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New Game in Town Ch. 01

By: SandraMustard



 [ This story series is written from a male Point-of-View about my husband's recent experience with a massage therapist. It will be a series because much has happened between them (and me) since they met. There is no sex in this first chapter about them meeting. Also, future encounters with them will be described in subsequent chapters. I just hope I can keep up with the horny buggers. I will also use a third-person narrative style to expand my writing repertoire. 

New Game in Town Ch.01 - Jack gets acquainted with Cindy.

© SandraMustard 2014 ]

A woman's inner labia was the last thing Jack expected to see when he went to the pool for a mid-afternoon dip. When he swiped his key-card and pushed open the gate, he immediately saw a couple lying on deckchairs, fifteen feet in front of him. They were both facing him until the man turned his head the other way. The woman continued her interest in Jack's arrival; and when his head tilted down at her face for several seconds, she smiled up at him.

She was lying slightly twisted, her shoulders tilted toward Jack but her hips remained level. Her far leg was bent at the knee upward, the closer leg stretched flat. She wore shorts and a tube-top that functioned as her swimwear. As his gaze swept down from her face and focused on the gap between her shorts and her leg, her body ... adjusted. That's the only way to describe the subtle movements. Her hips rolled toward her waist so that it pulled her shorts up. Her bent leg tilted away from vertical, also pulling her shorts to her far side. Without a panty lining that manufacturers put in such shorts, he was staring at her sex. He could see her untanned outer labia, dark folds of inner labia forming a ribbon, and the edge of her close trimmed pubes.

Jack was shocked; he hadn't been flashed in a long time. As an experienced exhibitionist himself, he was also an eager voyeur as most are. He recognized her intent and his opportunity instantly. Jack paused to put his key-card in his pocket and then adjusted his towel over his arm, all the while looking at her exposed pussy from behind his dark glasses. When he could stall no more, he turned his head away, smiled to himself, and walked to the other end of the pool.

As he prepared to swim, his thoughts analyzed what had transpired. Her move was practiced and effective; he was the only one in the pool area who could see anything. Obviously, she had removed the lining in her swimwear, something Jack had done to facilitate his own exposures. He was convinced it was a deliberate flash. Because he and his wife, Sandy, worked as a team doing their own casual exposing, he presumed the lady's companion was an accomplice. The man enabled the flash by taking his witness out of the situation at the key moment, yet remained at her side as her guardian should the flash go bad.

Jack studied the couple while swimming. She was no beauty queen even before youth left her square face. She carried at least thirty extra pounds. He put her age in the late forties. Hubby was likely a decade older, heavily graying, with an odd combination of muscular arms and shoulders over a significant beer belly.

Jack felt the man and woman both paid more attention to him than the dozen other swimmers. Without a shred of proof, he believed they were discussing him. While Jack swam his laps, they both entered the water; but as soon as he sat on the pool edge to rest, she returned to her chair. She appeared to be sunning herself but her head kept turning as she looked around.

When Jack left the water to dry off, he noticed that the woman sat up and grabbed her sunscreen but then sat unmoving. He became preoccupied watching some young ladies swimming but in retrospection, realized she was waiting as he dallied. Walking the length of the pool toward her, he saw her watching him, measuring his approach. Just as he passed mid-pool, she began to apply the lotion to her legs. Once again, her legs were positioned so that her vulva was boldly displayed for him. Because she so obviously wanted him to look, he made no attempt to hide his staring as he walked directly at her instead of toward the gate. The woman stopped her hand movements and her mouth opened in surprise. He caused the reaction he intended, so, with a big smile for her, turned sharply and left. Jack hadn't seen the couple before. Whether they moved in recently or were visiting relatives, their presence promised a delightful summer at the pool.

He wondered why she selected him over better looking targets at the pool. Was he just the lucky one in the right position? Or were the young men going to get a show too? He saw himself as decidedly unsexy because of his weight. Since retiring, his still dark hair had grown to hippie-length to suggest youthful attitudes but his mostly-white full-beard identified his body as far from prime. Even if the lady showed positive interest in him, his impotency issues had stolen all his confidence to play a flirting game with her.

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Over dinner, Jack told his wife, Sandy, about the pool flash. Their long marriage had survived the worst of times because of total honesty. Despite his physical failures and her new freedoms, their relationship thrived because they kept communications open. The woman showing her sex to him was a point of interest to the veteran exhibitionists. Sandy was quick to remind her husband, "Don't shit where you live. You can't be duped into showing her your penis in our own complex, no matter how cool you think she'd be about seeing it."

"What if she asks?"

"Oh, come on, Woody. Are you looking to get friendly with her? You said she had a man. He might have something to say about this."

"Yeah, Baby, but what if he lets her have fun? What if he can't give her enough loving?"

"Then she's wasting her time pursuing you." She regretted the flippant remark instantly. Hurt registered in his eyes.

She threw her arms around him. "Darlin', I'm so sorry. That wasn't funny like I meant it. You know I love you and will do anything to keep our love strong. Only someone as generous and caring as you could offer the freedom you gave me. I can't be selfish in return. Because no one can fill my life like you have, I want every bit of passion you have left all to myself, but my love is bigger than that. I can stand by while you seek your dreams. You said I wouldn't have to search for help; that it would find me. You don't ever have to turn away from an opportunity that comes your way either. Understand? If it kicks your sex drive back up a notch to get in some woman's panties, who am I to complain about getting more lovin' from it?"

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With Jack in full retirement and Sandy working only part-time for extra spending money, they spent copious amounts of time together. Over the next two weeks, they swam in the community pool almost every day. Four separate times they encountered the exhibitionist woman and her companion. A few neighborly greetings were the only interactions that took place and her swimsuit didn't malfunction.

Sandy was surprised at the woman's plainness, also relieved. She wasn't an attractive young thing that could fill Jack's head with false hopes. If she had the magic to charm her husband's libido back to life, then Sandy would accept her assistance without trepidation. She had her doubts, too. She witnessed nothing in the woman's demeanor that hinted salacious intent. Maybe she got her jollies from flashing men but remained true to her mate like Sandy's own former exhibition practices.

Jack had a sixth sense about women and their sexuality. He felt the woman's appropriate behavior with Sandy present was just as deliberate. His next solo visit to the pool proved him right. The couple were far from the gate, sitting under an umbrella table in the corner. Jack didn't even notice their presence until the man bellowed, "Want a beer?"

Jack seldom drank beer but accepted the offer to see how the situation might develop. It was the woman, nearer their cooler, who bent sideways to pull out a long-neck bottle as he approached. Her other hand attempted a hidden tug on her tube top but Jack's alertness detected the sleight of hand. When she straightened to hand him the beer, her left nipple and most of her large areola was completely uncovered. Only after the hand-off did she casually cover her tittie.

Five seconds was all it took her to renew her exposure game. Jack knew by then he wasn't an observer by happenstance; she had designs on him specifically. A minute into banter about the social properties of barley brews, the man suggested he take the open chair at their table. One beer became four; introductions stretched into backgrounds; sexual interests took root. As they became acquainted, Cindy openly flirted with Jack without reactions from Dave. Jack fueled their growing attraction with his warm words and smoldering eye contact.

Dave and Cindy had just moved from Atlanta. A department store fire next door to their business destroyed half the mall before it was contained. They used the insurance payoff to relocate close to family and they planned to operate at a slower pace. They were both licensed massage therapists. Dave had established a private spa when his first expansion was to hire Cindy fresh out of school. He boastfully declared his business took off from there. She was a natural at drawing in and keeping clients. Their professional relationship became romantic quickly and they married a year later.

Both had roots along the Emerald Coast and their son was a fighter pilot at Tyndall Air Force Base. When Dave's brother died in an auto accident right after the fire, they realized they wanted to smell some roses while they could. They were renting while starting their new spa. With a possible buyer for their former house already, they soon would begin building a custom-designed house for eventual residency.

Jack spoke of his family and marriage to Sandy, kids and grandchildren spread across the country, careers in the City of Big Shoulders, and recent retirement to the Sunshine State. Jack had experiences with massages that ranged from rub-n-tug to mummy-therapy. Since they had made a point of mentioning licensing, he steered away from discussing draping or 'extra' services when he admitted his fondness for massages. Nonetheless, he was anxious to have a masseuse work on him who had already shown her pussy. A deal was made to have him be one of their first customers when they opened the following week.

After ninety minutes of sipping and lipping, Jack wanted to cool off and get his swimming laps done. The beer had filtered into his bladder so he needed to pee first. Announcing his intentions, he headed for the bathroom. When he came out, he noted Dave and Cindy's heads bowed in quiet conversation. As Jack started to swim, Dave gathered his things and left the pool, leaving his wife and beer chest to Jack's company.

Soon, Cindy was walking aimlessly in the water. Jack saw her drift into his path, too conveniently timed to be accidental. He was ready to play the game so he charged into her, his last arm stroke crashing down her chest and pulling her tube top to her waist. His fingers snagged some fabric and held it down as he stood up next to her. Cindy's futile yanking on her top made no progress until Jack assisted. His hand recovered her breast with fabric but held it to her mound as if it would fall down on its own.

"I'm terribly sorry. Are you okay?"

Cindy hefted her other breast with a cupped hand. "Left tit is fine. How's my right?"

Jack fondled her boob a moment then pulled the fabric away to make a visual inspection. Cindy stood placidly even when he pulled her pouting nub with his thumb and forefinger. "Your right tit feels fine to me."

"Thanks, darling, but what would your wife say about y'all being so ... helpful?"

"Sandy is cool about things, like I assume Dave is. She lets me be as friendly as I want, ya know?"

"Oh, that's perfect. I do my best work with friendly clients."

Jack had all the traits to be a ladies man but never employed them outside of marriage before. On a new mission to prove his virility, he had the perfect opportunity at hand. Cindy's flirty tone and body language were encouraging to him. He figured all signals were green and stepped up his game. He hovered close to her, creating casual body contact. Perhaps, Cindy acted more tipsy than she was to facilitate her own play. She touched him with her hand when talking and pressed her boobs against him. She cooed and giggled at his wit but fell silent when his piercing eyes stared into her soul.

Jack shepherded Cindy into a corner and trapped her against the pool wall; his thigh edged between hers and pressed against her mons. He paused for effect, towering over her, and then used his deeper sensual voice. "Tell me, woman. What is it you do at the spa that makes men want to come back?"

Cindy traced a line with her fingertip down the center of his chest as she answered. "I know how to please a man. I make their treatment an experience they will never forget. Happy customers can't wait to come again." Her other hand rotated as she spoke and cupped his package.

His head lowered to whisper in her ear. "What if the customer knows how to treat you right?" Before she could answer, he covered her mouth with a kiss, his tongue probing for hers. His thigh backed away so his hand could slide up her thigh under her swim shorts. With no liner to impede access, his fingertip found her clit and danced upon the dome.

Cindy sniffed an excited breath, pressed her hips forward against his hand, and rose on her tiptoes. Her tongue parried his while her hand rubbed his cock through his trunks. For nearly a minute, they shared mutual intimate contact until the clang of the closing gate jarred their senses. They looked up to see Dave striding toward them. He had to have seen their passionate embrace, yet, he was smiling.

"I hate to break up your discussion, honey, but we need to go sign-off on a contractor at the spa."

When they left, Jack decided to swim an extra set of laps. He had excess energy to burn off. At dinner, he told Sandy about making friends with Dave and Cindy. He mentioned their occupation and his plan to visit their business when it opened, but he left out details of the flirting and touching. He wasn't hiding the playing; he just felt the important action hadn't happened yet. Sandy knew her husband sought the perfect combination of a good massage and a happy ending. From his enthusiasm, she expected him to attain that goal with their saucy neighbor.

New Game in Town Ch. 02



[  This story series is written from a male Point-of-View about my husband's recent experience with a massage therapist. It will be a series because much has happened between them (and me) since they met, so future encounters with them will be described in subsequent chapters. I just hope I can keep up with the horny buggers. I will also use a third-person narrative style to expand my writing repertoire. 

New Game in Town Ch.02 - Jack gets an introductory massage.

© SandraMustard 2014 ]

Jack found the mall on the far side of the city near Tyndall AFB. Without signage yet, only the number on the door identified the entry to the spa behind the curtained window. He felt the twang of excited anticipation that heralded his first visit to a new therapist, sharper this time because of the pool encounter. The constant disquieting feeling was there, too; that someone would see him and know he was expecting to have sex of some sort. The last thing he needed was to be locked out. His forceful grab loudly rattled the glass door, drawing the attention of two young ladies in the parking lot.

Cindy came running out from interior shadows to let him into the unlit waiting area. She was wearing a terry cloth robe that barely covered her butt, tied at the waist by a sash. Her bare legs fairly danced as she hurried him by the hand down the side hall to the first room, her sandals clacking on the tiled floor.

Once in the room, she whirled around, genuine happiness sparkled in her eyes. "Jack, I'm so excited to see you." She pressed against him as their lips enclosed their wrestling tongues. Their long kiss confirmed for him that she had passion boiling at the surface. She was impressed, too. "I never got a chance to tell you at the pool. You are one fantastic kisser, darling!"

"You're hot, too, baby. I can give you more of that."

"Oh, I hope you do but let's get this treatment started. Undress and get under the drape. Start face down. I'll be back."

When Cindy left, Jack shed all his clothes. He tossed the drape sheet onto a side-table and climbed upon the table naked. When she returned, she didn't react to his nudity. She calmly kicked off her sandals and hung her robe on a hook. She gave him a moment to admire her bright yellow bikini that showed she was indeed excited by him. Padding toward the table, her boobs fought to escape the loose halter.

She put her hand on his ass and bent her mouth to his ear. She whispered, "Work with me on this, darling. I have my methods. I'm putting the drape on you." After covering him completely, she folded the top back down to his waist. She put oil on her hands and began to massage his back. "What pressure do you like?"

"Medium."

Cindy immediately fell into firm effleurages that soothed his body. Jack recognized her trained mechanics and discovered his body melting with relaxation. He was disappointed he couldn't be naked but her touch on his skin began his rapturous journey. With his head in the padded head portal, he only saw her lower legs when she stood close to his head. She let him wrap his hand around her toned calf occasionally, but if he attempted to move above her knee, she moved away or pushed his hand off her. He gave up trying to cop a feel and began to relax more deeply.

Cindy spoke softly and soothingly as she worked so she wouldn't disturb his peaceful resting. "You're the first massage in our new place. We won't open until this weekend. Maybe we're rushing this because you're not getting the full atmosphere we like to create. We like to start with a table shower but the tile isn't grouted yet. The sound system will be hooked up later today. The candles I'm burning are a poor substitute for the fragrance diffuser but we're still waiting for a shipment of oils. All your getting is a massage this time." Jack was nearly in a trance and his response was a soft humming acknowledgement.

After her lengthy work on his back, she folded the drape down further to expose his ass. Her massage included both hard pressure on his cheeks and teasing slides onto his thighs. He felt oil trickle between his cheeks and tried to ignore the ticklish feeling. Her fingers sliding along the bottom of his cheek cleft, across his anus and perineum, and onto his balls surprised him but his hips lifted to encourage her. She repeated the sensual slides from both his ass and inner thighs.

When her fingers paused to twiddle his sacs, another finger from her other hand came to rest on his anus. His hips trembled with confusion, wanting to lift so she could caress his balls but trying to shrink away from the back door visitor. Ever so quickly, her finger dipped through his puckered sphincter and then withdrew before his jerk and gasp reaction. She used distracting effleurages before repeating the finger entry. By her fourth penetration, Jack submitted. Instead of withdrawing, her finger pushed deeper and rotated. When her finger pressed full length in him, he felt a warm tingling sensation deep inside. Her prostate massage was more enjoyable than doctor exams he was familiar with but she stopped before he had an involuntary ejaculation.

Cindy unfolded the drape, covering his body entirely before folding up the other end to expose his legs. Several inches of cloth extended below his ass but with his legs angled apart, Jack imagined she could see his balls. He wished his penis would lengthen into view for her but his erectile dysfunction didn't allow any reaction to her sensual touches. The massage continued to include intimate contact as she worked his legs. Her hands went under the sheet onto his ass and along his inner thighs to his balls.

For the flip, she fully draped him first and then held the sheet up as a visual barrier while he rolled over. She uncovered his upper body by folding the sheet down to his waist. While she worked his arms, shoulders, and chest, he watched her scantily covered body move close to him. She allowed his hands to rub her legs, butt, and back but blocked access to her breasts and sex.

Cindy began to massage his abdominal area. Circular strokes pushed her fingertips just under the edge of the sheet at first, but edged further under with each successive pass. Jack waited expectantly for her to touch his cock. When she did, it was no slight bump. Her hand extended down until her thumb slid on one side of him and her fingers on the other. She didn't stop until his glans was touching her palm. After a slight pause, she slid off to the side, pulling his cock in the process. She continued to reach for him, pulling him to each side, up, and down, always under the sheet.

Jack closed his eyes. He tried to will his cock erect to encourage her but it only grew slightly out of its collar of skin. His frustration began to mount until she performed a maneuver that distracted his attention. Both of her hands slid across his stomach, over his hip away from her, and down the top of his thigh. The sheet rode up her arms and was lifted clear of his groin. Her leaning reach brought her breasts down onto his skin. He felt them drag across his stomach until the soft flesh settled on his cock.

Jack opened his eyes and saw that she had removed her bikini top. When she straightened, he looked at her large, brown areolas and nipples standing firm. He reached for her breast and she let his hand play with her nipple until her massaging pulled her body away. As her breasts pushed onto him again, he slid his hand along the back of her legs and tried to reach her clit. She grabbed his hand and moved it to the table in front of her. He contented himself with watching her hanging breasts disappear below his belly. He felt her hands, forearms, and tits contact his penis but it barely stirred in response. One time, he observed her purposely drag her nipples back and forth across his recalcitrant member.

Cindy moved to Jack's feet but left the sheet pushed off his groin. From the end of the table, she slid her hands the full length of his legs, under the sheet, and out the other side to grab his cock. Her boobs pressed against his feet when she leaned. He took advantage by playing with her nipples by curling his toes. As she pulled back, the drape moved with her arms and then was tossed to the floor. With him totally naked, she ran her hands up his legs a half-dozen times, each ending with a squeeze and tug on his cock.

Her stimulations should have made Jack rock hard and oozing pre-cum but his penis lolled limply through it all, much to his chagrin. How was he supposed to seduce his willing masseuse if he couldn't get it up? He was ready to concede she knew by now his bark had no bite. He began to dread the possibility that a happy ending would be unsuccessful. How could he face her after that?

Cindy walked up to his side. She casually gripped his cock and pulled it while she spoke. "Darling, are you having trouble or am I not doing it right for you?"

"It certainly isn't you. That was the most erotic massage I've ever had. It's me. The truth is I have ED. Some days I'm good to go but most are bad like this. There's usually some way to get me off." He didn't mention fellatio because he thought the oral method was too bold to suggest.

"Are you able to perform with your wife?"

The question was rather personal but spoken by a woman stroking his dick so he answered honestly. "Every once in a while, I get wood to please her but mostly we do oral."

"Is she satisfied with that? Is she really cool with you getting handjobs on the side?"

Jack sighed sadly. "No, I can't satisfy all her needs." He found himself telling the woman he met only days before intimate details of his marital relationship. For what reason? Sympathy? "To be honest, she has a friend now who takes care of those things. She has my blessing. I actually got a chance to watch them once and I got hard enough to make it a threesome. I've never had sex with another woman but she figures I should try. If I am successful, it might make my desires at home stronger and she gains from that."

"Well, you sure put everything out in the open there, sexy. I know what I'm working with now and I love a challenge. I told you I know how to please a man. I'm not throwing in the towel with you yet."

Cindy went to a side-stand and returned with a condom and a tube of gel. She showed him the plastic tube with images of strawberries and remarked, "My favorite flavor." After placing the items next to him, she slid her bikini bottoms off. Taking his hand, she directed it to her pussy. Jack didn't need coaching as he immediate stroked her clit. He found her dripping with excitement. She accommodated his exploration of her vagina by opening her legs. She moaned and started to rock against his hand, her copious juices running down his fingers.

While he played with her sex, she prepared for round two. She squirted a blob of gel in her palm and spread it over his cock and balls. Jack smelled the strawberry fragrance and felt the warming gel coat his genitals. Her hand strokes felt like a vagina wrapping around his cock and it began to grow. Cindy reached for his hand and pulled it away from her sex, holding it as she adjusted her position. Turning her hips toward the table and stepping closer to his shoulders, she raised one leg onto the table next to him. She guided his hand to her backside so he could resume probing her.

Cindy opened the foil packet and rolled the condom onto his cock, adding more gel to the outside. She leaned down and put him into her mouth. While she sucked on him, he massaged her clit. Her hips began to squirm as he brought her close to orgasm. Sliding two figures into her vagina, he found the firm pad of her G-spot. In short order, she had a shuddering orgasm, forcing her to take him out of her mouth so she could gasp. "Oh, damn, you know how to do that so good. Oh, fuck! You're making me come! Shhhhhhhhhhiiiiittt..."

Her body was quaking with pleasure as her orgasm subsided, her face lying close to the base of his penis. She pushed herself up on her hands then brought her whole body onto the table. On hands and knees over Jack, her wet vulva open inches from his face, he wanted to grab her and pull her down to his mouth. He put his hands around her thighs, but waited when he saw her reach between her legs to apply some gel. Fruity aromas joined her female musk before she settled on his face.

Jack tasted his first strawberry muff-cake and devoured her dessert. Unlike scented douches that Sandy once used, the gel and its warming properties gave the effect of eating warm jam. The gel was merely a slight distraction to him. He was an expert at licking a woman to heaven.

Cindy was starting to buck again when she suddenly pulled away. Speaking with heavy gasps, she complained, "Whoa, there stud. You're getting ahead of me again. Why are you going soft on me?"

"I don't feel anything with the condom on. No wetness, warmth, or your tongue."

She pulled the condom off then applied more gel. When her mouth plunged over him, his penis entered a cavern of heaven. Her warm wetness enveloped his cock and sent shivers up his spine. Cindy's supple tongue massaged the underside of his shaft, making his cock stiffen. She took him deep; her throat squeezed his glans. Her hand gently squeezed his balls as his hips began to dance.

Jack licked her from clit to anus. He had never rimmed anyone before so his approach was timid but determined. He smelled nothing but her sex, a metallic tang registering on his tongue. Her reaction to the contact was severe squirming.

Cindy stuck a gelled-up finger in his ass, which took control of their sex. Jack was overwhelmed with stimulations that made his cock feel like an expanding balloon. He sucked her clit hard, edged his teeth on the dome, and stuck a finder in her ass. Her juices came gushing out onto his chin. The burning tingle in his gut drove him to thrust his cock savagely into her eager mouth; she could not be dissuaded. A grizzly growl bellowed from his chest when he exploded. His semen gushed over her tongue and down her throat. He could hear her gulping the fluid with joyful mewing. When she cleaned the last of his cum off his cock with her tongue, his jerking reactions indicated his glans was uber-sensitive after orgasm so she licked with loving tenderness.

When a sobbing sigh escaped him as he rested, she patted his chest and cooed, "You were awesome, darling. You must have been a fantastic fuck when you were young. You've still got everything you learned to do. I'm gonna make you my special project to get your mojo back. I want you to feel the power again. You'll be dicking your wife so much, she won't have time for her friend."

Cindy washed herself and Jack with warm washcloths, the finale of her treatment. He left with the knowledge that whenever he wanted a massage, he wanted Cindy to give it. At home that night, he described to Sandy his massage and oral ending but without much detail. Nonetheless, she felt compelled to claim her mastery. He worried that he might not be able to come a second time that day, but Sandy's loving approach and talented mouth had no trouble making him cum. In return, he poured his heart into giving her multiple oral pleasures.



New Game in Town Ch. 03



[ This story series is written from a male Point-of-View about my husband's recent experience with a massage therapist. It will be a series because much has happened between them (and me) since they met, so future encounters with them will be described in subsequent chapters. I just hope I can keep up with the horny buggers. I will also use a third-person narrative style to expand my writing repertoire.

Warning: If you dislike reading about sexually aggressive women, this chapter might not be for you.

New Game in Town Ch.03 - Jack gets fucked in the end.

© SandraMustard 2014 ]

Jack admired the new sign on the building facade; "Moon Beams Spa" had a dreamy ring to it. The sign included a moon image with white rays shining down on the word 'Spa'. Walking through the door into the softly lit waiting room, a floral bouquet caressed his nose as if he had entered a flower shop. He approached the counter to check in. Behind the half-wall, a young woman sat in a chair with a computer and phone on the business desk in front of her. The bright yellow bikini she wore was visible under her semi-transparent beach cover-up with the spa logo above her right breast.

"Can I help you?"

"I'm Jack. I have a three o'clock appointment."

"Oh, you're Jack!" She sounded like she was meeting a movie star and it made his dick twitch. When she rolled back in her chair, his eyes were drawn to the yellow beacon of her crotch. She came out from behind the wall to take him by the arm toward the hall. "I'm Barbie. Cindy is finishing up a client that arrived late. She asked me to get you started." Jack immediately decided he wouldn't mind if she finished him too.

Her bouncy demeanor and lithesome body mesmerized Jack. He detected a vanilla scent from her, more likely from hair rinse than perfume. The soft touch of her hands and her breast rubbing his arm as they walked foretold of delights to come. They turned into the second room and she closed the door behind them. She directed him to a butlers chair and wardrobe closet with instructions to undress. She turned to another wardrobe closet, selected a terry-cloth robe from an array of different sizes, and laid it on table.

Jack had hesitated. Most masseuses leave the room while the customer undresses. Barbie noticed he hadn't started so she spoke. "Aw, are you shy, sweetie? I can leave the room but I'm going to give you a table shower so there's nothing I won't see in a few minutes."

His experiences with table showers were in Asian massage parlors where naked customers were washed from head to toe. It excited Jack to know she would bathe him. Cindy certainly was a passionate woman, but Barbie was a fox who gave off vibes that she wanted to fuck. While he took his clothes off, Barbie turned a knob next to the light switch and soft violin music filled the room. She turned on a waterfall device that made gurgling and trickling noises. Lastly, she put two oil bottles in a warmer and lit a scented candle that quickly added the smell of vanilla to the prevailing floral atmosphere.

Because he always went commando, he only had to remove two items, yet she was waiting as he hung his shorts on a hook. With his back to her, his hand did a fluff test to see if his penis needed stimulation to come out of its shell. He was pleased to discover he was hanging at two-thirds full size. Anticipation and the sexy young woman waiting to see his cock were strong medicines.

He was right about her. As soon as he turned around, her eyes went right to his cock. She bent over, inspecting his groin from inches away. "You removed your pubic hair. Do you shave or get waxed?"

Jack could feel her breath on his penis as she talked. He strained to respond, "Waxed."

She drew two fingers across his pubic mound until she pushed his penis aside. "Smooooth," she cooed. Grabbing his penis helmet claw-like around the ridge with her fingers and thumb, she pulled it up. A finger from her other hand rubbed the skin on the base of his shaft. "Somebody did a great job. Who does you?"

"A woman at a nail salon."

She didn't seem to pay attention to his answer. "I like a hairless man when I'm sucking his cock. It's so sexy, I could do it for hours."

He figured he wouldn't last five minutes in her mouth. He felt his cock skin stretching; a rare reactionary erection was building.

She stood up, close and personal. "You can come here for waxing. We have that on our service list. Actually, I'm the only one who does it so far but Cindy says she's gonna get certified. Look, I do my own." With that, she lifted her cover-up and pulled her bikini bottom down to show her hairless mons and labia.

Reacting quickly, Jack bent over to inspect her closely. He slid a finger across her mons to press on her clit. Barbie mewed softly and tilted her hips backward, pressing her vulva forward. Dampness was evident. "I'd like to bury my tongue in you until you pass out."

"Promises, promises. Now, let's get you a shower. Wear this robe. We can't have you walking the hall naked with another customer here." She helped him don the robe and led him to a room at the end of the hall.

The entire room was designed as a large shower; ceramic tile covered the walls and floor. Against one wall was an eight-foot long pedestal table. The ceiling was painted black to resemble the night sky, little dots of white representing stars. On the ceiling directly over the table was a domed light fixture covered in a translucent decal of the moon. The soft white glow coming from inside it cast the only light in the room.

Barbie hung both of their robes on pegs. She announced, "This may sound strange, wearing a bathing suit and all, but I'm going to take it off so it doesn't get wet. Working all day in a wet suit would be chilling." Jack had no objections to her getting naked with him. He did get a projection when he saw her firm young titties and toned body.

Barbie sprayed down the pad on the table with warm water before Jack climbed on it. Starting facedown, she used a scrubbing mitt and a bare hand to wash every inch of him. Her naked fingers made sure his anus was clean, inside and out. After being rinsed off, he used the grab-bar on the wall to turn over on the slippery pad. Now he had the pleasure of seeing her naked body as she worked. She didn't object when he reached out to grope her swaying boob and tug her firm nipple but she moved so much, he couldn't reach her most of the time.

When she leaned over him to wash his opposite arm, she let her boob rest on his face. He seized her nipple with his lips and sucked it in where his tongue could push it around. His hand reached behind her, traveling up her legs to her sex. A probing finger found her well lubed. His finger remained in her vagina as she turned to wash his torso down to his crotch. Washing his cock was almost a handjob and he was fully erect when she finished. Jack lusted for the young woman who excited him, proud to get wood in front of her.

Barbie dried him off with an extra-plush towel. Seeing her squatting naked in front of him kept him hard. When she was done, she looked at his cock sticking straight out. "You flatter me, sweetie."

"Why's that?"

"We keep notes on our clients so we all can provide the best treatments. I know you have some problems but you're reacting well to me." She held his cock with her fingertips and put her lips to his glans as if she would play his penis like a piccolo. When her lips opened and started to slide over him, she placed her hands on his butt. She inched him into her mouth so slowly, it took ten seconds to complete the insertion.

Jack felt his cock slide deliciously into her warm wetness. He felt her tongue caressing him as he slid across it and into her throat. She held him there for a long moment, pulling firmly on his ass, pushing her chin against his balls and her nose into his flesh; then she extracted his cock with the same deliberate movement. She deep throated him three times at the tantalizing snail pace until he felt his excitement begin to boil inside his loins. Sensing his eruption was imminent, she avoided the happy beginning by standing up.

"You are sexy-smooth, sweetie. I'd love to taste your cum but Cindy has specific plans for you today."

She helped him into his robe before she dried herself and dressed. As they returned to the massage room, Jack noted that the door to the first room was open now and he heard two female voices coming from the front counter area. After disrobing, he climbed onto the table face down. Barbie covered him with the drape and left the room.

Cindy's bubbly greeting announced her entry into the room. "Hiya, Darlin'!"

Jack raised his head to see her approach the table clad in the standard spa attire, a yellow bikini. He also noticed Barbie hanging her cover-up on a peg. "Give me some sugar," Cindy commanded and they slurped a long tongue kiss. "Barbie tells me you are having a good day. I have a special treatment planned for you. How would you like a four-hand massage?"

Jack felt his loins tingle at the prospect. "I'm up for that!"

"Well, we'll see how up you get and adjust accordingly. I'm going to blindfold you. If your brain is deprived of visual information, it will heighten your other senses."

Barbie brought over a silky black sleep-blindfold and slipped it on. After adjusting the strap around his head, her hands slid to his face and turned it upward. Her soft lips brushed his and her tongue darted into his mouth. When she finally pulled away, she murmured, "Cindy said your kisses are hot. She didn't exaggerate."

Jack noticed the oil they used had a vanilla scent as well and commented on it. "I notice the candle and oil smell like vanilla. It's my favorite."

"Yes, I know," Cindy responded, "Now, hush and let your body relax."

He wanted to ask how she knew but obeyed her directive. The four-hand massage was sublime. Following the same routine as his first massage, each woman worked one side of each area. Both plied his muscle tissue, both fingered his anus and teased his balls. The draping practice was the same as before as well, so Jack knew what to expect. He kept his hands off the women until the end. The front side massage also followed the edging script. He knew when to reach his hands out to them and found both were naked. Both were dripping wet, too, as he managed to finger two women at the same time. His mind focused on the intimate contact with both women, making him fully aroused by the time four hands were stroking his cock and kneading his testicles. He wanted to hold back, to last until he received some oral stimulation, but felt the stirring that threatened to grow beyond his control. Maybe they sensed his precarious condition because all tactile contact stopped suddenly.

Cindy whispered in his ear. "Darling, you are so hard. I'd love to feel you inside me. Do you want to fuck me?"

"Yessss," Jack hissed.

"Are you up for a threesome? Have you ever had it in your ass?"

Fear struck his heart. "God, no! I'm not gay!"

"Calm down, honey. There's just us girls here. I'm talking about us using a strap-on. You seemed to enjoy my finger. The strap-on is pretty slim. We'll use lots of lube and be gentle. A lot of straight men like it knowing they're giving in to a woman. Do you trust me?"

Jack hesitated. "Maybe... But if I say stop, that means right then. And I'm not wearing this blindfold."

"The blindfold is important to the feeling of submitting. Here's what we'll do. We'll let you feel the dildo so you know its size. Then you can reach around and feel it again before it goes in so you know we're not switching anything on you. Okay?"

Barbie spoke in his other ear. "Oh please let me fuck you. I'll let you do anything to me if you do."

Her soft pleading melted his anxiety and he gave his approval. They helped him off the table and guided him stand at the foot. He heard Cindy get on the table and maneuver close to the end in front of him. She took his hand and placed it on her pussy so he could identify her position. Her legs were spread. His fingers combed through her trimmed bush and slid into her wet canal.

He heard Barbie close a drawer and approach his side. She guided his hand to the device. He felt the elastic bands that reminded him of an athletic cup holder. His fingers explored the penis-shaped plastic dildo attached to it. He could tell it was short and slender. There was a brief pause and then one of them was putting a condom on him.

When he was covered, Barbie helped move him close to the table and Cindy guided his cock into her vagina. He couldn't feel wetness at all and only slight warmth, but her sex had already begun wonderful contractions around his hard cock. He heard Barbie rustling behind him as she put on the device. She again took his hand and placed in on the dildo that touched his ass. He felt the rigid plastic, now covered in a gel that felt warm to the touch. Together, their hands lined up the dildo and she pushed forward.

The gel warmed his sphincter and the pressure was gentle but persistent. With a plop, the head slid in. Jack fought urges to squeeze it back out. The warming spread inside him and the plastic cock pushed deeper. He felt as if he needed to move his bowels; with his sphincter forced open, he feared he would defecate on her. He knew it was fully in his ass when the straps pressed against his cheeks.

Barbie pushed him forward, deeper into Cindy. They began to work on double fucking thrusts but it wasn't rhythmic. They went slow, seeking to anticipate each other's movements. Either it was a difficult activity to coordinate or Barbie wasn't very experienced. Jack decided to concentrate on fucking Cindy and let Barbie adapt to him. It began to work.

Feeling his cock slide into the woman below him built up the familiar sexual pleasures he enjoyed so much. The dildo slipping through his anus and its bumping into his prostate created a new set of exciting sensations. His cock plunged powerfully into Cindy. She began to moan and whimper, begging him to fuck harder, praising his power, describing how his hard cock felt and the pleasure it was giving her.

Barbie began to pump his ass harder. She made strange cries and noises. Her hands were on his hips, pulling on him for leverage so she could slam into him with a smack. The burning excitement inside him rose feverishly.

Soft lips pressed on his mouth; a gentle hand tickled his man-nipples; another hand guided his hand to a hairless vulva. What the fuck? Somebody was next to him kissing him, obviously female and probably Barbie. So who was fucking his ass? He knew it was a dildo when it went in, not a man's penis, and it never came out. So, who was wearing it? Who else was there?

Jack pulled away from the kiss. "Who the hell..." His hand reached for the blindfold but somebody grabbed his arms.

Barbie assured him, "Jack! Don't worry. It's your wife. She's behind you." She led his hand to the soft breasts that continued to flop as Sandy butt-fucked her husband.

Sandy cried, "Woody, I hope you're not upset. I've always wanted to do this. I love you, sweetheart. Let's make this a moment we'll never forget. I'm almost there..."

Jack recognized that his wife had merely turned the tables on him. When she had finally used her hall pass to have sex with another man, a masseur in fact, Jack made secret arrangements with the masseur. He showed up on the scene of one of their massage-with-sex encounters. Jack had a desire to see his wife enjoying her freedom and it led to him joining them in a threesome.

Sandy had obviously arranged with Cindy to be involved in his first experience with another woman. Cindy's experience with strap-on sex allowed Sandy to explore her female domination fantasy. Barbie's participation facilitated Jack's willingness to submit and his wife's substitute involvement before discovery.

Orgasmic fires took over. Cindy was shuddering under him, her vagina squeezing his cock. His wife was savagely taking his backside. Barbie was dancing and writhing on his hand. A quartet of voices cried out in harmonious passion.



New Game in Town Ch. 04



This story series is written from a male point-of-view using a third-person narrative style to expand my writing repertoire. The series theme began being about my husband's recent experience with a massage therapist but has evolved to include group encounters by both of us with the woman, her husband, their niece, and eventually a Swingers Club.

Warning: If you dislike reading about real sexual encounters that sometimes fail, this chapter might not be for you. Don't score this chapter low because you only like fantasy sex. I'm brave enough to show this happens in real life so people who are considering swinging don't have unrealistic expectations.

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New Game in Town - Chapter 04 - Swings and misses.

Jack and Sandy try swapping partners with Dave and Cindy but sex fails for them until Barbie joins them.

When Jack and his wife Sandy walked into the community pool, Barbie came running to greet him; her large breasts almost bouncing out of her skimpy bikini. She put her arms around him for an enthusiastic although brief hug, and followed up with a firm hug for Sandy. Together, the trio walked to the umbrella table where Dave and Cindy lounged with a full cooler of beer. Another round of handshakes and hugs connected the couples.

Dave laughed and then bowed his head while speaking in a low voice to Jack. "Behind you are three beach jocks. They've been trying to get Barbie's attention for an hour. One tried unsuccessfully to chat her up. Then you walked in and got that greeting. Bet they wonder what you have that they don't."

Barbie was standing half-a-step away when Jack's arm slipped behind her to her opposite hip. He pulled her against his side.

Barbie looked up at Jack. "What sweetie?"

Jack's hand slipped down, coming to rest holding a cheek. "What do I have that those guys don't have?"

"Besides ahold of my ass, Daddy?"

"What did you call me?"

"Well, Daddy, of course." The way she said it, she implied there was no use trying to discourage her. She stretched up on her toes to Jack's ear. "I can't wait to fuck you, Daddy," she whispered, punctuating her statement with a flick of her tongue into his ear.

Sandy couldn't hear Barbie's voice but she clearly read the word 'fuck' from her lips. "Jack, you gotta tell them."

"Of course, Babe," Jack acknowledged, and stepped away from Barbie. "You'll get your turn, Barbie, I promise. Folks, we have a daughter living fifty miles away. She and our grandkids visit us all the time. We can't have touchy-feely greetings like this happen at the wrong time in public. It'll be better if we're always just friendly." Turning again to Barbie, he added, "No daddy stuff, okay?"

"Sure, Jack, not in public." She gave him a wink before spinning toward the pool, preventing further discussion.

The couples spent the late August, Sunday afternoon drinking beer, darkening their tans, and taking frequent dips in the water. Barbie spent two hours with them before leaving to get ready for a party. Their public decorum followed Jack's wishes, even when concealed opportunities presented themselves.

Dave and Jack spent significant time discussing typical manly interests ... and the rather untypical experience of fucking each other's spouse. Sandy had mentioned to Jack about the Cindy's invitation to join their swinging club and had conveyed what she had discussed with them about swapping 'rules.' Dave was willing to repeat the details for Jack, emphasizing the etiquette and safe sex practices their club insisted upon following. By the end of the afternoon, Dave confirmed club membership for Sandy and Jack with an added invitation for a private swapping session with the hosts that evening.

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Cindy greeted Jack and Sandy at the door wearing a see-through blouse and a short tulip skirt. Jack's eyes feasted on her visible dark areolas until her nipples rose to the occasion. "Jack, you're exciting me."

"I can see that. The feeling is mutual."

Cindy glanced down but did not detect physical evidence to support his remark. She stepped close to him. Leaning over his rotund belly, she pushed her chest against his and wrapped her arms around his neck. Their open mouths met for a soulful kiss worthy of their recent intimacy. One of Jack's hands held her shoulders tight to his body while the other snaked down under her skirt waistband to grab a bare cheek. She responded by dropping one hand down between them to rub his cock through his shorts.

Their embrace ended with a brief twinkly-eyed smile that acknowledged what would happen later. Jack stepped into the room to greet Dave with a handshake and shoulder slap. Cindy hugged Sandy and exchanged pleasantries before Dave took a turn embracing their female guest. Dave directed their guests to sit on the sofa while he settled in the love seat across from them. Knowing Sandy and Jack's refreshment preferences, Cindy brought glasses of sweet tea for them before sitting next to her husband.

Dave began the discussion. "Since y'all are new to the swingers scene, we're gonna forget what we already know about each other at first. We'll play this like couples chatting and comparing interests for a possible swap. It'll give y'all an idea how to handle yourselves at a party."

Cindy asked, "Jack, I detected marijuana on your breath when we kissed. Did you bring some?"

"No, I didn't assume you'd accept having it around."

"That's good. You show real common sense. Dave and I are cool about pot, even use it sometimes but we prefer beer. I need to tell you though, don't bring drugs into any party. It's not the use but the evidence that might accidently be left behind. Some folks go out to their car to smoke or whatever, but keep it your car; be cautious about neighbors seeing you, too. I don't mean to be preachy, but these kind of gatherings need to keep a low profile."

"That makes perfect sense. You won't have to worry about us old stoners getting careless, we're naturally paranoid."

Dave chuckled at the remark while Cindy turned to Sandy, "You smoked too?"

Sandy cast a frown toward her husband. "Why do you gotta tell everyone my business?"

Jack went on the defensive. "I'm sorry, Babe. I don't tell everyone. I saw no reason to hide it because they do too. Do you want to tell 'em why or can I?"

Sandy rolled her eyes but said, "You can."

"I've smoked weed for forty years. Sandy gave it up for long stretches but started again just recently because it helps us get it on, especially me. I know she likes making love when she's high and she'll even be the one to suggest we smoke."

Cindy acknowledged directly to Sandy, "Good for you guys, then. Honey, don't let anything get in the way of good sex." She nodded but felt relieved when they dropped the subject.

The conversation turned to sexual preferences and experiences, some of which were already common knowledge amongst them, but covered as a rehearsal for party discovery conversations. They mentioned hetero intercourse positions as well as oral and anal. Sandy indicated she strongly disliked her anal experiences and Jack had no interest to try with someone else. Cindy and Dave both liked and practiced it but assured their guests they wouldn't pursue it with them.

There was a side discussion of female-on-male strap-on use as all four had enjoyable experiences but Cindy brought up a counterpoint. "First rounds with new partners are mostly straight intercourse for several reasons. New partners want to understand basic responses before getting into kinkier play. Men want to save their first orgasms, too, so even blowjobs should not get them off. You can mention the strap-on to plant the idea but don't expect to use it very often. If you do get a chance, make sure they see you clean the dildo first."

Sandy indicated she was tolerant of a woman going down on her but wasn't interested in giving in return. Dave played devil's advocate by asking if Jack ever had interest in bi-contact with a man.

Jack's response was even-toned. "Absolutely not, it's a big squick for me. I don't think I could stand for you to touch my penis even, let's say, to guide me into your wife."

Dave responded, "That's clear and the polite way to respond. I don't have an interest either but I was testing your attitude about being asked. Most men just state up front something simple like, 'No male contact.' Another thing to keep in mind, it may be a long time before you hook up with a couple again and the same person may inquire again. Don't take offense; asking is the polite way to avoid the unpleasant alternatives."

Cindy had been sitting with her legs pointed at Jack. Over time, her position had relaxed to allow her legs to part until her naked labia were visible. Her pose was deliberate and she waited for him to notice. When he did, a broad smile showed his appreciation for the show. His eyes met hers in a smoldering stare. His tongue came out to glide slowly from one mouth corner to the other.

Cindy responded by opening her legs wider and pulling her skirt hem back, a move witnessed by everyone. "Would you like to lick these lips, you sexy man?"

When Jack stood up, Cindy did too and reached for his hand to lead him toward the bedroom.

Dave invited Sandy, "Shall we join them?"

"I'd rather start with a free body-rub if I can." Together, they headed the other direction toward the massage room.

Jack stopped Cindy from climbing onto the bed, instead pulling her around by the hand for a long, deep kiss while they remained standing. While his mouth held hers captive and his tongue danced inside, his hands explored her entire body with tender touches. Soft moans purred from her when she felt his fingers delicately caress sensitive areas, turning nondescript body areas into erogenous zones.

After Cindy slid Jack's shirt up and off, his hands lifted her top to enable him to pull her naked breasts against his chest. They squirmed together while they kissed again, her nipples rubbing through his ample chest hair. He angled his body away, affording room for his hand to pinch and pluck her nipple.

Jack broke off his kiss to remove her top, but instead of returning to her mouth, his head lowered to her breast. She felt her stiff nub sucked between his teeth and repeatedly swiped across the end by his active tongue. Cindy's head tilted back and she exhaled a gasp of pleasure. Her fingers combed through his long hair, and then clutched a handful when his mouth and hand combined for a stirring nipple massage.

His mouth continued sucking her boob when his two hands sought the fasten point of her skirt. Faster than an observer might call out olé, her skirt dropped to the floor leaving her naked. His hands returned to sweeping movements over her body. She bowed her legs to allow easy access to her vulva but Jack teased her with slow passes around her swelling labia. Cindy groaned with each near miss.

Straightening, Jack cupped her jaw to initiate another round of passion kisses. His body shifted sideways slightly and he pushed his knee between her legs. His hands moved to the small of her back and pulled her astraddle his protruding leg, her wet gash spreading wetness up his thigh. He held her captive while his leg swayed side to side, grinding against her clit. When her excitement caused her to rise on her toes, his leg lifted, sustaining the intense stimulation.

His leg was supporting most of her weight. Cindy tilted her head back from his kisses to gasp for air. At that moment, Jack's hands released their hold. Losing her balance, she fell backward toward the bed. Her hands tried to grab his shoulders to stay upright but his body was descending with hers and his head dropping toward her hips at the same time. The moment she landed, his mouth plunged over her sex and his tongue pushed into her clit. Cindy shrieked with surprise.

Cindy's ass perched at the edge of the bed, her splayed legs bending at the knees to reach the floor. Jack knelt on the floor with his face buried in her labia that were open and dripping with arousal. His tongue lapped through her cleft and across her swelling nub several times until he ducked his head low and extended his wet muscle into her vagina. Several repetitions had her rocking and squirming.

Cindy cried out, "Jack, you are driving me wild!"

His arms levered her legs onto his shoulders and she clamped them around his head. Jack could not hear her moans and cries anymore but his other senses measured her excited reactions. His lips pushed her clitoral hood back so his mouth could suck in her jewel. His tongue circled and probed the button while her hips bucked against his face. Jack applied his washboard technique on her domed bundle of sex nerves by pressing the surface of his teeth against it and shaking his head rapidly. Cindy reacted by grabbing his hair, pulling him even tighter against the fire raging in her sex. Her hips lifted and twisted as she rolled on her side with his head in her vice-like leg-clamp. Orgasmic convulsions rippled uncontrollably through her body and into his. A flood of her juices washed his bearded face.

After her shuddering stopped, Jack helped roll Cindy onto her back in the center of the bed. Her head rose to look down at him with glassy eyes. She was still panting. "Jack, you are incred..." She saw his head lower and felt the huff of his breath. "Oh God, not again." Her head fell back in submission. He took her on a longer, edging journey into cosmic bliss. She finished as a sweaty mass of quivering flesh, tears of ecstasy streaking her cheeks.

Her body laid spread eagle, her eyes staring unseeing. Jack moved around to pick up a condom packet off the nightstand. He kneeled next to Cindy's head. She noticed his flaccid cock and asked, "What's wrong, sweetie?"

"I'm not hard yet as usual. I need a little help."

He hovered over the listless Cindy on hands and knees, his cock dangling in her face. Her mouth opened and he lowered himself in. Her warmth and wetness worked quickly to firm up his member. He pulled out to roll on the latex covering while her fingers played with his balls. Moving to a kneeling position between her legs, he lifted her pliant stems to his shoulders. Settling down slowly on her folded body, his cock slid into her hot cavity.

"Ooh, that's nice," she cooed.

Jack eased out, and pushed in again. The slow fucking motion urged them up another passion incline. He was grunting with effort; she was whining with delight. He watched her react to the building orgasm, her eyes closed, her mouth opened for gasping breaths. Their thighs collided in sharp slaps as he pummeled her vagina. He felt her orgasm heat her inner flesh and welcomed the tingle beginning in his gut. As he fed her pleasure, he worried over his orgasm stalling. 'Why now?' he lamented. He gamely satisfied her needs, even as the tingle disappeared.

As her orgasm subsided, Cindy felt his penis shrink inside her. She was reasonably certain he didn't come before she saw his unfilled condom when he rolled off her and onto his back. "What happened, baby?"

"I didn't make it. I was right on the edge and then lost it. It's not your fault. It's my ED acting up again."

"Should we keep trying?"

"No, I have to rest before I can go again, just as if I did come."

Cindy snuggled up against Jack and spoke soothingly. "My poor baby. You mustn't fret about this. I know you're disappointed but this is something that happens to a lot of older men. I want to tell you, you have something a lot of other men don't have and I mean fantastic skills that please a woman to the depth of her soul. I am still tingling all over thanks to you. You are a wonderful lover and that makes you the best kind of a man."

Through the open door, they heard Dave and Sandy talking so they dressed and returned to the living room. They found Sandy lying on the couch, a wet cloth pressed to her forehead. Dave was standing nearby in wet pants and holding his bundled shirt.

"What's wrong, Babe?" Jack asked.

"She threw up. I'm gonna go clean up," Dave answered before leaving the room.

As Jack kneeled next to his wife and took her hand, Sandy added, "I feel so stupid. This has never happened to me before. I gagged trying to deep throat him. I made a mess all over him and completely ruined our sex. At least you guys had a good time."

With a little laugh, Jack corrected her. "Not quite. I lost my erection. Aren't we the hot couple? Neither of us could get it done tonight."

Cindy interrupted. "I'm not going to let you rain on the parade. Sandy, Jack was amazing. He thrilled me like few men can. He was doing fine but fizzled out at the end. And you girl, you have nothing to regret about the way you performed with Dave the previous time. We're gonna chalk this night up to shit happens."

Dave came walking into the room in fresh clothes. "What's going on?"

"Jack didn't catch the brass ring tonight either. He was a real stud before it went limp on him. He feels bad about it so I'm working damage control here. I don't think it was nerves because they've both been with us before."

Dave added, "Y'all should forget about what happened or what didn't. Don't worry about being a bust at a party. Crowds give people stage fright. Men can't get it up or pop off too soon. Women find they have problems, too. Have you tried pills for your ED, Jack?"

"Yep. A urologist gave me samples of the big three. None of them worked consistently. I had failures at the same rate as without the pills. Doctors say my problem is mostly my weight but I read about links to some of my daily meds in studies on ED. I thought having sex with different women would be stimulating enough but not always. No offense, Cindy."

"None taken, sweetie. I told you, you really rocked my boat. I have no complaints about your performance. I don't feel like I failed you either. If you tell partners what to expect, they'll understand. If they don't, it's their problem. If they'd rather decline sex with you, then they'll be the losers."

The sound of a key unlocking the front door turned everyone's head. Barbie entered and stopped abruptly when she saw the three attending to Sandy prone on the couch. "What's going on here?"

"Sandy fainted from too much wild sex," Jack deadpanned.

Despite witnessing Sandy's backhanded punch in his arm, Barbie surmised there had been sex between swapped mates. "I missed a good time, I see. My party was a bust. I didn't see any unattached men and those who did stop to talk to me were dragged away. I had a girl try to latch onto me but she was too les for me."

She went to Cindy first for a hug. She greeted her uncle next with a hug and brief but full-on-the-lips kiss. Jack rose to his feet as she approached, but Barbie passed him to lean over and place her hand on Sandy's arm. "Hope you recover right quick." She patted Sandy before straightening.

Turning toward Jack, she paused a moment with a seductive head tilt, looking into his eyes. "Is it my turn now?" When Jack nodded, she glanced down at Sandy for additional permission and received a go-ahead hand flip. Foregoing a greeting smooch, she took Jack's hand and led him toward her bedroom.

Dave and Cindy stayed a moment to determine that Sandy was willing to continue recovering alone on the couch. Dave asked his wife to join him in their bedroom for a minute to talk. Having warmed up but left out of the games, Dave clearly wouldn't talk much and would need more than a minute. With sounds of amour resonating from both ends of the dwelling, Sandy closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep.

Jack followed a familiar pattern, holding Barbie back before she got on the bed. He brought her arousal through simmering to near boiling with expert caressing, undressing her in the process. She was still wearing a gauzy tan thong when he urged her backward onto the bed. She crawled away from his mouth that chased her sex until her shoulders jammed against the headboard. Her retreat block, she watched helplessly as his head dove between her legs.




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Supercharged stimulation stunned her immobile as she witnessed and felt his oral attack. Tongue, teeth, and lips pushed and pulled her feminine folds, soaking her thong with saliva and sexcretions. Her body bucked uncontrollably through waves of pleasure, a rollercoaster ride over half a dozen orgasmic crests. Barbie's moans and exclamations blurred into a babble of excited sounds.

When Jack paused to remove her soaked thong, Barbie saw the glistening helmet of his hard cock. She pushed him down on his back, grabbed his member in her hand, and swung her leg over his hips to mount him.

"Cover me first," Jack warned.

"No, it's alright. I want to feel you bare."

Jack's response was emphatic. "Aint gonna happen. That's my unbreakable rule."

Barbie sensed his absolute determination. Rather than waste time arguing, she crawled to her nightstand and retrieved a condom from the drawer. In the short time her movements took, his penis partially wilted. She used her mouth to bring him back to a rigid state and rolled the rubber on.

She aligned herself over his pelvic saddle, guided his cock between her gaping labia, and settled down. The exquisite sensation of entry elicited a gasping sigh from both lovers. Barbie leaned forward, propping herself on her arms. Jack's hands reached up, cupping her firm breasts. Her body supported, her hips began circling, up and forward, down and back, taking his cock deep into her vagina and out across her G-spot. She was moaning and gasping with her effort. Jack slid one hand between them until his finger found her clit. He lifted his hand forcibly, pressing unrelentingly on her love nub.

Barbie cried out, "Oh Daddy! Your cock feels so good. Give it to me hard. Fuck me, Daddy. Fuck meeeee..." Jack felt her cavity spasming as she jerked and screeched. He tilted his hips to lift his cock for maximum presentation. Barbie gasped, "Oh. Oh. Oh," each time she rammed his rod into herself.

Her undulations slowed while she filled her lungs with air with several deep breaths, then her sliding on his piston regained its speed. Barbie fucked herself to a second climax while Jack's phallus sustained its impressive prominence for her. Jack felt deeply elated by his performance, able to demonstrate for his lovely and young partner just how good he could be.

Barbie started her third orgasmic climb. Their vocal copulation drew voyeurs. From his position on the bed, Jack noticed two shadowed figures approach and stand in the dark doorway. Cindy and Dave stood there, naked, watching. Barbie pushed herself up off her hands, using her legs to bounce vertically on his steely pole. Her guttural noises displayed her effort and pleasure. Cindy's hand was rubbing her own sex; Dave's penis stiffened in sympathetic readiness.

Jack felt the tingle growing. He put his hands on Barbie's hips to add his pull to their coital thrusts. Their bodies smacked loudly with each impact.

Barbie started crying, "Daddy! Daddy! Get it now!"

Jack responded, "Yes Barbie! Yes Barbie!" His arms reached out and pulled her down. He held her tightly and savagely thrust his hips upward. Loud, beastly noises rose from his chest. High-pitched squeals fell from her contorted face. Their cacophony faded into murmurs as their passion ebbed and their bodies reposed.

Jack opened his eyes and noticed their spectators were gone. He found it difficult to draw his breath with Barbie draped on his chest. He told her of his difficulty and she slid off to his side. They spent several more minutes in oxygen recovery.

Barbie finally pulled herself up and planted a tender kiss on Jack's lips. "Jack, you were awesome. I'm so grateful that I could experience this tonight. Your wife is incredibly generous to share you."

"I was at my best, for sure. Unfortunately, I can't perform like this very often so don't expect this on a regular basis. Speaking of my wife, I need to go tend to her."

They got up and dressed. Jack found Cindy robed and sitting in an easy chair next to Sandy who slept peacefully. He quietly awakened her. She took a moment to recognize her surroundings and the situation with her company, particularly Barbie's flushed face.

"Did you have a good time, Darlin'?"

"Yes I did, Babe. But it's time to get you home."

They hugged their friends and said their goodbyes. From the doorway, Barbie and Cindy watched them walk arm-in-arm across the parking lot toward their home.

Barbie remarked, "That's some man she has. He's a damn good lover."

"I know. I was watching."



New Game in Town Ch. 05



This story series is written from a male point-of-view using a third-person narrative style to expand my writing repertoire. The series theme began being about my husband's recent experience with a massage therapist but has evolved to include group encounters by both of us with the woman, her husband, their niece, and eventually a Swingers Club.

New Game in Town - Chapter 05 - Jack and his wife attend their first swingers party.

Despite their nearly disastrous swapping practice, they embark into the world of swinging.

© SandraMustard 2015



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Dave and Cindy were organizing a swingers club in their new hometown. The club they had hosted for nearly fifteen years in Atlanta was an informal collection of swinging couples that enjoyed occasional large gatherings. They had cultivated the members over time, discovering and inviting like-minded people to private swaps and then party events. To jump-start their new clientele, they had contacted several couples from local listings for swingers.

Jack and Sandy were an example of how cultivation happens. A chance encounter between neighbors led to a massage therapy session that immediately turned sexual. Discovering that each enjoyed open relationships with their spouse, group sexual encounters ensued that proved Jack and Sandy had the right inclinations for swinging. They received invitations to join the club.

A two couple swap that the hosts originally intended to put the novice swingers at ease with swapping had gone sour and it worried Cindy. She and Dave made contact several times afterward to determine how Jack and Sandy's reactions affected their willingness to attend a mid-September party. They were pleased to discover no ill effects.

The Saturday night party took place in adjoining hotel suites. The hosts chose an off-the-beach location and a post-summer date to keep room rates reasonable. Still, with only the hosts and four other couples sharing costs, the donation was steep even without normal food offerings. Instead, each couple brought hors d'oeuvres in addition to their own refreshments.

Jack and Sandy entered the hotel elevator at the same time as another couple. A small cooler hung from Jack's hand and Sandy hugged an insulated bag in front of her. Noticing the similarly burdened other couple, Jack smiled and spoke. "Looks like y'all are going to a party, too. Room four-oh-one by any chance?"

Laughter over their chance encounter preceded introductions. All of them took interested looks at their likely sex partners. Connie outweighed her husband but the poundage was distributed well over her tall frame. Equal in stature but wiry, Brad's hairless head and pronounced jaw reminded Sandy of a penis with eyes. Noting that his lack of hair was so complete, even devoid of eyebrows and eyelashes, she wondered if it was the result of chemotherapy or an extreme hair removal fetish.

Aware that her husband was very much a boob man and that he was gawking at Sandy's hefty melons, Connie self-consciously tugged at her sundress, no doubt wishing that she had worn push-up support for her B-cups. Her own heartbeat raced from thoughts of Jack's longhaired full-bearded head between her thighs. Jack's interest focused on how Connie's sturdy stems would feel wrapped around him while Sandy imagined an endurance contest with the athletic Brad.

The couples cast four mental votes for first pairing even before they reached the party suite. Dave answered their knock wearing an unbuttoned tropical shirt. Cindy was standing with another couple well behind him. Ushering in the guests, he introduced himself to Connie and Brad who he knew only through email exchanges. While the new arrivals set out their food and made their first refreshments, Dave explained the donation amount and collected their cash payments. A knock on the door heralded the arrival of the last couple.

Eventually everyone gathered in the sitting area of one suite, some sitting while others stood. Dave gave a verbal tour of the suites. Through a doorway was a bedroom and en suite; the queen-size beds stripped of their blankets and bedspreads in advance. An open inner doorway on the opposite wall led to another suite with an identical but reversed layout and a cozier king-size playground.

The other guests were complete strangers. Only one couple besides the hosts had party experience, the others familiar with meeting for prearranged swapping. Thus, Dave held an orientation discussion that covered what were hard rules as opposed to merely suggestions. Because none of the couples objected to sharing the beds with spouses or having non-participants watch, he recommended that the bedroom doors remain open for faster changeovers and possible impromptu group activities.

Following his speech, Cindy took over to lead a less information laden, more genteel welcoming made possible by the small gathering. She asked the couples to take turns introducing themselves with details of their sexual interests and experiences. Leading by example, she described their long involvement in swinging and hosting parties. After listing their varied encounters, she concluded by stating as hosts, they would stay out of first round pairings.

Rick and Samantha, an overweight fiftyish couple with lots of swinging and party experiences, had ready-for-anything attitudes. Their open marriage allowed a smorgasbord of one-night stands and long-term lovers on top of regular swapping. Rick's ultimate pleasure was watching his wife devouring another man's cock, bragging that she could deep-throat any size.

Jack gave a brutally honest testament to the old and new stages of his relationship with Sandy and the reason for change. Sandy couldn't let his self-deprecating remarks scare anyone away; she emphasized his outstanding oral skills. Cindy enthusiastically interjected a confirmation.

Connie and Brad had several swapping experiences that developed from friendships. Their encounters previously centered around shared vacations and beds. Brad's job repeatedly relocated him, each time forcing them to end old relationships and nurture new ones. New to the area and now empty nesters, they decided to jump-start their next relationship by putting their profile on a swingers list.

High school sweethearts that married young, Becky and Bill waited twenty years before pillow talk led to exploring their mutual bi-curiosities. They dedicated the last three years with one couple, patiently and haltingly testing their fantasies with an equally hesitant older couple. A mutual trip to Las Vegas for a porn convention hadn't sparked a sexual interlude afterward in their adjoining rooms. It was a year before their first hetero-swap. Even after three years, they had more cancelations than connections. Dave's contact through their dormant swingers' profile prompted them to explore new adventures.

Jack mentally formed his bucket list. Connie was his first meet - first cum choice. Samantha seemed so vibrant that she might be able to get him up for seconds; on top of that, he was eager to discover if the adage about redheads was true. Becky, arguably the youngest and most attractive, seemed unreachable; besides, her eyes were locked on Cindy since the host's opening remarks about bi-sexuality.

Immediately after Cindy told everyone to enjoy the party, Jack turned to corral Connie for himself. He found her sidling in close, the back of her hand pressing into his crotch. Her free hand reached up to stroke his beard.

"I'd love to feel that tickling my thighs. Will you prove what they said about you?"

"I think I can give you a fair demonstration." Jack looked behind her to see Brad's arm around Sandy's waist. He didn't need to ask their intentions.

"Lead the way, friend," Brad encouraged.

Jack spun Connie around and urged her toward the bedroom doorway. The couples stopped inside to undress, a quick process for all except Sandy because only she wore undergarments.

Connie spotted Jack's hairless groin and asked, "Do you shave?"

"I get waxed. Sandy doesn't like hair in her mouth."

About that moment, Sandy noticed Brad lacked pubic hair, as well. "Do you get waxed, too?"

Brad was used to inquiries and wasn't offended. "I don't need to. I don't grow body hair anywhere. I have a condition called alopecia."

"Ah, yes, I've heard of that." Sandy chose to divert attention from further discussion by standing close in front of Brad, his eyes wide as saucers taking in her naked globes. "Touch them, Brad. They're yours to enjoy."

Jack had guided Connie onto the farthest bed and climbed over her. He started with a long French kiss before making a deliberately prolonged journey to her nether lips, his mouth caressing every sensitive area he knew along the way. His teasing showed no mercy. Connie groaned loudly when the anticipation of his stimulations reaching her sex endured delays and diversions. 

When his mouth reached her vulva, he found her swollen lips opened like a flower, arousal puddling between her folds. His tongue lapped her vaginal nectars, its rough surface dragging across sensitive skin until his mouth surrounded her clitoris. A squeal pierced the room and her hands grabbed his head while his wet muscle fenced with her exposed button.

Jack used every oral maneuver he ever learned to take his new partner on the promised ethereal ride. Surging excitement bound Connie's body to the animal feasting on her sex. She could only see his mop of hair moving, covering the actions she felt searing her flesh. Sight was a useless sense from then on anyway; she closed her eyes and floated into a sensual fog. Jack gave her long rides and short rests, causing Connie to thrash wildly on the bed. Her vocal cries rose to a crescendo that turned the heads of Sandy and Brad and brought Cindy to the doorway to observe.

Brad was giving Sandy oral pleasures as well but he was more interested in her peaks than her valley. When his wife's orgasms broke his concentration, he rolled onto his back, put on a condom, and urged Sandy on top so he could watch her breasts flop around as she rode him. He proved to be a durable stud, holding firm as Sandy bounced to several orgasms before excitement would breech his concentration.

Jack had made sure Connie received a thorough tongue-lashing before preparing for his end game. As he stood at the nightstand opening a foil packet, Connie reached over, tenderly running her fingertips over his member. He continued stroking himself to maintain his erection while taking a position between her legs.

The sturdy legs he imagined clamping around his hips were limp as cooked noodles due to her euphoric state. Executing an alternate approach, he lifted her legs over his shoulders and scooted his knees under her ass to prop her up. Her wet gash was spread wide for him, matted pubes outlining the gaping entrance to her pink depths. Wetness coated her puffy labia and spread down onto her cheeks. The strong smell of her arousal encouraged his primordial urge to mate.

Jack guided the head of his cock to the beckoning vagina and leaned his torso down. He felt his manhood slide into the heat of her cavity. Connie moaned with pleasure, her soft sounds nearly drowned out by the copulation noises of their spouses on the bed next to them.

Looking down, soft light from the bathroom and open doorway illuminated the face of the woman he met less than an hour earlier. Her head surged against the pillow from their coital collisions. Pleasures danced across her face; her mouth contorted between smiles, silent gasps, and strained grimaces.

His orgasm developed quickly and he welcomed the successful conclusion. He grunted as he drove deep into her. Sensing his rise, her eyes opened to watch him; her hands pulled at his undulating hips to encourage him. If she orgasmed too, he didn't feel vaginal contractions from it.

Jack rolled off her and they rested side by side. He looked over and watched his wife furiously fucking Brad. He could see his sheathed cock disappearing between her labia. Brads hands were reaching up to squeeze her breasts. They came together in a loud and long manner, Sandy collapsing on top of her newest partner.

The show over, Jack rolled out of bed. He stopped to pull his condom off and toss it in the wastebasket before heading for the bathroom. Connie approached and took the washcloth from his hands. After wetting it in hot water, she lovingly washed his face then his penis. Finished cleaning her lover, she pulled his head close for a tender kiss.

"Thank you, darling. That was very intense. You are as they said, gifted. I hope we can do this again sometime."

Jack returned the favor by cleaning up Connie's copious sexcretions before they returned to the bedroom to dress. Sandy and Brad got up to take their turn in the bathroom, each stopping on the way to embrace their own spouse.

When Jack returned to the sitting room, he found Rick sampling the food offerings and Becky talking intimately with Cindy. The two obviously had some sort of short interlude as Rick wore only his boxers and Becky's hair was disheveled. Jack prepared drinks for Sandy and himself before joining Rick to graze. In short order, everyone come out to refresh and regroup.

Normal party conversations and behavior ensued among the guests except for two women. Becky had Cindy pushed against a wall, their mouths engaged in passionate kissing, and her hand shoved into the host's shorts. Bill seemed the most interested in his wife's aggressive actions while others paid little attention. He exchanged nods with his spouse when they headed for a bedroom.

Most of the partygoers made brief visits to observe the heavy lesbian action. Jack and Sandy eventually did too, but within moments, Sandy left her husband to his voyeuristic pleasure. He continued to watch Becky's aggressive cunnilingus techniques that matched his own, fascinated by her intense desire to please another woman.

Jack noticed Brad standing next to Bill, stroking his erect cock protruding from his fly as they watched the women. Brad asked Bill if he could take Becky doggie style. Bill went over and whispered to his wife. When she shifted her position and patted her ass, Brad had his answer even before Bill waved him over. Taking a condom from his pocket before dropping his shorts, he rolled it on before climbing on the bed behind Becky. He wasted little time plunging into the fray.

Connie had watched her husband join the women. Instead of choosing Bill, she knelt in front of Dave and filled her mouth with his cock. Feeling a renewed urge to find his own action, Jack turned to leave as Dave and Connie were climbing onto the large bed.

Re-entering the sitting area, Jack observed his wife in an intense lip-lock with Rick. One of his hands was under her shirt, actively kneaded her boobs. Samantha met Jack crossing the room. Putting her arms over his shoulders as she leaned against him, she gave him a seductive smile.

"You look hungry. Can I interest you in some clit smothered in my special ginger sauce?"

Although he doubted he could fuck again, he accepted her offer with a nod. Walking past the necking couple, they entered the bedroom where Jack detected the lingering scent of Connie's sex. While undressing, Jack mentioned his doubts but expressed confidence he could thoroughly please her with cunnilingus. He suggested doing sixty-nine. Samantha eagerly accepted, stating she felt up to the challenge of getting him off with her oral abilities.

Jack took up bottom position, lying diagonally for the most room. As Samantha climbed over him in the opposite direction, Jack saw Sandy enter the room with Bill and Rick. She was pulling them along, a penis in each hand. They had her shirt and bra pushed up around her neck, her breasts swaying as she moved. Jack briefly wondered if she would be spit-roasted or double penetrated although her aversion to anal probably ruled out the latter possibility.

Jack had a brief view of Samantha's reddish pubes before her vulva filled his vision. He found her slit dry and odorless, completely lacking evidence of previous sexual arousal. Dryness did not last long. He quickly had her squirming and pressing her clit into his mouth. His position also allowed him to extend his tongue deep into her vagina. Soon his face was awash in her juices.

Samantha was incredibly sensuous in the way she used her lips and tongue to worship his cock. Her warm breath and silky saliva created a luxurious haven around the sensitive glans. Blood stiffened his member as she hummed and bobbed on him.

Recognizable sounds of Sandy orgasming drew his attention to the other bed. She was on all fours, Bill's cock stretching her lips and Rick slamming against her ass.

Jack turned back to his partner. He concentrated on reading her body reactions, coaxing her to several small orgasms interwoven with periods of enjoying the pleasures she was offering. He began feeding her arousal as best he could, determined to blow her mind with his best techniques. At the same time, he felt a wonderful sensation making his cock stretch to intense tumescence. He realized he was deep in her throat and it was squeezing him.

His mouth latched onto her clit and he used his lips to massage it. He pushed the surface of his teeth against the dome and rubbed the uneven surface side-to-side. Samantha started to buck but Jack held her down against his mouth. He wiggled his tongue around her clit then slid through her slit. Finding her labia stretched wide, he pushed his tongue deep and wiggled it.

Samantha's cries, muffled by the male organ filling her mouth, were barely detectable by Jack as she clamped her thighs against his ears. Her body shook with the force of her orgasm. Fluids gushed out of her sex, running onto Jack's chest. He held his ground as long as he could, trying to outlast her climax, nearly asphyxiating himself in the process. His head jerked back to gasp for air.

The unrelenting sensation on his glans made him wonder how long she could hold him in her throat. Didn't she have to breathe? The tingle began. She was sucking his semen out by sheer power of her will. He cried out when his orgasm exploded. Her swallows milked every drop from the fire in his loins. She had proven herself up to the task.

As he rested, Jack witnessed Sandy's final orgasm. Her two partners had switched places. A string of semen drooled from her gasping mouth in front of Rick's drooping cock. Bill's head was tilted back as he grunted out his load, thrusting into her from behind. Sandy collapsed face down on the bed, exposing Bill's trembling manhood. He pulled off his condom, spilling part of his cum on her ass.



New Game in Town Ch. 06



This story series is written from a male point-of-view using a third-person narrative style to expand my writing repertoire. The series theme began being about my husband's experience with a massage therapist but has evolved to include group encounters by both of us with the woman, her husband, their niece, and eventually a Swingers Club.

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New Game in Town - Chapter 06 - Cindy and Barbie entertain Jack while Sandy meets her lover.

To demonstrate how open our marriage had become, my husband had this night of sex with these two women while I spent the same night in a hotel with a twenty-three year old lover. I wrote about my activities in "The Biker - Chapters 4 & 5."

In order to write about scenes and sex that I did not witness, I collaborated my husband's account of this experience by interviewing his two sex partners. I had group-sex with them prior to the encounter described in this chapter. Once they learned the purpose of my interview was to write an erotic story about them, they were surprisingly candid.

As a result, I am able to give a fair accounting of the women's thoughts about and reactions to having sex with my husband. I have written a moment-by-moment description of sex acts from the viewpoint of both male and female participants. I tell of a later encounter entirely from the blindfolded female's viewpoint.

With this episode, I hope to explain how an old, fat man can have younger women eager for his attention. He shows focused attention to seducing them; he exquisitely tunes foreplay to their pleasure and excitement; and he delivers profound satisfaction before taking his own gratification.

By the time I am writing this chapter, Barbie has created a Literotica account and is following my writings. I've urged her not to disclose real life information.

© SandraMustard 2015 

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Sandy had a chance encounter with her biker friend, Lance, that led to her first intercourse with him, taking place in an outdoor conservatory. He was inexperienced and ejaculated rather quickly, which left Sandy unsatisfied. Lance begged her to teach him how to be a better lover. She had some misgivings about becoming involved with a man forty years younger than her but ultimately decided to see what she could accomplish for his benefit and sheer wildness on her part.

Sandy had been in contact with her young lover over a two-week period, wanting to arrange a nightlong encounter in a more traditional setting. They agreed upon having dinner and then renting a hotel room. The final arrangement required selecting a date of convenience around both of their work schedules.

Meanwhile, Dave and Cindy invited Jack and Sandy to their place for another private swapping session only a few days in advance. When the planned swapping date became the best opportunity for Sandy to spend the night with her young biker, she backed out of the swapping arrangement. Graciously, Cindy offered to engage Jack in a night of similar debauchery. Thus began the coincidence of a husband and wife simultaneously preparing for sex with separate partners in different locations.

Jack reflected on the oddity of the situation as he drew in a lungful of pungent smoke and held it. In about an hour, he would be having sex with a younger woman, and possibly with her niece who was less than half his age. For years, he couldn't get his cock hard for intercourse with any consistency, slightly better in recent months after the introduction of a variety of new partners. Would he get it up tonight? Smoking pot usually made him horny and helped him respond to sexual stimulations.

Sitting on his front porch behind a wall of shrubbery, his exhale sent a bluish cloud swirling away to be pulled by the sea breeze into the dusky sky. He relit the bowl for another toke. Sandy had a different problem to worry about with her partner that she would meet at about the same time. The biker was so ready to go, he often finished before she started.

Jack and Sandy had traded the familiar comfort of their aging sex lives for the complicated demands of youthful expectations. Desire can be a cruel master, sometimes urging one's submissive libido toward unattainable acts. Jack acknowledged his personal limitations but intended to make the most of opportunities that came his way.

Jack put away his stuff and went back inside to say goodbye. He found Sandy drying her hair with a blow dryer. Bent over naked to dangle her tresses, her clamshell vulva presented a familiar target. He dropped his shorts and shuffled up behind her, crouching slightly until his cock pressed against her slit.

Sandy yipped in surprise then immediately pushed back against her husband while continuing to wave the hair dryer. Jack felt his cock begin to stiffen, his glans lifting firmly against her clit. They both felt desire rising for their lifelong companion; another minute of play and they might throw plans to the side and fuck each other.

Sandy straightened up. "Darlin', you make me want you so bad."

Jack put an arm across her chest, anchored with a handful of breast, while sliding his other hand down into her labial folds. Her nipple poked into palm, her vagina moistened. Her head twisted around to meet his kiss over her shoulder with an eager mouth. Jack had half a mind to bend her over the sink counter and claim his domain but released his willing wife.

"I'm glad I can win you over that easily, but it wouldn't be fair to disappoint Lance. It really turns me on to think of his cock giving you hours of sex. I want to watch you two sometime."

"He's an exhibitionist but still young. He's a little nervous about you, but I think it'll happen someday."

"Well, I'm gonna head over to see Cindy. Have fun, Babe. See you in the morning."

Jack stopped at his dresser to splash on some cologne and grabbed four condoms. Yeah, four was optimistic, but he didn't want to miss any chance for lack of coverage.

Cindy and Dave rented in the same complex, a five-minute walk away. Dave answered his knock and welcomed him in. "What's up, old man?"

"My dick. Gonna give your old lady a hard time with it."

"Sandy's playing with the big kid tonight, huh?"

"Yep. I guess she wasn't interested in your limp dick."

"Limp because I've played more holes than a golf-pro lately."

They both laughed heartily at the other's locker-room bravado as they wandered into the kitchen. Dave grabbed a beer from the refrigerator and handed it to Jack. Between gulps of brew, they talked about the recent swinger party and the rookie's thoughts on the experience. When the conversation hit a lull, Dave checked his wristwatch.

"Cindy's in the bathroom, been primping for over an hour. Why don't you go check on her?"

Dave might have been unaware of what delayed his wife or he might have had instructions to send Jack into her boudoir. No matter what the initiative, the starting bell for sex had sounded.

Soundlessly entering the bathroom, Jack found Cindy applying lotion to her lower legs. Bent over with one foot on the tub rim, her vulva peeked from between her cheeks in a manner similar how he saw his wife a short time before. Shedding his clothes in the doorway, he pulled a condom from his pocket and dropped it on the vanity as he approached her. He had to adjust his hip level with bent knees so that his cock pressed between her cheeks just as his hands grabbed her hips.

Knocked off balance, her arms flew forward to catch herself before she felt her body held against stout legs. "Dave, you almost... Oh, Jack, I didn't hear you knock."

"I'm knocking on your backdoor now."

"Ummm, I guess you are."

She bent over again and reached a hand between her legs. Her fingers twiddled on his flaccid penis and tried to press the tip into her slit. His glans turned aside like a recalcitrant toddler from a spoonful of vegetables. Knowing Jack's history of erectile dysfunction, she was not insulted by his lack of excitement in her naked presence or concerned about performance problems ahead.

Jack thought she wasn't wet enough; neither was he hard enough, so he pulled her upright. With all night to fuck, he wasn't in a particular hurry. Guiding her over to the vanity cabinet, he turned her to face him and urged her to sit on the countertop between the two sinks.

Because her nudity and playful touching didn't cause tumescence, she sensed that Jack needed to meet some resistance to arouse him for sex. She refused to comply.

"Are you playing hard to get?"

"What makes you think you can waltz into my bathroom, pull my legs open, and put your dick in me?"

"Well, because you're going to beg me to pretty soon anyway."

His boldness stifled her retort. When she realized his eyes were staring unblinking into hers, they took hypnotic hold of her attention. His head leaned in and his lips softly brushed hers. He stayed close to her face, refusing to back away. She drew backwards until she could focus on his eyes again. Feeling his intense gaze piercing through to her soul, his will took control of hers.

Jack slowly followed Cindy leaning backward until her hands griped the vanity counter for balance and her body could bend no more. Her mons pushed outward, becoming the first point his body contacted; his penis lightly touched her skin and rubbed through her pubic hair. His torso swayed millimeters above her breasts, chest hairs tickling her stiffening nipples.

His head drifted around to the side of hers, his breath puffing on her ear. Her nose detected his cologne and she drank deeply of the sweet scent. A tingle started at the back of her neck and shivered all the way down to her toes.

"Cindy, you are naked, exposed, helpless. I can feel the heat of your skin. Your body wants to be closer to me, to touch me."

As if pulled by a physical force, her hips reached forward, her chest expanded upward, and her neck stretched toward his mouth. She felt and heard her own heartbeat thumping in anticipation.

His thighs settled on hers; his cock poked firmly below her belly; his chest pressed against her breasts. He bowed his head to stitch light kisses out across her shoulder and back up her neck.

"Woman, your body excites me. Youthful beauty can be cold as stone inside. The allure of your hot passion promises a man pleasure beyond sight." His lips kissed her ear and he sighed softly. "I've tasted your treats before and they were heavenly. I want to feast on the delicacies of your sex tonight."

His deep voice resonated to her core where it stirred passion's warm glow until it spread to her sex. His words awakened desires for bonding with a man mentally as well as physically. Cindy longed to be taken into his arms a heartbeat before she felt his hands on her back pulling her upward against his chest. Her arms reached over his shoulders and folded behind his head.

Jack kissed his way across her cheek to her waiting lips. Her tongue surged into his mouth to dance with his and her body melted against his. As their kiss became energetic, his physical desire stirred. He twisted his hips to drag his swelling member against her and felt her press back.

Cindy felt his fingers sliding their way down her arms, across her hips, circling over her butt, and up her back returning to her shoulders. He repeated the swirling caresses several times, drawing goose pimples and an involuntary shiver. When one of his hands diverted over her groin and across her labia, her legs opened for the next pass that didn't come.

Jack broke his kiss away from her mouth and moved to her chin. Another slide brought his lips to the soft underside of her jaw, willingly offered when her head tilted back. Stop by stop, he worked down her throat and chest until he forcefully sucked her nipple into his mouth.

"Ahhh," Cindy sighed as she cradled his head and watched his bearded face suckle her bosom. Her breathing began to pant with pleasure. When his mouth pulled away, she was distressed until she realized his kisses had continued a relentless march down her body. Waiting for him to reach her sex was exquisite torture.

Her legs opened in welcome as his head approached. To torment her desire, he lingered longer at each step. From the top of her labial cleft, his mouth drifted over her clitoris but paused unmoving. He saw her legs tremble, smelled her arousal, and saw her labia spreading open.

His breath was tickling her sensitive nub. Why didn't he move? Her brain was screaming, 'Lick me!' In a sudden move, his mouth plunged down and his tongue punched her jewel. His hands slid under her thighs and lifted just as she arched her pelvis to grind against his mouth. Her body floated up onto the vanity while his head pushed her back until her shoulders jarred into the wall mirror. His mouth pushed aside her labia, his lips slid under the clitoral hood, and his teeth clamped around the swelling dome. 

"Oh God!" she cried out as shockwaves of pleasure fired from every nerve between her legs. She squirmed uncontrollably under his oral onslaught. When her first orgasm hit, she grabbed handfuls of his long hair to hold him against her sex.

Jack allowed her to coast down from her sexual high until she shuddered. Lifting her legs onto his shoulders, his arms reached around them so his fingers could pull her labia apart. He used his tongue to brush soothing strokes across her clit. His puckered lips grabbed and pulled her sensitive flesh.

Cindy watched the talented man taking liberties with her body, ready to submit to any sexual act he chose to initiate. He was arousing her again with an ease and pace that astounded her. She could see the techniques he used that were sending bolts of electricity through her body to her brain. When his tongue slid through her slit, snaked deep into her vagina, and wiggled sharply, her orgasm went off like a bomb.

Jack felt her vagina convulse violently. Her legs squeezed his head, covering his ears, muffling her cries. He looked up at her facial contortions as he continued to probe her cavity. Her eyes squeezed closed, her head lolled to the side, and her mouth opened in an orgasmic oval. When her hips lifted up against his head, he slid his hands to the small of her back and supported her ass in the crook of his arms.

Just when she thought her orgasm had reached its apex, his mouth moved back to her clit. Pressing firmly and shaking rapidly, his lips, teeth, and tongue abused her clit. His attack ignited the second stage of her orgasm rocket. Her hands clutched his hair tightly as her head bent down and strained toward him; her lips grimaced over clenched teeth as spasming muscles forced a screeching wail from her lungs.

Jack rode her bucking hips like an experienced rodeo star, staying locked on her sex. Copious fluids flooded out on his chin and ran down his neck. He felt her body go limp. Her hands released his hair and her legs fell away. He held his mouth softly on her clit.

Cindy strained with every fiber in her body until sensations numbed into oblivion. She floated in a warm glow of bliss for unmeasurable time. When reality drifted back into her conscious thought, she wanted culmination.

"Jack, please fuck me."

Her closed eyes didn't see him smile about his conquest. He rose and put on the condom he had left on the vanity. Putting her legs on his shoulders, her vaginal opening gaped before his turgid tool. Leaning forward, he slid easily into her moist depths.

Cindy felt her vagina stretching to accommodate his thick cock filling her and she sighed. He was a comfortable and satisfying size. His fucking motion was smooth and deliberate, allowing her to enjoy the sensations he created inside her. It didn't take his patient pace long to build another orgasm for her, then another. The shift of his breathing and his facial expression told her he was finally chasing his own orgasm.

The sleeve of womanhood surrounding his cock took hold of his senses. Bathed by warmth, squeezed by soft pressure, his cock gliding in and out started the tingle in his gut that traveled up his spine. Excitement spread outward to his extremities. He pushed harder. His groin began to bang against her labia. His hips rocked faster; unable to hold back, his orgasm took control of his muscles.

Cindy watched Jack reach nirvana. She read the bliss on his face; felt his pulsing organ inside her body. She would gladly have let him take her bareback for the intimate experience she shares with only a few men, but she knew his choice to be covered at all times kept that special something for his wife only. What she accepted in its stead was lingering repose with his cock deep inside her.

"Well Sweetie, I sure got your A-game that time. I just knew you had that in you from the first time we talked at the pool."

"Thanks, Cindy. It took some real patience on your part."

"I've gained some insight about quality versus quantity over the years. Dave has always been a wonderful lover to measure other men by. You're right with him at the top of my list. I can imagine what Sandy has enjoyed all these years."

They shared a tender kiss and then Jack withdrew. Cindy moved quickly to kneel in front of him. "Allow me. This is my reward." She pulled his condom off and slowly washed away his semen with her tongue. When she had finished, she told him, "I wanted to show you how much I like your cum because it comes from inside you, the part of your excitement I get to keep."

She lifted her robe off a clothing hook behind the door, at the same time urging him out of the bathroom. Cindy paused to cover herself with the robe against the air-conditioned chill of the bedroom; Jack picked up his clothes and tossed them over a chair, preferring to remain naked in the coolness.

When she crawled onto the bed, he laid down next to her. She rolled onto her side, half her robe falling away to reveal her skin, nipple to toes. She placed a hand on his chest and her fingers drew circles on his hairy pectorals as they talked.

"So, you like the taste of cum?"

"Yes. Well, sort of, but you missed my point. I do swallow a fair amount of cum but I see a lot more of it that I don't swallow. I take pride in pleasing men; semen is the proof I accomplished my goal. In my line of work, the stuff is spurting everywhere. Your basic happy ending handjob - come on your belly is the most common. For bigger tips, I let them shoot it on my tits or face. I suck many regulars for the money and swallow for the right price.

"Then there are guys I  want to suck or fuck. It's about my pleasure and no payment beyond a cum deposit is required. Because you're a special man, I'd like you to leave your sperm inside my vagina but I know you never will. It's really awesome the way you and Sandy honor each other while you play."

"Neither of us needs to worry about making babies and disease prevention is moot if we're doing oral. It's more a way to label our sex as recreational."

"That's what I mean. I really respect you for having that commitment."

Their conversation shifted to personal backgrounds with a high concentration on sexual experiences. They discovered a common interest in exhibitionism, which began with a mention of the first time that Jack saw Cindy expose herself at the pool. She was amused that he saw her intentions so clearly and enjoyed his recounting of similar swimsuit and up-shorts peeks he had given.

Dave wasn't shy about being seen naked but didn't purposely expose his cock as Jack did. On the other hand, he enjoyed watching Cindy do it and seeing the reactions of men who saw her. He wasn't fooled by Jack's nonchalance, even predicting he would make a move on Cindy.

Jack asked about her concerns for safety when she flashed without Dave around. Because she had sex with other men throughout her marriage, it wasn't an undesirable outcome. Jack spoke of usually standing guard for Sandy because she didn't want to go beyond flashing until recently. Jack admitted he had been propositioned by women as a result of his exposures but always declined sex.




New Game in Town Ch. 06



Cindy asked Jack to elaborate on Sandy's flashing. As he told the story of her first true exhibition experience masturbating on the hotel balcony, Cindy prompted him for more and more details. She rolled over further, positioning her sex on Jack's hand. As her fingered her, she stroked his cock. Excitement flooded her and stiffened him.

Cindy swung around and took his cock into her mouth. With a little urging from his hands, she scooted on top of him and opened her pussy in front of his face. She felt his tongue working its magic as she took him into her throat.

They traded focus on stimulations. Jack brought her through several orgasms while she managed to coax him to full hardness repeatedly but never tipped him over the edge until she decided to take away the distraction of her body.

Climbing around between his legs, she worked his cock with every technique she knew. She discovered he liked it most when her tongue flicked under the ridge of his glans. After spitting on her fingers, she pushed her hand between his cheeks and teased her middle finger into his ass. He groaned and lifted his hips.

She held her head in place so that he drove his cock into her throat and she moaned to show her pleasure. When he fell back, she twisted her head around, licking and pressing her lips around his glans. Pushing her finger into him again caused another, stronger reaction. She repeated the cycle with increasing energy until he grabbed her head as he fucked her mouth.

Jack felt the burning tingle fill his loins and blast through his cock. Cindy squealed with joy as each spurt filled her mouth. He felt her mouth squeeze him as she swallowed. When his hips fell back fatigued, her unmoving mouth held his cock gently as he enjoyed his passion ebbing.

After lying quietly reposed for nearly thirty minutes, they dressed and left the bedroom seeking refreshments. Barbie had come home and was sitting on the couch watching television with Dave. When she saw Jack, she jumped up and rushed into his arms for an energetic hug and stirring kiss.

"Do you have any left for me, Daddy?"

"Not right now, Cindy sucked the life out of me, I'm afraid."

"Well, sit down and rest then. I'll feed you something to get your energy up. Would you like a beer?"

After deciding on sweet tea instead, he waited on the sofa. Meanwhile, Cindy had brought beers for her and Dave before cuddling in her husband's lap on a recliner. Barbie soon returned with a plate of fruits and cheeses and began feeding Jack by hand, occasionally putting a grape between her lips and passing it to his mouth with a kiss.

The conversation drifted among several topics including the next swinger party on New Year's Eve. Jack mentioned that Sandy had an idea to invite her biker lover to a party soon. Dave and Cindy said they would prefer to meet the young man first. Because of his age and inexperience, most club members would object to him attending stag; he'd have to come with a female partner or with Sandy instead of Jack to a smaller party.

Dave asked, "You don't drink much beer, do you?"

"I don't drink much period. I'll have a margarita at a sports bar or a bourbon and coke. I just never liked beer much. I have one or two drinks maybe three times a month but I smoke pot every day when I have it. Sandy joins me a couple of times a week when she doesn't have to work and we want to get frisky. We have our most intense sex after smoking. How often do you toke?"

"Not since we moved, but we used to every now and then with friends. I know what you mean about having sex when you're high."

"Well, how about y'all walking back to my place and getting stoned with me?"

Twenty minutes later, they were in Jack's garage passing around his small bowl. As their high developed, Barbie was all over Jack, kissing him, rubbing her body on him, trying to arouse him for sex. Dave and Cindy were affectionate as well and after a whispered exchange, announced they were headed back home to play.

Jack gave Barbie a tour of his place and when she saw the two-person, jetted tub in the master bathroom, she suggested they try it out. Within minutes, mountains of luxurious foam filled the tub. As she stretched out on top of him to one side, her mouth engaged his with passionate kisses. Slippery bodies and exploring hands made for playful games; her bald vulva humped on his thigh while her hand played with his cock.

She was patient yet determined, but failed to arouse Jack's slack member. After lengthy bath play, they toweled off and moved to the bed. For another fifteen minutes, Barbie used her mouth, trying to awaken his cock, still to no avail. Jack was afraid Barbie would get frustrated while his embarrassment over his dysfunction grew to annoyance that she wouldn't accept reality.

She was obviously horny and wanting sex. To avoid catastrophic failure, he had to shift the focus from him to her. Because they were in his bedroom where Jack and his wife kept their sex toys, he finally had an idea how to give Barbie a unique experience and satisfy all her desires.

"Honey, let me take over now. I have some things to help me that should drive you wild but first, I need to get you properly prepared."

Barbie knew Jack had erectile problems but also knew firsthand how good sex with him could be. She had been unwilling to believe perseverance would not win out eventually, yet was grateful when he offered to take control. Submission meant she didn't have to admit her powers of seduction were fallible.

She complied when he directed her to lie on her back on one side of the bed, her arms and legs spread-eagled. Jack opened a drawer on the nightstand and pulled out several straps. Curiosity tickled her thoughts as he snapped an elastic cuff around her wrist. When he pulled something from behind her head and cinched the strap securely, a twinge of apprehension shivered through her.

"Oh, Daddy, I'll let you do anything you want to me. You don't have to tie me up."

As he bound her other arm, he told her, "You introduced me to strap-on sex at the spa. Now it is my turn to show you something new. Do you trust me?"

Barbie realized she could not move her arms. Jack slid a blindfold over her head. Genuine fear released a surge of adrenaline; her heart raced, her muscles tensed as she contemplated kicking and thrashing.

She cried out, "Please don't hurt me!"

Jack leaned down to speak softly. "Your safe word is coffee. Say that word anytime and I will stop immediately."

He saw the tension in her body disappear. As he put cuffs on her ankles and secured the straps to buckled straps permanently attached to the bedframe, he told Barbie about his purpose.

"I promise I won't inflict any pain. I'm not into sadism. This is about pleasure through restraint and helpless submission. Depriving you of sight will heighten your other senses. I will touch you with things, put things on you and in you. I will play mind games to confuse you. Your imagination will exaggerate what is happening in an erotic way if you trust me completely."

In her pot-induced euphoric state of mind, she had trouble identifying reality from fantasy. Believing that Jack was honest about his intentions and worthy of her trust, she was willing to submit to his erotic game. She listened to his movements, trying to discern what he was doing from sounds alone. He rummaged in the drawer next to her head and dropped several items on the bed near her legs.

He told her he was going to the kitchen to get some 'things' and left the bedroom. When she heard him talking, she strained to hear his words but his voice was too low to make out anything more than disconnected words and bursts of laughter. When he returned to the room, she heard him setting more things down on the bed.

"Who were you talking to?"

"I made a phone call."

"At this hour? To who?"

"No more questions," he said sharply.

Something touched her ankle, then darted quickly up her shin and was gone. More flitting touches at distant locations of her body made her wait anxiously, trying to guess where the next contact would be. No contact lasted long enough to identify the object. Suddenly, there were two objects, one light, one heavy. Touches that began on her extremities became bold forays across her breasts and mons pubis.

He introduced more objects including a maddeningly ticklish feather. Something wet moved across her skin leaving a moist trail. When his hand rested on her belly, something seemed to crawl away. When it headed for her sex, she squirmed, unable to close her legs. Jack's fingers assisted by spreading her labia and she felt the object slide into her vagina. It stopped, partially in, some part hanging out.

Barbie was about to speak when something dribbled on her breast. She felt Jack's tongue smear it around her nipple. When his mouth came to hers for a kiss, she knew it was chocolate syrup. Just as his lips returned to her breast, the sex dweller buzzed inside her briefly, causing her to shriek. Jack's nipple sucking continued, ignoring her reaction, oblivious to the object's action.

The bee-like buzz came again, longer this time. Despite the shock of surprise, the sensation aroused her. Another buzzing vibration electrified her vagina. She wanted each pulse that followed, anticipating them, climbing each step closer to her climax. When the next buzz didn't come and the lull dragged on, her impatience grew desperate.

"More, Daddy, don't stop."

Jack's mouth became more energetic on her teat and his hand roughly squeezed her.

"No, the other thing. Give me the bees."

Jack's mouth lifted away. A heavy dollop of something settled on her chest, another on her lips. She tasted the unmistakable fruity sweetness of honey. His mouth was once again ravaging her nipple.

"Daddieeee ..." Her frustrated wail ended abruptly when the exquisite vibrations returned, this time in unending staccato blips. She could feel the object sliding into her vagina, her Kegel contractions pulling it deeper until her labia closed over the end. Jack stopped touching her breast and she suddenly felt alone with the mechanical cock. Deep inside her, the vibrations continued like electrical shocks, burning into her vaginal sweet-spot until she couldn't stop the flood of her orgasm.

Her back arched until her hips levitated off the bed; her body quivered with the effort. Barbie felt herself floating on mystical orgasmic waves, her vulva reaching for an invisible lover, whose incredible penis burrowed deeper, threatening to consume her flesh. The bzz-bzz-bzz changed to a stronger, prolonged vibration and then suddenly stopped, catapulting her into a weightless freefall.

As the warm rush of her orgasm faded, her mind struggled to establish up from down. Her muscles remained locked in anticipation of landing, until shuddering from fatigue, they released and she crashed onto the bed. Her gasping breath roared in her ears; beads of perspiration trickled from her forehead and seeped into her hair. As she regained awareness, she felt wetness leaking from her sex, oozing over her perineum and between her cheeks.

"Oh, Daddy, that was incredible." He didn't answer. "Daddy?"

She couldn't sense if he was near. Where could he have gone? She waited, holding her breath, listening...

"Yi-eee!" Barbie jerked against her restraints when something touched her toes.

It began to move across the top of her foot and up her leg, spreading from a single small point to many small points. They swarmed and circled, venturing down the outside then over to the inside of her leg. She trembled as they came up her inner thigh toward her sex. Feeling relieved when they swerved across her hip, she mentally tracked them onto her belly where they stopped.

They seemed to mill about, and then inch tentatively back toward her sex. Barbie raised her head as if she could see an army of little men on her stomach. She found herself talking to them.

"No, don't go down there. There's something inside me. Leave it alone."

The disobedient brats set off to see for themselves. They were swarming over her vulva when something firm pressed against her clit and then tried to pry through her labia. An angry buzz inside her made her jerk, causing the army to withdraw quickly.

"See? Don't get him riled, I can't take another... No! Please!"

Her head fell back in resignation as the swarm advanced again and a conflict ensued. She was helpless as the battle raged for control of her vagina with another orgasm becoming a byproduct of the war. She rested as best she could when a truce prevailed and the attackers disappeared.

Her rest was fleeting. She heard a text-message ping on a cellphone in the other room. She begged Jack not to leave her but he said he was expecting an important message. Within seconds of his departure, the bee in her box tormented her. In between several prolonged shocks, she tried to hear Jack's conversation. The unmistakable sound of the front door closing terrified her. Did he leave? Then she heard voices. Two? Three? Whom did he invite in while she remained naked, bound to his bed?

A strange, gravelly voice spoke from the doorway, "Wow."

She imagined a hairy, burly guy staring at her open gash. She felt helpless, humiliated, ... horny. The bee chose that moment to buzz her unceasingly. Her body started shaking.

A squeaky voice asked, "Is she having a seizure?"

Jack answered, "An orgasm. Watch."

For a moment, she wanted to defy them, wanted to prevent her orgasm, but she wasn't in control, the buzzer was. The focus of the vibrations seemed to be on top of her G-spot. Not only did she orgasm in less than a minute while shamelessly exposed to strangers, her oozing fluids dramatically displayed her arousal.

"Can we fuck her?" squeaky asked.

"If I can get the BumbleBee out of her," Jack advised.

Barbie felt fingers spreading her labia and others digging into her vagina. She was apprehensive about his searching.

"Damn, it's deep. I hope it didn't slip into her uterus. I might have to take her to the emergency room."

His words sent a chill up her spine; how would they explain things to the doctors? Suddenly, he bumped into the bee and it buzzed a warning. She warned him to be careful, anxious to be rid of the tormentor, afraid her vagina would never be the same.

He was pushing his fist into her, all his fingers working to surround the bee. When they grabbed hold, the bee buzzed angrily.

"Ouch! The fucker is stinging me!"

She hadn't considered that reaction. Now, she lay motionless, waiting for a fiery lance of pain to strike her tender tissue. Thankfully, she felt his hand withdraw without incident although she could hear its buzzing complaint. He dropped it on the bed next to her. Several slaps ended the buzzing. She hardly had time to enjoy her relief.

"Who goes first?" gravelly asked.

Jack declared, "Rock paper scissors."

Hearing three slaps, her fate was determined. The outcome became obvious, but what did it portend?

Squeaky whined, "Aw, you'll ruin her for me."

Gravelly chuckled. "You can have her mouth, little man."

After some sort of preparation, somebody crawled between her legs. Something firm pressed against her labia. He was big, spreading her already gaping vagina lips. Despite substantial pushing, he couldn't get much more than the head into her. Another cock plopped against her face then quickly withdrew.

"Gimme some of that lube," gravelly said as the cock pulled out of her.

A moment later, he was forcing his axe handle-sized member into her again. Squeaky's cock again tried to get oral attention, but not wanting the distraction, she turned her head aside repeatedly until he gave up.

Barbie took deep breaths with each surge, her vagina painfully stretching as he slowly worked his way in, inch by inch. When he reached the end of her cavity, his pelvis wasn't yet touching her. Just how massive was he? She was grateful for the blindfold so she couldn't see what was assaulting her sex.

Whoever wielded that cock knew how to fuck without abusing her. He developed a smooth rhythm with controlled thrusts that didn't tear through her back end. The significant girth of his member rubbed her G-spot perfectly and she experienced two incredibly powerful orgasms back to back. Despite continued thrusting by the big penis, exhaustion pulled the plug on her consciousness.

Jack saw Barbie go limp and checked her pulse. Assured by her light breathing, he withdrew his hollow penis-extender from her. He unsnapped the harness and pulled it away from his body. His partially flaccid cock slid out and hung heavy; he had never gotten completely hard; never orgasmed with her.

He removed her bindings, pulled her legs together, and put her arms at her sides. Drawing a light comforter over her, he lightly kissed her lips. She moaned and rolled onto her side.

Jack set about cleaning and disinfecting the penis-extender, the dildo for Sandy's strap-on, and the remote controlled vibrator. He put all the toys and straps back in the nightstand drawer, then returned the foodstuffs to the refrigerator.

When he had finished cleaning up after their private party, he crawled into his bed next to Barbie. He looked at the young sleeping beauty and wondered what she would remember about this night. He wondered if Sandy was awake and if she was having good sex. He closed his eyes and fell asleep.

* * * * *

Jack awoke as Barbie was rolling a condom onto his erect cock. The windows were still dark but the open bathroom door lit the room. He couldn't see his alarm clock but time of day or night didn't matter, she was interested in servicing his nocturnal woodie.

As she settled down on him, she winced. "Ooh, you almost killed me with that thing last night."

He pretended innocence. "What thing?"

"You can't bullshit me. I found your toys. You're big enough without that monster over you."

"But when I can't get hard, it services my women quite well. Did I do okay for you."

"You fucked the shit out me is what you did. You had me going with all that stuff and the phone calls. There wasn't really anybody else here, was there?"

In a gravelly voice, he said, "Just me. I spoke to my closed phone. I set an alarm." Then his squeaky voice said, "I never got to fuck you." In his normal voice he added, "I'm surprised I'm not tied up and blindfolded."

"I'll get even for last night another time. Right now, I just want a straight up fuck with my sexy daddy."

She fell onto his chest as she pushed back against his thrusting hips. His firm, fat phallus pumped her arousal. Her warm haven caressed him with delicious pressure. She was moaning and encouraging him, her vaginal squeezes coaxing his orgasm.

"I love your big fat cock fucking me. Oh Daddy, you feel so good. Oh... Oh... Daddy, you're getting me again. Oh, FUCK YEAH!"

Her convulsing body drew the fire from his loins. His orgasm surged warmly throughout his body and burned through his cock pushed deep inside her. He felt the wonderful gushing sensation as he held her tightly against his hips. Three orgasms; it had been an extra good night for him.

Jack rested as Barbie cleaned up and dressed. She was headed back home and eventually to work. He removed his filled condom and dropped it on the floor. A glance at his alarm clock told him it was quarter to six. His head hit the pillow and he never heard Barbie let herself out.