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The Weekend Away

By: pretender43



The drive down to Port Fairy had been a long one, and Alan was looking forward to when they would arrive at the spot he had chose for them to go Camping at for a couple of days.

He had been there before a few years ago, and it was one of the most beautiful places along the coast that he knew.

A nice secluded beach area, with plenty of trees on the foreshore to act as a windbreak and to give a little shade as well...Almost Heaven on Earth.

He looked sideways at Julie whose head was resting gently on his shoulder. He breathed in the soft scent of the perfume she was wearing, and placed a kiss on her head.

She had dozed off about 20 minutes or so ago, and as they were so close now he decided it was almost time to wake her.

He had picked her up earlier that morning at the Airport, and she luckily wasn't suffering from Jet lag as she had to stay overnight in Sydney, before catching the Plane to Melbourne, and he was so much looking forward to spending some time with her alone with no one else around.

They had planned the trip for weeks and it was all the both of them could talk about for the last few days on the phone before she left....planning out what they would do and where they would go.

They had become friends a few months earlier while talking on the Internet, and the friendship had grown from there. First talking online each day and then chatting to each other on the phone as well.

There was just something that clicked between the two of them, and they enjoyed each others company very much.

But this weekend was going to be different it was just the two of them, and they both knew it was going to be special. Each one of them a little nervous, but knowing that the feeling would soon pass.

"Come on Sleepy Head....Almost there....."

Julie stirred slightly and opened her eyes......."How long have i been asleep??"

"Not to long....about 20 minutes i think"

She looked up at him and smiled, he smiled back at her and gave her a small kiss on the forehead.

"we're almost there" he said as he turned down a dirt road that led off the main road they had been driving along.

It took about 10 more minutes to get to the spot, and as they drove along the bumpy track they could see the ocean through the trees at the end of the road.

"It looks absolutely beautiful" said Julie as she looked around at where they were going to spend the next few days.

"I thought you'd like it" Alan replied smiling.

It didn't take them long to unpack everything and set up the tent, and when they had finished they sat down on the grass outside the tent and had a coffee each from a Thermos they had brought along.

They talked and laughed about various people they had met since being online, and any nervousness that was there soon went away as they both felt completely relaxed in each other's company.

Alan suggested that as it was only about 5.00pm they have a stroll along the Beach towards the Old Lighthouse that was about a mile away.

As they stood up to start their walk Alan drew Julie towards him and his arms encircled her....."Thanks for coming" he said, before pressing his lips to hers.

A Long sensual kiss filled with all the passion that was held between them.

Her Lips melting into his as their tongues entwined and made their own love together.

The Kiss broke and they both just smiled at each other...each knowing there would be time for more later.

They strolled along the Beach, Alan with his arm around her waist ,and hers around his. So many times they stopped just to look out to sea, and to kiss again and again, The walk ended up taking almost twice as long as they planned, but it was worth it just to sit there in front of the Lighthouse and admire the view.

Julie sat in between Alan legs, So she had her back to him, and he had his arms around her waist.

As they looked out to Sea, Alan raised her hair so he could kiss her all around the base of her neck, small delicate kisses around the neck and up to her ears which he nibbled gently before sucking the Lobe into his mouth, then massaging it between his lips.
 While doing this his hands had moved round to in front of her and he carefully cupped a Breast in each hand, feeling their softness beneath his touch.

While he had been doing this Julie's breathing had become slightly quicker as she leaned herself back towards him, the touch of his hands and mouth arousing her.

As he was slowly massaging each one he could feel the Nipples growing hard against his palm. He gave each one of them a gentle tweak before Putting his hands back down to her waist again.

"Come on "he said....."I think we better be heading back to the Tent before it gets too dark"

They strolled back to the Tent, and when they arrived there Alan made a small fire while Julie got the food together and prepared.

After they had finished eating it was already dark, and they just sat together roasting marshmallows and chatting about things in general. It was just so nice for both of them to be able to relax so completely with no worries whatsoever.

At about 10.00pm they both looked at each other and a smile appeared on each of their faces....Alan leaned forward and kissed her gently on the lips, then he stood up, and helped her to stand up as well, and then holding her hand in his he led her towards the tent.

It was a rather roomy tent large enough to have held 4 people so it gave them plenty of room to move around inside.

Alan had already laid out the sleeping bags inside the Tent, and the two of them lowered themselves down onto them still clothed.

"Thanks so much for bringing me here, it's just so beautiful and peaceful here ,just what I needed after all the hassles i have had recently" She said

"It's my Pleasure, i just want it to be a Perfect weekend for the two of us. Thanks so much for agreeing to come along with me"

The soft light flickering from the Lantern looked nice and the glow from it really set her face alight.. "you look so pretty in the Glow" he said

Alan leaned forward a little and Gently Kissed Julie on the lips... so soft and smooth to the touch.....They separated a little but then moved back together again, melting into each other's arms

He put his arms more tightly around her to hold her closer as they began another kiss, a Longer more deeper and passionate kiss.

There lips locked together, and their tongues involved in there own personal love making. As they continued to Kiss it becomes one prolonged lasting one rather than small kisses.....neither one of them wanting to break the seal their lips have created, Feeling so warm and safe in the hold they have on each other.

Alan’s hand moved slowly down to Julie's waist and held her there.

The soft material of her top the only thing between her body and his hand. The heat of her body radiating against the palm of his hand.

The top had come out from the waist band of her skirt as they had sat down, leaving a gap where he could slide his hand slowly under it, her skin feeling like soft silk against his fingertips.

Feeling so soft and warm to his touch as his hand first touches it, a little shiver coming from her tells him she is feeling good and is enjoying the moment as much as he is.

His hand slowly massages her as their Kiss continues, he loving the feeling of having her here with him so close with her body pressed so close to his.

He kisses her all around her throat and traces a line with the tip of his tongue all the way from under her chin to down near her cleavage, then slowly back up again to join her lips once again, the taste of her and the scent of her making him start to get erect...wanting to feel himself deep within her.

His hand moving upwards a little more till he touches the material of her bra, and as he kisses her he can see the rise and fall of her breasts under her top....

His hand moves slowly upwards till he gently Cups her breast in his hand.

Just holding it a moment, before starting to gently massage it through the material of the lacy bra she is wearing.

He can feel the swell of her breasts as he slowly massages it, feeling the full roundness of it under his hand, he can also feel her heart beating as well, the soft thump of it pulsing against his palm.

Using the tip of his Finger to draw an outline around her nipple under the material, he makes small circles around it, feeling it grow harder under his touch.

Their kissing has gone on uninterrupted while they have been laying there, and Alan slowly reaches up with his Hand to open the buttons on her top, opening it so he can feel the full softness of her skin against his hands.

When he has it open, Julie sits up slightly and helps him remove his shirt, then slowly lays down again.

He carefully moves the bra aside exposing her nipple to the air, then leans down slowly and gently sucks it between his lips, nuzzling it softly.

It has already gone hard beneath his fingers but grows harder now as he gently massages and sucks upon it with his lips. Loving the feeling as it grows even harder in his mouth. Flicking the tip of it with his tongue from side to side, before sucking it back between his lips again.

Then using just the tip of his tongue he starts to draw small circles all around it, making it wet and moist, then blowing air onto it making it cool down suddenly making Julie shiver.

Her nipple hardens even more as he does this and then he moves over slightly so he can do the same to the other breast and nipple, not wanting to miss out on either of them, loving the feel of them in his mouth and his hands.

Still massaging them softly taking the full roundness in his hands.

Using the tip of his tongue, he draws a line down her body, from just under her chin, down between her breasts and down across her stomach to her Belly Button

Then moving back again blowing warm air on her.

Then moving back down to her belly button making small circles around and round it before sliding his tongue deep into the centre.

Kissing her all over her soft warm stomach, small delicate kisses all over it:)

Wanting to make sure he covers every inch of her body.

As he is kissing her stomach, his other hand has moved down slightly to rest just below her knee, he starts to move his hand softly just around the skin at the back of her knee area, just in the very sensitive spot that is there.

All the time continuing to kiss her all over her stomach.

The soft skin of her legs giving him a tingly feeling as he gently strokes her there, and he is sure she must feel how aroused he is, as it is pressing against her thigh, and throbbing steadily.

Using just the tips of his fingers he traces a line up the inner leg, feeling her responses, as he moves along, her body shivering slightly every now and again as he touches her in just the right spots.

His fingers gently fluttering along the warm skin.

He moves a little higher but stops just before he gets to the top, then starts back down on the other leg doing the same as before

He moves himself away from her stomach and moves down the sleeping bag a little, so he is down near her feet.

He takes her foot in his hand and Places a Kiss on each and every toe on her right foot. Then slowly he Sucks each toe into his mouth individually, circling round each one with the tip of his tongue while he has it in his mouth.

He does this to both feet slowly, enjoying the feel of it, then he slowly starts to Kiss his way up the inside of her leg.

Small delicate kisses, only about an inch apart, all the way up past her knees to her inner thigh ,just stopping before he gets to her panties, and then swapping to the other leg and doing the same there.

As he moves back up her leg, he reaches up and puts his fingers in each side of her panties, and slowly lowers them from her, all the time still kissing her inner leg. She raises herself a little so they slide down easier and when they are at her ankles he lifts them off and places them beside him on the floor.

His tongue and mouth never having left her soft warm skin As he continues now up the inside of her thigh he can smell the delicate aroma coming from her drawing him towards her soft warm spot.

As he reaches there he can see how moist and wet she is, the outer lips glistening with her own juices. He lets his tongue start at the top and slide down slowly across the soft lips, a shudder running through her body at the first feel of his tongue on them.

Slowly he lets his tongue move up and down and all around the soft delicate slit. loving the taste of her soft lips on his tongue, and the taste of her fills his senses, making him even harder as his fully erect cock strains against his pants.

His tongue flicks across the lips like a kitten lapping at milk.

Then using his fingers gently her parts the outer lips a little so he can taste the inner fruit. Mmmmm the feel of her soft pussy lips on his tongue is like small electric shocks to his body as he moves it round and round tasting every inch of her.

His tongue has a life of it's own as it explores all of her, touching and tasting and licking every single part.

His tongue then sliding all the way inside as he opens her a little more Filling her with it,and moving it round and round inside, touching the inner walls and filling his mouth with the juices flowing freely from her now soaking pussy.

Loving the feeling as his tongue slides in and out, he then moves slightly upwards so he can find her small Love Bud.

As his mouth finds it he gently flicks his tongue back and forth across it, making it go harder as it fills.

Then gently sucking it between his lips so he can slowly massage it there. Nuzzling it between his lips, moving them back and forth across it, as he slowly slides a finger inside her.

Moving it in and out gently as he sucks softly on her clit. His finger sliding in and out slowly and easily because of how wet she is, then slightly increasing speed as he licks and flicks at her clit.

Feeling her hips moving up to meet each movement of his hand.

Removing his finger he looks up at her face and slowly slides the finger into his mouth, then draws it out again sucking the juices from it, loving the taste so much. Moving his hand back down he now inserts two fingers into her.

He also kisses all around her pussy as he slides them in and out, making her pant slightly as he does it.

While doing this he is imagining how it will feel shortly to have his cock sliding in and out of her pussy, the muscles contracting and holding him inside as he slowly makes love to her.

He continues to masturbate her until he can feel her body start to tremble more and more, and he can sense she is getting closer to Climaxing.

Wanting to watch her face as she reaches the tip of the climax.

Faster her goes, fingers sliding in and out easily, and in a blur as they bring her closer and closer to the edge.

Looking up he sees she has her eyes closed tight as she Bucks under him even more. Her Body arches as the first sensations start to course thought her body, then she arches her back yet again as another wave of pleasure rushes through her body;

Wanting her to climax and Cum so hard for him, wanting to bring her pure pleasure, and loving the expression on her face as it starts to surge through her full body.

Such a beautiful sound as she finally reach the Peak, her loud moans and sighs filling the night air, they are like music to his ears.

He moves back up so he is lying alongside her, her breath coming in short pants and gasps as she starts to come down from the pleasure she has just felt.

He leans over her and kisses her softly on the lips, tasting the perspiration on them, loving the salty sensation he gets as his lips press against hers..

He rests his head softly on her breasts and lays there listening to her heart beat as she slowly starts to get her breath back.

After a short while, she sits up and starts to unbutton his pants, knowing how hard he had become while his cock was pressed against her earlier.

He helps her remove them, and then also takes of his briefs as well.

She kisses him gently and then presses against his chest motioning him lay back down again.

Carefully she take's his cock in her hand and starts to move it back and forward while her other hand gently cups and starts to massage his balls.

He is looking down at her as she does this, loving the feeling.

He sees her tongue come from between her lips and start to slowly circle the end of his cock. Watching her do this is such a high for him, and he grows even harder as she holds it in her hand.

She lifts his cock up a little and he can see as the tip of her tongue slides along the full length of it.

She is licking it the same way you would a lolly pop. Up and down the length making sure she doesn't miss one piece of it. He watch's as her mouth slowly starts to envelope his cock going further and further into her mouth as she draw's him all the way in between her lips.

Her tongue still circling the head and playing with the little hole in the tip. She moves her head back and forward in time to his thrusts to meet her mouth and her hands now grip onto his ass cheeks.

He love's the feel as his cock slides in and out of her mouth like this and although he would love to cum in her mouth he knows that he wants to cum inside her.

She pops the head of his cock out of her mouth and she starts to kneel up in front of him. A bit of his pre-cum on her lips as she leans forward to kiss him again.

He lays her down beside him and then moves so he is above her kneeling between her legs. His Cock so hard and her pussy so wet and moist as her hand reaches out and guides him into her.

He can feel it sliding all the way deep inside her and the walls of her pussy closing in tighter on him and around him, gripping him tight. He starts to fuck her slowly at first with long deep strokes and then some short faster strokes. Changing his speed so she doesn't know what he is going to do. He just want to make her feel so good about today, and all he can think about is making her enjoy it so much.

His cock sliding in and out of her, all the way in and then all the way out before then pushing deep back inside her again.

Her arms around him pulling him closer and her legs locked around his hips pulling him deeper into her also.

He draws his cock out of her and rubs it up and down the length of her slit making her moan with pleasure, but urging him to put it back inside her again.

He thrusts all the way back in again, Loving the feeling as it throbs so hard inside. She asks him to move from her and she makes him lay down on his back, and then she straddles over him and starts to lower herself down on to his cock and it slides back inside her so easily.

Moving her hips back and forward it feels like she is making love to him, not the other way around, She has the control at the moment and she can choose how fast or how slow he is making love to her.

She moves her ass round in small circles first, just letting him enjoy the feeling of being inside her.

Then she starts to move her hips faster and faster as she wants him to fuck her harder. He pushes up to meet her thrusts and they are both working so well together and they seem as one with each other. He places his hands on her breasts kneading them and squeezing her nipples between his fingers as he fucks her with ever increasing passion. His cock pumping into her and throbbing inside as it gets closer and closer to orgasm.

He moves his hands down to her hips and gripping her there he starts to help her thrust forward and he pulls her closer to him as he feels himself about to cumm....Her breathing has now started to come in short quick bursts and he can tell that she also must be close to cumming.


The Weekend Away



The Labor Day weekend turned out to be more noteworthy that I every imagined. Beginning in spring and continuing through the summer, my wife Anne had been talking with a friend of ours (Lisa) about the sexual relationship Anne has with her lover, Mason, and the cuckold relationship she has with me. To make a long story short, Lisa finally cuckolded her husband, my friend Jack, near the end of August, when she spent the night with her new lover, Justin, in the guest room of Anne's and my house.

Anne and I had talked a lot about that weekend during the following days, and Anne was aroused enough by the events to call Mason for a rare weekday rendezvous on Wednesday. What I didn't know was somewhere in those days, Anne, Lisa, Mason and Justin cooked up a Labor Day weekend plan.

On Thursday night Anne told me that the six of us would rendezvous Friday evening at a suites motel in a town about an hour and a half drive from us. (Anne and I were kid-free for the weekend: Two were off with friends on the other families' trips; the third got indulged by grandparents.)  Mason and Justin drove down with us, and a holiday mood prevailed in the car. I had a sense it would be a memorable weekend.

Cell phone calls enroute revealed Jack and Lisa were already at the motel, and we found them sitting in the bar. Justin greeted Lisa with a lingering kiss; Jack flushed a bit as he watched them, then looked at me with a sheepish look. I noticed he already had one empty highball glass in front of him. "You OK?" I whispered, as I sat down next to him. He nodded, and lifted his second drink toward me as if in a toast. "I expect that's just the beginning," he said.

The six of us ate dinner together. The couples--and by that I mean Anne & Mason and  Lisa & Justin--did a lot of hand holding and casual touching, the type of lover's play that seeing my wife indulge in with another man never fails to excite me while also making my stomach flip-flop. After dinner we carried our bags to the room, which turned out to be a small suite with two queen size beds in the bedroom, and a living area spacious enough for the sofa to fold out into a double bed. I understood now why Anne had insisted we pack separate bags.

But the more surprisingly to me were the bedroom sleeping arrangements. To my knowledge, my wife had never shared a bedroom with another couple--whether sleeping with me or with Mason. There was no question that there was to be sex this weekend, which meant both Lisa and Anne were planning to pleasure their respective lovers in full view of each other. It took another minute or two for me to realize that it these sleeping arrangements also meant that whatever services I would render to Lisa and Mason would be in full view of the other occupants of the bedroom.

I don't know if any of this had sunk in on Jack yet before we Anne directed us all to our respective areas to change into swim suits. The ladies and their men emerged from the bedroom in bikinis--the women in skimpy suits that barely contained their curves, the men in racing suits that were more conservative in comparison to the women but which still flattered their muscular bodies and highlighted their bulges. Jack and I looked positively frumpy in our boxer trunks.

The lighthearted sensual mood of dinner continued in the pool, with lots of splashing and playfulness. Jack and I weren't excluded from the fun, but we were definitely not the focus of the women's attention. Since it was later in the evening, only a few other people shared the pool with us. What vibes they picked up, I can't say. But I don't think it was glaringly evident that Jack and I were the husbands of the women who were hanging on the two well-built black men. Lisa, fully in the grasp of new lust, was a bit less discreet than Anne; several times I saw her find a reason to run her hand over Justin's impressive bulge. I observed that Jack also noticed--and while his trunks didn't advertise his reactions as well as Justin's did, I'm nonetheless certain that there was a reaction.

I was anxious walking back to our room from the pool, wondering how the night would proceed from here. Back "home," Anne asked me to pour everyone a drink. We all stood around a bit, sipping the bourbon I'd brought along and complimenting the choice of hotels. Finally, there was a pregnant pause and I turned anxiously to Anne. "Well, boys," she said. "we'll see you in the morning,"  and grabbed Mason by the hand and led him to the bedroom. Justin and Lisa followed, the bedroom door shut and Jack and I were left standing in the living area by ourselves.

For a moment, I just stood there, then I laughed, saluted Jack with my glass, and said, "Well, that was unexpected." That got Jack to laughing too, and I could see some of the tension fall away from him. We turned on the TV, folded out the bed and prepared to tuck ourselves in. Apologetically, I explained to Jack that I usually slept nude and hadn't anticipated sharing a bed with anyone--particularly him. He assured me it was fine, and we both ditched our wet trunks and slipped under the sheets, feigning interest on whatever movie was on TV. In truth, our attentions were drawn to the other side of the bedroom door, from where sounds of lovemaking were beginning to emerge. Nothing specific, but clearly neither couple was feeling restrained by the other's presence.

It's not like I haven't heard Anne and Mason making love--I hear it a half dozen nights a month, after all. But usually I'm alone in the guest room, waved away by my wife and her lover, free to listen and stroke until sleep overtakes me. This night was different, of course. Not only were Lisa's and Justin's voices part of the soundtrack--a crescendoing chorus of "oh yes, oh yes, oh yes" from Lisa was particularly thrilling--but I was restrained from gaining release by my friend lying next to me. There was no question any more of Jack being immune to the excitement of the moment--the sheet was definitely raised over Jack's body even before I killed the lights and the TV. In desperation, I rolled onto my stomach and willed myself to sleep.

I woke first, though it was already after 9 when I slipped out of my bed and awkwardly pulled on my still-slightly-damp swim trunks. I fired up the coffeemaker that sat on the living area bar, and found a coffee cake in the bag of munchies Anne had packed. "I could use a cup of that, too, if you please my love." Anne's voice sang out from the bedroom, followed by a trio of "Me, too!" I filled four of the hotel's mugs, balanced them on a tray and carried them into the lovers' room.

There's something intensely erotic about a room where lovemaking has happened, especially when the participants are still occupying the beds. Anne was sitting up, her breasts exposed, her hair mussed, and her eyes bright from good sleep and good sex. Mason lay beside her, with the sheet pushed away enough to expose all the physical assets that made him an outstanding lover for my wife. His hand was lightly tracing circles on her back, in the way men do when they can't stop touching their partner. This, too, is not an unfamiliar scene to me. But it's also one of those powerful cuckold moments when there's not forgetting that your wife's favorite sex partner is not you.

"Hey, they aren't the only thirsty ones in here." Lisa's voice, still a bit husky with sleep and sex, pulled my eyes from Anne and Mason. Although I'd seen Lisa topless the weekend before, and she was now covered by a sheet, the sight of her nestled against Justin's muscular frame was the most erotic view I'd had of a women other than Anne. When they reached for their mugs, the sheet fell away from them. At that moment, I was thankful to be the only dressed person in the room.

Getting everyone ready took considerable time, since both couples grabbed a quickie in the shower. Anne and Mason were in the bedroom at the time, maybe dressing, maybe not, so I retreated to the balcony to give Jack a measure of privacy as his wife's moans and pleas filled our room again. Several minutes later he joined me there, his face flushed. Well, at least one of us had gotten some release, I thought.

"I didn't expect it would be like this," he said, as we stared out over the pool. Two young kids were busily splashing each other as their parents lolled in chaise lounges, holding hands as they nursed hotel mugs of coffee.

I wasn't entirely sure of his meaning, but it seemed like as good an opening for the talk I'd wanted to have with Jack. "If this doesn't work for you Jack, you have to tell Lisa. If you can't handle her being with someone else, you have to be honest with her."

He was quiet for a long time. I wasn't sure if he was thinking, or watching the husband and wife below us, or pondering how much force he'd have to use to throw me into the pool. "I just meant I thought it would be like last weekend...you know, watching her with him."

"Oh." I felt pretty stupid at that moment. "I thought...I mean, I was worried--"

Luckily, Anne opened the door to the balcony and said the bathroom was empty and I was the only one not ready yet. Once I was dressed, we all climbed into Jack and Lisa's van. I wasn't surprised when we pulled into a mall parking lot. Both Anne and Lisa are die-hard shoppers.

This was to be an unusually erotic shopping trip. As the two couples walked arm in arm, Jack and I walked just behind them. A casual observer wouldn't notice that we were with them, but we watched plenty of shoppers give the two black-white couples a second, even third glance. I guess for all the talk of equality, interracial couples are still rare and some people find it necessary to stare. Or maybe they simply wanted to take another look at two couples so clearly enjoying each other's company. 

As they walked through the stores, both the girls and the guys would comment on who would look good in what. We passed through one lingerie department, and my stomach flipped again as Mason pointed to red tap pant and camisole set. "That's your color," he said to my wife, "but that's too much material." They all laughed, and Anne turned around just enough to wink at me.

The girls set a lazy pace, and we'd already been shopping for nearly an hour when we wandered into a Victoria's Secret store. One of the scenarios Anne had pondered months ago, when Lisa first started talking to her about taking a lover and making a cuck of Jack, was a cuckold shopping trip. For whatever reason, I hadn't seen this coming.

Inside the store, Anne was as open about our relationship as she's ever been in a public place. Three times she called my attention from across the store to say that Mason liked a certain article of lingerie and did I agree. Now the store wasn't all that big, so it wasn't like she was yelling. But it was a very public demonstration of who was who in our particular threesome. 

Jack fared a bit better. Lisa made no announcements, but she I did see her brushing a particularly lacy chemise over Jack's arm and asking him if he thought Justin would like the feel. Jack mumbled yes, he was sure of it.

Eventually, the girls narrowed their choices to three and called us over. Anne stood behind me, pressing her body against my back and whispering in my ear. She knows her hot breath in my ear revs my engine. "Pick one," she purred. "Pick the outfit I'll wear for Mason tonight." Then her hand slid down my chest and over the lump in my pants. We were in a corner of the store and no one could see her hand, but it was still a very forward act for Anne. She chuckled and breathed into my ear again, "Someone is very turned on, isn't he?"

"Yessss," I hissed. "And so are you." 

"I certainly am. I certainly am."

I took her hand and placed it on a lace bra/panty/garter set. The color was almost the same red that caught Mason's eye in the other store. "But forget the panty," I said. "It'll just get in his way."

Anne kissed the back of my neck, sending shivers down my spine. "Someone is very turned on," she whispered. But she wasn't finished. Since I'd been "such a good little shopper," she wanted me to go back to the department store and find another something "special"--this time for Mason to wear. When I started to protest, she hushed me. "Don't argue," she said. "Just do it." Even at a whisper I recognized her dominant voice. There was nothing to do but agree. Anne told me Mason's size and told me to meet them at the restaurant on the other end of the mall in 45 minutes.

Leaving the store, I had only to look at Jack's face to know that he'd gotten the same instructions. "Have you ever..." he started to ask, but I cut him off. "No. This is a first."

We quickly found the men's furnishing department. Since we obviously weren't going 
to be buying plain white Jockeys, we didn't have a huge selection to choose from. At first, Jack and I drifted apart, intent on fulfilling our assignment. I had just about decided on a pair of patterned silk boxer briefs, when Jack came up behind me. He held two plastic hangers; clipped to each was a white thong.

Quietly, Jack explained his logic. Lisa had spent the past week raving about the size of Justin's cock. It wasn't porno star size, Jack said, but in comparison... He let the sentence trail off, and I assured him that I knew exactly what he meant. The thongs were made of that new microfiber that combines the softness of silk and the stretch of 
lycra and were sure to show off every millimeter.

But why two, I asked.

"Cause I bet the girls would like to see 'em wearing the same thing."

I felt that familiar lurch in my gut again. Jack had great cuckold instincts.

We met our wives and their lovers at the restaurant. Anne slid our bag into the shopping bag she now carried without looking, saying surprises were always fun.
We ate and returned to the hotel, where Anne again suggested a trip to the pool. Luckily, it was close to family dinner times, so the area was deserted. The mounting sexual tension of the day led to much more physical pool play. Anne's tiny bra twice slipped off her right breast during the horseplay, and the girls insisted on playing tag by reaching for Mason and Justin's crotches. By the time we left the pool, Mason and Justin's Speedos were showing larger bulges than before, and confirmed the wisdom of Jack's choice.

Once back in the room, Anne stage-managed the preparation for what I knew would be an evening of unparalleled sexual dynamics. Her first instruction to Jack and I: "Strip." This was, of course; one more way of separating Jack and I from the lovers, who tonight would be arrayed in their new finery. Slowly, we both shed our trunks. Jack's cock was, like mine, filling and lengthening. And though I envied his size, it was still not going to be anything to the tool that would be filling his wife again this evening. 

Justin and Mason exchanged wry smiles as Jack and I self-consciously stood before the quartet. Anne busied herself with the bags for longer than I thought necessary before she motioned Jack and I to follow her and Lisa into the bedroom. "Don't go anywhere, lovers," she said, before closing the door.

Anne surprised me by pushing me back against the door and planting a long, wet kiss on my lips.  "I know this is hard on you, on both of you," she said when she came up for air. "And it's going to get harder. But we love you for allowing us to experience this weekend." Her hand slid down my chest and fondled my full-blown erection. "Plus I have to think you're not entirely unhappy with the course of events."

Jack had been receiving the same treatment from his wife, and we groaned in unison. "My new little cuck would seem to agree," giggled Lisa. The ladies gave our cocks one more caress and then stepped away. "Back to business," Lisa laughed.

Our instructions were to undress the ladies and then outfit them in our selections from Victoria's Secret. Anne had indeed skipped the panty, substituting black stockings to give the garter belt something to do. She has sometime recently trimmed her pubic hairs to a thin, tiny triangle, which the garter framed exquisitely. As I fastened the second stocking, I couldn't resist leaning into her and sliding my tongue over her already damp slit. She allowed my advance for a minute, purring a bit even, before gently pushing my head away. "Not yet, hubby," she cooed. "Mason has to leave you a present there first."

She helped me to my feet, at which point I got my first look at Lisa's new lingerie. She wore a nearly transparent bustier, black, with a lace thong and stockings. Jack stood in front of her, transfixed, while she toyed again with his erection. "Are you ready for tonight," she asked him. "Ready to do whatever I ask."

Jack nodded quickly. "Yes," he murmured. "Yes."

"Good," she said, suddenly all business. "Go get our men ready. Their bag is on the table."

I have many times undressed and dressed Mason for Anne's amusement--and his too, I believe--but this was clearly not among Jack's expectations. "You want me to dress Justin?" he asked, amazed.

"And undress," chimed in Anne. She opened the door and motioned us out of the room. "Shoo!"

Mason and Justin stood as we walked back into the main room. I felt more naked than ever, as I retrieved the bag and removed the barely there thongs. I laid it on the end table closest to where Mason was standing. "Nice choice," he said quietly. "Anne will love it."

"It was Jack's idea," I confessed.

"He makes quite the little cuck, doesn't he?" chuckled Mason.

Quickly, I unbuttoned and removed his shirt, unbuttoned his pants and guided them to the floor, and coaxed his boxers over his thickened cock. I held out the thong for him to step into and drew the material up his legs. Although not fully engorged, Mason's cock was still a work of art. Cautiously I adjusted it, knowing that it, too, would feel my tongue before the night was over. Then I drew up the thong, covering the immense shaft. Or, rather, barely covering it. Mason's rich black coloring shone through the thin white material, emphasizing rather than hiding his endowment.

I looked over to see Jack not yet complete with his dressing of Justin. He had lowered Justin's briefs, but seemed mesmerized by being so close to the manhood his wife craved. Finally, Justin prodded him with his toe. "C'mon, man," he said. "Your wife's eager."

I turned around, and Anne and Lisa were indeed standing in the bedroom doorway, watching our progress. Jack blushed violently and scrambled to finish his task. He dragged the thong up Justin's muscled legs, then stopped. "Go ahead, dude," Justin whispered, "you can do it." I saw Jack take a deep breath, and gingerly slide his fingers around Justin's manhood. He tucked it into place, and smoothed the waistband around his wife's lover. 

As we stood, the girls walked into the room and inspected their bed mates. There was much oohing and aahing about the thongs and the way they flattered Mason's and Justin's builds. When I mentioned, again, that they were Jack's idea, Lisa expressed surprise. "You never bought anything this sexy for yourself. Or was that because you didn't have anything to show off?"

While such a remark from Anne would have sent me flying, I was concerned that Lisa might have gone too far for my newbie cuck friend. I looked fearfully at Jack, whose face was now fire red. But I couldn't help noticing that his penis was standing straight up and he returned my look with a reassuring smile. "You're probably right, dear" he said, but by then Lisa was deep into a kiss with Justin.

The two couples stood in front of Jack and I, kissing and caressing as if they'd been apart for months. Their hands roamed over each other, and the girls even dropped to their knees to mouth their lovers' cocks through the strained thongs. I was desperate to play with my own cock, but the first time I made a move to touch myself, my wife immediately told me to stop.




The Weekend Away



We went away for a couple of days to a cottage in West Wales that belonged to a friend of mine. There was just the two of us, no kids. The first day was lovely, we walked on the beach and along the headlands and planned a meal in the cottage that evening and relax, just reading and taking some time out together. Around seven o'clock the weather started to turn for the worse, and within an our or so it was a full blown storm, with gales, thunder and lightning, just before the weather got angry, she had gone to the local village to get some minor provisions that we had forgotten to bring with us. So as the weather worsened I began to worry about her knowing how worried she would be out in the weather alone.

I have never understood the fear some people had of thunderstorms. Ever since I was a child, I loved to feel the shudder in my chest with the loud rumble that occurred during big storms. Even now as an adult the middle of a pitch black night and a thunderstorm were one of my favourite things. However, since she was a small girl my wife had always been extremely scared of storms. Parents can screw up a child's mind in so many ways; this was only one of the things she had held onto through her childhood and into adulthood. She still only thinks of one thing when it there is a bad storm, hiding away until it was over. I always knew of her fear of storms and though I couldn't understand, I did have empathy for her and I have also had a desire to prove to her that she could feel safe, and possibly even enjoy a storm as I did. Although in truth I know this will never happen, but it worries me that it is something I cant share with her.

Later she told me that when she drove the car up the long drive she had an incredible feeling of power, not only had she driven through a torrential downpour, but she also did it in the dark and alone, something she had always found extremely hard to cope with. I know most people would find such fear stupid, but to Becky and I it was a major accomplishment, nonetheless. 

I had just finished feeding the dog and sat down with my book trying to take my mind off whether she was ok, when I heard the keys in the lock. 

"Simon, you here sweetheart?" I heard her call out. I jumped up from the sofa and almost flew into the kitchen, 

"My darling!" 

I greeted her with a smile, and arms wide open to welcome her. 

"I was so worried about you babe, I thought you might wait it out for an hour in town." I told her. 

"Well, to be honest" She said, "I started to wait it out, but decided since I hate storms and being alone in a strange town, I would grit my teeth and drive out here slowly, because if was with you, I'd be safe." 

I grinned and pulled her into my arms hugging her tightly, so pleased she made it back to the cottage. 

"Well, babe, first things first, those wet clothes have got to go." 

I unbuttoned her shirt and helped her remove it. 

"Throw your jeans on the floor and we can dry them later" I smiled. 

Now standing in her knickers and Bra she headed to the bedroom to find some clean clothes, and I began to run a warm bath and lit some scented candles for her while she looked. 

"Simon you know I am capable of doing these things myself baby." She told me. 

"I know but this is my treat for you since you were so brave and drove out here alone." I replied smiling and closed the bathroom door leaving her alone to wash up. 

Only a short time into her bath, the lights flickered then the power went out. Thank goodness I had left her candle burning. Becky dried off slipped her clean shorts and vest on and headed for the living room. 

"Simon where are you?" She said in a panic 

"Siiimmonn" a cool breeze was all she felt in the room, but it was the noise of the wind and the roar of thunder that frightened her. 

"Over here on the sofa sweety" I said. Just as I said that the wind blew thru the window blowing out the only candle we had in the living room and everything was suddenly totally dark. 

"Oh shit" I heard her mutter. 

"Now what?" she said the tension in her voice obvious. 

"Now" I said, "we wait for the power to come back on since the only candles we have are out in the garage. 

"Simon, you know I hate storms," she said quietly. 

"Its OK darling" I said, "I can find you something to take your mind off the storm." 

I felt in the dark for her hand and pulled her toward me. I slid behind her with me sitting in between her legs. 

"How about a massage to rub the days cares away?" I whispered. 

Feeling the tenseness in her shoulders and neck, as I rubbed gently, I softly said, 

"Let me help you kick this fear". 

Becky melted back into my arms and leaned back as I kissed her gently on the lips. 

"I love you darling" I said. My hands worked down her shoulders, over her upper arm gently rubbing and stroking the fear away. 

I could feel her full breasts pressed thru her vest into my chest. Each time leant forward I could feel her cleavage press into me, she would sigh and whimper as I gently stroked and kissed her softly, as I continued she began to search for my lips as moved toward her and also moved one hand to her thigh and began stroking her there also.

"I think you've gone past relaxed and into excitement" I told her. "Which is good as then the storm will be out of your mind." I smiled. 

I felt her hand on my thigh rubbing up and down searching me out as I continued to stroke and kiss her lovingly.

"Darling I cant see a thing," she said. 

"Well, then sweetie, you will just have to feel your way around," I said. 

I took my hand from her thigh and slid it toward her pussy, sliding under the waistband of her shorts I could feel how wet she was, as I circled her swollen clit and first inserted one finger then two. Her breathing was heavy and as I moved the shorts down over her hips I could feel the rise and fall of her chest as her breathing increased. With her free hand she adjusted my cock in my shorts, just with her touch I felt it throbbing and it growing harder by the minute.

The thunder got louder, as I felt her way along her body. The nightie straps had fallen over her shoulders; I kissed them gently while cupping her breast in my hands. I slid her hand into the front of my shorts, the tip of her fingers sliding thru the precum on my cockhead. Her firm grip on my shaft made me buck my hips forward to offer her more. 

Lightning lit up the room for a brief second, I glanced down to see her tongue touch the tip of my cock, licking and swirling her tongue around the head she tasted every bit I offered her. He moaned loudly forgetting the thunder outside. 

"Simon I need you inside me." 

I leaned back on the couch and held open her clean-shaven pussy lips. Lightning gave me a glance at her wetness, as I bent down and plunged my tongue into her wet hole. 

"Oh God Simon, I need to cum, MMMM, suck my clit while you finger me" she said. I obliged taking my time alternating between sucking and licking her hard pink clit. My fingers slid in and out of her wetness, until I felt them being gripped by her pussy as she reached her first orgasm. 

"I'm cumming babe," she moaned. 

"Becky, lay back let me inside you, let me fill you" 

I laid back on the couch and felt my cock slide easily into her past the shaven lips and into her deep wet hole, making the noise that I loved to hear. 

"Oh darling you feel so wet, I can't contain myself long, I'm going to pump you full of my seed." I spoke as I pumped hard and deep into her, I felt her muscles tighten around my cock, and my cum beginning to run down her crack of her arse. I had stayed partially up while I fucked her hard, now with one motion we had rolled so that she was on top my cock sliding up and down over all of my inches, her moans now drowning out the thunder, I could see from the lightning flashes her nipples were hard and ready to be sucked, I leaned up and grabbed on in my lips as I fucked her. I sucked, hard, along with each thrust, the timing was perfect, the sound of the thunder, the strokes of my cock inside her, I felt my balls tighten beneath her arse, as I shot my hot wet load into her, she moaned and let loose her orgasm, with me, pulling her breast from my mouth as she collapsed on me. Our breaths matching and calming together as we listened to the thunder in the distance and heard the rain gently on the roof, as we drifted off peacefully to sleep.

The sun was shining through the window as I raised myself up on one elbow. She rested against me in the bed, her warm back pressing against my stomach and chest. I watched her as her rhythmic breathing filling the room. She was curled against her pillow, sleeping soundly, with me spooned around her. Listening to her breath, I still marvelled at how good it felt even after ten years to have her next to me in the morning. As I rested on my arm and watched her sleep, I thought about how far we had come and wondered how far we had yet to go.

Her stirring broke my reverie as I took my hand and placed it against her hip, steadying her against me. I didn't want to lose this contact, this amazing connection I felt with her this morning. Our time alone together was so fleeting and so precious that every moment I could spend with her, next to her, touching her was magical. I knew that we had to find more time together, my job was keeping us apart to much, Until coming here for the weekend, we had only spent 6 days in the same country during the last 4 weeks. I draped my arm in the hollow of her waist and looked at her again. Her luxurious dark hair was in a flurry around her exquisite face, I would never tire of looking at her, she was everything I could ever ask for in a partner, in fact she was my soul mate, my ideal in every way. She was a very light sleeper, never still, always reacting to the slightest noise, or creak, and as a result her hair looked so dishevelled every morning. This was the first night that we had spent together in ages that I remember her actually being still and quiet next to me. Yet she still gripped her pillow in stubborn defiance as if she had been fighting her own personal battle during the night.

I eased down in the bed and carefully slipped my arm under her, pulling her even closer, she moaned and wriggled closer to me as I put my face into her hair and took a deep breath. It was warm, soft, and smelled so sweet. Her hands found mine and subconsciously she laced her fingers between mine, pulling my arms tighter around her. I smiled to myself that she felt safe enough to sleep even with me holding her, realising that she had finally released the pillow from her clutches. I couldn't resist her shoulder that was peeking from under the covers, so I removed my face from her hair long enough to give it a long, lingering kiss. I wondered how she could sleep through my attention.... or was she??

A small smile passed across her face when she felt my lips touch her shoulder. She loved feeling my strong arms around her, and my warm body against hers. What a way to wake up! Yet, rather than break the momentum of the moment and let me know she was indeed awake, she chose to lie there and allow me to continue trying to wake her. My warm mouth kissing her shoulder was almost more than she could stand, and she began to wiggle her toes and fingers. With a gentle sigh, she began to stretch and yawn, pushing her hands over her head, all feigned stirrings to make me think I was just barely getting somewhere, but as I continued she did not try to stop me. She rolled slightly toward me, opening her eyes in sleepy response.

"Good morning," she whispered huskily, smiling at me.

This was my cue to take one of her breasts into my hand and hold it gently, rolling the nipple with my fingers. She softly moaned as my mouth travelled from her shoulder to her neck and up her ear, my arm underneath her curling and holding her fast against me. The feeling of my hot breath and warm wet mouth against her skin was beginning to drive her crazy, even when she was still a bit drowsy. I began to strip her pyjamas from her, and at that moment she wondered why she even bothered wearing any, realizing that I had been naked all along. Turning completely to me, she offered herself. I touched her face lightly and began to kiss her. Her mouth was warm from sleep, and I took my time with this kiss, softly possessing her lips and tongue alternately. I kissed her nose, her eyelids, her cheeks, then and the hollow of her throat. Finally I took one of her nipples in my mouth, and she arched to meet my suckling. I knew, then, that she was not only fully awake, but fully involved in my lovemaking.

My hands travelled down between her legs. God, she was wet! I was very gentle and slow with my hands, using soft, loving touches, knowing that her nerve endings were probably not fully functional yet. I pushed open her thighs with firm pressure until she relaxed and exposed herself to me. Lightly stroking her bud, I felt a rush of wetness on my hand. I knew then that she was getting very close, and teased her open with my fingertips, thrusting two fingers deeply inside her. She arched against the intrusion and I felt her muscles tighten inside with pleasure. She groaned heartily with every movement, her breath quickening and her body arching in the luxury of the moment, I found her centre of pleasure inside, carefully massaging her to an orgasm, and felt her pulse around me as she peaked. Withdrawing my fingers, I was amazed at how they were glistening with her juices. I placed them into my mouth and savoured her sweetness, then kissed her deeply so that she could taste herself. I eased my arms around her, and pulled her to me, feeling her heart beating wildly against me. Looking down at her draped lovingly over me, her sighs of contentment ruffling the hair on my chest, I was suddenly overcome with the deepest emotion for her. I couldn't resist kissing her on the forehead and hugging her close telling her how much I loved and needed her to be part of my life.

Within the hug, she tipped her face smiled telling me that she loved me more than life itself and that she wasn't going anywhere and began to nuzzle at my neck, kissing first my chin, my cheek, then sliding up my jaw then to my ear. She sucked and nibbled at it, breathing warmly into it as my breathing increased. As she kissed down my neck, she could feel my quickening pulse under her lips, until she got to my chest. There, she suckled my nipples as I had done hers, and listened to my sighs telling me how much she loved sucking my nipples. But I knew she was far from finished. Her soft wet velvet tongue made a trail down my belly, my dark hairs sticking wetly against my skin. She blew a fine, cool, burst of air onto the wetness, causing me to suck in my breath and goosebumps to appear on my arms. I groaned in mock protest, and she grinned at me raising her eyebrow and said laughing:

"you woke me up ... now suffer!" Although suffering was the last thing on my mind when I felt her hot mouth envelop my shaft.

I groaned lowly as her mouth sank down me. Her tongue teased me to attention, and her hand encircled me at the base. She tasted my nectar on her tongue as I became more and more aroused. She sucked gently on me until I begged her to suck harder. I then wondered aloud if that had upset her, but she assured me that the only way she would know what I wanted is if I asked her for it. I relaxed into her attentions, as her mouth went back to work. I asked her to get in between my legs, and she did, never releasing me from her mouth. My hands found her hair, and I buried my fingers in its softness, trying to guide her pace. She suckled slowly, teasingly, her lips tightening around me until my own hand moved and began to take over. She held the tip of me in her mouth, and stroked my thighs and around my manhood as I stroked myself. My moaning told her what to do and how hard to do it ... she watched my hands intently, trying to learn the right movements to please me. She felt my legs tensing around her, and she knew I was close, so she leaned her mouth into my scrotum and began to lick and suck there. That was all it took, moaning I released a torrent into the air and onto her and myself. She eased out of the bed and retrieved a soft towel and began to gently clean me.

I held open my arms beckoning her to my side, cuddling her close as she came to me. She lay next to me, moulding herself against me and wrapping her leg over my, and we kissed lingeringly. This was the part I knew she cherished most. She always told me that she had never been with anyone who cared enough to stay awake after making love, let alone hold her afterwards and just talk to or caress her. We had lovely, intimate conversations about life our children and love and everything in between. Often, it culminated in another lovemaking session, but this morning, we were content just to hold, caress, and kiss each other content to be just there together. My strong arms wrapped tightly around her, and she stroked my chest, arms and hands as we talked about missing each other so terribly when I was away. I knew that we were beginning to realise that while they neither one had any answers how it would happen, we both needed to find a way to continue waking up with one another like this every morning for the rest of our lives! But we could talk more about that when we got home, but the storm and its aftermath had certainly addressed more than just Becky's fear. 



The Weekend Away



Mike was seemingly frantic as he ran through his beach house dusting here, organizing there, wondering what the hell that was over there. Out on the sun deck, his new girlfriend Kelly was sunning herself in a dangerously small bikini. "Michael, you're being obsessive again." She said, watching him jump from place to place. 

"They'll be here in a few hours and I want to be sure this place is clean." He said, not missing a beat.

"It's clean, now come out here, please." She instructed. "Michael." She said more sternly and he stopped in his place and looked outside at Kelly. She smiled at him with her big smile wrapped inside her plump lips. Mike couldn't help but do her bidding. He exited the clean house onto the sun deck and sat down on the chair next to Kelly. "Much better." She said. "Now, I am going to roll over, can you get my back?" She asked handing him the bottle of dark tanning oil from the small side table. 

What was he going to say? This hot woman was laying damn near naked on his patio and she wanted him to rub her down, who in their right mind would say no? He happily took the bottle and Kelly shifted herself pushing up from the chair and starting to turn. She was abnormally muscular for a woman, but she was also very tall, fitness was her profession. Her overly large breasts hung down low and made contact with the rubber lining of the lounge chair. She reached back and untied her string bikini top with her excessively large hands, much larger than an average woman even for her height. Mike watched her as she settled before he stood up and moved the same chair, sitting beside her. He casually dripped the oil over the top of her broad muscled back, down into the narrowing small above her thong exposed ass. Her perfectly round mounds circled nicely into what can only be described as the perfect ass. As he rubbed the oil in, he traced his hands over her shoulders, down along her rippling back into the dip of her lower back stopping and taking a little extra time on her bare bottom before completing the journey down her lean long legs. 

Kelly smiled and sighed with each stroke. "This is nice." She said. 

Meanwhile, back more towards the mainland...

Sam was pacing back and forth in the bedroom looking extremely conflicted. His arms were crossed over his chest and he continued to look at his wife, Lari sprawled out on the bed completely naked and spread eagle with her knees propped up for that perfect view of glistening wet pussy. 

"Come on, there's no reason we have to be the first ones there." Lari said. "All I am asking for is a quickie, pump and dump, honey." She cooed at him. He stopped and watched her, beckoning him to mount her. 

"Lari, come on, don't do this to me, you know how I like to be on time." Sam said in protest.

"There is no 'on time' we're going there for the weekend, no one else is going to be there until after 7. So, get your pants off and satisfy your wife." She ordered, her hand now trailing down between her small, and humble breasts. Her nipples began hardening at her own touch, her hand barely touching her skin as she traced her way down to her thick curly muff then cupping down and over her wetted vagina. 

"What are you doing? That's not fair." Sam said, beginning to feel himself caving. There was no such thing as a quickie with Lari. She could never get enough. Her appitite for sex was legendary, well it was at least to Sam. Most guys get dirty filthy sex on their birthdays, Sam got it 5 or 6 times a week whether he was in the mood or not, Lari was insatiable. And when it was a special occasion, she would promise him dirty sex, which often prompted Sam to ask, "how much dirtier can it get?" And she always some way, somehow blew his mind. 

Lari's hand continued to creep over her pussy, finding the right button to push for both herself and for Sam. She knew what he liked, and she wasn't afraid to use it against him. Sam was sucker when it came to watching his wife masturbate. He loved watching her feel herself up by pinching and pulling on her breasts and nipples. He loved how her hips would jut up and around as she fingered herself. And he knew if she started touching her wet hole, he'd lose it. He was trying so hard to resist, but once her first finger went inside, and buried deep and Lari's eyes rolled back into her head, he lost the ability to fight it off. 

"Damn you." He said, moaning. She smiled at him through her own quite moan. 

"Pants, off, now." She ordered. Sam unbuckled his pants, dropped them to the floor and unleashed his fully erect cock. Quickly he jumped onto the bed, Lari removed her finger and allowed her husband to thoroughly bang the shit out of her. 

On the other side of town, another couple was in a similar dilemma...

"Tom, let's gooooooooo!" Becky shrieked from the bottom of the stairs. 

"Just doing a once over. I feel like I've forgotten something." Tom said as he searched the master bedroom and then the master bath. He seemed as though something were very out of place or missing. 

"We have everything we need, now come on, the waiting is killing me." Becky said. She stared up the steps, her fingers tapping on the banister while her hips shifted and girated back and forth like a person doing the pee-pee dance. But this wasn't a need to use the bathroom, this was something she needed to do much more urgently. 

Tom appeared at the top of the steps. "Your mother has everything for the kids, right?"

"Yes, now please can we leave?" Becky said in a whining way. 

"Take it easy." Tom said as he started down the steps. "You really can't wait, can you?" He asked, smiling, maybe even teasing. 

"Are you kidding me?" Becky said, "do you have any idea how long it's been?"

"Yes, yes I do, Beck." Tom said, taking a moment to try and calculate how long it really has been. "It's a long time to go without your favorite activity."

"It's like a lifetime, now please, the bags are packed, the car is started, we have to go now." 

"Alright, alright, let's go." Tom said, waiving Becky towards the door. She quickly turned and headed out the garage door with Tom in tow. 

Quickly she got into the car, never bothering to put her seat belt on. Tom once again did a glance over in the back seat, just to be sure all bags were there. "TOM!" Becky shouted with a clear sense of urgency. Tom chuckled to himself and walked around to the driver's side and got in with a flop as his ass hit the leather seat. 

Becky shifted in her seat, turning towards Tom with eager anticipation. "Hold on." Tom said. "Wait until I get out of the drive way. Last time I almost hit the mailbox." He stated as he adjusted the mirrors. 

Becky sighed but complied with his request. Slowly Tom backed out of the driveway and turned right and braked. He stopped and paused a moment looking over at Becky. "Okay, now you can start." He said. She smiled with excitement and reached for the waist of Tom's mesh shorts and yanked them down. With her other hand she reached side and pulled out his dick and positioned it so that she could have easy access. He wasn't quite hard yet, but he was certainly well on his way. And once Becky's mouth sucked to the base of his dick, the flood gates opened and he was at full mast in no time. 

Becky started slurping and sucking as Tom began to creep the car forward, moving slow as though in no rush. And Becky could care less that I was still day light out, this was after all her favorite activity, which she full planned to take advantage of since now they were in for a long car ride with no children in the back seat. She could do this for hours, literally, her neck and jaw were extremely fit. 

In the very quite subburbs...

Ash walked out his front door with a suitcase in one hand and a 30 pack of suds in the other. As he moved towards the open gate of his SUV he heard honking and a couple of unpleasant jarrings from passers by. He had built up a tolerance for them now. 

Shortly after his super fit, well toned, incredibly well breasted wife Aria came from the house with a suit case that was clearly heavy causing her tight muscular abs to be in full six-pack form. The honking stopped when she came out, and most drivers slowed down to get a closer look. 

"Here you go, think this is the last one." Aria said. As Ashton put the bag into the back of the SUV a driver going by slammed on the breaks loud enough to squeal and also cause Ashton and Aria to turn out of shock. 

"Put some clothes on your fucking freaks!" I gentleman yelled quite enraged from his car. "Sick fucks!" He screamed before he sped away. Aria just looked at Ashton and shook her head. Ashton closed the gate to the truck and put his arm around his wife. 

"Some people just don't understand the freedom of being nude." Ashton said, proudly. 

"No they don't." Aria said looking at her naked husband. "Plus not everyone looks as good as we do." She said. 

"This is so very true, my love. This is sooooo very true." 

Aria was an athlete from the time she could walk, and she was never ever ashamed of herself for being well toned and sexy. Her body didn't have an ounce of fat on it, which is ultimately why she had to buy her breasts. And she didn't hold back either, she went for the full sized d-cup, which was quite the upgrade from her boyish flat chest she once had. The skin was pulled so tight over the implants that she had pinches around her breasts, not to mention that her nipples were teenie-tiny and point nearly straight up. The rest of her body is as you would expect a woman who is nearly all muscle, toned and tight in all areas, including her small but well rounded back side which if you'd bounce a quarter off you'd get back two dimes and a nickel. Her abs were like steel and a sharp pattern from her lower abs practically made a point to her trimmed box shaped muff which wasn't quite enough to cover her overly bulbis clitoris which hung low and looked like a fat rain drop. 

Ashton was as equally ripped, though his chose be fit didn't come for some years after meeting Aria. But by this point his physique was no less impressive than that of the statue David. Only Ashton had a much longer, thicker penis and some well developed testicles. As he stood in the drive with his hot naked wife by his side, his penis hung down low, nearly to the top of his knee. He felt happy standing in the cool afternoon air, as though nothing would ever bother him ever again. 

"So, shall we?" Ashton asked. Aria turned to him and nodded then moved her narrow muscle tightened ass to the passenger side. 

Back on the mainland...

Sam and Lari had never managed to get moving in timely manor, the quickie was turning into anything but. Lari had one leg propped up onto the bed, one hand bracing the wall, the other resting on her propped upper thigh. Sam was behind her, one hand clutching her hip, the other wrapped tightly around her waist as he ruthlessly fucked her. 

"Yes, yes, yes!" Lari screamed with no restraint. "Ram my ass, baby. RAM IT!" She screamed even louder.

"I thought this was going to be a quickie?" Sam asked between gasping breaths. 

"Shut up and give it to me, give me your cock!" 

"We're going to be late." Sam said again, but never slowing down his pace of ass thumping that he was providing to his demanding wife. 

"Shut the fuck up and cock me mother fucker!" Lari screamed, reaching back and grabbing Sam's hair and yanking him forward. "Yes, yes, yes!" She shouted over and over as Sam blasted her ass as hard and as nasty as she was begging for. 

"Don't you cum yet, Sam. Not until I tell you. Don't you dare stop fucking my ass." 

"Too late for that." Sam said, groaning, releasing Lari and stepping back. Lari jumped into quick action turning around and falling to her knees. She reached out and grabbed Sam's balls, yanking them down. Then she took the head of this cock and pinched the opening closed, but it was too late. The first blast of cum launched from this shaft, flying out like a fire hose and splashing against Lari's cheek.

She realized it was too late to stop him, so she embraced the onslaught of flying cum letting each splash hit her all over her face, chin, and neck, smiling the entire time and jerking the last and final drops out. Sam stumbled away from Lari's grasp on his nether regions and fell back onto a rocking chair gasping for air and wondering where this tiny little woman's sex drive came from. 

Lari staid on her knees laughing like a two bit slut and wiping the cum around her face then licking her fingers off. "Oh, I love it. I love it!" She groaned and gargled. Sam watched her in amazement and wiped his forehead. 

Lari came down from her sexual excitement with a sudden sigh, looking at Sam. "Okay, just need to get a quick rinse and then we can go." She said with incredible nonchalance. Then she got to her feet and walked into the master bath and the shower on. Sam was not at all surprised by her reaction, that's how it was 5 or 6 days a week. 

Slowly he got from the chair and began getting dressed. 

Meanwhile, along the turn pike...

Tom's left hand held the steering while his left elbow rested on the arm bar. His right hand was down the back of Becky's pants wiggling around her asshole. It was all he could reach. Becky was sucking on Tom's cock with a fury, ready to swallow her second load. 

"Hold on, babe." Tom said. "Toll booth coming up."

Becky sat up, wiping her mouth and settling into her seat and buckling her seat belt. Tom pulled through the toll and handed the clerk a couple dollars. "How are you?" He asked, causally.

"Fine thanks. Here you go." The clerk said handing Tom his change. 

"Have a good one." Tom said as he put the car into gear.

"You too." The clerk said, barely audible as Tom started speeding off. Becky quickly undid her seat belt and resumed her kneeling position on the passenger seat and put Tom's cock back into her mouth and once again sucked with a fury. Tom's hand also resumed its position down the back Becky's jeans and found her asshole to wiggle around. 

Only but a few miles behind Tom and Becky, Ashton and Aria sped along minding their own business. All along beside them, traffic would slow, especially when Ashton moved to pass in the left lane. Often drivers, particularly male drivers would speed up once they too notice to the exceptionally looking Aria. Sometimes they'd follow along for a mile or two, when they did Aria flirted with them while Ashton laughed and enjoyed the antics.

"Look at this clown." She said, taking note of a younger, nerdy type kid in a beat to shit Volvo trying to keep pace with Ashton in his sharp looking Escalade. Clearly the kid was infatuated with Aria staring at her more so than the road. "Watch this." She said, dapping the tip of her finger against her tongue, making it nice and moist then trailing it down to tight firm titty. She began swirling around her tiny, pointy nipple, flicking it like an eraser. The kid clearly was losing it, going back and forth between the show Aria was putting on and the road. 

"Oh, shit." She shouted, watching the kid, taking her hand away from her solid boob and leaning closer out the window. The nerd had reached into his open fly. "He's whipping out his little pee-pee. It's so cute." She said, half giggling. 

In order to keep him entertained, she proceeded to make a blowing motion with her hand, while using her tongue to represent a cock head against her cheek. She pressed her firm breasts against the window and it was all over. Suddenly the shitty Volvo went skidding off the side of the road, down an embankment and smashed into a tree. 

"Fuck me." Aria said, surprised and scared. The kid in the Volvo managed to pull himself from the smashed up car and dumbly waived. "Oh, he's fine." She said, somewhat relieved.

"Little nerdy perv." Ashton said continuing down the highway with no real emotion towards the situation. 

By now Mike had finally relaxed. It may have been the filthy sex he'd just received from Kelly, or it may be the third martini he had just started sipping, in either case he was feeling very chill. Kelly was sitting by his side, not wearing a top now and her tits still glistening with cum from where Mike had unloaded on her. "Aren't you going to clean that off?" He asked her. 

"I will eventually. I like how it feels." She said very causally, not even looking Mike's direction, keeping her nose in her magazine. 

"Alright." Mike said taking a sip of his drink. 

The door bell rang, chiming all the way to the back of the house and echoing in the large, high ceiling living room. He got up, martini in hand and somewhat stumbled through his first steps. Kelly grabbed her bikini top, startled by the door bell and made a dash for the hot tub. She quickly began cleaning the slingers of cum from her cleavage and attaching her red string top. 

Mike opened the door, smiling, "Hey!" He shouted at the sight of Tom and Becky. Both of them shouting their choice of hellos back at him. They hugged and shook hands and Mike invited them inside. 

"Here, follow me to your room." He said, taking them down the hall. 

"The place is looking great, Mike." Tom said, following a staggering Mike.

"Really, it does. Did you do some work?" Becky asked.

"Nope, just some good old fashioned elbow grease and a lot of beer." Mike said, chuckling, slurring his words slightly. Tom looked over at Becky and mocked Mike by using his hand, cupping it into a holding position and flicking his wrist towards him mouth. Becky smiled and giggled under her breath. 

"Here you. This is your room." Mike said, pushing his way inside the guest room, which had a nicely decorated king sized bed. 

Tom moved past him and wheeled the suitcases in, putting them into the open closet. He looked around, as did Becky. But she wasn't interested in the room. "So, Michael...where's Kelly." She asked, teasing. Mike was always the single guy, never had a steady girlfriend, hell he rarely ever went home with a strange girl, but always bragged about getting laid though none of his friends had ever met anyone he'd ever been with. Nothing ever stuck with him it seemed, and all his sexual encounters were one night stands. 

"Ah, you're going to love her, Beck. She's outside in the hot tub." Mike said, smiling from ear to ear. She'd rarely ever seen him smile like that. When he told stories of his sexual conquests he'd always have a silly, shit eating grin. 

Outside, Kelly relaxed in the hot tub, letting the warm water soak over her gigantic breasts, which seemed to float on top of the heated water. Mike came out not a moment later still with his further emptying martini glass. Kelly sat up, half surprised, then curious. "Who was at the door?" She asked, her voice crackling, changing pitch from low to high. It was like she was correcting her tone. 

"It was my friends, Tom and Becky. They are getting changed in the bedroom, they'll be joining us shortly." Mike said, putting his glass on the table next to the hot tub and removing his shirt. He looked like your stereotypical Irish-American. He lacked any form of muscle, but was extremely strong. He had a round, hairy pot bell that sagged slightly over the waist of his shorts. His shoulders were weak and small, and his skin was overly pale with straggling traces of hair over his body. Kelly loved his "I don't try very hard" look, and looked him over with an intense stare as he slipped into the hot tub. "AHHH." Said, finally relaxing for the first time. 

The door bell rang again, Mike's eye opened up, with the slant of annoyance. Fortunately, Tom was coming outside and stopped. "I'll get it, bro. You relax." He said, waving Mike to stay in the hot tub before going back inside and heading for the door. 

Tom walked over to the door and opened it with a smile, which quickly turned to a look of utter shock and confusion. Ashton stood in the doorway, butt ass naked with his arms held open warmly. "Thomas!" He shouted and without Tom's approval wrapped his large, muscled arms around him. 




The Weekend Away



Tom froze, keeping his arms at his side. "Hello, Ashton." He said, his voice very quite, very subdued. His face wrinkled up, in disgust with the feeling of nausea in his stomach. "Ashton..." Tom asked.

"Yeah, pal." Ashton said, continuing his embrace, his head now resting on Tom's shoulder. 

"You're naked." Tom said, whispering. 

"That I am my friend. And I am loving every minute of it." Ashton said, clearly pleased and unrestrained by his nakedness. He released Tom and looked at him. "It's been too long."

"Yes...long it is...has been!" He quickly shouted, his eyes jumping from Ashton's long limp penis back up to Ashton. 

"Hi, Tom!" Aria yelled, coming up from the car wearing nothing but some flip-flops. Tom slammed his eyes shut for a moment before opening them again, letting his vision adjust to be sure he really was looking at what he saw, a naked, hard bodied Aria strutting her fine self towards him. Her tits standing at attention, her nipples pointing her in the right direction. 

"Is that Ashton and Ari...what the fuck?" Becky said, stuttering and taking a baffled step back in the door way. 

"Becky!" Ashton shouted, grabbing her and giving her a hug. She had no problems returning the favor, her arms wrapping tightly around Ashton's rippling back, pulling him close for a tight squeeze and getting the feeling and an impressive, thick dick grinding into her stomach. "Hi Ashton." She said with a welcoming smile. 

She looked at Tom, who clearly disapproved of his wife embrace another man, and a naked man at that. Once she saw Aria, looking incredibly toned...and naked with her bad ass tits steering in Tom's direction, she quickly let go of Ashton. Aria held out her open arms to Tom, who in a revenge like manor happily accepted her welcoming hug. He put his arms on her back, feeling her toned hard muscled, his hands casually, just causally enough to make it seem accidentally slid down her back, feeling every strand and brushing over her firm backside. His eyes continued looking at Becky the entire time, smiling like a fool. She looked back with a minor fury. 

Aria then released Tom and headed for Becky, giving her the same welcoming, open arms. Becky did the same as Tom, wrapping her arms around her, feeling the strands of perfect muscle on her back, and she was unable to control herself as she put her hands on Aria's ass, not so causally as Tom, which caused Aria to take notice and back away looking very uncomfortable, looking at Becky with an odd off center glare. Becky immediately felt stupid for the longer than expected touch.

Mike was feeling frisky after the vodka had moved through his system and was at its peak, so he was feeling up Kelly, who was not fighting him off in any way. He kissed her neck and she giggled, his hand went to her floating breast and he'd push it down under the water, only to watch it bounce back up like a flotation device time after time, which again caused Kelly to giggle. He moved lower down her body, his hand moving to her crotch under the water grabbing a hold of her flesh down below. That is when she stopped him. "No, not now." She said. "You know what will happen and I can't hide that in a bikini." She said. 

With reluctance, but in complete agreement, Mike moved away. "Good thinking. It's not time for that." He said and sat back against the wall. But it was slightly too late, Kelly already had some arousal going and when Tom and Becky came to the patio, Mike was the only one who stood up. His drunken mind made him forget that he was rocking a boner. 

"Whoa, you're birdie's trying to fly away." Tom said, pointing and laughing. Mike quickly dipped down into the water, his face turning red now. And it was starting to go away, starting to settle under his shorts, that was until the gloriously naked Aria walked out. Then he was fully hard once again. 

"Holy, shit Aria...you're naked as can be." Mike said, in astonishment. Ashton soon followed, his cock flopping from one leg to another as he walked. This only fueled Mike's erection on further. "Whoa!" Mike shouted. And even Kelly sat up, now herself aroused leaning forward, not ashamed to be interested in the fabulously naked Aria and Ashton. 

"Yeah, we had the same reaction when we opened the door." Tom said. Becky in tow, nodding in agreement. 

"Dudes, uh, what's going on?" Mike asked, still aroused with the tip of his short penis touching the wall of the hot tub making him flinch and adjust.

"We're nudists." Ashton said then going to his wife's side and putting his arm around her. She looked at him with pride and satisfaction. 

"No, shit." Mike said, with a combined tone of surprise and sarcasm. 

Mike, Kelly, Tom and Becky stared at the naked couple for a moment all of them with expressions of uncertainty. Here is this proud, fit, muscle covered naked couple standing in front of them, her tits exposed as well as her big 'ol clit, and his cock hanging down between his knees. Do you congratulate them for their new found freedom? Do you tell them they are all uncomfortable and want them to get dressed? Do you admire their glorious hard bodies and causally tell them they'd like to fuck them six ways from Sunday right here and now on the patio? There's no real good answer. 

"Uh...." Mike started. "Oh, so everyone, since you're here, this is my girlfriend, Kelly." Mike said, turning to Kelly as she smiled with embarrassment. All eyes were now turned on her, suddenly her tiny bikini top, holding two heaving breasts wasn't so small anymore. 

"Hey, guys. Mike's told me a lot about all of you. But he didn't mention...that." She said, motioning towards Ashton and Aria. 

"That's because this is a newly discovered...thing." Mike said. 

"Nice to meet you Kelly." Becky said, extending her hand out and squatting down to reach Kelly, who graciously accepted Becky's hand. Tom returned the favor, as well as Ashton, who when he squatted allowed his cock to dangle and flop against the pavement. Aria did the same, her fattened clit nearly doing the same as Ashton's cock. Kelly stared at Aria's thick, succulent clit in a way that made her curious. How does a woman get such a dangling rain drop? Steroids, that's how.

After all the introductions, they all climbed into the hot tub and began drinking and mingling. They laughed and remembered old times, sharing stories of how much of a man whore Mike was and that Kelly must know the secret to his heart in order for him to stick with one woman. She smiled at each story, only knowing deep inside that she did in fact know the secret to keeping Mike satisfied. 

The heat was starting to get to her and she hoisted herself from the hot water to the side of the hot tub and let the cool evening air hit her body. Her nipples instantly stiffened up, pushing the fabric of her bikini into a miniature tent. And rather than keeping her legs together, she had them slightly parted, very rare even for the most premiscuous of women. Tom sighed and looked her over causally, tracing his eyes down her body, from her lean figure, to her huge breasts, her flat stomach and then her balls...wait, a fucking minute!

Tom did a double take when he got to her crotch. Were those balls tucked tightly into an even tighter red bikini bottom? It sure wasn't a glob of pussy lips unless she had some serious deformities down there. He couldn't quite make it out, but there was clearly something odd about the shape of her crotch. And to avoid being caught, he stopped staring and his mind started wondering. He looked at Ashton, who strangely enough was looking at Tom with the same curious expression. They shrugged to one another, wondering, could it be?

"Okay," Kelly said, stepping fully from the hot tub. "This heat is all I can take, I am going to clean up and get ready for dinner." She said. "Back in a few."

"Okay, sweetie." Mike said, watching her walk away, as did the others. She shook her butt as she walked, it was seductive, but not natural. It was as though something was hindering her from walking like a true lady.

"So, you're nudists?" Mike, turning his attention to Ashton and Aria. 

Not too much later, the door bell rang yet again. By now the entire group had moved from the hot tub to the patio table and were enjoying their beverages wrapped in towels, well everyone except for Ashton and Aria who continued with their literal free swinging attitudes. 

Mike excused himself from the table as they continued to chat. He opened the door and Sam was standing in the doorway. "Hi." He said, his voice low and annoyed. "Sorry we're late." 

"Who cares, man, you're here now." Mike said, inviting him in. Sam looked incredibly frustrated. Lari looked super excited to be there and she gladly hugged Mike with wide open arms and even did a little dance with him.

"Is everyone here?" Lari asked. 

"Yup, outside on the patio. Beers in the cooler, white wine in the fridge, cocktails on the dining room table, help yourself." Mike said.

Lari wasted no time and headed right to the patio. Mike looked over at Sam, "How many times?" He asked.

"Four." Sam said. Mike shook his head in amazement.

"Where does she keep all that energy?" Mike asked, watching Lari move her tiny little body outside with a beer in head. 

"I have no idea. But I sure as hell am not going to ask, and I am not disappointed, don't get me wrong." Sam said, doing the same as Mike and admiring his wife's fine behind. "Where can I put this shit?" He asked.

"Fourth room down." Mike said, pointing down the hallway. "Get your suit on if you want to swim."

"Thanks." Sam said and started down the hallway. 

The shower had just shut off as Sam entered the bedroom. It looked as though someone was already in here, clothing on the floor, even a wet bikini. But Sam was tired and he didn't care he just wanted to go relax. So he threw his suit case on the bed and unzipped it, flinging it open. He began rooting through trying to find his swim suit, a nice dip in the hot tub would be exactly what he needed to comfort his aching balls. 

He dropped his pants, kicked his boxers off and bent down to step into his suit. But then the bathroom door opened and he looked up, jumping up and pulling his suit up to cover him rather than on him. He gasped. And so did Kelly. 

She froze in the light of the bathroom, the towel drying her wet matted hair, otherwise she was completely naked. Sam was locked in complete disbelief, Kelly was too. Sam looked her over and his eyes damn near popped form his head. Hanging between Kelly's thighs was a monster of a penis, at least 9 inches long and thick as a python. 

Sam turned his head. "MIKE!" He screamed. 

Sam was running out the patio door as Mike was running in. Mike had a clear 'oh, shit' expression as he dashed past Sam. Everyone at the table was standing, all startled by the sudden blood curdling scream coming from inside. 

"You are not going to believe wh..." and Sam froze up again, stopping in his tracks. "What the fuck!?" He shouted, his voice cracking in confusion as he saw for the first time Ashton and Aria...naked. "Where are your fucking clothes." 

"We're nudists." Ashton said, again proudly, putting his arm around Aria. 

"What?!" Sam shouted again. Lari came to his side, trying to calm him and ease him. It was no use, he was totally wound up. 

"What the fuck is happening here!?" Sam said, swirling, or at least his mind was. "You two are nudists? There's a chick with a dick in the bedroom..."

"What!?" Aria, Becky and Lari said in unison.

"I knew it!" Tom said. lifting his finger in the air and pumping his fist through the air jumping at his AH-HA moment.

Mike came through the patio door, dragging a thoroughly horrified and embarrassed Kelly with him. She fought him a little but she came through none the less. "The cats out now!" Mike shouted. Kelly remained hidden behind Tom, and she was naked, never having the time to get dressed. 

"Kelly is a transsexual." Mike said, his voice calming in tone. He stepped out of the way revealing Kelly. She looked mortified, her face pale and about to burst into tears. The whole group stared at her like she was some sort of freak, or at least she felt like one. They all then stare at her hanging penis. 

"Wow, that's a monster." Lari said, her mind already taking a perverted turn. She was never shy about any type of sexual things, bizarre or not. 

"Thanks?" Kelly said, looking at her confused. 

Ashton looked at Kelly's penis, then down at his own and then back at hers. She had won, she had taken over the monster cock title from him and he silently slinked down into his seat with shame. Aria looked at him. "What's the matter?" She asked.

"I can't compete with that." Ashton said sadly. This prompted Aria to look at Ashton's cock, then stared at Kelly's. She shrugged, it really was no competition. She patted him on the shoulder with consolation, but it didn't really work. Ashton's ego had taken a suffering blow. She sat beside him. "Yours is perfect, sweetie." She said, whispering to him. "I want my man to be just that...all man. You're all man." She said, which made him feel better and he gave a half hearted smile. 

"Does anyone find that the start to this weekend is fucked up? Or is it just me?" Sam started. "Mike's new girlfriend has a penis. And a giant one at that to go along with her massive breasts. My best friend is now a nudist and his wife has a body that I am pretty sure is literally carved from stone." Sam said, pointing out the obvious.

"You do, seriously Aria, you look beyond amazing." Lari said. Aria nodded and gave a small smile.

"Not to mention the fact that my wife has a sever sexual disorder!" Sam blurted out, causing everyone to look baffled and gasp. Lari punched Sam hard in the shoulder.

"Knock it off.!" Lari demanded. She looked around the group looking at her now like she was the freak. "What are you all looking at? It's not like it's a secret."

They all started nodding together. Sam's ranting and raving had now taken the attention off of Kelly and she began to relax. She suddenly wasn't the freak, they all were in some strange sexual way. In fact the more she learned about them all she realize that she was probably the most normal out of them all. Sam was married to a sex freak, who was insatiable and could never really be satisfied and continued to come up with more disgusting and unnatural sex acts, though she was faithful. Ashton and Lari are nudist even in their non-nudist neighbor hood and fight to end all of their lawsuits because they are the naked lawyers. Becky has an oral fixation and she constantly sucks on something, preferring her husbands cock. Tom, well he's normal but he supports his wife habit. And then there's Mike, he never went home with girls because he wasn't into girls, at least not "real" girls. He had a fetish for transsexual woman and he never denied it, only kept it to himself. 

"So, who's doing who in this situation?" Ashton asked. 

"You mean who's he bottom?" Mike asked.

"However you want to put it." Ashton said, with growing curiosity.

"If you really want to know, we switch off and on." Mike said, looking at Kelly. 

"You take that mother up your butt?" Aria asked. Mike nodded. "Wow." She said. 

"I think the better question is why do you take it up the butt?" Sam asked, lifting his eye brow. "How can you do that?"

"You have no problem sticking yours up mine." Lari said. 

"No, you have no problem with me sticking mine up yours." Sam said, correcting her. She could only nod in agreement. 

In all the excitement, Becky leaned over to Tom. "I have to suck your cock, now." She whispered. Tom simply nodded and got up from the table.

"Where are you going?" Sam asked. 

"I am going to go get a blow job for the fifth time today." Tom said with joy. A loud clang then came from the table and the glasses shifted position as Ashton's naked cock stiffened to a full massive erection and hit the bottom part of the glass table. 

"Damn, baby." Aria said, reaching under the table and started to stroke Ashton's full blooded shaft. Watching this caused Kelly to get excited, and what she warned Mike about earlier could not be stopped. Still naked, her own massive boner sprung up and slapped her right between her tits. Mike causally reached over and started playing with her erection and she let him with no hesitation. 

"I think it's time to find some privacy." Lari said. Though quite the sex addict, she was never an exhibitionist. A voyeur sure, but never wanted to be watched, she was afraid of what others would think if they saw her in action. She got up from the table and took Sam by the hand. He too was ready to blow a load for the fifth time that day and they went inside. 

Not too long after that, while Mike and Kelly had ignored Ashton and Aria, they got up from the table and Aria pulled Ashton inside by his Johnson. As soon as the patio door closed, Mike dropped to his knees and angled Kelly's cock down as to get a better direction as he took as much into his mouth as he could. She slid down the chair and rested her hand on his head, riding with the motion of his bobbing head. She signed and through to herself what a wonderful weekend she was going to have.



The Weekend Away



He was thrilled! She was finally coming to stay for the weekend. They had been chatting for a long while and she finally agreed that she needed a break away from her home. A chance to get out, have some time for herself and a bit of fun. So she had booked some time, just a weekend to come up and visit. A chance to see if their flirting and chatting did show something deeper and if there was something there between them.

She was five foot seven, gorgeous and had filled his waking and indeed sleeping thoughts for quite a long time now. He had dreamed and planned and imagined what their weekend would be like together. Chatting to her had always made him smile and he loved the fact that he could make her smile and laugh even when she was in a bad mood.

He was expecting her on the Friday, the house was clean and tidy and ready for her visit. He finished work, nipped to the shops to get some last minute odds and ends and then headed home. The wine was in the fridge chilling and the food was prepared and ready to put on. So had to wait now...

He wandered round the house in a bit of a daze, double checking things, till he got her text saying she was two minutes away and starving. He almost laughed, she always seemed to be hungry and yet still had an amazing figure. He knew quite a few women who would be very jealous! He walked through to the kitchen and put the tea on cooking. It wouldn't be long till it was ready, washing his hands and wiping them on a towel he walked through into the front room, just in time to hear her knock on the door.

He opened the door and smiled as she stood there, taking her in, looking her over for the first time in person. If anything she looked even more stunning. Even after several hours driving in her car. He stepped down and before picking up her bags he wrapped his arms round her and gave her a quick hug!

"This first of all those hugs I have said I wished I could give you over the last few months!" he grinned at her as he picked up her bags and led her inside!

"It is brilliant to see you hun and I am really glad you could make it. I am going to put your stuff up in the spare room, just so you have a bit of space to yourself. Make yourself at home."

He swiftly took her bags upstairs and put them into the spare room and then headed back down. Walking through to the kitchen he opened the bottle of white wine and poured a couple of glasses, checking the food he then wandered back into the front room and sat down on the sofa next to her passing her the glass of wine.

They chatted for a while about how her journey had been; about all the things they had been talking about and about how much she hated her work laughing. He had been worried things might be a bit uncomfortable or awkward for their first meeting but it just seemed right and they settled in drinking. After the wine had gone he rose and asked her to wait a minute. The food was ready and he served it.

Setting the table out he brought the rest of the wine through followed by tea. A creamy tasty curry with Nan breads and pilau rice. They sat down to eat and he poured her another glass of wine as they laughed and joked over their food. Quickly the meal was finished, she had indeed been hungry. He cleared the plates and opened another bottle of wine as she settled into the sofa curling her legs up.

He handed her a fresh glass of wine and sat down next to her, flicking the TV on he offered her a choice between a horror and a romantic comedy to watch as they had discussed previously. Laughing she chose the comedy and he levered himself off the sofa and placed the DVD in the player then sat next to her. Leaning over closer to her she cuddled into him. He smiled and relaxed slipping an arm around her holding her, loving the closeness as they sipped their wine and curled up together.

They spent a couple of hours cuddling and snuggling watching the movie. He was amazed at her giggles and loved her smile so kept cracking jokes all the way through about the movie so she at one point she had flopped helplessly against him laughing and he leaned down and softly kissed her parted lips then pulled back. She smiled up at him and pulled his head down kissing him again.

Neither of them were quite sure how the film ended after that as they spent most of them time kissing, their hands softly stroking each other caressing and touching gently. Eventually she broke off kissing him and stroked her hand through his hair.

"Thank you hun, I have had a lovely night... but it has been a long day, I think I might go to bed, especially with the day I know you have planned tomorrow. I am enjoying myself, I don't want to rush anything." She said with a smile up at him.

"Sounds like quite a good plan hun, I put your things in the spare room at the top of the stairs on the left. There are fresh towels and things and just help yourself to anything you need."

She smiled and leaned up kissing him softly once more before making her way slightly unsteadily up the stairs and into her room.

He stood slowly and walked through to the kitchen, washed the dishes and finished off the odds and ends tidying whilst he could hear her getting ready for bed above him. A thousand and one thoughts and fantasies running through his head but he had told her that he wasn't going to push her even though they both knew that each had fantasies about each other. She was getting a break and it was going to be relaxed.

After a quick wash he headed up to his room, pausing before he went in he knocked at her door and she called him in.

"Everything okay gorgeous?" He asked with a smile, his breath catching in his throat as he saw her lying on the bed in just a sheer pink chemise, laced at the sides.

"Wow..." He smiled...

She looked at him grinning and nodded... thanking him she slid under the quilt as the room was cool, her nipples had hardened to little peaks in the front of the silky material he noticed.

He wished her good night and closed the door softly, walking into his room and stripping he slid under his own quilt and reached for his book, trying to distract himself from the stunning images running through his head. It wasn't really working however and so he reached for the lamp switch.

Lying in the dark he was just about to turn over and go to sleep when he heard her door open. Sitting up he turned to look as the door to his room opened... She stepped into his room smiling, the chemise sliding over those curves he had admired so much as she smiled and moved under the quilt with him.

She placed a hand on his chest and pushed him back down onto the pillows and kissed him hard. He could feel the fire and passion in her kiss as her hands stroked their way down his naked body.

"I don't think I want to take things slow anymore..." She whispered in his ear as she kissed the side of his neck.

He moaned softly, his arms reaching out to encircle her pulling her into his embrace and kissing her with equal fire and passion. He rolled her quickly so she was under him, raised over her and braced on his arms he gently kissed her and then slowly began kissing down her body. She knew where he was going as he had always talked about wanting to do this for her and her anticipation grew with every kiss down the silk of her chemise.

Finally he was kneeling between her legs, the chemise had ridden up exposing her excitement to him as he gently kissed and nibbled his way along the insides of her thigh. His warm breath passed over her slit as she moaned, her hips bucking up towards him as he moved to her other thigh. He moved his arms to encircle her hips holding her down. He had dreamed of this for months and he was going to make sure he took his time and enjoyed every second.

Working his way back up towards her wet pussy he because aware of her heightened breathing, listening to her, feeling her body practically pulse under him as he gently, teasingly ran his tongue over her wetness for the first time.

Her body tensed and spasmed as though electricity had been passed through it as his wide tongue hit her clit. Her cry filling the room, shivering and shaking she writhed under him as he stopped teasing her and went to work.

He sucked and flicked her clit with his tongue, then running it over her clit, lapping at her, raising her higher and higher till she could take no more and came hard for him. However he hadn't finished and kept going, pushing her harder, licking faster, pressing on more as she peaked again and again... Finally with trembling hands she tried to push him off, he resisted for a moment licking her a couple of times more to her whimpering sighs then yielded. He gently slid back up the bed and kissed her. She could taste herself in his beard and kissed him harder back.

"God, that was as good as you promised..." She shuddered still in the afterglow, her body trembling and slowly coming down from the overwhelming sensitive heights he had pushed her to.

She slowly slid her hand down his body and her fingers gripped his arousal. He groaned, his eyes filled with need as she slowly stroked him. Her fingers only just touching as she tried to wrap her hand around his full girth.

This time it was her who kissed all the way down his body until she reached his throbbing shaft. She stuck her tongue out at him and he laughed despite his desperate need as they had been joking about the length of her tongue and what he would love her to do with it for a long time now.

Teasingly she ran her tongue up the length of his shaft and flicked the sensitive tip causing his body to jerk as another groan escaped his lips. Suddenly she engulfed the crown in her mouth sucking as she ran her tongue around the head, swirling it causing him to jerk up against her. His moans filling the room as she slowly slid down, swallowing more of his hard and hot cock into her mouth. He lay there, trembling and groaning under her as she sucked, licked and teased the length of his shaft, her fingers gripping the base of his rod and slowly starting to stroke as she kissed and sucked his hardness.

He moaned, unsure how much more he could take he warned her that he was close and she responded by stroking him harder and bobbing her head up and down on his throbbing cock faster, building an incredible rhythm that pushed him suddenly and explosively over the edge.

She gulped and swallowed as fast as she could, a thin trickle escaping to slide down his cock till she licked it up. He moaned softly and sagged back onto the bed breathing hard after his explosive climax. She licked her lips and slid up the bed, snuggling under his arm with her head on his shoulder. He turned and kissed her softly as the cuddled in the warm bed aware of each other and enjoying the closeness.

He gently raised her chemise, undoing the pink laces and laid it carefully to the side and pulled her close, revelling in the feel of her soft skin against his. He had seen her so many times and desperately desired to feel her against him and now he could. He found himself unwilling to let her go as he held her to him. His hand softly, tenderly stroking her flushed skin as they kissed once more. He could feel his arousal stirring as she pressed herself against him.

Once more he rose above her, leaning down to kiss her. She raised her head off the pillow to kiss him back and spread her legs as he knelt carefully between them. His hardness solid and ready for her as he gently pressed the tip to her still wet pussy and gently began to slide inside her. She bit her lip and gazed up at him as he slowly spread and filled her with his very hard cock. Moaning as it slid deep inside her. He had to push hard to get fully inside her as she was so very tight but finally he was buried deep inside her. Leaning down to kiss her softly again.



He leaned down into her grinding himself that little bit deeper hearing her groan. He kissed her again with more fire and less restraint this time and slowly drew himself out making her whimper as he almost left her completely.

Keeping tight control of his urges he slowly slid in and out of her forcefully and purposefully but gently still getting her used to him and coating his shaft with her slickness. Soon she relaxed a bit more and he began driving himself in and out of her with more force and speed, pressing her down into the mattress with every thrust.

She matched his thrusts, raising her hips off the bed. Her finger dug into his shoulders, nails biting but he didn't notice so intent on her was he. His lips met hers in a fierce kiss pushing her back down as she bit his bottom lip.

She pushed his shoulder and he understood, rolling he pulled her on top without slipping from inside her. He leant over him, her hands on his chest as she raised her hips up and down. Rolling her hips she impaled herself over and over on his hard shaft. He could feel her tightness moving up and down his shaft, sliding up and down, teasing, and gripping him tightly as she rode him. She angled her hips so it brushed the spot she loved, climbing higher and higher until she came again and collapsed on his chest. His very hard cock still up inside her.

He gently slid out of her and then moved out from under her. She trembled as he pulled her into a kneeling position and moved behind her. Her head was flopped down on the pillow, as she was still shaking from cuming so hard on his shaft. Gripping her hips tightly he drove himself into her, fucking her hard and fast...

She cried out again, gasping as she felt him taking her hard and fast, she was his and she was loving every second. She felt his need and urged him on, trying to push back against him as he moved faster and harder, his hips almost a blur, she had never felt anyone move as hard, fast and deep as he did then he came, gasping he jerked hard, his shaft inside her thick and throbbing as she collapsed unable to move, he slowly sank down over her then off to one side. Still inside her but softening now as he pulled her to him...

She slid over, her back into his chest, his smelt her hair as he wrapped his arms around her, holding her to him as they softly slipped into a deep satisfied sleep.



The Weekend Away Ch. 01



The inn was not far, only 45 minutes from their home. That was why they selected it. Ted and Georgette were leaving their youngest daughter alone for the weekend for the first time. Kate would be leaving for college soon and old enough to stay by herself, as long as the neighbors were keeping an eye things. 

Like many B&B's, the inn was in a 200 year old plantation manor house that had been rebuilt by the owners. This one had several outbuildings, which provided privacy and seclusion. Ted and Georgette were experienced B&Bers who only stayed at inns with outbuildings. The last thing they wanted to have happen was to be awakened by their neighbors or worse yet, wake their neighbors up. Ted and Georgette's weekends away tended to be "energetic" and could easily wake up neighbors. 

Since they were arriving late, actually 30 minutes before dinner ended, they decided to have dinner then check into their room. The dining room was in the manor house and almost empty. Dinner was a simple fare but delicious. Conversation was fantastic, not what one would call erotic, but exciting enough for two people who had little time to be husband and wife as opposed to mom and dad, manager or volunteer coordinator. Life's pressures melted away. Ted and Georgette talked about painting rooms in their house, paying for college, how to pay for weddings, etc.. etc., etc., ... everything but what they had planned for the weekend. That, as of yet, was unsettled. 

Ted told how he had to stay very busy at work that day to keep his mind off the weekend or he would have had a raging hard-on all day. Georgette burst out laughing at the picture of Ted in front of the board using his erection as a pointer. "Sales were rock solid this quarter ..." 

With dinner complete, Ted and Georgette finally checked into their cottage, a two-story building. The ground floor was a sitting room with a daybed, a couple of rocking chairs and a huge wood burning fireplace. The bedroom and bath were upstairs. The bedroom had a king bed and a gas fireplace. The bath was a little disappointing. The tub was advertised as a large Jacuzzi but it was actually only large enough for one. 

When the luggage was carried inside and the clothes and other things (they kept a trunk of their play things within reach) were put away, Ted and Georgette decided to make it an early night. After all, it had been a long day (after a very busy night packing and cleaning). However, it was only 9:00 and neither wanted to go to sleep just yet. So, they changed into some "sleeping" clothes, Georgette into a shear (enough) purple nightshirt and Ted into a pair of silk boxer shorts. They lay on the bed with Georgette's head on Ted's stomach.

"Did you pack that book of 'dirty' stories?" asked Georgette. 

"Sure did," replied Ted. "Want to hear a bedtime story or two?"

"Yes, please," answered Georgette and Ted reached into trunk and found the book.

"It was a dark and stormy night ..." the story started. It was a great story about a couple's night alone. It started with some heavy petting and ended with a massive orgasm. As Ted read the story to Georgette he punctuated it with kissing sounds, slurps, moans, and even a scream or two. Georgette listen with her eyes closed. She envisioned each action; saw herself sucking Ted's cock just as the woman in the story was sucking the cock of her man. She imagined herself licking Ted's shaft just as it was described in the story. She pictured her mouth on Ted's cock, sliding up and down and herself making slurping sounds. 

As Georgette relived the story in her mind, she was lightly tickling Ted's legs, inner thighs, and balls with her fingernails, with the desired effect. There, right in front of her eyes, was her favorite toy just beginning to wake up. 

Ted started a second story; a voyeur story. A woman was visiting her sister and family. The house was small and she had to sleep on the couch outside her sister's bedroom. The sister and her brother were making love on the bed and she watched the silhouette of their lovemaking while masturbating. Georgette could see the couple's silhouetted figures as described in the story. 

Georgette opened her eyes to look directly at the large lump in Ted's boxers. She smiled and unbuttoned the fly. She pulled his enlarged member from the silky cloth and gave it a gentle kiss on the crown, then started to swirl her tongue around the tip and head. With Ted still dressed in boxers she had limited access to the head and half the shaft. But, that was enough for her. Starting at the tip she made gentle spirals down Ted's shaft. She spent what seemed like hours on Ted's sensual lollipop before going for the creamy center. She knew what drove Ted crazy and a good blowjob was it. He had a tight grip on the blankets and his face was a mixture of pleasure and anguish. 

Feeling his "pain", she engulfed as much of her husband's erection as possible. It did not help. In fact, Ted let out a little gasp indicating that he was in greater "pain", which was Georgette's plan. 

She slowly lowered her mouth onto Ted's cock until she had the entire head surrounded by her warm lips. She then slowly raised her mouth over the sensitive skin of Ted's head. She repeated the motion, concentrating on Ted's head. This was driving him crazy as he approached the point of no return. But, Georgette knew what she was doing and was not about to let him come until she was damn ready to. 

Georgette moved so that she was laying between Ted's legs, propped on one elbow and continued her noshing of Ted's manhood. Her free hand had found its way down her body and into her panties. Sucking Ted always made her wet and tonight was no exception. Her fingers started to make gentle circles on her pleasure spot. As she moved up and down on Ted's shaft, she worked round and round on her spot. 

As Ted's moans grew louder and more energetic, his hips began to thrust to match Georgette's movement. His thrust became too much for one hand and she was forced to use both hands to steady her lover. Georgette braced herself and let Ted fuck her face. Ted's movement became more serious and his moans louder. Soon Ted could last no longer and exploded into Georgette's mouth. She took it all and not a drop escaped her mouth.

Licking the last drop of come from Ted's cock, Georgette settled next to her husband on her back. She was so horny she had to finish what she had started earlier. She removed her panties and once again started the gentle circles over her pleasure spot. 

Ted, being the loving husband and gentleman, could not let his wife satisfy herself after the blowjob she just gave him. Beside, one good trick deserves another. So, he reached into their "Treasure Chest" and pulled out Georgette's new toy, an eight inch Fun Factory Magnum Silicone Dildo. He lubed it up and slowly inserted it into his wife.

"Oh! Wow!" Georgette exclaimed as the toy reached its full depth. Ted slowly extracted the toy until it almost exited, then he inserted it fully. 

"OH MY GOD!" she cried out and Ted repeated the motion, inserting fully and then almost removing the toy. Georgette became more energized the more he moved the toy in and out. Ted took that as a sign she wanted it faster and harder. So, he did just that and began moving the toy in and out faster. As Ted thrust the dildo into Georgette, she let out a loud grunt. The faster he moved, the louder and more lively Georgette became. Moans, grunts, and gasps escaped Georgette as Ted continued to fuck his wife with her toy. 

Ted was in complete control and planned to make his wife squirm much more. He knelt between her legs and as Georgette made love to the silicon shaft, Ted restarted the gentle circles on her clit (Georgette had given that up shortly after Ted found the toy. Her hands found her nipples and pinched them hard). 

"Oh My!" Georgette gasped as soon as Ted touched her. Ted took that as a sign and started to speed up the circles.

"OH YES!" was Georgette's response, louder than before. Ted took his cue and sped up the dildo and the circles. Georgette was wildly matching the toy's thrusts and with every thrust, she gave out a loud shout. Ted could tell that she was nearing climax, the blue silicon was slick with lube and Georgette's wetness. Her movement became more intense and rapid. Her actions became more wild. Faster and more frenzied she bucked. She pinched her breasts and nipples harder.

Finally Georgette produced one long shout/grunt/moan/gasp (how a woman can do that all at one time is one of life's great mysteries, Ted wondered) as she came. Her orgasm lasted for some time, hips in the air, pussy clenched tightly around her toy. Georgette shook intensely as her orgasm peaked. Her teeth tightly clenched, Ted heard her grunt and groan. She finally collapsed into a quivering mass of very satisfied flesh.

She recovered as Ted cleaned up. When all was put away he turned off the lights, pulled down the bed covers (difficult with Georgette still lying on them), and they curled up together. Without a word, Georgette and Ted drifted into a well-deserved and very satisfied slumber. 



The Weekend Away Ch. 02



After more than 20 years of marriage and a couple of years of courtship Ted and Georgette thought they knew everything and had done everything interesting. However, one evening while doing some research on the web Georgette stumbled across a BDSM site. A small voice in her whispered "this is it"

The whole S&M thing had always turned her and Ted off. No leather or whips and chains in their bedroom. That was for perverts and sexual deviants. However, the site had a beginner's page. "Go there," whispered the voice. The description of submission and domination peaked her interested. 

A couple of days later she broached the subject to Ted. He was unconvinced but saw the look on Georgette's face and decided not to poo-poo it right off. They talked about it. She described domination and submission just like the web site had.

"Who is doing the domination and who is submitting?" Ted asked dubiously. 

"Well ... We have our weekend at the Inn and we have two days there. One of us could dominate on Saturday and the other on Sunday."

"OK ... I'm interested," Ted said. "How do we get started? Where do we get the whips and chains?" Ted said with a giggle in his voice

Georgette pulled up the site and to the beginner's page. He read and agreed that it could be fun. The page listed a couple of beginners DVD and some other items. They created a shopping list and as the weekend approached, they ordered the DVDs, a new Fun Factory Magnum Silicone Dildo from Freddy and Eddy, and went shopping for the other items. Georgette did some extra shopping while Ted was at work and purchased a surprise for Ted. All was set except who would go first.

Ted being the traditional gentleman, was willing to let the lady go first. Georgette being the modern, liberate woman, would hear nothing of that rubbish. So, they talked ... on the drive ... in the room ... at dinner ... and in bed. Eventually they decided to flip a coin. Georgette would call it. If she was correct she would go first, and if wrong Ted. Georgette called it and had to go first. 

"Damn, I hate being the trend setter," she lamented

"Sorry dear," Ted gloated. They agreed it would be Georgette's day from the time she decided to start until they went to sleep that night.

Ted and Georgette arrived back from breakfast Saturday morning, changed into some comfortable clothes and cuddled on the day bed reading. With a wood fire crackling in the fireplace and Georgette snuggled against her husband, best lover and friend, Georgette drifted of into a early afternoon nap. 

In her sleep, the inner voice returned

"Georgette, its time. You need to do this"

"I know but I a nervous," Georgette thought.

"Yes, but it is now or never. Get on with it"

Her eyes opened and Georgette awaked refreshed. She told Ted she was going upstairs to use the bathroom. She was nervous. She had always been the submissive one. Sure, there were a couple of times she surprised her husband but Ted was the one who took the lead. Her butterflies increased as she gathered up the gear and laid it on the bed. Looking at the stuff made her much more anxious. "What if Ted does not like it? What if I start to laugh/? Oh My good ness, what if I hurt him?" It was like the first time they had sex so many years ago. She was terrified but excited.

She went to her bag and pulled Ted's Surprise, a black lace and satin bustier, black satin panties, garter and stockings. This was something out of character. Georgette had some lingerie she used on special occasions like their anniversary, Ted's birthday, and Valentines Day, but they were typically chemise, feminine, but conservative. Her new outfit was very much out of her comfort zone, feminine ,yes, but definitely not conservative.

Georgette went to the bathroom and was tempted to shower but decided that would give the away the surprise. She instead washed and applied Ted's favorite perfume. She pulled her hair back and tied with a black ribbon. She was so nervous her hands shook as she applied makeup. 

Stripping out of the sweats and undies, Georgette stood naked over the lingerie. Could she really go through with this? The voice said, "Do it! Go ahead! It is what he wants!" She steeled herself, donned the slinky outfit, and had some difficulty with the bustier. After fastening the last of the garter clips, Georgette turned and looked in the mirror.

"Damn!" she whispered.

She did not recognize the woman in the mirror. Georgette was nowhere to be seen. What the reflection showed Georgette's inner twin, the one that was screaming to get out. Now she was out and showing her boldness. He bustier enhanced her curves. Having two kids had provided her with hips and added a couple of inches to her breasts. Now the outfit used that extra perfectly. The bustier pushed her bosom up and out and showed ample cleavage. Her legs looked more toned in the back stockings and her butt was more round and firm in the panties. The whole outfit gave her a look of power and confidence. Georgette almost cried seeing how magnificent she looked. 

"God Damn!" Georgette whispered to no one in particular, pleased with what she way.

"Not bad for a 40 plus mother of two" whispered the inner voice.

Georgette now had courage and confidence. She could and will please her man like he has never been pleased before. She gathered the gear and place it in a backpack, and in one last confident move, Georgette removed her panties. "That would certainly knock Ted's socks off," Georgette said to herself. 

"More than that," the voice chuckled.

Smiling Georgette strode down the stairs.

Ted was still sitting on the daybed reading the paper. Georgette stopped halfway down the stairs and flung her panties over Ted's head. They landed right in the middle of the funnies. He turned and was just about to say something sarcastic when he spied his wife. At least it looked kind of like his wife. It took a lot of work to pick up his jaw and put his eyes back in their sockets. 

"Uhhhhh ... WOW!" was all he could muster.

"I assume you like what you see?" Georgette said playfully

Ted just nodded

"Still want to go through with this?" Georgette asked.

"Yes I do. More than ever now," Ted replied.

"OK," Georgette straightened her back, "come here and get this bag," Georgette commanded.

Ted jumped up and retrieved the backpack. 

"Get the DVD out of the back and the DVD player. Start it up and sit here!" she directed. 

"Yes Ma'am," Ted said and followed her instructions.

After Ted sat down, Georgette sat in his lap, making it a point to show her bare butt. The DVD lasted about 90 minutes. There was some instruction in the first 30 minutes and the remaining was demonstration. It was hosted by a buxom blond woman and a well-hung man. The instruction was interesting and Ted and Georgette discussed the differences from what they had thought and rules and limits they would set. The demonstration really got to Georgette. She was watching two porn stars but saw her and Ted. She saw the possibilities and it gave her ideas. Seeing someone else bolstered her confidence. By the time the DVD ended, she was soaking wet. It took all her self-control not to rip Ted's clothes off right at that time. 

"That's enough of that" Georgette purred as she stood. She bent over and turned off the DVD player, making sure her bare bottom was clearly visible to Ted. She delayed just long enough for Ted to start reach for the exquisite ass, she tuned. Georgette leaned over her husband and placed her hands on his thighs so her cleavage was in his direct sight.

Quietly and clearly Georgette said, "I want you to stoke the fire, make it nice and toasty in here because we may not have much on today. At least you may not. Then pull everything from the bag and arrange them neatly on that table," she nodded to the table behind her. "Then get your shorts I brought down and go stand by the fire. If you do these things well I will reward you. Do them not to my liking and you shall be punished. Oh and by the way, no touching yourself if you get my drift. Ok darling?" Georgette gave Ted one last look at her cleavage and stood up.

Ted did as he was instructed. Georgette sat in a rocker and watched with a running commentary of "Nice ass ... bend over like that some more ... Is that a banana in your pocket or are you just glad to see me?" 

When done, Ted stood at the fireplace with a pair of silk boxer shorts Georgette had brought down. "I guess that will do," she said. Standing she walked seductively to her husband and place a small kiss on his cheek, at the same time "accidentally" rubbing her palm across his semi-erect cock. "Oooo, looks like someone has some more 'hard' work to do." She returned to her rocker.

Now my boy-toy, please change into those shorts. Do it slowly, make it pleasing and interesting to my eyes. Do it well and may be I will reward you more this time. Do it poorly and you will be punished. Again no touching yourself." Georgette said seductively

Again, Ted did as he was told. He slowly unbuckled his pants, trying to emulate his vision of a Chippendale dance. He slowly lowered his pants to the floor and stepped out of them. Taking off socks is not the most graceful of motions but he succeeded. He removed his underwear in one slow motion, allowing his semi-erection to pop out. He turned his back to Georgette showing his caboose, bent over giving her a better view, stepped into the silk boxers, and slowly raised them, allowing the waistband to swallow his manhood. 

"Very nice ... Very nice indeed. Except I believe that last part. The part where the underwear traveled over you beautiful cock, I considered playing with one's self. I believe you need to be punished. " 

"I disagree," Ted said

"Oh Now you are sassing back. I like a spirited person. However, I make the rules here and I said you were playing with yourself. Now lay down on your belly there!" She pointed at the daybed. 

Georgette picked up a couple of ropes and bound Ted's hands to the daybed arm. "Little boys must not play with themselves without permission" and Georgette lightly whipped Ted bottom. "Repeat after me, I will do exactly as I am told. I will not play with toys that do not belong to me." Georgette hummed. 

After a few stroked she started to tease Ted with the fluffy end, running the ends over his thighs and back. "You know, you are so fine a specimen that I really do not want to hurt. Let me make it feel better." Georgette said. She rubbed her hands over Ted's back, lightly scratching him with her fingernail. She lightly kissed his back and thighs and even kneaded his buttocks for a short time. Georgette worked her hands and fingers over Ted's thighs. Rubbing her fingers over his skin, she rand a single finger up each hamstring from knee to buttocks. Every so often would tickle the inner thigh and even ticket his balls through the silky material. All the time humming a tune. 

Georgette moved to the coffee table so her pussy was right in Ted's line of sight. "Turn and look at me" Ted tuned his head and got an eyeful of his wife's womanhood. "Like what you see?" She asked Ted.

"Yes Ma'am I do. It is lovely." 

"Good Answer! I am going to untie you because I think you have learned you lesson. After I untie you, I want you to sit up and relax for a moment." 

Ted sat up and worked the kinks out of his shoulders. 

"Time out," Georgette said. "I did not hurt you did I?"

"Not in the least," replied Ted. "And may I say you are doing a great job. So great that if you do not call time in I may have to fuck you right now!"

"Oh ... Ok ... Time in," Georgette giggled and resumed her role.

Still sitting on the coffee table, she pulled a "Sharon Stone" raising one leg exposing herself to him and then placing it by his knee. With one foot on either side of Ted's legs, she made sure Ted had a good view of her. "We are going to play a game now. There is reward if you accumulate enough points. The reward increases as the points increase. All will be collected at the end of the game. If your score is high enough, you can fuck this," and she placed on finger between her legs. "Are you 'up' for the challenge?" Georgette asked.

"Can't you tell?" Ted answered.

"Why yes I can and remember the last time you sassed back at me. Here are the rules. You must remove my stocking. Then you will give me a foot and leg message. Go as high as you want but you may NOT touch my pussy. You will get points for how well you do. I will deduct points for touching the forbidden fruit. Clear?"

"Yes"

"Yes ...," Georgette prompted

"Yes Ma'am" Ted replied. 

"Oh, by the way, you will be blind folded." Georgette laughed and reached for the bandana. The last thing Ted saw was Georgette's cleavage.

"The oil is on the table. You may begin."

Ted had difficulty finding Georgette. But, once he located her on the daybed, he knelt in front of her. Knowing every inch of her body, Ted know exactly where to go. He started at her knee and slowly rubbed his hands up her leg. Georgette was in a heightened state of arousal and every tough from her husband sent sparks up her leg. She was dripping wet and could hardly control her self. She wanted Ted so badly. Every ounce of energy was channeled into controlling herself. Ted found the locks of the first garter and soon released them. He started to roll the stocking down her leg when his fingertips brushed against the "forbidden fruit." 

"Oooo ... Minus five points for touching. Let's not let it happen again." She commanded. Ted continued to slowly roll the stocking down her leg. It was torture for Georgette but she maintained control. Ted repeated the move on the other leg, starting at the knee and moving northward. This time he did not brush anything but instead played with Georgette's butt a little. She rewarded him with a slap on the wrists. Ted rolled the stocking down like the first with the same effect. 

Ted located the message oil on the table. He lifted one foot and started to gently rub the oil over her skin. He massaged the arch, rubbed her toes, individually and together, stroked her heal, and traced patterns on the bottom of her feet. He rubbed, caressed, tickled, and stroked her foot. Ted switch and repeated the processes on her other foot. The message was phenomenal. 

Ted began to knead Georgette's calves. He gently kneaded her muscles until they were like butter. While Ted was concentrating on one calf, Georgette put her other foot to good use. She rubbed Ted cock through the silk boxers. She could feel it grow hard the more she rubbed. 

"You know that makes it more difficult to concentrate," Ted complained

"Yes I know," Georgette replied in a low, seductive voice. "I am trying to make it as hard as possible for you."

Ted and Georgette continued their messaging. He has reached her thigh and gently but firmly pushed his hands from Georgette's knee to the top of her thigh and then slowly brought them back. Over and over, he worked her muscles. All the while Georgette performed her foot job on her husband. "If you do that much longer may make a mess on your foot," Ted moaned. 

"No you won't because that will get you severe punishment," she replied. "Besides, do you think I would deprive myself of your 'candy' do you?" she asked rhetorically.

Ted switched leg and so did Georgette. She was so horny and wet. She wanted her husband terribly. By the lump in his shorts, he wanted her also. Each stroke sent pulses of electricity up into her. She know of he touched her in a certain way she would come. But she had to maintain control. 

Then it happened. The sneak attack. On one upward stroke, Ted maneuvered his fingers into a certain position and did not stop at the top of her thigh. His finger was aimed at her clit. Luckily, for her he missed.

"Hey! You cheated! You touched me on purpose! For that you will be severely punished." Georgette moved off the daybed. 

"Stand!" she commanded.

"Remove your boxers!" she ordered.

"Lay on the bed on your back!" she directed.

Georgette used the ropes to bind his wrist and ankles to the bed's arms. 

Still blind folded Ted had no idea what his wife had in mind. "Since you cannot keep you hands to yourself, I have bound them. Since I cannot have you running away, I have bound your feet. You are mine to toy with and are at my complete mercy. I have many things I can and probably will do to you. You will not be in any pain but by the end, you will be pleading for me to relieve you. You will get no such relief until I am satisfied that you have learned your lesson," Georgette used in the same tone she used on her daughters. 

Ted was shocked. She had never used that tone on him. He really did not have any idea what she was going to do. He heard more wood go on the fire and heard her moving around but he could not tell what she was up to until he felt a presence at his side and then a warm pair or lips on his nipples. She was doing to him what she loved him doing to her. Georgette was licking, kissing, and nibbling one nipple while pinching the other. Now he knew why she liked it so much. There was an electrical excitement with each pinch and nibble. The warm lips soothed the skin into a false sense of security just to have more shock waved sent though it. A small moan escaped his lips. 

"So, you like this. Well, that's a surprise. I wonder it has the same effect on you as it does on me." Her hand slid down Ted's body to his now very erect cock. "Why, no. You only get hard where I get wet," and she stroked his cock a few times. "Want to see what effect it has on me? Actually you cannot see but you might be able to taste." Georgette inserted a finger into her pussy and raised it to Ted's lips. 

"See what it does. It makes me all wet, just like I am now. I am so wet and horny and I could probably impale my self on your hard shaft, and it is hard. I could definitely give you the best fuck since our honeymoon and I would have the best orgasm in years. But that would be a reward and you are being punished." She purred.

One advantage of being married for as long as they had been married is that they know the reactions of each other. Georgette knew just when Ted was going to come and was planning to use that. She slowly kissed down her victim's body until her faced bumped into a very stiff pole. She grabbed the shaft and stroked a few times. She then started to lick her husband. He seemed to become harder and larger and she became wetter and hotter. He lips and tongue did a number of thinks to Ted. Swirls around the head and running her tongue from balls to tip seemed to have the most desired effect. Ted's moved his hips involuntary as Georgette gave him the best blowjob in quite a while. He was close, she could tell but she had a couple of more tricks one of which was to swallow his meat whole. In one slow motion, Georgette gulped down Ted's shaft until her lips touched his balls. Ted let out a very audible gasp. Georgette released his prick at the last possible moment. Ted was just about to come when Georgette stopped. 

"You B ..."

"Careful little boy. I am in control here" and she flicked his meat.

Georgette removed the blindfold and Ted got eyeful of Georgette's wet pussy. "So you see how wet I am. I am so wet and horny that we could fuck all night and we might still. But I am not done punishing you." She tuned and swished her butt as she moved to the rocking chair, picking up her new dildo from the table. "I think I need some relief. I am so aroused that I cannot think straight. I want you to watch me and think how you could be using you the same way I will be using my new toy." 

Georgette sat in the rocker and inserted the blue toy. It glided in her effortlessly and came out glistening. Georgette was quickly fucking herself silly with the blue toy and rubbing clit. Loud moans and gasps emitted from Georgette. Ted could do nothing but watch the show. His cock was fully erect and aching to be relived. Georgette was a woman possessed. The toy was like a piston of a fine motor. Her fingers like the propeller of a racing plane. Then it happened, Georgette exploded into the best orgasm she has had in quite a while. Wave after wave of pure pleasure swepted through her. Like waves crashing against the shore, pleasure was cresting time and time again. Georgette thought she was going to pass out. Finally, Georgette gained enough control of herself to stop but she was still on the verge of coming.




The Weekend Away Ch. 02



"Ok dear, I am calmed down somewhat. Now it is your turn. Make me come like that." She demanded.

Georgette move to her bound husband and into a 69. She thrust her sopping pussy so that he could easily lick her. Georgette always loved being eaten. It was her second favorite way of coming and Ted was very good at it. Bound as he was he could not do his best but he was doing just fine. She felt his tongue move in and out of her. Each lick of her clit sent tendrils of electricity through her. 

"Oh my ... yes ... eat me ... OH MY GOD yes!" Georgette gasped.

The more he licked, the closer she was to coming. Georgette was stroking and sucking Ted's cock to the brink of coming only to stop at the last moment. She want that to happen at her choosing and when he was in her..

Finally, she could stand it no more. She left Ted's face and impaled herself on his very hard dick. He met each of her thrust with one of his own. Up and down Georgette rode her husband. It was the best fuck they had in a long time maybe since their honeymoon. Georgette was screaming and Ted grunting. 

It ended with Ted unleashing a huge load into his wife while she completed the orgasm she started with her toy. Georgette collapsed onto Ted's chest. Both were breathing hard and soaked with sweat. 

Georgette lay there for some time. Ted was so excited that he took a longer than normal time to soften. He finally did soften and exited his wife. 

"Time out for a while," Georgette gasped. "You OK?" she asked.

"Never been better," was Ted's reply. "Wow, just when you think you know someone ..."

His words were cut off by a heavy kiss from Georgette, who was crying. "I love you so much."

"I believe this outfit has a good effect on you. I think we should keep it." 

"Yes. I think it has a good effect on me," said Georgette as she slipped off her husband. A few minutes later they went upstairs and got ready for dinner.

In the shower, the inner voice whispered, "See ... I knew you could do it."

"Yes," Georgette thought "and tomorrow's Ted's turn. I wonder what's on his mind?"



The Weekend Away Ch. 03



Ted awoke next to his naked wife and to the sounds of the squirrels playing in the attic. Sleeping nude was a rare treat for the couple and very enjoyable. Georgette's skin was always soft and warm. He rolled next to her and placed an arm tenderly around her. Georgette unconsciously snuggled closer and signed contentedly. Ted could stay like this for hours he mused, lying next to Georgette, feeling her warmth and softness, letting sleep drift over him. However, once awake, Ted would not go back to sleep, so he let his mind wander.

What a day yesterday had been. Georgette totally surprised him with the way she took control and was totally dominant. He had been under her spell the moment he saw her on the stairs in that corset. Oh, yes! That corset. That was a completely different look and a very erotic, sexy look. One he would just have to see again. But, he knew the price for that look. To be dominated and having to submit. Nevertheless, in this case, the ends did justify the means.

So, what was he going to do today? It was his turn and even though it was not a competition, he knew his wife would not out do him. Being the more adventurous in the bedroom, Ted definitely would not have the surprise factor Georgette did. She was more docile, loving, but docile in the bedroom. Occasionally she would surprise him, but over all he was the one that controlled the what and how.

As he thought about it, a general plan started to form in his head. He would have to wing quite a bit, based on Georgette's reaction. However, the plan was doable. He thought about the lingerie she brought. The corset was out, being reserved for a specific purpose. He knew just the one. What else? Ah, yes. That will do and so will those. The ideas and inventory gelled into a viable plan. He lay under the warm covers, lovingly wrapped around his naked, sleeping bride, pondering the day until Georgette's eyes fluttered open.

"Morning. How'd you sleep?" Ted asked.

"Dunno, I was a sleep," she whispered.

"That's usually a good indication that it was good." Ted answered.

"Go figure. What time is it?" Georgette yawned.

"About an hour and half before breakfast," Ted responded.

"Good, no need to rush," Georgette said and they lay in bed for a few more minutes, basking in each other's presence, not saying much, just enjoying the warmth, the quiet, the squirrels, and each other. They eventually had to break the moment and get ready for breakfast. "Join me in the shower?" Georgette offered.

"If I must," replied Ted laughingly.

The shower ended up being a "Tease Fest." Slick with soap and wet from the shower spray, Ted and Georgette giggled like teenagers. They maintained their good humor and playfulness while dressing and all the way through breakfast. It was still early, so after breakfast they took a drive in the country. Even though it was winter, the small towns, rolling hills, vineyards, and farmland were nice and peaceful. Their conversation was of the domestic type, again dealing with painting, college, weddings, and retirement. That is not to say the teasing stopped. They were after all alone. By the time the couple arrived back to the cabin in early afternoon, they were on pins and needles. 

However, they decided to relax and cuddle on the day bed, reading the newspaper (they had no time during their real life to read the paper and they both really enjoyed it). So, they settled into a lazy afternoon by the fire, reading comics, commentaries, and fashion. Georgette decided it was OK to take another nap and was soon sleeping with a very content look on her face. 

Ted used Georgette's downtime to prepare. He went to the bedroom to scout out his needed inventory and to set the stage. Much of what Georgette had used the previous day was still in the backpack. He would keep all that. He needed to add a few items, the DVD player and the DVD du jour, a book of erotic stories, toys, lube, and other essential items. When all was packed, he pulled the lingerie he wanted Georgette to wear from the closet and laid it on the bed. He also selected some perfume for her. He slipped into a pair of silk boxers and a pair of pj bottoms.

He took one final stock of the backpack and surveyed the bedroom. Smiling, he went downstairs to where Georgette was still asleep on the daybed. He quietly stoked the fire, brought in more wood, closed the shutters, withdrew a half dozen scented candles from his pack, arranged them around the room and lit them (all while Georgette slept in the same room). As a reddish-golden glow filled the room and after the temperature had risen to a suitable level, (he planned to see Georgette naked most the afternoon and if all went well he too would have little on), he gently woke Georgette. 

"Ready?" he asked.

"Can I have a few minutes first? I have to pee and my hair is a mess. I think I should brush my teeth also," she asked smacking her lips.

"Surely. In fact, I left you a little something to wear on the bed. It would warm my heart greatly if you would indulge me and wear what I have selected." 

"Oh! You have? Well, if you have gone to all that trouble, then common courtesy dictates that I oblige you," Georgette stood up and climbed the stairs to the bedroom. "Turning back to Ted with a whimsical smile, she said "And the name is Georgette not Shirley." Giggling she ran up he stairs to the bedroom.

While Georgette "primped", Ted completed his set up. He placed the DVD player on the coffee table, stacked a couple of pillows at the end of the daybed making a small nest, and set the backpack close to the table. He made sure the fire was well fed. He was still poking the embers when Georgette came down the stairs. He stood and surveyed his wife. As he thought, the lingerie was perfect. He had selected a short white chemise, silky panties, and a shear robe and she was barefoot. "Yes, this was the affect I wanted. A sexy angel contrasting greatly with the erotic devil from yesterday," Ted said with much admiration in his voice.

He laid on the daybed and invited his wife to join him. They spooned together as they had done the previous day. Ted started the DVD and they settled in to watch. The DVD was similar to the "Domination" one the previous day. It was targeted at women and discussed how to submit to their man, what rules to set, and that submission was not slavery or servitude. The host and hostess were the same well-hung man and buxom blond and so was the format, about 20 minutes of instructions and 40 minutes of very explicit demonstrations. It was during the demonstrations that Georgette's hand slipped and touched Ted's leg. 

"No touchy," Ted ordered as he placed her hand back on her hip. He then wrapped his arms around her and started to tickle her nipple through the silky material with his thumbs. 

"That is very distracting," Georgette told him.

"Good, now shut up and watch the move, and keep your hands to yourself," he replied.

They settled in to watch some more when Georgette's hand "slipped" again. This time Ted had to take action. He paused the DVD, removed a rope from the backpack, and tied Georgette's hand together. "That should make my point," he told her.

Again, they settled to watch the demonstrations. Towards the end of the DVD, Georgette put her hands between her legs as if she was going to rub herself. "I thought you knew the rules. I guess not," Ted said in mock anger. He turned the DVD off and asked Georgette to stand, then kneel beside the coffee table. He turned his wife and stretched her over the coffee table. He swatted her silky behind several time and was rewarded with a satisfying "Smack" and a gasp from Georgette.

"Ok, let's go over this again. You are to do nothing unless you are told. No touching, no backtalk, no asking for anything. This is my day, I will do what I want, and you will do exactly as you are told. Do I make my self clear?" Ted said in a commanding tone.

"Yes sir," Georgette replied meekly.

"Can I trust you enough to untie your hands?" he asked

"Yes sir," Georgette replied compliantly.

Ted helped his wife sit back on the daybed, untied her hands, and gently rubbed her wrists. "I did not hurt you did I?" he asked.

"No at all," was Georgette's reply.

"Well ... OK, then ...Time back in," Ted exclaimed enthusiastically. "I would like you to know any additional infractions will result in you being bound once again, along with other actions. Understand?" Ted explained to Georgette.

"Yes, sir," she answered 

"Now I would like you to stand in front of the fire and do a striptease for me," Ted instructed Georgette.

"Without music?" she asked.

"Yes, without music," He replied.

Georgette had never been a great dancer and she and Ted had not been dancing since they had been married. However, she managed a reasonable resemblance of a burlesque. Ted watch as she first removed the shear robe, slowly bending over so to taunt her husband with a peak down her chemise, then standing straight and untying the ribbons, letting the robe flutter to the ground. Georgette turned her back and sensuously looked over her shoulder as she lowered on strap, the repeated the motion on the other shoulder. She slowly let the silky material slips down her sumptuous, feline back only to stop just above her butt. She did a little shake and a shimmy and the snowy material fell to the floor. Georgette hooked her thumbs into the waistband of the slinky panties and slowly bent over, sliding the undies down her well toned and smooth legs until they too were on the floor and Ted had a direct view of her firm round bottom.

"Please turn around so I can admire the entire package," Ted directed. "Very nice. Very nice indeed. I must admit you are the most beautiful woman I have the pleasure of seeing naked and that I possible know. Someone should write a story about you," Ted commented with great admiration. His comments, although playful in nature, it was the absolute truth. Ted is very proud of how Georgette has kept herself in great shape, swimming a mile or so each day. Her form was sleek and sexy, svelte and strong, toned legs and round butt. She did not look like a 40+ mother of two. She had the body of a woman 15 to 20 years younger. At company Christmas parties, Georgette's dress always reflected her personality, modest and conservative. Never one for low cut or form fitting. However, it always hinted at the form below. Georgette was Ted's one vice, knowing that other men (both his peers and younger men as well as some women he had to admit) coveted his wife in a carnal way and that she was his and only his (Ted did not share well nor was he going to start). By the end of the evening, he would be so worked up thinking about it that they typically left the parties early and retired to their room for a night of lovemaking. 

"Excellent dance. Better than I could have imagined," and Ted rewarded his little stripper with passionate kisses, pinches of her nipples, and a finger tickling her clit. Georgette tried to rub Ted's cock but received a small slap on the wrist. After a few minutes of her gasps and moans he picked up the shear robe, instructed her to put it back on and sit on the daybed. He checked on the fire then sat in a rocking chair opposite his wife. 

"I want to discuss yesterday, especially that corset. You were a different person. You seemed more confident and that made you that much more desirable. What went through your mind, how did you feel? Moreover, remember, this is for posterity, so... be honest. How do you feel?" Ted asked.

Ted listened to his wife explain that she was very hesitant and worried that he would not like being dominated. But, when she saw herself in the mirror, a new woman emerged. As she continued to talk he just looked at his wife's body through that shear robe. "Damn she was beautiful. I am one damn lucky guy," Ted thought to himself. "She came out of her comfort-zone for me, did all that yesterday for me. Damn I am married to the most wonderful of women. That makes her that much more desirable. "

Georgette became more excited and animated as she explained how the material felt against her skin and how the corset wrapped around her body. "Keep talking," Ted said as he rose and removed his pj pants. Her excited arm motions caused Georgette's breasts to gently sway and bounce. Ted felt a familiar tingle in his manhood, which was starting to rise. He removed his cock from his shorts, leaned his head back, and started to stroke his cock as Georgette described in vivid detail what was going through her mind and how she felt. 

Ted noticed a few minutes later that Georgette had stopped talking. He opened his eyes and Georgette was playing with herself as she watched Ted stroke his cock.

"You stopped and I was beginning to really enjoy your commentary. Now I see why. You also are enjoying the story. Nevertheless, you forget the rules. I cannot let that transgression go unpunished. Please stand," Ted explained. He again bent his wife over the coffee table and swatted her bare ass several time. Gasps and squeals escaped from Georgette each time Ted spanked her. However, this time he rubbed the red skin between spanks and even placed a small kiss on her redden bottom after he was done. 

He helped Georgette back on the daybed, leaving her on her back. He took the ropes from the backpack and tied her arms above her head and to an arm of the daybed, ensuring there would be no additional transgressions. 

"Comfortable?" he inquired.

"It's not unpleasant if that is what you are asking," she informed him.

"That's good. Yesterday was something else. I must commend you on your creativity and that corset ... WOW! Now I am interested in a little fiction. Please tell me a dirty story, a really raunchy one," Ted asked.

"Really?" Georgette exclaimed. "You want a story from me? You're the clever one."

"Yes, a story you smart little girl! Remind me to spank you later. Besides, anyone who can come up with those activities can surely make up a nice dirty little story," Ted answered.

"OK here goes – What if you do not like it?" Georgette asked.

"I keep you tied there until I do," Ted answered

"I awaken to the sounds of the shower after a very serious romp in the sack the night before. Laying there in the warm bed I would normally be quite content to go back to sleep. However, after last night's action, lying in bed alone was the last thing on my mind," Georgette started.

"I throw back the covers and quietly sneak in to the bathroom, first stopping to relieve myself. When you hear the flush of the commode, you say, "You're up early". I open the shower curtain, drop my nightie to the floor, and respond, 'I was hoping to say the same to you', as I enter the shower."

"Your arms envelop me, keeping me warm. A small pool of water fills the space between my breasts. We stand in the warm spray letting the balmy air caress our skin, content for the moment to let the shower do its magic."

"After what seemed to be an hour, you lift my chin and kiss me. You kiss my lips, neck, and face, tenderly exploring and loving my skin with your lips. You rub and massage my back and bottom with your strong hands. The air is really getting hot and the source was not the hot-water." 

Sitting in the rocker, Ted started to stroke his cock once again.

"You're cruel," Georgette growled.

"I know," Ted smirked, "Please continue with your story and don't mind me."

Georgette continued ...

"Without warning you twirl me around and switch positions, placing me under the shower spray. I feel affectionate streams of water stroke my scalp. I reach for the bottle of 'special' shampoo, the one that smells so sweet. I suggestively squirt some into the palm of your hand and giggle. You start to slowly lather my hair. I almost melt as your hands massages the shampoo through my hair and onto my scalp."

"My senses were confused. On the one hand were your hands, relaxing me, loosening my grip on my purpose. Then ... [PAUSE] ..."

"Then what? You seem to have stopped," Ted alleged.

"Sorry you are distracting me," Georgette rejoined.

"Really? Oh well. You were telling me about sensory confusion," Ted answered back.

"Oh yes that was what I was speaking about ... sensory stimulation," Georgette said.

"I feel you hands massaging my scalp and then there was the rest of my body, in close contact with your naked and wet body, exciting me, causing me to want more of you. I am in quite the sensual pickle!"

"My revelry is interrupted when you rinse the shampoo from my hair. I quickly bend my neck, placing the top of my head squarely in the center of your chest, leaving a frothy oval."

"'You wicked imp', you say to me. I just beam at you and giggle as I tilt my head back. The spray is making small rivers through my hair, tickling my scalp. Leaning back into the spray, I grab your bottom for balance, forcing our hips together, heating up the shower just that much more."

"I am happy for the moment with the warm spray on my head, your fingers running through my hair and our hips forced together. However, you have other plans. You again ... [PAUSE] ...

"You stopped again," Ted told Georgette. "It is such a good story so far. Please continue."

"You pick me up and twirl me around so you are in the shower spray. You reach for the liquid soap and I suggestively squirt a dab into the palm of your hand. You rub your hands together and create a rich, thick lather. Your start at my neck and lather me up. You gently rub your soapy hands over my neck, shoulders, back, and bottom. Your hands are divine. You work from my neck to my bottom, making sure all areas of me were soapy and clean."

Ted rose and moved to the daybed and sat next to his wife, his cock still outside his shorts. He leaned over and gently kissed her breast. 

"MMMMM ..." 

Ted gave Georgette a small slap on her inner thigh. "You stopped again." 

Georgette apologized and restarted. Ted continued to kiss one of Georgette's breasts and pinched the other nipple.

"After a short pause to re-soap your hands, you reach around to my front and pull me close."

[" ... Oh yes ..."]

Another small slap brought Georgette back to her story.

"While your hands soap up my breasts, you rub your body against my soapy back. This human loofa drives me crazy. Gone is my sensory confusion. This is sensual over-stimulation."

"The temperature begins to rise and so do you. I aid your erection by working my own human loofa action, rubbing my soapy bottom and back against your cock." 

Ted's hands slowly moved to Georgette's pussy and he started to play with her clit.

"That is really distracting you know ... Oh wow!," Georgette moaned.

"Yes I know – Nice story so far. You should see what effect it has on me." Ted stood right in front of her wife, his hard-on about two feet above her face. Rubbing his cock Ted said "It is having a great effect on me."

Georgette licked her lips and said, "I would love a closer look."

"I know you would. I am thinking you would love to have the effect in your mouth right about now." Ted teased as he continued to rub his rock hard erection. "Well you will have to wait a little while longer for that. I really want to hear how this story ... um ... climaxes. I believe I had you pretty well soaped up like this," and he rubbed and massaged Georgette's breasts.

"I am REALLY getting clean (in a dirty sort of way)," Georgette resumed. "Your left hand moves south as your right continues to rub and massage my breast. You begin to make small circles on my clit, making sure all of me was very clean. The rubbing of my breasts and the pinching of my nipples just makes me want to loofa your cock more."

Ted returned to the daybed and resumed kissing Georgette's breasts. His had once again moved to her pussy and started to work little circles on her clit.




The Weekend Away Ch. 03



"I am hot, VERY HOT and you are very hard. 

"Like now," Ted explained.

"There was only one thing to do ... " Georgette carried on.

"RINSE!"

"I grab the showerhead from your hand and rinse myself. Using my fingers, I make sure I am clean all over. I turn the shower spray ... [PAUSE] ... 

"Damn that feels so good. You are making me so wet and hot."

"Your story ..." Ted reminded her.

"I turn the shower spray on to you. Starting at your chest, I gently rinse you, at times aiding the shower with my lips and tongue, especially around your nipples. I slowly move down your body until I reach your magnificent, erect member. I pay extra attention to your hard cock. I wrap my hand around your cock and stroke it. Up and down your rod, I rubbed my hand. Hard to believe, but you actually got harder. I know you will not last much longer."

"I suddenly stop, open the shower curtain and leave. You growl at me. But, I soon return with my shaving stool. I set it at the back of the shower, slowly turn, and place my hands on the stool, offering myself to you. I want to be fucked from behind with your hard cock."

Ted got up and retrieved Georgette's new toy from the backpack. He knelt beside his wife and slowly inserted the toy into her very wet pussy.

"DAMN ... You are fucking evil," she snarled

Ted just laughed and pinched her nipple a little extra hard. "Please continue." 

"You smile and move forward, entering me from behind, very slowly at first, then pushing the full length of your shaft into me. Then very slowly, you pull out." 

"Damn, Oh damn you!" Georgette cried.

"Continue please," Ted instructed.

"Again, you slowly push in and ever so slowly, you pull out. This is too much for me. I want it deep, fast, and hard but you are in control and you take complete advantage."

Ted paralleled Georgette's description.

"You slowly increased you pace. Ever so slowly, you increase your pace. [... Damn ... ] I am in a slow burn. I want more, I need more, I beg for more – [OH MY!] - but you have a plan and are sticking to it. Finally, I feel my orgasm building. – [YES!] -- This is going to be the 'mother of all orgasms'. Your pace is getting closer to what I want. – [Uh ... YES! ... OH YES!] -- The pressure is building and I am approaching climax ... Closer ... CLOSER, ... CLOSER!! – [DAMN ... DAMN ... OH DAMN I'M CLOSE TO COMING YOU EVIL BASTARD]. I am getting higher and higher until finally I arch her back and ..."

Ted stopped and pulled the toy from his wife. "And what?"

Georgette opened her eyes and looked desperately into her husbands eyes.

"I wake up to the sounds of the shower ... "Georgette panted.

"You what? Oh I get it was a dream, a very wet dream by the look of that toy. Wonderful story." Ted laughed. For such a good story I will set you free ... somewhat." He untied her from the daybed but tied her hands behind her. 

"I have a final challenge. This one should he a walk in the park compared to the others today. If you succeed, you will get a treat. I would like you to remove my shorts," he instructed.

"With my hands tied like this?" she inquired.

"I said it was a challenge, did I not? Plus, I want to be naked. Let me help and remove my shirt. There that is better. I'm getting really hot in these clothes. Please remove my shorts." It was not a request.

Georgette stood up then knelt in front of her life-partner. Grasping the waistband with her teeth, she started to tug the shorts to the ground and was rewarded with Ted's cock slapping her in the side of the head. "Oops, let me put him away. I do not want the task to be too ... um ... hard," Ted mocked.

Ted raised his hips lightly and after some tugging and giggling, the shorts finally hit the floor. Georgette straightened up and was rewarded with Ted's fully aroused member inches from her face. "Go ahead, I know you want to suck it. It is your reward for removing my shorts. 

She promptly took his entire erection into her mouth. Ted liked to watch her suck his cock. Because of her excitement, Georgette really played it up, ever so slowly swallowing him then pulling all the way to the tip. She licked the soft underside of his shaft, slowly from balls to tip. She made sure that there was lots of slurping sounds. Of course, it was more difficult than normal because her hand were bound behind her. Many a time she had to chase the cock around to get her tongue on it or to swallow it. All the better Ted thought.

"I think you are extremely hot and wet. ..." [LICK] " hotter and wetter than you have been in quite a while and you want this cock shoved deep in you" [SLURP] "... don't you..." [SLURP] Ted teased

"Mmmm Hu." Georgette moaned with Ted's cock in her mouth.

"So hot that you would like a cock in your pussy ... " 

"YES!" she begged

"... and one in your ass ... " 

"YES ... YES," Georgette pleaded

"... and if you could, you would take a third down your throat," Ted fantasized

"Fuck ... that sounds good," Georgette, said passionately. 

Ted stopped his wife and untied her hands. He, for a third time, bent her over the coffee table, stretched her arms out in front of her, and tied them to the table. Rather that spanking her, he went to the backpack and retrieved a small gel dildo. He lubed it generously and slowly inserted it into his wife's beautiful ass. He gently worked it in and out until it was fully inserted. Georgette was moaning and gasping wildly. Anal play is not common in their relationship, but they both enjoy it at the appropriate moment. Ted thought this was an appropriate moment, and given Georgette's response, she thought so also. 

Ted knelt behind his wife, lubed his cock slightly (although he did not need to) and entered her, pushing his very erect cock entirely into her very hot and wet pussy. This was not to be gentle lovemaking. It was Ted's day and even though he thought of his wife's needs, he wanted, no needed, a basic, primal screw. He drove hard and fast, his force mashing Georgette against the table and putting pressure on the dildo in her ass (increasing her pleasure). It was as if he had the energy of a 20 year old again and the staying power. It was amazing and incredible. Grunts, squeals, screams and a whole host of curse words escaped them both. Ted felt Georgette climax. He continued to fuck Georgette as her climax peaked then subsided. He slowed enough to ease her orgasm, then started thrusting hard, sending her over edge again. Georgette's hair was soaked with sweat and a small pool formed in the small of Georgette's back. Sweat dripped down Ted's chest. 

Finally, Ted exploded deep in his bride. A large load pumped from his cock just as Georgette climaxed a third time. She was shaking and groaning. Ted stood still, letting her orgasm wrap around him. As he came down, the real world slowly seeped back into their revelry and Ted felt pains in his knees. He exited Georgette (she omitted a small whine), removed the dildo from his wife's ass, untied her, and retired to the daybed, panting heavily. A few moments later Georgette joined him. They relaxed in complete exhaustion and total satisfaction. Georgette played gently with his cock as it relaxed.

"WOW!" she sighed. There was a hint of pride in her voice. "You are incredible," she said as she kissed him. "Oops, I did not get permission, should I assume the position?" she teased. 

"No, not this time, dearest. Maybe later," and Ted pulled his wife into a naked, sweaty, passionate embrace.



The Weekend Away



She is moaning and shouting loudly now as he reaches the point of no return and then with one final thrust he starts to cumm and cumm deep into her pussy.

The Orgasm racking his body and making him jerk and thrust as each wave passes through him.

She also starts to shake and jerk and her back arches as the pleasure of the orgasm races through her. He is still pumping his cumm into her and it seems like he has never cumm this much before. His body still jerking with each throb of his cock inside her.

He feels that he could lay like this with her forever and The feel of her under him like this is so nice and he holds her closer to him holding her tight.

They both lay there for quite a while like that, and then finally they climb inside the Double sleeping bag together and cuddle up close.

Alan reaches across and turns out the lantern and they both fall asleep in each others arms knowing the Weekend still has a long time to go....