caresses of her skin and then moved back toward her breasts as I felt her need. This time, I took advantage of the sheer material and felt up her nipples, lightly rubbing and squeezing them. When she was ready, Rebecca moved her hands to my shirt, and I lifted my arms to let her remove it. I took the opportunity to unclip her bra, and she moaned again as I lifted it away from her. Her nipples jutted as far as I had ever seen them—long and fat. I could feel her intensity in the moment. Her parents were seeing her assets in the heat of passion. I got my fingers on those nipples and marveled at how they snapped back when I brushed over them. Her breasts had that tight and dimpled feeling they got when she was really turned on. I could also feel her passion in the way her hands ranged over my chest and arms, urging me on. Finally, I let my lips slide down her cheeks and into the hollow of her neck. I flicked my gaze over and saw Jack's eyes locked onto my fingers playing with his daughter's breasts. I flicked over to Cindy, and her eyes snapped up to fasten onto mine. In that brief instant, I could see the wild dilation of her pupils, and it was like I could sense her thoughts. Are you really crazy enough to have sex with my daughter right here? But, I really want to see it. She was going to see it all right. I slid my lips down into the hollow of Rebecca's throat, getting another drawn-out moan as she let me possess her. I felt the goosebumps form on her skin with my tongue—a sure sign that she was heating up. Back and forth I went, slowly moving lower toward her chest. Rebecca cradled my head, letting everyone know that she was part of this adventure. I kept a gentle stimulation of her nipples, keeping her aroused until my tongue could reach them. Rebecca's fingers brushed through my hair, communicating her love through touch. When my tongue kissed the top of her breast, she moaned. I worked around the top and then ever-so-slowly ranged down. I cradled her breast with my hand and just brushed her aureole with the tip of my tongue. I could feel her anticipation in her straining chest. I circled the quivering nipple and finally grazed the tip. The Art of Intimacy "Oh my God," Rebecca exclaimed, and she pulled my head into her chest. I opened my lips to capture her rigid nipple. The next few minutes were a study in flicking, sucking, and swirling around Rebecca's nipples. Her sensitive breasts responded the way I knew they would, and her parents were treated to the sight of their daughter squirming and moaning under my tongue. My hands stayed busy with the rest of her body, just lightly tracing along her skin the way I knew she liked. I felt the goosebumps rise on her arms as her body started trembling. "What are you doing to me, Chris?" Rebecca moaned. Her parents had to hear the strain in her voice. I let the heat build in her body until she was in a fever, then started working my tongue down her belly. Rebecca's hands urged me along while she jerked and gasped under my touch. When I reached the waistband of her jeans, I probed along and under her waist. Frustrated beyond caring, Rebecca grabbed the buttons and undid the fly, then pulled her jeans and panties down together. We both knew that her parents would notice who was taking this further. After eliciting this confession, I helped and pulled as she lifted her hips. The jolt of hot musk washed over me when her swollen pussy came into view. Her inner lips were prominent and flushed. I got her clothes off, then she sat up and her hands unfastened my jeans and dragged them down. I helped her get them off, then she carefully worked my boxers over my rampant erection and removed them as well. Rebecca gave the head off my cock a quick kiss and then leaned back and spread her legs. I let my hands continue their gentle torture of her skin as I surveyed the magnificent woman in front of me. Her eyes were dilated and wild. Her face and chest were flushed. Her breasts rose and fell with her ragged breaths, and her nipples jutted as far as I'd ever seen them. Her pussy radiated lust and invitation. She was an elemental expression of sexuality, designed to hit a man deep in his brain and wipe out any other thought. I let that wash through me, and knelt down to graze my tongue along her inner thighs. She sighed deeply and raised her feet to rest them on my shoulders. As her skin rippled under my tongue, I slowly, agonizingly moved from teasing to pleasuring. I started lower on her pussy, and worked inside and out. She bucked and squirmed, then finally reached out to urge my head higher. When I flicked her clit the first time, she jumped and gasped. I then settled in to lash her clit the way I knew she liked. "Oh God, yes," she encouraged, bucking into me. I kept it up, and I felt her hands leave my head. I looked up to confirm what I knew—that Rebecca was pinching and rolling her hard nipples between her fingers. Emboldened, I inserted a finger into the hot, pulsing walls of her pussy and curled it up to find the slightly bumpy texture of her G-spot. "Ohhhhhh," she moaned and pushed harder into my mouth. I took the hint and flattened my tongue, letting her ram her hard clit against it. Rebecca arched her back to fuck my face, shocking me with the pressure she was putting on herself. I hung on and rode the wave with her, feeling her body tense for a massive orgasm. When her breath stopped, I knew she was on the edge. Her body quivered under me as I kept up the assault on her pussy. On an impulse, I brushed the pucker of her anus with a finger. "Ahhhhhhh!" she yelled and convulsed under me. Her hips shot upward off the couch, and she strained between shoulders and her feet on my shoulders. Powerful contractions rolled through her pussy, and her clit even throbbed under my tongue. I drew out her orgasm as long as I could, using all my tricks on her clit, in her pussy, and around her anus to prolong the contractions. Finally, she slumped down, her body exhausted. I followed her, gently nuzzling her pussy through the aftershocks. "Oh my God, you nearly killed me," she whispered, then she urged me up. I gently withdrew my finger from her pussy and shuffled forward on my knees, my jutting cock slapping against her thighs. Rebecca placed me while I reached for her thighs to support them. I watched her pussy lips open around my cock as I slid into the wet furnace. I flicked my eyes up to her face, and we held each other's gaze while my cock sank to the hilt in her depths. Rebecca relaxed and let my slow pace carry her into arousal again. A wry grin played about her lips when her hand slinked down between her legs. Her mother was going to see her masturbate again, this time with a hard cock stuffing her pussy. She started slow, circling her clit, but quickly increased the pace, knowing that I could only last so long with a sex goddess writhing on the end of my pole. Her hips bucked into me, urging me faster. I grabbed her hips and pulled. Soon the sounds of light slaps emerged between our hips as we moved from making love to fucking. I looked up again and our eyes locked, each seeing the other's confession of deep arousal at the thought of sharing so much with Rebecca's parents. I could feel Rebecca's fingers strumming her clit furiously, and I pulled hard on her hips and started slamming into her. Her eyes and her bucking hips told me I was giving her what she wanted. Rebecca's other hand grabbed a nipple and savaged it. Her parents could not miss the fact that their little girl had long experience wringing the maximum possible pleasure out of her body—and out of her partner's. I felt the pressure build and squeezed back to try and hold it off. Rebecca gave me a tiny nod—telling me she was there as well. The impending orgasm welled within me, icy heat shooting down my arms and legs. My body went rigid with the effort, and then I was on the edge, deep throbs wracking me that I was powerless to control. I pushed deep into Rebecca, adding her squeezing pussy to my efforts to hold back the explosion. Finally it boiled over, and the first pulse of relief blasted out of my cock. I yelled out, and I heard Rebecca moan as her body went rigid in my hands. More pulses erupted out of me, and all I could do was go for the ride. Through the haze of my own emotions I could see Rebecca twist and thrash through her own orgasm. We both whimpered during the comedown, and Rebecca kept up a lazy massage of her pussy like she always did. Her chin gave a little nod toward her parents, and I glanced over. A thrill raced down my spine at the scene before me. Cindy and Jack were in a lip lock, and his hands roamed her chest. They moved quickly, clearly in heat from watching us. Cindy's shirt went over her head, and I saw her nipples strain against her sheer bra. The bra didn't last long, and I saw where Rebecca's fabulous breasts came from. Cindy's hard nipples snapped under Jack's touch, always a major turn-on for me. My cock was hardening again, but I decided to gently pull out and sit beside Rebecca to watch. She winked at me and then snuggled in beside me, her hand now cupping and tracing along her breasts. I looked back over to see Cindy take the initiative, reaching over to get Jack's shirt off, then continuing with his belt, pants, and boxers until he was naked with his hard cock at attention. She moved on to shed her own clothes, and her tight ass came into view as she shimmied out of her jeans. She was hot to trot, because she immediately straddled Jack's legs and grasped his cock to position it at her opening. Her shiny pussy lips slid easily around his cock head as she sank down on him. They both let out a long moan, and Cindy leaned down to lock lips with Jack again. After a bit of that, she raised up, and Jack started tweaking her breasts as she rocked over him. I watched, fascinated, as the muscles of Cindy's ass rippled under the skin. Occasionally I got glimpses of her labia spreading around his cock. Jack and Cindy kept up a languid pace, both just enjoying each other. At some deep level, I knew I was learning things—the ways of love between a long-married couple. I could feel Rebecca's appreciation from the way she relaxed into me. She was deeply absorbing the lesson herself, and I knew that we would be like that someday. With another deep kiss, Cindy announced a change in the pace. She raised herself up, then stood and turned around. Straddling Jack's legs again, she lowered herself down and positioned his glistening cock at her now totally exposed, inflamed pussy. This time, she looked down and ever-so-slowly parted her lips with his cock. Jack's tool sank into her hot tunnel one bit at a time, and I stared, mesmerized. My cock was rock hard again. When Cindy reached bottom, she leaned back into Jack. Her eyes swept along the carpet, up our bodies, and then fixed on mine. She held my gaze as Jack's arms wrapped around her, his fingers cupping her breasts and rolling the hard nipples. Her gaze seemed to be saying: Watch and learn, young man, where your wife got her body, her touch, and her drive. Still holding my eyes, I saw her hand snake between her legs. I swallowed, my throat dry. The corners of her mouth turned up in a smile. She had me in her power, and she loved it. Her gaze flicked over to her daughter, and her power surged, years of relationship adding to the intensity. Once again, I saw a message: Watch and learn, daughter, about how a woman pleasures a man while receiving intense pleasure herself. Her hips started moving again, and her fingers worked lightly along her folds, massaging, testing, caressing. Jack's fingers worked magic on her nipples as she arched her back and thrust her chest into this hands. She was a magnificent sexual creature, completely in the moment, abandoned to making fiery love in front of us. Soon her fingers probed deeper, and I watched with rapt attention as she concentrated on her clit. She squeezed the hood between her fingers, and the engorged bud rolled within the hot, wet flesh. In a little longer, her shiny fingers rolled over her clit directly. Her breath labored to keep up with the demands her body was making. I looked up to see a flush form on Cindy's upper chest, and a jolt went through me to learn another trait that Rebecca had inherited from her mother. Cindy twisted and moaned, and I watched her fingers blur on her clit. Jack's gasps and moans attested to his readiness as well. Cindy's flush deepened and spread to her arms and breasts, and her body tensed in anticipation. Both of them held their breath, and that magnified the sounds of a wet pussy working over a hard cock, accompanied by the rapid frigging of Cindy's fingers. The tendons strained out of Cindy's neck, and then she convulsed, her entire body quivering. I watched the contractions roll through her body and converge at her pussy while Cindy let out a series of cries, the relief evident in her voice. Jack got caught up in her orgasm and convulsed himself, his hips driving up into his wife. I could almost see the cum pulsing through his shaft. Both of their bodies wracked through a marathon orgasm. I marveled at how they each worked the other over. Cindy had angled herself to put the maximum pressure at the base of Jack's cock, and he was still tightly pinching her nipples. It looked almost painful, but I knew how pain and pleasure coiled about each other, especially at the moment of orgasm. I watched and learned, thinking that Rebecca and I had some things to talk about. Finally, their orgasms subsided, and they relaxed into each other. Fingers remained where they were, but the touch was light, just as Rebecca and I liked it. Cindy's eyes were closed, and her majestic body unwound into torpor. However, I felt another body winding up next to me. "Inside me, NOW!" Rebecca hissed into my ear. I saw Cindy's eye's snap open while Rebecca grabbed my hand and pulled me off the couch. Rebecca pulled me behind her, then she hopped onto the couch on her knees and leaned forward, facing toward her parents and resting her forearms on the armrest. My cock stiffened even further as I lined it up and slid behind her. She moaned as she impaled herself, and I knew from previous experience that her "inside me" command meant she wanted a hard fuck. I looked over at Cindy before I started slamming into her daughter, and she shook her head, climbed off of Jack, and worked them into the same position, looking back at us. Rebecca's skin trembled beneath me, and I knew she was way turned on. She pulled forward and then pushed back, signaling that I had better get going. I grabbed Rebecca's hips and pulled her into me hard, launching my hips forward at the same time. The slap resounded through the room, and I pushed her hips away and went for another. "Oh, yeah," Rebecca encouraged. Slotted in just fine, and keeping my lady happy, I moved my gaze to Cindy and Jack. I heard the first slap from their direction as Jack mimicked my moves. I settled in for a long, penetrating fuck with Rebecca, my climb to orgasm much easier to control the second time around. I moved my gaze to Cindy's face, and she was looking right at her daughter, her gaze a mask of pleasure and desire. "CRACK!!" My eyes jerked up to see Jack's hand recoiling from his swat to Cindy's ass. "That's for what is going through your mind, dirty girl," he admonished Cindy. "Fuck!" I heard Rebecca hiss at the same time. Her pussy gripped me even harder. Cindy's eyes lanced up into mine, the naughtiness all over her face. This time she was saying: Got the guts, big boy? That did it. I had never spanked Rebecca, but her Mom was all but commanding me, and not to go lightly. As my hand left her hips, I felt Rebecca tense, but she kept fucking. "CRACK!!" Rebecca's legs jumped in reflex. "Ohhh, FUCK!," she hissed between gritted teeth as she slammed back even harder. Her hand whipped under her, and I felt her fingers probe deeply into her folds. Her gaze was still locked onto her mother's, and I watched them synchronize with each other when Cindy brought a hand under herself. Maybe I've got to worry about that onrushing orgasm after all, I thought to myself. The entirety of the moment nearly overwhelmed me—so many new experiences and aspects of my wife and her parents raced through my soul. I thrilled to the idea that there was a layer of Rebecca I didn't know, and with a shock, I realized that there was a layer of me I didn't know as well. On an impulse, I brought my hand down and gave Rebecca another healthy swat. She moaned, and I watched her mother's eyes widen in surprise to see me take the initiative. Jack responded with a swat of his own, and we both watched the intense connection form between mother and daughter. They were both naughty—no dirty—girls, and they loved admitting it to each other. Cocks slammed into inflamed pussies, hips slapped, fingers diddled, and palms occasionally electrified quivering asses. Rebecca succumbed first, arching her back and exploding into orgasm. With the empathic connection between them, her mother mirrored her orgasm almost exactly. Rebecca's pulsing pussy yanked me into a highwire of pleasure, and I teetered on the brink, fire shooting through me again. I squeezed back and then exploded myself, grunting as I pressed my cock as deep into Rebecca's pussy as it would go. She pushed back, clamping my cock as my semen burst through, peaking my pleasure. I don't know exactly what Jack did, but I heard his moans while I kept my gaze riveted on his wife. She and Rebecca were still communicating on some deep, dark channel while they twisted through the full range of their orgasms. The fires died down for all of us, and I think we suddenly realized how much we had shared ourselves. I watched Cindy telegraph warmth and acceptance to her daughter, forestalling any self consciousness. "I didn't expect you two to show so much affection so soon, but I love it. You'll kill me trying to keep up with you." We all laughed at Cindy's admission, and it lightened the mood. "Don't worry, Mom. I'm worn out myself, and my butt stings." "We're going to get those men back for that, aren't we?" "Big time, Mom." "Better watch yourself, Chris," Jack warned me. "No kidding." We all laughed again. "Ready, honey?" Jack asked. "I suppose we must," Cindy replied. Jack winced as he pulled out of her. I did the same as Rebecca and I separated. Cindy got up, and she took Rebecca's hand and pulled her up to embrace her. "That was beautiful, honey," she whispered, pulling Rebeca tight and stroking her hair. "Thanks, Mom. You two were pretty beautiful yourself." My cock was already starting to harden again at the sight of the two women embracing. I tried to shake it off, and I was secretly relieved when they separated and Rebecca came back over to me. I didn't need Rebecca's ribbing over that. "Jack, I'm feeling like a nice shower. You?" Cindy asked. "What a wonderful idea. The house has gotten quite steamy all of a sudden," he replied. "Yeah, I think Chris and I need one as well," Rebecca stated. "Excellent. Make sure to behave yourselves," Cindy instructed. "Don't I always?" Rebecca taunted back. "Not in the least, dear," Cindy responded drily. "Now get up there and attempt to clean up your act." "Yes, Mommy," Rebecca shot back in a sing-song voice. We entered our room and Rebecca closed the door. "I can't take any more temptation right now," she explained, laughing. I turned around to lead us to the bathroom. "CRACK!!" My skin sizzled where Rebecca's palm had connected with my ass, hard. I whipped my head around to look at her. "That was for playing with my butt while you went down on me and my Mom was watching," she admonished. "Hey, she couldn't see anything!" "That doesn't mean she didn't know. You saw her eyes. She sees everything, especially about her only daughter. You are an evil, evil, man, but she's worse." "I'll remember that. I wonder how much of that rubbed off on you?" Rebecca just looked back at me, her eyes full of fire and promise. I pulled her in for a kiss, my head spinning. Life with Rebecca was going to be interesting indeed. ***** How did this story affect you? What did it make you think about? Writing is rewarding, especially when you hear how people reacted to the story. Please take a moment to vote and offer comments, or click the link to send me personal feedback—I'll even respond! It means a lot. 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