7 comments/ 35330 views/ 7 favorites Nuts to Newton - Stephie Ch. 01 By: Nuts to Newton - Stephie Ch. 01 "You really enjoyed it?" "I really enjoy this." Paul's pace quickened, "Better hope he doesn't come back though. I left the front door open." "Perhaps I should hope he does then..." Even as I said it I realised that, right then, I meant it. This was sex in another dimension – pure unadulterated lust and passion. And if what it took to experience it was me being seen by another man – then hell, it was worth it. In spades. "Oh fuck, Stephs! You are so fucking gorgeous!" "Then you'd better fill me right up, right now!" The 'now' escalated into a cry of pure delight as my orgasm crashed through me, a tsunami that washed away every ounce of anything other than pure love and lust and desire. Paul's juices exploded deep inside me, sending my mind whirling away in a kaleidoscope of passion. I'd hoped deep down inside that the post-performance sex would be great, but this exceeded even my wildest wish. Afterwards we lay exhausted on the sofa, naked and exhilarated, the sweat cooling slowly in a gentle breeze. Paul nuzzled my neck, "I love you, Stephs." "You'd damned well better." "And did you really... you know, enjoy it?" I nodded, "God yes. I can't quite believe I did, but yeah, it was... wild and wonderful." "I'll have no problem keeping my end of the bargain now." "Your end?" "I swore I'd do anything you wanted me to, remember?" "Oh yeah." I grinned at him, "I think I know what I want, but give me a few hours to think about it, okay?" "After this morning, your wish is my command." "Good," I said, "This is not part of the deal, but there is something I could use right now." "Oh yeah?" "Yeah," I said, reaching down and grasping his semi-tumescent cock. "And don't bother getting up to close the front door first." ***** In the days that followed I did a lot of soul searching (in between bouts of the most exhausting, passionate, wild sex with Paul). I asked myself a thousand questions, trying to come to terms with the fact that I had got such a kick out of showing my body off to a complete stranger. I concluded that my reaction was a direct result of Paul's reaction to my action (so yah-boo Newton) – but that it had unlocked something new within me. No matter how many ways I interrogated myself, I couldn't deny that I had got an incredible thrill out of exhibiting my body. What made it even better was that my conscience was clear. The guy went away with the belief that I was the victim of an unfortunate accident, a smile on his face, and a gentle throbbing in his groin. Paul was grateful beyond words and seemed to be not a little in awe of me. And me? I felt empowered and constantly excited. I also discovered that I wanted to try the whole thing again... Another thing that occupied my mind was what I was going to demand of Paul by way of payment for my audacity. The day before we left our friends' house, the solution presented itself to me, thanks to Paul. We were, yet again, luxuriating in another bout of sex. Mutual soreness dictated that our love-making was a gentler affair than it had been of late, but was no less passionate for that. I was moving surely towards climax when Paul paused, raising himself on his hands. "I love this bit," he said, grinning down at me. I wriggled against him, urging him to continue, "I'm too close for games! C'mon!" "Yeah, that's the bit," he teased, "The bit where you're so close that nothing's gonna stop you. And then I get to watch as you come, see you all helpless as you lose control." I was whimpering by now, little shivers coursing through me as I began to lose the control that he spoke of. "Please!" "You're totally helpless when you come, you know. And totally beautiful." What he said next gave me the solution to my choice for Paul's payment. "Stephs, my wonderful wife, I'd love someone else to see how beautiful you are when you come." The image flashed into my mind. Me beneath Paul, my orgasm starting. Me helpless, exposed... I let out a wail and felt the first true spasm run through my belly. The intensity of that first wave had me gasping – but I had enough breath to say "Okay, I'll do it." The look of shock on Paul's face as understanding dawned brought another wave shuddering through me. Paul forgot the soreness and began to pump me hard and fast, muttering nonsense words of love and lust, his pace quickening through my shudders and yelps of delight until he roared, his body becoming rigid as he ejaculated deep within me. It was ages before we had enough breath to talk, but when we did I lost no time in telling him exactly, apparently, what he wanted to hear. "That's how you're going to repay me then. Organise things so that someone walks in on us while we're... well, fucking. Three rules: it has to be a stranger and someone we won't see again, it can't be something that will end up with us in jail or something, and the no touching rule applies as well. Okay?" He had to pick his jaw up off the floor before he answered – and even then it was with a question. "Are you serious?" "Yep. And you did say anything." "Well, yeah, sure. But somehow it doesn't seem like a payment – more like a reward." "First off, you've got to organise things and that won't be easy. Plus you've got to make sure that I don't chicken out at the last minute." His cock was till inside me and it stiffened in a matter of seconds, "Oh baby! Consider it done." ***** For the next few days I had to keep pinching myself to make sure I hadn't dreamt that I said those things to Paul. Or that I wasn't dreaming about genuinely wanting to go through with it. It was of course, all true, and it was equally true that I was coming to terms with the fact that there had been a change in me – my reflection in the mirror even looked different. I felt powerful and I felt sexy and I felt adored. But for all that, I began to get very nervous. What I'd asked Paul to organise was a big step up from the 'accidental' flash of my boobs – but the nervousness was nine parts excitement to one part fear, and it had me in a constant state of arousal. Paul called me on the Thursday afternoon and even before he spoke a word, I knew that he'd come up with a plan. Okay, it could well have been wishful thinking, but I was right in any case. He told me that he was taking the next day off, and that I should do the same – which was never a problem for me, and which I would have done even if it had been, under the circumstances. Other than that, he wouldn't tell me anything. Paul was similarly reticent that night and even the threat – empty threat, of course – of withholding my sexual favours failed to get him to tell me what the plan was. All he told me was that we would be setting off early to a town about forty miles away, and that we had an appointment there at midday. Oh, and that I was going to have the time of my life. His secrecy only served to heighten my nervousness – and my anticipation. Judging by the sex that night, I wasn't the only one in a state of nervous excitement... Friday morning dawned bright and clear and, at a loss for anything else to do or say, I followed Paul's instructions and dressed in a smart business suit – grey cotton skirt and jacket over a silky white blouse, with skimpy lacy bra and panties and a pair of shiny, grey hold-up stockings. Paul wore one of his best suits, a charcoal grey number with a dark grey shirt, pale grey tie and black briefs. Together we looked like a smart, successful young couple – which, Paul told me, was just the effect that we needed. I was a bundle of nerves as we approached our destination but looking back, I'm rather glad that I didn't know what I was going to be facing. To have known before we set out would probably have given me enough time to lose my nerve, but this way it all happened too fast for me to turn chicken. Shortly before we arrived in the town centre Paul turned to me and told me that we had an appointment with an up-market estate agent. "An estate agent?" "Yeah. We are looking to buy a very expensive property just outside of the town, and the company handling the sale are expecting us to be a couple of big-shot City types." "Hence the fancy dress," I nodded. "But how does that fit in with the... um, plan?" "Simple," Paul grinned at me, pulling up outside the agency, "We're going to be taken to the house by the salesman who has promised to leave us to view the property for an hour before collecting us and bringing us back here." "Leave us on our own in a strange house? No one living there?" "Exactly." "I still don't see-" "Also simple. He's going to leave us there for an hour. I wonder what we might get up to while he's gone, huh?" He unbuckled his seat belt and flashed me another, dirtier, smile. "And I wonder whether either of us will notice how fast time passes?" I sat frozen for a few seconds, my mind a whirl. It was a good plan – but could I really play my part? Could I really- "C'mon Stephs. Mr Jenkinson is expecting us." Sensibly, Paul wasn't giving me time to demur, or time to get cold feet. I climbed out of the car, straightened my skirt, and followed him into the offices, my heart hammering in my chest. ***** Mr Jenkinson was clearly impressed with the look of his prospective clients (even if the young woman didn't seem to be able to speak!), and for my part, he was old enough to be no particular threat and young enough that he should be impressed with whatever he might end up seeing. Always assuming there would be something to see. On the short ride out to the house I did some serious soul-searching and came to the conclusion that Paul's plan was pretty much perfect. And there was always the thought that I would have enough time to play with if I decided I couldn't go through with it. I also came to the conclusion that I wanted to go through with it. So much so that my knees were quite literally knocking by the time we walked into the house. The place was massive and beautiful. A rabbit-warren of light, airy rooms whose details were totally lost on me. Jenkinson gave us a brief tour of the property, checked his watch and promised to return in exactly one hour. The second the sound of tyres on gravel dwindled to silence, Paul took my hand and led me upstairs. The master bedroom was directly in front of us, and he marched me inside, spun me around to face him, and kissed me deeply and urgently. After a few seconds he broke away and looked into my eyes. "Front door is open, we're all alone for another fifty-six minutes, and I love you so very much. What do you think of the plan now?" I had to swallow before I could reply, "I think it's a definite ten out of ten." "So if I start to undress you, you won't object?" "I might even insist. I've never been undressed in a strange house before." "And certainly not when you know someone will be back in just under an hour, right?" I giggled, nervous and excited, "I can't quite believe we're going to do this." "You mean we definitely are then?" "Ninety-nine percent sure. It's just too good a plan to waste. Besides, I said I'd pay you back and I can't let my wonderful husband down, can I?" Paul ran his hands down the front of my jacket, squeezing my breasts gently, "I love you, Stephs." "And I, you. Now how exactly is this going to work?" "I figure we relax a bit first, get comfortable. Start to have some real fun in say... forty minutes?" "You... you mean make sure he catches us while we're actually... doing it? I mean... I want him to get to see me... but... I'm worried I'll chicken out." Paul kissed me again, gentler, "We'll see what happens then, won't we? As long as he gets to see what a gorgeous wife I have." "Yeah, I guarantee that much." I meant it. I wanted it – badly. Paul pushed my jacket off my shoulders and slipped it down my arms. With a grin, he walked with it to the door and threw it down the stairs. "Well," he said, turning back to me, "I wouldn't don't you to be able to get dressed too easily when Jenkinson gets back, do I?" "Suits me," I unbuttoned my blouse, slipped it off and joined Paul on the landing. With a grin I threw it after the jacket. "Just so you know I'm serious." And just so I know I'm serious, I thought. He let out a whistle, "Christ, Stephs, I can't believe how lucky I am!" He moved his hands to my hips and pulled me close, his lips finding mine as he unzipped my skirt. Within another minute I was standing naked on the landing, my skirt, bra and panties strewn down the stairs. It took me less than thirty seconds to rid Paul of his clothes, and were soon giggling with excitement, naked and aroused – in Paul's case, massively so. When Paul took my hand and tugged me towards the stairs, I didn't resist. We went back down and then toured each room, my nakedness making me feel exposed, vulnerable and very, very wet. It didn't exactly help that every time we stopped to kiss, Paul's erection prodded me firmly in the belly. After a while I was sure I wasn't going to able to wait much longer and told my husband. Paul laughed and pointed at the clock. Somehow, thirty minutes has passed and the sudden realisation that we were halfway through the wait had my pulse racing again. I pointed to the stairs, "Should we go up now?" Instead of answering, Paul took my hand and led me to the rear of the house. Without a word, he slid open the patio windows, letting a breeze wash over our naked flesh. He positioned me right in the window, placing my hands on the frame at shoulder height. Still silent, he knelt in front of me and nudged my thighs apart with his face. The first contact of his lips on my already swollen pussy had me shuddering. The breeze was divine, his tongue a perfect complement, and his gentle probing had my knees trembling. He teased and satisfied by turn, his movements oh-so slow and gentle one moment, hard and urgent the next. I lost myself in the moment, all other thoughts flying away, intent only on the pleasure my husband was bringing me. I had my eyes closed when I felt his mouth move away, and I murmured a protest. I opened them when I heard his soft yet shaky laugh. "Stephs? We've only got ten minutes now." From heavenly delirium to heart-hammering excitement took only as long as my brain needed to understand Paul's words. My mouth went dry and my whole body felt as if a wild, gently electric current was being passed through it. I swallowed to free my tongue and then nodded, "Good!" Paul rolled his eyes in delight, "You're ready then? You're going to go through with it?" "Put it this way," I managed, "I very much need to come and I don't think I could stop you making me even if I wanted to." "Oh fuck, Stephs! You are so hot." I looked down at Paul's erection, shocked at just how big he looked, "And you're not?" "You know it." On the way to the bedroom I glanced down at my scattered clothing, realising – truly realising – for the first time that there was no turning back once we got to the bed. If I still had any lingering doubts, they evaporated in the heat of my need and passion. I let out a giggle and kicked my discarded bra down another couple of stairs. Our movements were now urgent as we both realised that this was going to happen – and that we had very little time left before Jenkinson returned. If he was early we would barely be started and I was torn between wanting a lot of pleasure before he arrived, and wanting him to get here straight away to see me so naked and aroused. Paul virtually threw me onto the bed, pausing long enough only to look down at me spread-eagled and totally exposed before he climbed after me. In a matter of a couple of seconds, his throbbing cock was nudging at my pussy, my labia welcoming him with warmth and wetness like never before. When he slid that length inside me I let out a cry of ecstasy. He held himself there for a few seconds, his shoulders trembling as he took his weight on his arms and smiled down at me, "This is how he's going to find us, Stephs, unless you say different right now. Last chance." Even at the moment he was giving me a chance to back out and I felt love surge through me to match the intensity of my lust. Every last lingering shadow of doubt dissipated before it and I returned the smile. "Just do it, husband." He punctuated his reply with hard, easy thrusts. "I... love... you... wife." I still don't know to this day if Jenkinson was early, on time or late, but when we heard the sound of the car, my heart-rate soared. "Oh god, Paul, I don't believe we're dong this!" "Oh, this is real all right." My excitement was spiralling out of control and I tried hard to block out the image of what Jenkinson was going to be seeing – and even harder to block out any thoughts of how he would react. A flash of panic surged through me when the car's engine shut off, but it arrived at the same time as the realisation I was rapidly approaching climax. I started to whimper and moan, "Paul, I don't think I can wait!" "Easy there, babe," he was trembling, "Just a few seconds more." I fought the shudders, my mind whirling, but when Jenkinson's voice floated up the stairs – "Hey, what's going on?" – I began to panic for real. What if he was mad at us? What if he called the police? I pulled Paul down tight to me. My mind – my newly dirty mind – came to the rescue... or damned me. What if he comes in his pants? My orgasm began to rise in my belly, a surge as insistent as a tidal wave. I couldn't turn it back no matter what. As I began to lose control, my eyes turned to the doorway and Jenkinson appeared there, his face angry. "What on earth do you think you're-" He broke off, his jaw dropping. "Sorry, man," Paul gasped, "Couldn't help it. She's too fucking hot." With that, Paul pushed with his hands, his upper body rising away from me, leaving my naked breasts totally exposed. Jenkinson started to protest again but spluttered to a halt, his eyes locked on my shuddering body. "Oh fuck!" That did it for me. I yelled out as the first drowning wave of my orgasm crashed over me. I was totally helpless, totally out of control. As I realised that, another, stronger wave coursed through me and I was really crying out. Just when I thought it couldn't get any better, I felt Paul stiffen and his cock spurting inside me. In the midst of it all I looked over at Jenkinson and saw his hands at his groin as he started to rub his cock, visibly hard in his suit pants. Stars exploded in my mind as I came again and again. Paul pulled even further away and I dimly realised that he was inviting Jenkinson to look at the length of my nakedness, the air feeling cold as our bellies parted and Jenkinson was afforded an uninterrupted view of Paul's cock in my exposed pussy. White light filled me and my whole body shook with the intensity of more orgasmic spasms. I was lost, uncontrolled, helpless and in a state of true ecstasy. My back arched and I just about had the presence of mind to look again at Jenkinson, to see his eyes drinking in my bare breasts, my exposed pussy, my orgasmic reaction. I think that view unhinged my mind for a few seconds and I was almost crying with pleasure as my body responded yet again, another wave of climax shuddering through me. When Jenkinson let out his own cry, his eyes screwing shut, I knew he'd come and that set off another chain of fireworks in my brain and in my belly. By the time I had subsided back onto the bed-cover, little aftershocks making me whimper, the two men were panting and gasping for air, and a weird calm settles over us all. When Paul slid his still half-hard cock out of me and rolled to one side, I couldn't even begin to cover myself, and the look of joy on Jenkinson's face sent a final burst of orgasm through me, a single intense pulse that left me gasping. Nuts to Newton - Stephie Ch. 01 After a while – seconds, minutes, I don't know – I heard Jenkinson say "By rights, I should call the police or something. This is really... well..." "Sorry, man." Paul said beside me, "I just couldn't help myself. She's too fucking cute as 'm sure you've noticed." "Yes... well..." Unbelievably, Jenkinson was embarrassed, "I, um, that is, she is very..." "Fucking gorgeous? Say it, man, she won't be offended." My heart did a little back-flip when Jenkinson swallowed hard and said, "Well, yes. Very beautiful, very, um sexy." When I realised that the guy was still staring at my naked body, at Paul's juices running down from my swollen pussy, I had a sense of reality returning. I pulled the bed-cover over my legs and pussy, but a tiny rebel part of my brain made me leave my breasts exposed. "I... well, thank you," I stammered, blushing under the flush that was already burning my cheeks, "And I'm sorry if we... well, offended." Speaking to the guy as he stared at my bare breasts gave me a feeling of power and excitement that I can't even begin to describe. Jenkinson managed to look into my eyes, "It's, um, okay. Better than okay, in fact. I was just shocked at first, but well, you are.. what your husband said." Paul laughed, "Fucking gorgeous?" "Yes, that." After a pause, Jenkinson gave a sheepish grin, "Fucking gorgeous." That sent another aftershock trembling through me, but I didn't dare keep the game going any longer. I was getting worried about how turned on I still was – and what that could lead to. I pulled the cover up higher, covering my nakedness. "Thanks. But I guess we'd better go now." Beside me, Paul whispered "Sure?" "Yeah." "I'd better get your things then." I put a hand on his arm, "It's a bit late for modesty, isn't it?" I was almost as shocked as the two men when the words came out of my mouth. It took me a few seconds to work out what I was saying and then the reason became clear. I turned to face Paul, "It's a thank you to you." I glanced across at Jenkinson, "And to you, I guess." Before I could change my mind – or more accurately, come to my senses – I pushed the bedcover away and stood up, my legs trembling. Jenkinson was well inside the room now, and I took a circuitous route so I didn't get too close to him – but I moved slowly enough that he got a damned good look. I could scarcely believe what I was doing – or how damned good it felt. I was feeling powerful, alive, celebratory, sated and yet still tingling with excitement. A part of me knew that some of these feelings were going to stay with me now, but another part knew that in a few minutes I was going to feel the shadows and echoes of my former shyness. It was weird, but those two strands of self-knowledge freed me up to enjoy the moment all the more. As I collected my underwear, blouse and skirt, I took my time, turning my body in all directions, deliberately displaying myself in a manner that would have been beyond impossible just a few days before. I relished the reactions of the guys – Jenkinson who would always be a first for me, but who I would never see again, and my beloved Paul now knew just how sexually provocative I could be, and who would join with me in celebrating my liberation. I felt so in control, even when the guys descended the stairs and stood close by as I dressed much more slowly than I needed to. Every time I focused on the situation I experienced the strangest sensation of erotic fulfilment and that glorious power and self-confidence. The touch of my silky underwear against my sensitive labia and my still-erect nipples sent the gentlest of tingles through me. The best I can describe that sensation was that it was like the softest, gentlest and yet most intense orgasm. When it was all over and we left the house, climbed into Jenkinson's car and set off back to the town, I had the briefest pang of loss, of a moment over too soon, but with every turn of the car's wheels I felt more alive and in control of myself than I ever had before. At the estate agency, Jenkinson stood with is for a couple of minutes, his cheeks still aflame, and he thanked both of us in hushed tones. He shook Paul's hand, a gesture that had my husband smiling at me, and then Jenkinson turned to me. "I'm not sure what else I can say, but thank you. Your husband is beyond lucky, he's blessed. You're the most incredible woman I've had the pleasure to meet." Even though he stammered the words – or perhaps because of his nervousness – they thrilled me to the very heart of my soul. I thought at first he was going to shake my hand as well, but instead he lurched forward and gave me a hug. It lasted just a couple of seconds before he turned on his heel and pretty much ran into his office – but it was long enough for me to feel the hardness at his groin and the trembling that run through his muscles. I don't think Paul and I spent more than three or four hours that weekend without making love. ***** It probably goes without saying that I spent a lot of time over the next couple of weeks trying to come to terms with what had happened – what I had done. It took a while before I was totally comfortable with myself and my actions, but all the time I knew deep down that I had done the right thing. It was as if a switch – my shyness switch, if you like – had been flicked from 'on' to 'off', and I was a new person in so many ways. Paul was gently disbelieving at first, but he knew me well enough even then to see that I was happy with myself. Even so, he was clearly reluctant to ask me whether I would do anything like that again and it was me who raised the subject when I couldn't bear to see him torture himself any longer. Perhaps it was the calm, even way I brought the subject up that had Paul's jaw dropping so comically. "Okay," I told him, "Here's the rules: no one we know or will meet again, no touching, no one too young or too old, no cameras of any sort, no places where we'd get arrested, and no restraints. Anything else is fine. Got that?" "Are you... do you mean... are you talking about...?" I laughed, "Want me to pick your jaw up for you? And, yes, that's exactly what I'm talking about." "Wow!" "Thank you." Paul shook his head like a cartoon-character trying to re-arrange his addled brain, "And you're sure about it?" "I am, husband. You have only got yourself to blame, but your wife has discovered that she is – or has become – an exhibitionist." "Now that's blame I'm quite happy to take." I smiled at his dog-with-two-tails expression. "Good, because I've worked it our and you really are to blame. It was Newton that got it all wrong." "Meaning?" "Well, Newton said that for every action there's an equal and opposite reaction. The trouble is, you performed an action and my reaction was anything but opposite. And then you reacted the same way, and I reacted the same way again... get my drift?" "I think so. As long as you're totally happy." "Oh, I'm way more than happy. From now on, it's fun and games all the way. And nuts to Newton." ***** That all happened nearly a year ago, and Paul and I are happier now than we were even on that day. We still play the fantasy game – played it last night in fact. It involved a game of cards and... well, I don't have time to tell you right now because I'm busy learning how to read a marked deck. Tell you what? I'll bring you up to date in a few days, okay?