1 comments/ 24216 views/ 14 favorites The Medb Wine Club Pt. 01 By: tdallyn Barbara's text message came across my cell phone just as I was getting ready to leave work. It said, "Don't forget about the wine tasting tonight." "Damn," I said out loud. I had indeed completely forgotten about it. I'd learned about it a few weeks earlier when we were both in our kitchen at home on our computers. I was in the middle of doing something important on-line when my wife Barbara asked if I was interested in going to a wine tasting that she'd gotten an email invite to. I was concentrating on what I was doing and said, "Sure. If it works with the calendar, let's do it." Barbara kept on talking while I remained focused. "I've haven't heard of these people, but it looks interesting, different. I've never seen an offer like this before." "If it looks good to you, I'm sure it will be fun." I replied still typing away at the computer. "It's being held at some kind of day spa," she said. "Hmmm," I answered, not really paying attention. "The email said it was a private event, by invite only. I wonder how I got it," she went on. "Don't know," I was almost finished. "Our schedule is open, and if you say so, we'll go." Barbara said. "Ok," I answered distractedly. "There. Done." I heard her click the mouse, obviously sending a reply to the electronic invite. At the same time I finished what I was doing, ended my on-line session, and closed my laptop. "Let me see what you got." Barbara rotated her computer to face me so that I could see the invitation. Beautiful, cursive font floated over a satiny red and undulating background. It read: You and your special guest are invited to a Medb Wine Club wine tasting. This is a very exclusive, private event, for highly select invitees only. We are looking forward to your participation and hope that you will be able to come. RSVP via the link below. Savoir a selection of mouth watering red and white wines. Each luscious one has been chosen to delight you and arouse your senses. There will be light hors d'oeuvres paired with each wine, enough to satisfy, but not slow you down. Delectable entertainment is, as always available, for your pleasure. The guest list has been refined taking into account everyone's appetites and preferences. It promises to be an enchanting evening of indulgence. Dress - As you feel most comfortable Time - 7:00 pm Location - Minji's RSVP The RSVP link was in blue, and below that was additional text in a plain typeface. The address of Minji's Ta Diseu Day Spa is on Google Maps or Mapquest. Hope to see you there. "That's an unusual invitation," I said. "That's what I said. You weren't listening were you?" Barbara huffed. I chose to ignore her very accurate accusation. "I didn't see any price on this. I hope it's not too expensive." "I didn't even notice that," Barbara said. "I'm not the only one who wasn't paying attention," I poked her playfully in the ribs. "The way the whole thing is worded, it's as if it's addressed to people who already know about this Medb Club thing. The line at the bottom, describing where 'Minji's' is looks like it's been added on to what otherwise is probably a group email." "Yeah, I see what you mean. Weird," my wife said. There was something about the wording of the invitation that also seemed odd to me too. I couldn't put my finger on it, but I'd never read any type of advertisement for a wine tasting quite like that. It was as if there was more to the event than what it seemed; something that only those who were part of the "club" knew about. A prickle ran up my spine. "Let's go any way," Barbara said. "Something tells me it's going to really be special. Besides it's just a wine tasting." Another tingle ran up my spine when she said that. Weeks went by and as busy as we both were, neither one of us talked any more about it. In fact, I'd obviously forgotten about it completely and if Barbara hadn't sent me the text reminder, I would have gone to the gym like I usually do for some after work exercise. Barbara and I have been married for a number of years and our first date had been at the gym. Regular exercise and fitness are part of our lives. Our friends often commented how we looked substantially younger than our over 40 year-old selves. We lead very active, on-the-go lives, traveling, hiking, horseback riding, being outdoors, all possible because we are healthy and strong. That vigor also enhances our sex life together. As much as we like to explore the world around us, we also explore and experiment with our world of physical pleasure. There wasn't much that we hadn't tried and enjoyed. The running joke between us was: if it doesn't land us in jail or in the ER, we'll try it ... and we had. Barbara's text reminder about the wine tasting made me drop the gym bag full of workout clothes I'd picked up. I stuffed it back under my desk to use another day and scooped up my car keys at the same time I lifted my cell phone. "On my way home now. Be there soon," I texted back to her. My phone chimed seconds later as Barbara's reply came through. "You forgot, didn't you?" My wife can read me like a book. I had no secrets with her and that is one of the things I absolutely love about our relationship; we are one-hundred percent open with each other. I trust her completely, and never worry that my faults, hang-ups or even my kinks will lessen our deep connection with each other. As much as I trust her with my feelings, she can also trust me with hers. Despite Barbara's petite size, she is very big woman on the inside. Her emotions and passions run very deep. She is strong both physically and spiritually; a leader and not one afraid to act the part. Unlike some of my male friends, I do not find her strength threatening in any way. I love it when she reveals her intense passions. And when she chooses to act out her more domme tendencies and kinks with me, I not only let her, but encourage her. So I knew there was no point denying Barbara's allegation. "Yep," I typed back. My phone chimed immediately. "Bad boy! I might just have to punish you a bit for that later." I smirked at her mischievous taunt. "Promises promises." As I began walking to my car I felt a stirring in my loins. Ding, my phone buzzed again. "I'm getting all ready for you...bad boy" What had been a faint stirring, rapidly progressed as blood rushed to my groin. My cock began to grow. My fingers flew over the phone's keyboard as I typed my reply. "Do tell." I'd gotten to my car and was glad to slide inside so I could readjust my swelling cock without everyone else in the parking lot seeing me do so. Barbara's reply came a bit slower. "I'm pulling the purple g-string you love up my trembling legs. It barely covers my smooth, pussy. Oh dear, I'm getting wet and that tiny bit of satiny fabric is sliding between my swollen and aching pussy lips." I groaned. Barbara's teasing was having exactly the effect on me that I knew she wanted. I was at full mast, my cock straining against my pants. I shifted in the car seat, trying to find a comfortable position that I knew wasn't going to be possible. My phone chimed with another text from my wife. "I've tried on three different bras, but none of them cover my throbbing, hard nipples. I guess that I shouldn't have pulled and tugged on them so much. But I was getting all hot and bothered thinking about how I was going to punish you. I just couldn't help myself." A vision of her rigid nipples crowning her 34 DD breasts flooded my mind. I reached for the zipper of my pants, intending to free my aching rod. Another text arrived. "I know you're just dying to stroke that glorious dick of yours thinking about how turned on and hot I am and how badly I want to mount you, slide my hot wet pussy down your aching pole. Feel free to please yourself, caress your rolling balls, wrap your fingers around your hard shaft, jerk yourself and moan in the privacy of your car." Like I said, she can read me like a book. "But don't you dare cum. I want all of that for myself, every last drop!" I groaned out loud and took my hand away from my pants. I knew that if I began touching myself thinking about my sexy wife, that I'd probably not be able to stop short of an orgasm. I turned the ignition and started the engine. My phone chimed yet again. "Poor boy. I'll bet your bursting with frustration. Your cock is probably aching, throbbing, tenting your pants the way I love. You'd probably like to jerk off and shoot your load, your glorious cum splashing out of that hard dick. But you know what I want don't you? And I know that you'll give your hot, wet wife what she wants...Won't you?" I twisted in my seat desperate to find some kind of semi-comfortable position. "Won't you?" The words flashed across my phone's screen. "Hell yes!" I texted back then silenced my phone. I knew that I'd never get out of the parking deck if I didn't stop reading my wife's erotic taunts. I carefully buckled the seatbelt across the bulge in my lap, and dropped the car in gear. Images of my amazing wife dressed as she'd described filled my head on the drive back home. I don't remember exactly how I got there, but my fantasies along the way were great. "Up here," Barbara called to me as I came in from the garage. "Still getting ready." It takes me about thirty to forty minutes to get home from work and Barbara is not one to dawdle over anything. I couldn't understand how she could still be getting her clothes on. I walked into our bedroom. Barbara was sitting on the edge of the bed. The drawer of her bedside table where we keep our sex toys hung partly open. She had a smirk on her face. "I had a bit of a problem that I really had to take care of. So it took me a little longer than I expected," she said. "Would you please hang these up to dry before you put them in the hamper." Barbara handed me several pair of underwear. They were all wet and the aroma of her sex wafted powerfully upward from the lingerie. I rubbed the damp fabric between my fingers enjoying the feel. "I can tell that you had a 'problem'. I hope that you were able to solve it," I said. Barbara closed the nightstand drawer. "Well, I took care of the immediate crisis, but it's going to take a lot more than latex and batteries to really solve it." She stood up and smoothed her skirt down. "I'm counting on your help with that later on." "More than happy to help one in need," I quipped back. "You should know that thanks to you, I'm completely out of clean undies. I'm going to have go without tonight. I hope that won't be a problem for you." Barbara brushed past me as she headed toward our bathroom. She rubbed the bulge in my pants that had begun growing again as I thought about my wife's naked pussy under her skirt and her obvious masturbatory release before I'd gotten home. "Thanks to me?!" I protested. "You were the one sexting me." "I didn't say it was your fault. I just said I was going to blame you." Barbara began putting on her makeup. She leaned over the counter to the mirror above the sink. As she did, her skirt pulled across her tight butt and she wiggled it back and forth enticingly. "Besides, if you hadn't been a bad boy, I wouldn't have had to think about punishing you, and I wouldn't have gotten all worked up." "Oh, I see now." "Good. I'm glad you see it my way. Who knows what I would have had to do otherwise." She glanced over at me and licked her lips. Barbara was clearly in a lusty mood, just the kind I loved. Her passion was running very high and past experience told me that our night was going to be filled with some wild sex. I was regretting the wine tasting that we'd committed to. "You know," I began. "We can skip the wine event if you'd like. I'm sure that we can find something else to do instead." I stroked my hands across her hips and over her butt. I could feel that she was naked under her skirt. "No way." Barbara said. "There are luscious reds and whites to consume. And the invite promised that our evening would be filled with indulgence. I don't want to miss out on any of that." She rocked her butt back into my hand and wiggled it again. "I picked out what I want you to wear tonight. It matches my outfit and my appetite." My heart skipped a beat. Early in our sexual relationship together, Barbara had gotten rid of most of my boxer shorts and replaced them with low cut bikini briefs. "They enhance the package," Barbara had said. I did like wearing them, especially because doing so kept me thinking about the fantastic sex life that we had. She had also encouraged me to trim back my pubic hair, and I'd eventually stripped it all off so that my cock and balls were completely bare. The combination of bare skin and skimpy underwear was a heady mixture that I'd come to really enjoy. Barbara had also purchased what she called special underwear for me, from an on-line site. The g-strings, thongs, slings and c-ring cock socks were very accurately described them as "maximum exposure". All of them felt great on my bare skin and when I wore them kept me in a state of near constant arousal. When she said that she'd picked out my clothes, I knew that I'd be wearing some of that exotic underwear. My cock began to stiffen. It was going to feel like an eternity at that wine tasting with me wearing a snug cock sock or thong knowing that Barbara's bare pussy would be just out of reach under her skirt. I could only hope that the wine tasting would be over quickly. "I don't care what else you put on. Just be sure that you wear what I set out for you," Barbara said as I entered our walk-in closet to change. As I'd anticipated, laying on top of my dresser was a tiny bit of thin, black fabric. I remembered that the on-line catalogue called it an "extreme c-ring sock". It was a sleeve of translucent fabric that fit snugly over my cock and cradled my balls and was held in place by a narrow elastic waistband. There was nothing else to it. The material was sturdy enough to pull my "goods" forward so that they pressed against whatever pants I'd wear. Thankfully it was also stretchy so that the hardon that I'd knew was inevitable had plenty of room. The resulting bulge in my slacks would be obvious to everyone. When Barbara was in the kind of mood she was that night, she enjoyed showing me off like that. I pulled on the underwear and fitted the fabric over my cock. I moaned softly. I knew that it was going to be a very long wine tasting. Barbara must have heard me. "No problems I hope," she called out. "Come on out here and let me check you." I exited the closet and took a step toward my wife. "Very nice," she said. "But I like it even better like this." Barbara began rubbing me through the thin fabric until my cock stood out, fully erect. "That's better. Wear those tight jeans that I like. I'll be able to really enjoy this look with you in those," she emphasized the word "this" as she patted my hardon. There was no way I was going to disappoint her, so I pulled on the pants she requested and topped it with a collared shirt. Barbara had completed her makeup just while I'd finished getting dressed. "All set?" she asked. I nodded. I could feel the snug underwear gripping my cock and rubbing against me with each step I took. The bulge in my jeans was clearly visible, exactly as I was sure Barbara wanted. "Let's go then." Barbara picked up the keys to her late model Dodge Charger. "I'm driving," she announced. "Gonna drive my hot rod now, and I'm gonna drive my other hot rod later." She grabbed at me as she moved past me on her way out the door. The drive to the day spa took longer than I thought, even using the GPS in Barbara's car. We ran into a lot of traffic. "We're going to be late," Barbara lamented. "I hope that we don't miss too much." "These things never start on time anyway," I said. "We'll just slide into the back of the room where nobody will notice us. Remember what happened the last time we wound up at the back of the room for a wine tasting?" I was referring to the time that Barbara, who had been in a similarly randy mood, and I secretly masturbated each other to orgasm under the cover of long table clothes during a particularly boring wine tasting. Barbara smiled with a lustful grin. "I certainly do." She reached over and rubbed at the lump in my pants. "Maybe this wine event will be as boring as that one and we can make our own excitement." For some reason, a chill ran up my spine when she said that. "I don't know," I replied as she rubbed on me. "There's something about this whole invitation that has me wondering." "What do you mean," Barbara let go of me and put both hands on the wheel as she expertly weaved the high power car through traffic trying to make up time on our way across town. "I don't know. It's just a weird feeling," I began. "First of all, you get this anonymous email invite to a 'private' party hosted by some wine club that neither of us have ever heard of. " Barbara nodded in agreement, but kept her focus on the road and the crazed drivers all around us. "Then there's the wording of the invitation, hors d'oeuvres that won't 'slow us down', 'delectable entertainment'. What's all that mean, and who ever heard of entertainment at a wine tasting? It's also obvious that it was a group email sent out to the members of the wine club, which we are not. What kind of name is 'Medb', someone's initials smashed together? And the way that that last line of the email was in a different font made it seem personal, as if it was added on just for you." I unfolded the invitation that she had printed out and brought with us. I had suggested that we might need it as the entrance ticket to the private tasting. "What do you think about that last part: 'The guest list has been refined taking into account everyone's appetites and preferences. It promises to be an enchanting evening of indulgence.'?" "I don't know. I agree it's strange wording, but I think that you're reading into it too much. It's just a wine tasting." "You're probably right. I've been watching too many of those crime shows on TV, I guess." "Yeah. It's not like we're going to get drugged and kidnapped by some crazy international cartel and sold into sex slavery only to be rescued by a knife-wielding Liam Neeson," Barbara quipped. "Oooh. A sex cartel. That might be fun." We both laughed, but I still felt on edge. "You have arrived at your destination," the GPS announced as we pulled into a nondescript strip mall. "What was the name of the place?" Barbara asked. I looked at the print out, " Ta Diseu Day Spa. Whatever that means." "There it is," we said in unison spotting the plain storefront about halfway down the row of businesses. "Doesn't look like much," I said with an edge in my voice. "Would you just relax," my wife chided me. "Listen, if it turns out to be something creepy, or we hate it, we'll just leave. Besides I'm not planning on spending much time here tasting wine. I want to get home and put other things in my mouth," she added and stroked hard over the front of my jeans. Blood began flowing into my penis at both her touch and the thought of what awaited me as soon as we got home. "We might not make it home before you do," I teased back. I had no idea how prescient that statement was. Barbara parked the car next to a row of others that were pulled up directly in front of the spa. "It looks closed," she said as we got out and began walking to the front door. The windows of the spa were opaqued with some kind of industrial coating so that we couldn't see in. There was no way to tell if the lights inside were on or off. The name of the establishment stretched across the front glass in ten inch tall letters lit with colored LED lights. It was somehow cheerful, yet refined, while the rest of the building looked just plain drab. The front door had the hours of operation posted and below it was the statement, "Appointments encouraged, but walk-ins always welcome as our schedule allows." Next to that was a hand printed sign that was taped to the glass; "Closed for private party." The Medb Wine Club Pt. 01 "The invite did say it was a restricted event." I reached for the doorbell next to the handle. Before I could press the button, the door swung open. A delicate aroma of jasmine, sandlewood and something that suggested tasty food wafted out. The sound of music and the babble of a small crowd oozed out behind the enticing smell. A petite woman with oriental features stepped into the doorway. "Welcome. I'm so glad you decided to come. I'm Minji," she held out her hand to Barbara. She subtly emphasized the word "come". The two women shook hands in the unique way that females do. Then Minji turned to me, "And I'm really glad that Barbara brought you." Her greeting was warm and genuine, yet puzzling. She called my wife by name. I shook her hand and was impressed by the strength of her grip. "Come in. Come in. Most of the others are already here. You probably had difficulty with the traffic. It can be so bad in this part of town." Minji guided us inside. Her movements were cat-like and it was easy to tell that she had a very firm, lithe body under her snug fitting silk clothing. And there was something about her manner that was immediately comforting. It was clear that she had been waiting for us, but Minji made it seem okay. The words "No big deal" popped into my head. Our host made our tardiness feel indeed like it was no big deal. "How wonderful," I thought. I turned to Barbara and saw a relaxed smile spread across her face. She had felt the same sincerity from Minji as I had. If Minji's hospitality was pleasantly disarming, my impression of her day spa was positively confounding. While the outside of the spa was plain, if not downright dreary, the inside was beautiful. It seemed huge, much too big for its apparent exterior dimensions. There were bamboo plants strategically located about the open space we were standing in, that hinted of other hidden nooks just out of sight. The color scheme was in various earth tones off set by lacquered Chinese red and ebony black. Teak and rosewood accents kept the bold oriental colors from being overwhelming and lended an air of outdoorsiness to the open space in which six or seven couples milled about. There were several large, armless sectional sofas with deep seats paired with oversized ottomans arrayed about the room allowing for plenty of places to recline. Yet the space did not feel crowded; it was intimate and large at the same time. The sound of falling water emanated from a wall mounted fountain and an eclectic mix of music filled the air from hidden speakers muting but not overwhelming the laughter and animated conversation from the guests. I could see several tall tables scattered around the room. On their tops were various bottles of wine, plenty of wine glasses and trays of different finger foods from which tantalizing aromas arose. I reflexive made a low whistling sound of approval. Barbara jabbed me in the ribs at my spontaneous reaction. Minji laughed. It sounded like rain falling. "I'm glad that you like my spa," she said. "The word 'like' is not nearly enough," I answered. "This place is absolutely amazing." "It really is very beautiful," Barbara added. Our host smiled (did I see a slight blush?) and picked up two glasses of bubbly white wine. "This is our first wine of the evening. It's a slightly dry prosecco. It will cleanse your palate and, I think, satisfy thirst." She handed the glasses to us. I held out the printed invitation thinking that it would tell her who we were and be our entry ticket. "No worries," she said. "You and your wife can keep that if you want. Perhaps it will be a souvenir of your first visit with us." I looked at Barbara with raised eyebrows. Somehow our host already knew us. "Let me show you around a bit," Minji said and turned to walk toward the back of the room. "Over here is where we cut and style hair," she pointed to two barber-style chairs. "Our stylists are not here tonight." She kept moving toward the back of the spa. "Several of my staff are trained in a variety of different massage therapies. Of course, I prefer to do all the special ones myself." We walked past three massage tables that were separated from the main room by movable soji screens. "I wonder what she means by 'special'," I thought. "Of course we also do mani and pedicures. What oriental day spa doesn't offer those?" Minji said with wry but playful expression as we walked away from the tables. "I also offer all kinds of facials, permanent eyeliner, body wraps, botox, and lots of other stuff too." "I thought that you needed ..." Barbara began. Minji interrupted and answered her unfinished question. "I was what you call a physician's assistant back in Korea where I came from. I took all of the tests in America and became certified here as a PA. I am supervised by a local plastic surgeon (he takes a good bit of my botox money for the privilege of that oversight) and I take regular continuing education so that I can keep doing that and other advanced noninvasive aesthetic treatments." I took a sip of my wine and looked at my wife over the rim of my glass. I began calculating how many times she'd be driving here over the next few months. I made a mental note to ask Minji whether she offered gift certificates for me to use as holiday gifts. "This wine is terrific," I said. "Thank you. I'm glad you like it," Minji ushered us back toward the main room where the other guests were socializing. "If you want to sample one of our massages tonight ..." Minji never got a chance to finish her sentence. "Oh my god!" Barbara exclaimed just loud enough for me to hear. The surprise and urgency in her voice startled me. She turned and stood directly in front of me, a wide-eyed look on her face. "It's Cynthia!" "There you are. I've been looking for you everywhere." I heard a woman call out. A jolt ran through my body. Although I had never actually seen Cynthia, I immediately recognized her voice. The last time I had heard it, I had been blindfolded and tied to a massage table in the living room of my house. Barbara had used me as a living model to teach Cynthia how to give blow jobs. My wife had thought that she was instructing a naive young woman on how to please her new boyfriend. However it took only the slightest nudge for Cynthia to reveal that she had a sexual tigress within her. She unleashed her appetites and demonstrated her incredible innate skills on me that evening. After Cynthia had finished with me (with some assistance from Barbara) my wife and I had our own mind-blowing sex. It was an incredibly erotic night of physical pleasure. We hadn't heard anything from Cynthia, except one time, since that night. Barbara took a deep breath readying herself for a potentially bumpy reunion, then turned around blocking me from view. "Cynthia! Oh my god. How long has it been?" I looked past my wife at a very attractive, thirty-something year old woman. Her hair was raven black and woven into a tight braid that rested atop her shoulder. She was slightly bigger than Barbara, trim, without being skinny, and I could tell was well toned despite the loose fitting clothing she was wearing. Her shimmering , almost transparent blouse was very low cut, what women call a plunging neckline, and the creamy skin of her cleavage between at least C sized breasts was clearly visible. One didn't need to use imagination to see how the rich brown of her areolas contrasted with her skin. Despite her revealing top, Cynthia seemed quite relaxed in her alluring state of dress. Both sexiness and confidence oozed out of her. It was quite appealing. "Don't give me that," Cynthia said. "You and I both know how long it's been and there's no covering up the fact that I dropped out of sight since we were all together at your house that night. It was quite a night and we never got a chance to talk about it ... or what you did afterward." I had to give it to her. Cynthia didn't beat around the bush and immediately tackled what anybody would consider an exceedingly awkward moment. In a flash, she'd completely defused what could have been an uncomfortable situation. I heard Barbara release her held breath and saw her shoulders relax. "Grab that cool husband of yours, let's get another glass of Minji's great wine, and sit and catch up. I've got so much to tell you. Then I hope we can all really enjoy our evening with everyone." Cynthia took a hold of Barbara's arm and led her toward one of the couches. She looked over her shoulder at me, winked, then said, "C'mon." The three of us sat on a couch and Minji brought us new glasses of wine. "This is a pinot gris. I've paired it with some baked brie and shitake mushrooms in a light honey glaze. I think the combination of flavors in very enjoyable. Please let me know what you think." She placed a tray of the appetizers on the ottoman next to us. Minji made no attempt to hide from view the captivating sway of her unrestrained breasts as she leaned over. She straightened up then eased away leaving us to ourselves. "First of all let me say it is really great to see both of you. I can't begin to tell you how often I've thought about you both, and in the best ways possible. I think you are two of the most amazing and wonderful people that I've ever known, and the fact that you haven't heard from me until now is only because I've been so busy building my new life." Cynthia's words tumbled out in a rush. "I want to hear all about you two, but I think you deserve to know what's been up with me, where I am, and what I'm doing. Who knows, after I spill my guts, you may want to run out of here like the place is on fire. But I'm pretty sure that you won't." Cynthia leaned over and laid her hand on Barbara's leg. There was something about the way she did it that was sexy. I felt a faint stirring in my groin. "That night at your house changed my life," Cynthia began. "You both helped me to realize that inside of me was a deep yearning that I'd suppressed, perhaps most of my life. When I left that night, I was in a daze. Partly because of your amazing oral skills that gave me the best orgasm I'd ever had," she looked directly at me and patted my knee (I felt myself blush). "And partly because I knew that I'd just had a life altering experience. My whole view of myself, what I wanted, what I needed, what I deserved, had changed. The fire of passion that had been smoldering, that I'd been insanely trying to put out during my first abysmal marriage, flared up. And I knew that I'd never want to put it out or try and bury it again." Cynthia paused and took a sip of her wine. "Oooh. I like this," she said looking at her glass then went on with her story. "My temp contract with your firm, " she nodded to Barbara, "that season was about over, so I just decided not to go back to work. I think I would have had a really hard time looking you in the eye right then anyway. I was still in turmoil. I spent the next week alone in my apartment trying to make sense of my feelings and reconcile it with my upbringing and the brainwashing from my ex-husband. I knew that what I'd experienced with you both was incredible and felt so right. I knew that I had to keep going, doing more, exploring more, pushing any sexual boundary that I could." She paused. I'd had the night with you two so that I could learn how to please my boyfriend. I didn't know how to reconcile my new burning sexual desire with being in a committed relationship. To be blunt, I wanted cock and lots of it, and I just didn't know if my boyfriend could satisfy me or if he'd want to go as far as I did. " I almost choked on my sip of wine when Cynthia said that. Barbara leaned against me, silently connecting with me the way we often do. I felt her excitement. Cynthia continued. "After a week or so of being a hermit and fretting, I shook myself out of it. I figured that I finally knew who I was and what I wanted. I was determined not to deny myself my true passions any more than I already had. If my boyfriend couldn't handle the real me, then he didn't deserve me and I'd find someone who did." She raised her glass as if in triumph and took a large swallow of wine. After what seemed like a long pause, Barbara asked, "So what happened?" "I'm as lucky as you," Cynthia said. "Ted, my then and current boyfriend, is just as cool as your wonderful hubby. He listened, asked me a lot of intimate and important questions, then said that he'd go anywhere with me. I've talked with a lot of men and women who are intimidated by strong ardent lovers. That's definitely me," she added. "Ted was not only supportive of my rediscovered passion, but said, and has lived out, that he is energized by it. I think that I've opened up his world too, together we've had some wonderful, and pretty kinky, experiences." Barbara sat up and turned to me. "I'd like some more wine please." She held out her glass. "Then, I'd like to hear more about some of those 'wonderful and kinky experiences'," she said to Cynthia. Cynthia grinned broadly. "Can I have some more too please." I carried both glasses over to one of the tables laden with wine and hors d'oeuvres. I found a different white wine that I didn't know and some type of food that smelled delicious, but was otherwise unrecognizable. I poured three glasses and tried a bite of the food. "Do you like?" I heard Minji's voice in my ear. A tingle ran through me. Her voice was very seductive. "Mmmm huh," I mumbled and nodded yes, my mouth filled with the tasty food. "I'm glad. This is a new recipe. I love trying new things, don't you?" She murmured. I felt another tingle of excitement. I swallowed. "Mind if I ask you a question?" I said trying to regain control of the conversation with Minji. "Sure," she replied. "What does 'Ta Diseu' mean?" I asked. Minji laughed and I once more heard the tantalizing sound of rain. She had a sip of her wine and then boldly bit into the appetizer that I was holding. I felt the flick of her tongue hot against my skin. She swallowed then licked her full lips. "I'm a bit of nerd deep down inside. Do you watch TV much?" she asked. "Some, but not much. My wife and I never seem to have much time together to get into shows," I made a point of mentioning Barbara hoping that it would tone down Minji's effect on me. "Me neither," she said. "But like I said, I'm a bit of a nerd and I've been a fan of the TV show Dr Who forever. 'Ta Diseu' is as close a Korean translation of Tardis as there is." I immediately understood why she had picked that name. The famous time machine spacecraft disguised as a British police box from the BBC TV show was described as "bigger on the inside than the outside". That perfectly defined Minji's spa. She saw the look of recognition in my eyes and smiled. "It also takes one on adventures to exotic places. I'd like to think that you could experience that here too ... if you want." Minji's said seductively then openly looked down at the bulge that had grown in my jeans. I felt my heart pound and realized that I was over my head with this woman.. "What a great name," I said. My voice might have squeaked a bit as I answered her. I raised the three glasses of wine that I'd poured and said, "I'm the delivery boy. Better not dawdle. Don't want to get into trouble." "A little bit of 'trouble' never hurt anybody. But I'd come rescue you if you need it." Minji winked at me then turned to saunter off. I paused for a moment to collect myself. I hadn't been hit on like that in a very long time and I'd been completely taken off guard by the degree of arousal it had stirred up in me. I love my wife to death and would never dream of betraying her trust in any way. "But damn that was hot," I thought to myself. I headed back to where Barbara and Cynthia were busy chatting. As I approached they both broke out laughing. "What?" I said as I handed them each a full glass. "Problems getting our wine?" Barbara asked with slight sarcasm. "No. None at all," I replied as nonchalantly as possible. I felt my cock stir thinking about how Minji had provoked me. "Didn't look that way to us," Barbara said. "Looked like you maybe got a little tense." She reached out toward my crotch. I quickly sat down, stunned at my wife's forwardness in front of Cynthia. I suppose, considering how the three of us behaved the last time we saw each other, that I should not have been either surprised nor embarrassed, but it had been a long time since that night we'd spent together. "Nothing wrong with being a little 'tense' around Minji," Cynthia said soothingly. "She's quite the minx and hot as hell as far as I'm concerned. Not too many can resist her charms once she sets her sights on you. But don't worry, she won't rape you or anything, that is unless you want her to." Barbara laughed again. "So, you were going to tell us about your wonderful and kinky adventures," she said to Cynthia. I could tell that the wine had emboldened my wife. I breathed a sigh of relief finally off the hot seat that she and Cynthia had put me on. "Ted and I tried all kinds of new things on our own, starting with the great blowjob technique you two taught me. He still really likes my BJ's by the way. Thank you." Cynthia raised her glass as if saluting us. "It didn't take long before we decided that we wanted to go even farther. We did a ton of on-line research and found a place that offered sex education workshops. We signed up and took a few of them. There's nothing quite like frank, and open talk about sex techniques in a room full of strangers. That is until the live demonstrations start," Cynthia chuckled. "There was a lot of emphasis on Tantric sex, which we liked and learned a lot from. In the long run however, Tantra is a technique that we enjoy, but it's not really our thing." Barbara nodded in agreement. We hadn't taken any course, but had tried some of the Tantric techniques we'd read about. Like Cynthia, we'd found it merely interesting. "After that we casted around a bit and continued to try new things, toys (Ted likes pegging, but won't admit that to any of his guy friends), public sex, and a bit of exhibitionism. Nothing too wild, but enough to be fun, and definitely out of what had been our comfort zone," Cynthia continued. I glanced over at Barbara. She had also caught Cynthia's use of the past tense, "had been out of our comfort zone." Cynthia resumed."What really changed things for us was vacation. We both decided to do something sexy and wild. Ted found this small resort in Mexico. It advertised itself as clothing optional and for the 'sexually adventurous.' And boy was it ever adventurous. It turns out that it's a place that specializes in hosting swinger groups. We kind of knew that before we went, but didn't really understand what it would be like." Barbara shifted forward on her seat. Her face flushed slightly with excitement. "And?" she asked. Cynthia sat back and smiled seeing my wife's obvious interest. "Well we learned a lot about swingers. We had always thought of them as sex-crazed weirdos, humping each other any chance they could get. I was worried that we'd be constantly groped and that we'd be pressured to have sex with people that we didn't like. Nothing could have been further from the truth. Yeah, there was an incredible amount of open sex going on at the hot tub and in the disco lounge. We definitely enjoyed that," Cynthia smiled. "But more importantly, everyone we met was a lot of fun, open, friendly, not in the slightest way pushy the way I was afraid they might be. We learned so much about them in all the conversations that we had." She took another sip of her wine. Once more, Barbara looked over at me. We both knew Cynthia hadn't told us everything. "And?" Barbara asked Cynthia. The Medb Wine Club Pt. 01 "And I learned a lot about sex," Cynthia answered smugly, sidestepping Barbara's obviously more personal question. She took another sip of her wine and looked at Barbara. "I learned about the difference between sex and making love. Sex is great. It feels good, it's natural, and it's fun. Fun is good. Making love is much more intimate, vulnerable, special. Lovers, spouses, soul mates can do both, make love and have just plain fun sex. At least I hope they can. It would really suck (no pun intended)," Cynthia smiled wryly, "if a couple didn't ever get wild and crazy, dress-up, role play, whatever, and laugh a little bit while enjoying each other. Even wild, sweaty, loud, headboard banging sex can be great without being intimate and personal. Making love is something more, and is shared only between two deeply connected people." Cynthia's descriptions were getting to me. Blood flowed into my groin and I felt my cock swelling as I thought about all the different ways Barbara and I have enjoyed our physical connection with each other. I shifted in my seat trying to give my growing penis some room in the confines of my tight jeans. Barbara sensed what was going on and rested her hand on my thigh and began to stroke me. "Couples who are really secure in their relationship, like all of the swingers that I met at the resort, seemed to understand those two types of sex," Cynthia went on. "To a person, the couples were very committed to each other. They said that the sex they had with their life partners, was making love, and that it was very different than what they shared with anybody else. What they did with others, was the just-plain-fun sex, not the vulnerable, intimate type. What was truly a revelation to me is that none of them felt the slightest jealousy when their partners were sexually engaged with someone else. Many non-swingers that I've talked are worried that if their partner has sex with someone else, that he or she might begin to lose interest in them, find that out-of-relationship sex better than what they have together. None of the lifestylers (another word for swinger I learned) that I talked with felt that way. They all wanted themselves and their partners to have the best sex possible, to have the greatest experiences, and the most pleasure; and it didn't matter if it was with them or someone else." Cynthia sighed. "I was talking with a couple one evening in the hot tub and the husband (all the people I met were either married or in long term relationships) explained it to me this way: 'I'm no good at plumbing. Would I refuse to have a plumber come fix my leaky faucet just because I'm jealous that he's better at it than I am?' " We all laughed. "Some guys are really good at giving oral," she said. "and some have dicks that get my g-spot better than others. I wouldn't want to miss out on either one. But nobody gets my heart like Ted does. So at the end of an evening of playing with swinger friends, I'll go home physically satisfied in ways that maybe are different than what I get with Ted. But I always go home to where my heart is, with Ted. That's what I want. That's where I belong." Cynthia took a big swallow of her wine. "And I know that Ted feels exactly the same way I do." Cynthia paused. We all fell silent. I wasn't sure what Barbara was thinking, but what Cynthia said made sense to me. I loved my wife to death. I would do anything for and with her. What I wanted for her was to have the most wonderful life, the best experiences possible. I was completely secure in the depth of our relationship and the strength of our connection. I wanted the world for her, just about any way that she was interested in getting it. I gripped Barbara's hand tightly and my heart raced unsure what Cynthia's revelations would mean to her and to us, but I was ready for anything. Barbara looked over at me. Her eyes, the same ones I fell in love with long ago, shone brightly. "That's what you learned," my wife said to Cynthia. "But you didn't really tell us what happened." Cynthia laughed. "Needless to say Ted and I are definitely 'in the lifestyle'," she made quote marks in the air with her fingers while she held her wine glass. "We started dipping our toes in the water during that first vacation by having sex with each other in public...a lot. I had no idea how thrilling that kind of exhibitionism is. There was a ton of kissing other people, some consensual groping and eventually sex side-by-side with other people on the same outdoor bed. It was all very exhilarating for us first timers." I saw Barbara's face flush red with excitement. "We went back to the resort a few months after that visit since we were offered a huge discount for going during the off season. On that trip we met a couple of experienced lifestylers that we really connected with. We had a blast drinking and partying with them, and the sexual tension between the four of us was obvious. One evening, after a lot of drinking and dancing we wound up back in the hot tub in their room. One thing lead to another and before I knew it we were all tangled together with mouths on each other body parts, and fingers in tight wet places until we all orgasmed in one huge intertwined pile. I have no idea who made me cum that night, I felt hands and mouths all over me. And I'm not sure if it was Ted that I got off or the other guy. It was wild, and it was crazy, and it felt absolutely great. We've stayed in touch with that couple and get together with them when we can. Sometimes we wind up having sex together (always the four us, I never separate from Ted) and sometimes we just enjoy a meal or spending the day with them. That trip opened the door wide for us, and we've actively explored swinging ever since then." I didn't realize how tightly Barbara had been gripping my hand until I felt my fingers go numb. I disentangled myself from her. "I think I need a refill. How about you two?" I stood up. "Not me. I'm good," Barbara said. I looked down at my beautiful wife and teased. "Yes I know you are. Very good." She reached out and rubbed the front of my pants making my fledgling hardon grow more. "And so are you." Cynthia's eyes subtly widened. "How brazen. You once accused me of not being as naive as I seemed. I think that I could say the same about you. " I heard Barbara's chuckle as I headed over to a table that held a collection of red wines. I poured myself a big glass and reflected on everything that Cynthia has just told us. "Could I do that; share my beloved wife, my soul mate with another man? Actually watch her get licked or fucked by some complete stranger?" I wondered. But the way Cynthia had described it, and my burning desire to give Barbara as much happiness as possible, made the idea not seem so outrageous as I'd once thought. "Looks like you've just swallowed the red pill," a voice buzzed next to me. I turned to look at the guy who had made the reference to the movie The Matrix when the lead character embraces surprising reality and lets go of blissful ignorance. "I'm John," he stuck his hand out. "I understand that you know Cynthia." I nodded. "She's a very cool person. Tons of fun and a real sweetheart," he said. "One of my favorite people in the world. Kathy and I love her," he waved toward a woman chatting in a cluster of people on the other side of the room. "Cyn," he abbreviated her name, "Ted, Kathy and I have traveled together some. We've only played with them once. Mostly we just enjoy hanging around them, movies, shows, wine tasting (vanilla ones)," he added with a wink. "So, how do you know her?" I wasn't quite sure how to answer him. Should I say, "She sucked me off while I was tied down so that my wife could teach her how to do a proper blow job"? Instead I said, "Barbara, my wife, knew her through work. I helped them with a training problem that was eventually turned into a video." I hoped that he wouldn't push the question any farther. "Oh," John said. "That was when Cynthia was a temp at Barbara's company. Cynthia's not there any more. I'm not sure what she does now. We kind of lost touch with her," I continued trying to be vague. "She's director of a company that does a little bit of everything, media consulting, advertising, lobbying, scandal control. Very high powered and very high profile. The kind of hush-hush things most of us never hear about," John explained. "She travels a lot to all kinds of exotic places. It sounds really glamorous, but I'll bet it's all backrooms, sytrofoam coffee cups, and long days and nights of behind the scenes work. She does wind up learning a lot of people's dark secrets, but she keeps a very tight lid on all of that. Very private. Something that the rest of us here really appreciate, if you know what I mean." I nodded and could imagine how Cynthia had meshed the public life I'd just heard about with her private one. "Any way, I'm glad to have met you. When Cynthia lets go of the two of you, bring your wife over and say hi," he nodded his head toward the group he'd indicated before, as he poured two glasses of wine. "The red pill really is okay," he said and then eased back across the room. I refilled the glass that I'd emptied as John and I spoke. I could feel a slight buzz creeping up on me. Looking up, I caught site of Minji across the room staring at me. She winked and licked her lips before turning back to the people she was standing with. I felt a wave of heat wash across me, and my cock once again stirred. A thought ran through my head, "What if it wasn't just Barbara enjoying the pleasure of someone else?" I sat down next to my wife and handed Cynthia the extra glass of wine that I'd poured. "Oh, you found the pinot noir," she said. "This is one of my absolute faves." Cynthia stuck her nose down into the glass and inhaled deeply before tipping it up and letting a small sip eddy across her tongue. For a second I remembered the feel of that same tongue on my cock. "Minji picks some excellent and memorable tastes for us," Cynthia looked directly at me as if she'd somehow read my mind. "You know I go to regular wine tastings and hear people go on and on about all the different aromas and flavors that they think are in the wine. I'm usually too embarrassed to say what I really think. "What's that?" I asked surprised that Cynthia would be embarrassed by anything.. "I think that they smell or taste like pussy or cock," Cynthia chuckled. "Two of my favorite flavors after all." "I can say that I agree with one of those," I raised up my glass. "You didn't get to hear the rest of her story," Barbara said after we'd finished our toast. "Cynthia, tell him what else you learned on your resort adventures." Cynthia locked eyes with me. "I like girls," she said and paused, waiting to see how I'd react. I gazed back at her and took another sip of wine trying my best to keep a poker face. "It's not that I don't like the feel of a man's strong hands or his hard cock. And you of all people know how much I love the fountain of a guy's hot cum. It's just that there's nothing quite like a woman. Soft breasts and pointed nipples, curvy hips and butts, and oh the feel and taste of a warm, wet pussy," Cynthia sighed deeply. "It's impossible to describe how good it is. A woman's passion is special and unique and only another woman can truly understand it. I just love sharing that special touch; giving and receiving pleasure, with another of my own kind, as it were." Cynthia was staring directly at me as she spoke. It was as if she was daring me to say something crass, or critical in reply. I'd told Barbara more than once that the most arousing porn that I'd ever watched was girl-on-girl. It was filled with erotic passion, and not just guys mechanically fucking women who pretended to be turned on. Even scenes where the women were servicing the guys in some fashion always seemed overly fake and flat, passionless, and in fact boring. And I had no interest in seeing male homosexual couplings. There is nothing wrong with guys who enjoyed that, it just wasn't of any interest to me. Thinking about Cynthia buried between another women's legs while she licked her partner to orgasm was incredibly hot. Her eyes bored into mine as she waited for my response. I once more raised my glass to Cynthia and said, "I can only imagine that, but what a fantastic image it would be to see." She smiled, winked ever so slightly at me and said quietly as she took a drink, "Maybe, just maybe you will." We sat quietly again for a minute gazing at each other. Barbara and I held hands. I could feel the heat radiating off of her. "So tell me about your wine club, Medb," I asked. "I'm sure that you've figured out that it's not just a wine club," Cynthia responded. "Ted and I decided to combine some of our passions, wine and sex. We formed the club a few months after our third trip to the resort, when we decided that we wanted swinging to be a regular part of our lives. And we enjoy good wine too. We've built up quite a good collection." Cynthia went on, "Every member of the club knows at least one or two others. There are no complete strangers and there are multiple people who can vouch for every person here. It's grown slowly in size, and we've been careful to make sure that we are all compatible. There are some very varied tastes and interests for sure, but we've made sure that there's nobody we don't like in the group. I won't tolerate rude people, stuck up snobs, or anybody with perverted ideas. And no weirdos either. We get together every couple of months for a tasting and some fun. Occasionally we do themes, with dress up, or games, but most of the time we just drink, visit, mingle, and have fun. And there's usually lots of great sex. Sometimes it's at a member's house, but more often it's here at Minji's. There's plenty of room and it's centrally located. Minji likes the club members to try out her services while they're here for a party. That way they might come back and actually pay for a manicure, facial or massage. What I like," Cynthia said with a quiet chuckle, "is that she has to clean up the mess afterward." "So you guys just orgy out?" Barbara asked. Cynthia laughed. "It's not like that at all. Although I'd like to try it sometime. No, couples connect with each other, sometimes in twos, sometimes more. If they decide to play it might be in a private area off to one side, or behind a screen. Or, if they like a bit of exhibitionism like I do, they might just go at it on a couch in the middle of the room. You never can tell what might happen. A lot of the time, people just drink and visit and watch each other and save the sex for a private get together later. We've never had a true, free-for-all orgy. Why? Are you interested in starting one?" Barbara's face flushed red. I wasn't sure if it was because she was embarrassed or excited. I came to Barbara's rescue and changed the conversation. "Where did you get the name 'Medb' from?" I asked. Cynthia smiled. "Medb is the Celtic goddess of sex and intoxication. I figured not too many people would get the reference and those that did would appreciate it. What do you think? Was I as clever in picking an name for the club as Minji was naming her spa?" "Won't judge that any more than we'll judge anything else tonight," I answered. "Touche," Cynthia replied back. "Very diplomatic response." "The invite said that the guest list had been 'refined' tonight. What did you mean by that?" Barbara asked. "I've really wanted to get back together with you two and introduce you my new life. To be honest, I was kind of afraid that you wouldn't understand and wouldn't want to have anything to do with me. I agonized over how and when to tell you everything. Ted finally convinced me to invite you to a party, and let you decide for yourselves what you think. But we've had some wild events where everyone got pretty crazy. I didn't want that to be your first impression of us. So when I put together this party, I invited some of our less wild members, ones that I thought you wouldn't be put off by. I hope that I was right." Barbara stiffened slightly next to me. "You're kidding, right?" she said. Cynthia didn't say anything. "No really, you're kidding about that aren't you? I mean who was it that blindfolded and hog tied her husband that I could use his dick to show you how to give a proper blowjob? Who was it that helped you fuck his face to a blinding oral orgasm? And who was it that filmed the whole thing and posted it on an erotic video website? You were worried that I, that we, wouldn't understand or approve of your being a swinger? That we'd be put off by seeing open or even wild sex? Come on, you have got to be kidding!" Barbara's tone was some combination of hurt, outraged, and amused. Cynthia looked flustered. "I really like you guys. You changed my life in the best way I can imagine; opened up a whole new world for me and let me finally embrace my deepest feelings. I didn't want to do anything that might alienate you," she sounded humble and apologetic. "I'm sorry if I offended you. That wasn't in any way my intention. I should have given you more credit. I apologize." She hung her head obviously far less confident managing this situation than she was with her sexuality. Another silent moment passed. I held my breath, not sure what was going to happen next. "Okay. We're over that," Barbara announced cheerfully putting an end to the awkward moment and forever sealing our friendship. Cynthia picked her head up, a huge smile and a look of relief spread across her face. Wordlessly she lunged across the sofa and hugged Barbara tightly. I wasn't left out either, because after a few seconds of that girl-on-girl hug, she pulled me in too. It felt genuinely warm and affectionate. And the charge of sexual tension and excitement that resonated among us was palpable. "You have no idea how happy I am," Cynthia said and kissed us each on the cheek. "Ted is going to give me such shit. He was sure that you'd be cool with everything and kept telling me that I was getting all worked up over nothing. As usual he was right." "Where is Ted anyway? I'd really like to meet him," Barbara asked. Cynthia blushed. "Let me guess," Barbara began. "He's not here because you were worried we might not approve of him or something stupid like that." "Actually no," Cynthia smiled. Her self-assured tone returned. "I just wanted the two of you all to myself." It was Barbara's turn to blush. "That's not fair!" Minji announced as she slid onto the sofa next to Cynthia. "I want a turn with them." I felt my heart speed up at her declaration. "Oh really?" Cynthia asked. "And exactly what did you have in mind for them?" Minji ogled us. "I think," she paused dramatically pretending to ponder, tapping her painted red lips with a perfectly manicured finger. "I think that they should experience one of my massages." "Excellent idea," Cynthia said. "I'll help you out and make it a couples massage?" Minji didn't give us a chance to respond before she said, "Done!" She reached for my hand and pulled me up. "I've got him. Cyn you get her." She hooked my arm in hers, while Cynthia did the same to Barbara and they lead us past the soji screens to the massage tables we had seen earlier. I saw Cynthia lean over and whisper something in Barbara's ear. I had no idea what she said, but I heard my wife say, "I bet that'll be a surprise!" They both glanced over at me and laughed. The soji screen provided only a slight visual separation from the rest of the spa. The sounds of the lively conversation there were easily audible. Minji lit some candles and incense then dimmed the lights directly over the table. A subtle air of serenity settled over the space. The Medb Wine Club Pt. 01 "Go ahead and undress however far you feel comfortable doing while Cyn and I get the massage oil. It's my own special blend. Safe to use everywhere and good for the skin. There are some hooks over there by the robes to hang your clothes. Just lay face down on the table when you're ready and we'll be back in a minute," Minji instructed. Barbara and I have done massages many times, and prefer to do so naked. We both stripped totally nude and lay down on our respective tables. I settled my face into the designated frame at the end of the bed and pulled a linen sheet over my back, covering myself from thigh to shoulder in order to stay warm. Shortly after we'd laid down, I heard the women return. Minji placed one had on my shoulder and leaned down. Her lips brushed my ear. "Are you ready?" she whispered. Her warm breath tickled me in the most delicious way. I wasn't sure what I was ready for, but the sound of Minji's voice and her touch made blood rush down to my groin. I nodded and mumbled yes as best as I could with my face pressed into the cradle. The next thing I felt was my covering being slowly pulled down the length of my body. The edge of the drape drifted over my butt and sank into the space between my upper thighs. It tickled first my balls then the backs of my legs as Minji pulled it off, completely exposing me. I had no idea that something so mundane as pulling a sheet off could be so erotic, but it definitely was. "Mmm. Very nice," Minji murmured approving of my nakedness. "Not shy. So much better for a good experience." She brushed her hand over my skin. She pressed her fingertips firmly against my spine and walked them up and down the length of my back, probing and assessing my bones and muscles. "I can tell that you keep yourself in good condition. I approve of that. It's important to keep yourself healthy and fit. It helps you enjoy all of you activities." Minji's suggestive banter was definitely affecting me. More blood rushed into my cock and I needed to shift positions so that it wasn't pinched under me. Minji saw me trying secretly move."Make sure that you are completely comfortable," she said."I don't want you to feel constrained at all." I raised my hips slightly and let my growing rod settle into a better position. "That must be better. Enough room?" Minji asked. I felt myself flush and nodded without picking up my head. Warm liquid dribbled onto my back. Each drop felt wonderful and sensuous. The thrill of promising delights filled my mind as each one touched me. Minji's fingertips brushed my skin and spread the warm oil over my back. At first her touch was delicate, but it soon became firmer, pressing rubbing, and probing as her strong, experienced fingers found and kneaded out the knots in my muscles. It was glorious. I had never felt a massage so relaxing and at the same time energizing as hers. "There are so many important accupressure points on the body," Minji said quietly. "The base of the spine, called the sacrum, is an especially important one," She trickled more oil at the lowest point on my back, just above the crack of my buttocks. The warm fluid slowly ran down between my cheeks and pooled at the pucker of my anus before oozing down onto my balls. "Stimulating this area," Minji pressed firmly on the lowest part of my spine, the oil allowed her fingers to slide between the very top of my cheeks. "releases what the yogis call kundalini energy. It's the power behind your life force and sexual potency. Very important for good health." As Minji continued to stimulate me, I felt a surge of heat spread through me radiating out from her fingers nestled at the top of my butt. My heart sped up, I reflexively took deep breaths, and blood poured into my cock. I shifted again giving my swelling pole even more room to grow in the tight space between my body and the massage table. "Ah, I can see it's having a good effect. Feel the energy, feel the strength. Your penis will be bigger and harder than you've ever felt before." She leaned down without taking her hands off of me and whispered, "I hope that you put it to good use." The sensation was incredible. I felt steel hard and ready to fuck senseless any woman that might stray my way. I imagined that I could satisfy even the most ravenous of sexual appetites. I silently groaned. Minji eased up her pressure on my sacrum then let her fingers slide slickly deep between my butt cheeks before she reversed direction and traced them back up the length of my spine. She moved around to the head of the table. As she did, her hands glided up my back and shoulders until she gently grasped my face and lifted my head. I propped myself up on my elbows and gazed at Minji. She kneeled down in front of me. Her lips hovered mere inches from mine. "That was just a taste of what I can do for you," Minji said. "I hope that you'll come back for more." Once again she subtly emphasized the word "come". My brain swirled at her implication. Minji pressed her painted lips firmly against mine. A part of me hoped that I'd feel her tongue invade my mouth, but it wasn't to be. She broke her enticing kiss and pulled ever so slightly away from me. "Oh dear. I've made a mess." Minji licked her thumb and used it to begin wiping at the lipstick she'd smeared on me. "Though not as big a mess as I'm sure you'll make later ." I practically swooned with desire. "Too bad I'm lesbian, otherwise I'd really like to make that mess with you," she said with a wry smile and began to rise up. My brain reeled. "Lesbian?!" I thought. The expanding bubble of lust that she'd built up in me burst instantly. I could practically feel my cock shrinking in disappointment. "On the other hand," she added leaning back toward me, her warm breath caressed my face. "I might really enjoy a little variety. I'll definitely keep that in mind." She kissed me lightly on the lips once more, rose up and floated away past the soji screen. I stayed propped up watching Minji leave trying to catch my breath. I looked over at the table where Barbara was getting her massage from Cynthia. She had turned face up and was leaning propped semi-upright on her elbows watching me. A sheen of massage oil shone on her skin in the candle light. I wondered if she'd see what had happen between me and Minji and if that was the reason her nipples were hard with arousal. The smile on her lips was a mix of humor and happiness. Cynthia stood beside the table, her hands stroking Barbara's thighs. "Why don't you throw a robe over yourself and come join us," she said. "Leave a flap open so that pole of yours has some room." I grabbed the terry cloth robe off the hook on the wall and pulled it on. My erection poked out between the edges despite my attempts to tie the sash over it. I just shrugged, let it stick out, and stepped up to the head f the table where Cynthia was continuing Barbara's rub down. "Don't mind Minji," Cynthia said. "She loves to tease about the lesbian thing, but I've seen her go both ways." She raised her eyebrows. "You never know." Barbara laid back down the table. Her smile had transitioned into one of pure mirth and I knew that she was enjoying the surprise that Cynthia had told her about earlier. Her nipples though were still standing tall, a testament to her on-going arousal. "You get her top half and I'll do her bottom half," Cynthia said to me. She laid a hand on the top of each thigh and continued massaging my wife I began kneading Babara's shoulders and watched as Cynthia stroked up and down the full length of Barbara's legs. Each pass of Cynthia's hands went higher and higher until her fingers swept past the boundary between leg and groin. I was mesmerized as her hands slid up the front of my wife's upper legs, brush against the edge of the tiny patch of pubic hair above her pussy, and then pass back down Barbara's inner thighs. Whether by reflex or intention, Barbara let her legs fall open a little more each time Cynthia pushed against her limbs until her legs were spread wide. I let my hands drift down from Barbara's shoulders onto her chest. I could feel her heart pounding and her breath coming in progressively shorter gasps. Her level of arousal was evident.My hands cupped her breasts at the same time that Cynthia's fingers stroked the soft space between Barbara's thigh and pussy. They both gasped. When Barbara groaned, I grasped her nipples between my fingers and tugged, elongating them. She arched her back pushing herself into my hands. I pinched firmly and Barbara writhed on the table at my new stimulation. Cynthia, her hands still on Barbara's legs, looked up at me. I could see the lust in her eyes and an unspoken request for permission. I nodded my head slightly, silently giving consent. "May I?" Cynthia asked my wife. Her hands were on top of Barbara's mound, motionless awaiting her response. I held my breath. "Yes!" Barbara whispered. "Yes please!" Cynthia drew both of her hands down across Barbara's swollen pussy. I watched in fascination as her fingers tugged at her engorged flesh, pulling the outer lips apart and exposing the glistening inner ones. Juices bubbled out of her vagina. Barbara moaned loudly. Cynthia reversed directions and swept her fingers from the entrance to Barbara's vagina upward, caressing the inside of those pouting lips and stopping just before reaching her clit, Cynthia pushed deeper into Barbara's folds and once more traced them downward. "Mmm," Cynthia said. "You feel so good. Hot. Wet. " She held up one hand and I could see the glistening juices coating her fingers. Cynthia held out her hand to me. I didn't need any more encouragement than that. I leaned forward with my mouth open wide ready to take in her fingers. Cynthia slide them across my waiting tongue and deep into my mouth. I sucked furiously savoring the taste of my wife on her fingers. "Now, that's good," Cynthia said. I wasn't sure if she was talking about my response or the taste of Barbara's pussy Cynthia pumped her fingers back and forth across my lips and tongue several more times as she continued to rub up and down over Barbara's slit. We all moaned. Then, without hesitation, and in a single smooth motion Cynthia pulled her fingers from my mouth and plunged them deep into Barbara. I could hear a wet squishing sound as she did. "Oooooh! Yessss!" my beloved cried out as she arched up to meet Cynthia's thrust. I froze for a moment, awed, watching Cynthia deliver such fantastic pleasure to Barbara. It was beautiful and amazing. Quickly I recovered my senses and began swirling my palms around and around Barbara's nipples . With each pass of my hands I felt them harden in delight and excitement. Cynthia's treatment of Barbara's vulva increased in intensity with each second. What had started as gentle, almost teasing, touches rapidly progressed to hard, aggressive motions on that most delicate spot. Before long, Cynthia was practically attacking Barbara. I wondered, when I made love with Barbara was I as forceful as Cynthia? Did I rub her that hard or thrust into her with that much might? The answer didn't matter, my wife was obviously loving everything. She writhed on the table, moaned loudly, gasped for breath, and called out her bliss over and over again. And as hard as Cynthia's pressed against her, Barbara pushed back with equal force; thrusting her pelvis into the air over and over again. Sweat stood out on her skin in shiny testimony to how hard she was matching Cynthia's efforts. Barbara's breath came in ragged gasps. "Yes! Yes! I'm gonna cum," she finally announced loudly. I grasped Barbara's nipples and pinched hard. "Cum baby! Cum!" I answered her back. I looked up at Cynthia. On her face was a combined look of and concentration and happiness. Our eyes met and I could feel her power, her lust, her own joy at reigning pleasure onto Barbara. She pinched hard at what I assumed was Barbara's clit and at the same time pushed her other hand hard, deep into Barbara. Pussy juices poured out and streamed off of Cynthia's hand. Barbara screamed, and froze, her hips high into the air, as her orgasm overtook her. The three of us stayed linked together for long minutes as Barbara's climax peaked. Cynthia furiously rubbed Barbara's clit and pounded her fingers in an out of her pussy. I rubbed and pinched my wife's nipples while Barbara clutched at the side of the table and incoherently called out her satisfaction. Barbara's orgasm finally peaked and she flopped back onto the table gasping for breath. I stopped my hand motions, leaned down, kissed her gently, then hugged her. Cynthia stopped her hand motions and also leaned over and rested her head on top of Barbara's stomach, hugging her from below. Slowly Barbara's breathing returned to normal. "Oh my god. That was incredible," she said. "It was pretty incredible from here too," I said as I picked my head up and smiled down at my wife. She smiled back at me and propped herself up onto her elbows so that she could look at us. I caught a glimpse of movement near the soji screens and realized that someone had been watching us. "I'm glad you liked that." Cynthia answered gently stroking Barbara's sweaty flanks. "And it seems as if we weren't the only ones who enjoyed it." Knowing that we'd been watched added a new and wonderfully naughty dimension to the experience. Barbara and I looked at each other silently acknowledging our mutual enjoyment of that. "I think that you liked it at least as much as I did," Barbara said to me. I smiled and nodded. "You bet babe." "And you," Barbara looked at Cynthia. "I think you liked it even more than him," she tilted her head toward me. I saw a flush move across Cynthia's face confirming Barbara's indictment. Cynthia partially rose up and put her weight onto her elbows, still half leaning on top of my naked wife. "You know what I'd really like right now?" she said. "Do tell," Barbara and I said at the same time. Cynthia looked directly into Barbara's eyes. "I'd like to see you wearing my big blue double-ended strap-on cock. I'd like to see it jutting out, tall and rigid from that beautiful bare pussy of yours. Then I'd like to look over my shoulder at you as I'm bent over this table while you walk toward me. I'd like to feel your strong hands on my hips pulling me back toward you, back toward that strap-on; and then feel you thrust that pole, your cock deep into me. I'd like to feel your skin slapping against my bare ass while you pound me hard and fast me doggie style until we both cum." Barbara and I both stared. I felt my heart beating in my throat at Cynthia's erotic description. My hand was resting on my wife's chest and I felt her heart race too as she too envisioned Cynthia's desires. Cynthia smiled. "What can I say?" she shrugged. "I told you that I like girls." We all just looked at each other. The lusty tension in the air was palpable. "Not ready for that today?" Cynthia finally said. "Maybe another time." Barbara and I both exhaled our unconsciously held breathes in unison. Before we could say anything, Cynthia stood up pulling on Barbara's hand. "In the meantime, how about you and I re-live some old times and share that wonderful cock that your husband carries around for us. Barbara smiled and jumped off the table. I saw the large wet spot that she'd left on the linens there. "Besides, we need to clean up and make some room for the others to get in here," Cynthia nodded her head toward the ersatz doorway into the massage area. I could see the vague outline of several people behind the paper soji screen. Cynthia stripped both beds we'd used, while I wiped them down and Barbara grabbed some new sheets that were piled on a side table. "Hey there's more than one table in here. It's not like we bogarted the whole place or anything," Barbra said as she spread out the fresh linens. Cynthia looked up at her. "Not nearly so shy as I thought after all. Perfect. Grab a robe and let's go find a spot on one of the sofa's." Barbara covered herself with the thick terrycloth robe. I cinched the belt on mine hoping to disguise my throbbing erection. It was no use. My cock just poked out, tenting the fabric. "Don't try and hide that thing," Barbara chided. She reached down and pulled my hard member out from between the hems of the robe. "Better let it get some fresh air before we have our way with it." Cynthia laughed and took Barbara's hand in hers. Barbara in turn grabbed my cock as if it was a leash. We walked past the screen and two other couples swooped in behind us. Both women had their blouses open to the waist and their breasts swung enticingly as they rushed into the space we'd just cleaned up. "Thanks you guys," they chorused. One woman looked over her shoulder at us as her partner tugged at the belt on her jeans, "I really enjoyed you guys. That was fantastic." I'm sure that I blushed. We immediately ran into Minji, and she handed us two bottles of spring water "You need to stay well hydrated after your 'massage'." She winked then blew us both kisses and melted back into the crowd. "C'mon," Cynthia tugged at us. "I'm dying for that cock. I see a spot on the sofa over there next to Marlene. If that's okay with you?" "Why wouldn't it be?" Barbara asked. "Marlene is a serious exhibitionist. She really loves showing off herself and anybody she's with," Cynthia answered as she ushered us toward a single spot at the end of one the couches. Marlene had natural auburn colored hair that cascaded down past her shoulders. She was sitting partially sideways on the couch, one leg bent up and hooked behind her other knee. She was sipping from a wine glass and chatting with another guest. It all would have looked very innocent and very normal if her blouse hadn't been wide open and her skirt hiked up around her waist. Her unrestrained C-sized breasts protruded from her shirt showing off her wide brown areolas capped with long nipples. As she talked and drank her wine with her one hand, her other played lazily with her shaved labia. "Mind if we sit here?" Cynthia asked Marlene. The redhead looked up at us. Cynthia's face was flush with excitement. Her hand was clasped in Barbara's, who in turn was standing with her robe gaping open despite the knotted belt. The smell of her juices that still streaked her legs was powerful. I finished out the lusty trio standing before Marlene. I clutched two water bottles in my hands while Barbara gripped onto my turgid cock still sticking out from the folds of the robe. Marlene took all of this in as if we were innocent tourists asking for directions. She gazed at us, smiled and shifted ever so slightly, opening up a few more inches of space at the end of the couch. "Make yourselves right at home." "Thanks," Barbara said. "Don't let us disturb you," Cynthia added. She spun me around out of Barbara's grasp, tugged at the sash allowing the robe to fall wide open. Barbara grinned and then pushed me backward so that the sofa caught me behind my knees. I buckled onto the couch half lying and half sitting. The open robe spread around me, covering the couch cushions and framing my naked body. My rigid cock stood straight up. Marlene looked at me. "Oh that won't disturb me at all," she said. Cynthia dropped to the floor next to my left knee while Barbara loosened her robe and knelt down on the other side of me. Cynthia took a hold of my cock. "Don't you think he has a beautiful dick?" she said to Marlene who had turned around to face us. "Yes. I agree. It looks quite nice," her friend answered. Barbara pushed the robe farther off of me and began playing with my nipples. The Medb Wine Club Pt. 01 "And he's so smooth," Cynthia said. "Everywhere," she added. Marlene's eyebrows shot up. "Really?" "Yes really. Feel for yourself," Cynthia replied. "Hey. What about me?" I protested. "Don't I have any say in this?" My wife and her friend looked at each other and smiled. "No!" they said in unison. "You didn't have any say the last time," Cynthia retorted. "And you didn't seem to have any problems then." "He was blindfold and tied down then," Barbara added. "A bit of a handicap I guess." They both shrugged. "I guess so," Cynthia admitted. "But I really don't think that you will have a problem with us this time," Barbra scolded me. I sighed. I was definitely out numbered - wonderfully outnumbered. "I mean it," Cynthia resumed talking with Marlene. "Check it out." She stroked her hand over my cock and balls. Marlene leaned in toward me and without hesitation reached for my groin. She caressed the length of my rod and down over the front of my scrotum. "I see what you mean. Laser?" she asked. Cynthia smiled, "No, wax." Then gestured to Barbara, "She strips him every few weeks." Marlene looked down on me and puckered her lips in a silent whistle. "Very impressive and brave of you," she said approvingly. "Don't let him fool you. He loves it," Barbara said. "Especially when I rub him down with oil at the end. Then he really shows me how much he likes it." "I'm sure that he does," Marlene kept rubbing my prick and a large drop of pre-cum oozed out. "If that's any indication, I'll bet he shows you in a big way." She smeared the slippery liquid around my cockhead. "He's kind of furry, so Barbara can't make him completely smooth, but she does get all the important places, see?" she lifted my balls and ran her fingers over my bald perineum. Marlene let go of my cock so that it slapped down loudly against my pubic area, then ran her hand over my balls and joined Cynthia in caressing the hairless skin right next to my anus. "Oh my. That is nice and smooth." She looked up at Barbara, "How far back is he like this." "All the way," Barbara answered. "I like him bare everywhere. Feel for yourself." Marlene slid her finger between my butt cheeks. The oil there left over from the massage made it easy for her to slip in close to my anus. She gently stroked my pucker and I could feel her rubbing back and forth over me, spreading the remaining slick lubricant across my orifice. Electric tingles of sensual pleasure radiated up from the sensitive nerve endings there. Three sets of hands were simultaneous stimulating me and the sensations were powerful. I squirmed and moaned. "Mmmm. Very nice indeed," Marlene said. "I definitely approve. And by the look of things, I think he does too." All three women smiled. "I don't want to distract you though," Marlene took her hands away from me and settled back against the couch cushions. "Please carry on with whatever you were planning on doing. I'll just sit right here and supervise. You know, look for any problems, maybe offer some pointers as necessary, and so forth. That is if you two don't mind." Barbara and Cynthia looked at each and grinned at each other. "By all means," Cynthia said then added nodding toward my wife. "You know it was Barbara who taught me how to give a blowjob, on this very cock right here." She gripped my swollen pole and waved it back and forth. "Well this gets more interesting every minute," Marlene responded. She touched Barbara's shoulder and said, "My husband loves Cyn's BJ's; says they're the best. If you're the one who taught her, I'm sure that there's nothing that I could possibly add. I'll just watch and learn a thing or two." "Hey," Barbara exclaimed. "I'm always open to learning new tricks, suggest away." I felt like the prized kill of a lioness pack as I lay there and the three of them talked over me. But I've always enjoyed strong women and the power of their desires. And it was pretty clear that they were going to shower me with their talents. I laid still, in mouth-watering anticipation, waiting for whatever they were about to reign down on me. "You two can keep on chatting for as long as you like," Cynthia said re-gripping my now aching member. "I've been dying to get my mouth on this dick and I'm not going to wait any longer." She pulled my rigid penis toward her and then ran her tongue along it from the base to the head. "Mmmm," she moaned. I gasped and struggled to remain still. I looked over to see Barbara's reaction. She was gazing, almost transfixed, at Cynthia. Her mouth hung slightly open and her eyes were wide. I could tell that she was subtly holding her breath and I once again saw a wave of red flush across her face. What really caught my attention though, was the sparkle in her eyes. They were dancing with fire, excitement, and lust. Cynthia put her mouth down onto the top of my cock. She held the crown between her lips for a moment and gazed up at me. We locked eyes and her look of determination made it clear what was about to happen. I held my breath. Cynthia dropped her head and quickly pulled my aching cock deep into her mouth, all the way past her tongue, far into the back of her throat. Her nose bumped against my pubic bone and I felt her swallow over and over so that the muscles in the far back of her mouth massaged my throbbing erection. Cynthia had demonstrated her deep-throat abilities to me once before, and it had been incredible. But she'd definitely polished her skills and the sensations that she delivered made my head spin ... literally. I gasped and went rigid as she repeatedly fucked my cock using just her tongue and the muscles in the back of her mouth and in her throat. My heart pounded and I struggled not to cum. It wasn't until my vision started to fade that I realized I had been holding my breath and was starving for oxygen. Cynthia pulled herself back off of me. Saliva poured out of her moth and ran down my rod and bathed my balls. She inhaled deeply regaining her own breath after her prolonged oral attack. "That cock fits so well," she said looking up. She smiled. A thin string of her glittering spit trickled off her chin. "More?" she asked with a head tilt. Even if I'd had enough conscious thought to form an answer, Cynthia didn't wait for it. She ducked down and resumed laving me with her mouth and tongue. Once more my heart sped up and I felt my body stiffening as my tension mounted. My balls roiled. Sensing my growing excitement, Cynthia slowed her tongue motions then stopped altogether. She grasped my bare, and now very wet sac in her free hand. "Not yet," she said. "I'm not ready for you to cum quite yet." She formed a ring around my scrotum, just above my testicles with her fingers and squeezed hard. Then she forcefully tugged them downward, pulling my balls away from my body. It didn't really hurt, but it wasn't a pleasurable sensation. It did have what I assume was the intended effect: it stopped my spiraling climax. My muscles relaxed despite the discomfort and I caught my breath. "Very good," Cynthia cooed, but she didn't relax her grip on my scrotum. Instead she gripped the base of my cock with her other hand and made a loop there with her fingers, matching the one around my balls. She squeezed even harder there. The blood in my engorged penis became trapped. New blood flowed in with my elevated heart rate, but it couldn't get out past Cynthia's tight grasp. In an instant my cock swelled more, somewhat painfully. I felt huge, like I might burst. "I want you hard, big and hard, desperately hard," Cynthia said softly. Her control was unmistakable. "And I'll let you know when I want you to cum." She squeezed even more strongly with both hands. A shot of pain zinged through me. I wanted to cry out and tell her to stop; that it hurt too much. But my genitals betrayed that thought. The intense pressure of her grip, and being under her control, felt good. A moan slid out from deep inside of me. "Yesss," I groaned involuntarily. "Excellent," Cynthia approved suddenly releasing her hold. I could feel the blood rush out of my cock, but it didn't deflate. I had never felt so rigid before. Despite all of those wonderful, erotic sensations, my headlong plunge toward climax had stopped. I was no less aroused, but I was no longer on the brink of cumming. Cynthia had expertly controlled me. "You should get a chance with this dick," Cynthia said to Barbara. "Come on down here and dig in." Barbara slid down my side to my groin. I picked up my head just long enough to see the head of my very swollen cock disappear between her lips. She lost no time in sucking as hard as she could and running her tongue along the underside of my cock. Barbara knows my most sensitive spots and she honed in on them quickly. As fast as Cynthia had brought me down from my ascending orgasm, Barbara pushed me right back up with her tongue and lips. She had obviously been watching what Cynthia had done, because before I got too close to my release, she stopped and took her mouth off of me. Rather than quickly jerking me back to earth the way Cynthia had done, Barbara just released me, knelt back and watched as I desperately fought to keep myself under control and not explode. Barbara raked her fingernails down my chest and stomach. "She said not yet." A web of red streaks blossomed on my skin behind Barbara's fingers. The red heat of that did little to calm me down. I writhed under my wife's touch. "We'll tell you when." Barbara massaged my balls knowing that it would keep me aroused, but not push me too far. She ran the fingers of her other hand through the small patch of pubic hair at the base of my cock, which she'd left there after my most recent waxing. "Until then we want to play." "That is so hot," I heard Marlene say. "I'm dripping." She had taken off her bunched up her skirt and spread her legs wide. Her hairless pussy was indeed soaked. Her skin shone wetly in the light and her labia were swollen and pouting outward. "I mean look at me," Marlene emphasized her point by thrusting two fingers deep into her vagina. There was a moist squishing sound and a stream of liquid flowed out of her. Barbara pulled off her robe and held it out to Marlene. "If you're going to do that, put this under you so that Minji's couch doesn't get ruined." "Thanks," Marlene replied and stuffed the terry cloth under her butt. "I don't want to stop if you two are going to keep on." She put her hands back onto her vulva. "You are going to keep on aren't you?" "Absolutely!" Barbara answered. "Look at this cock," Cynthia said to Barbara as she clasped her hand around me once more and pulled my throbbing rod upright. "And look at your pussy," she added stroking Barbara's engorged labia with her other hand. "You two are so ready for each other." Cynthia pumped on my rod. "I think you need to climb on up and fuck his brains out. What do you think?" she said to my wife. "Sounds like a really good idea to me," Marlene encouraged. She was rubbing hard on herself, obviously excited about the prospect of watching us while she masturbated. Barbara stood up ready to mount me. "Turn this way," Cynthia said guiding Barbara so that she straddling me facing toward my feet. "Reverse cowgirl. It's gonna feel so good." Cynthia moved herself around between my legs and tugged on me so that my hips were at the edge of the sofa and my butt was hanging partially off. The top half of my body was laying down on the couch while my feet were flat on the floor. Barbara swung one leg over me as if she were getting on a horse. She put her hands onto the tops of my thighs. With her back to me I could see her taunt muscles ripple as she began squatting down toward me. A few drops of fluid dropped from her onto my skin. Cynthia was kneeling and held my aching cock at the base, pointing it upright toward Barbara's waiting pussy. "There you go," she encouraged my wife. Barbara's hot labia grazed the tip of my prick, Cynthia moved it back and forth dipping in and out of those wet folds. The sensation was amazing. I rocked my hips up, trying to get more contact and increase the pleasure. "Easy big boy," Cynthia said to me and pushed me back down. "She'll get you when she's good and ready." Barbara hovered above me, half crouching, and glanced over her shoulder. There was a wild, wicked grin on her face. More of her juices dripped down onto me. She lowered herself so that the tip of my rod was resting just inside the edge of her labia. Cynthia held my cock still. With supreme self-control I stayed still and didn't thrust upward. Barbara dropped lower. The tip of my pole pushed against the muscles surrounding the entrance to her vagina. I clenched my butt, struggling to keep myself down against the couch the way that Cynthia had ordered. I felt Barbara flex her pelvic muscles so that they gripped the head of my cock, squeezing it, massaging it the way Cynthia had done with her throat. With each muscular contraction, warm juices streamed out and dribbled down my rod, over Cynthia's fist and fell, drop by drop onto my balls. The feeling was electrifying. I moaned loudly, but willed myself to stay still. "He's doing a very good job, don't you think?" Cynthia asked Barbara. The question broke my wife's concentration, but she didn't move. "I think so," she said simply. She flexed her PC muscles again and another wave of pleasure swept down my cock making it twitch. "He looks and feels pretty desperate though," Cynthia said. "Are you going to let him have it now?" she asked. "Let him have it?" Barbara exclaimed. "What about the fact that I want it? I want that cock buried up to its hilt in me. I want to have it!" "Oh god yes!" Marlene hissed right next to me. "I want him to last," Cynthia said. As she'd done before, Cynthia pulled hard on my balls and pinched the base of my cock. The effect was the same as last time. My accelerating rush to orgasm faded and I knew that I wouldn't cum instantly. Barbara dropped herself onto me. Cynthia barely had time to pull her hand away before Barbara's soaking, grasping pussy swallowed the full length of my cock. Her crotch rammed into mine. She ground herself down hard, forcing me deep into her the way I knew that she loved. Around and around she gyrated her hips, grinding ever harder, forcing my rigid pole against the inside of her tight wetness. I answered her obvious physical need by thrusting my hips up, equally hard against her; meeting her downward force with my own. I drove my rigidness as deep into her as I possibly could; filling her up and fitting tightly into her as only my cock could. "Oh god," Barbara moaned. "That feels so good!" She lifted her weight off of me and rose up slightly, drawing my throbbing erection partly out from within her. In a flash she pushed herself back down onto me, my cock once again was buried deep inside her. "That is beautiful," Cynthia said. "Seeing the two of you fitting together so perfectly; his gorgeous dick, so hard and your exquisite pussy, so pink, so wet." I could hear her breathless excitement. "I just have to..." Cynthia began. I felt Cynthia's fingers brush against the base of my pole and slide upward past where it disappeared into Barbara. "That feels so amazing," Cynthia said as if in a trance. Barbara shuddered at Cynthia's touch. "You are so wet and your pussy is so swollen." Barbara kept undulating on top of me. Each time she rocked her hips, my rigid pole slid slightly in and out of her. I knew those subtle motions would eventually give way to more aggressive pounding that she would ride to orgasm. "Your balls are so tight," Cynthia murmured. She grasped them in her hand, tugged, simultaneously rolling them in her palm. "Tight and smooth ... all the way back," she continued talking as if to herself. Her finger slid smoothly across my perineum toward my anus. As Cynthia pulled on me, I felt my scrotum loosen slightly and my mounting climax subsided, but not by much. Her on-going touch felt incredible. I arched up into Barbara again both forcing myself deeper into her and giving Cynthia more room to finger me. "Oh my god," my wife exclaimed and shuddered hard. "Your clit," Cynthia said. "That red, hard, beautiful clit. I just can't keep my hands off it." Barbara quaked again as Cynthia began focusing on her clit. Her thighs tensed around my hips. "This is so hot," Marlene voiced next to me. "I can't stand it." The next thing I knew she was sitting astride my chest back-to-back with Barbara. My hands were pinned down beneath her knees. Her hands was glued to her pussy. With one she rubbed and stroked herself. The fingers of her other hand were stuffed deep into her snatch. Each time my wife rocked her hips, Marlene's were forced against her own hands, so that her fingers stroked repeatedly in and out of her in time with Barbara's motions. "I want you both to cum so hard," Cynthia said. Her finger pressed against the pucker of my hole. Between the residual massage oil, and the flood of Barbara's pussy juices that had dripped over me, I was well lubricated. As I relaxed my hips away from my arch into Barbara, and I dropped them to the sofa, Cynthia pushed against my opening with her finger. There was no stopping her, even if I'd wanted to, which I didn't. Her finger slid deep into me. The wonderful sensation of fullness that I'd come to love under Barbara's touch radiated out from my rear, which was filled with Cynthia's probing finger. "Unnh," I called out as Cynthia prodded me and found my prostate, pushing on it and sending bolts of pleasure coursing out from my p-spot. "Yessss," I heard her say upon hitting her target. She pressed harder and began stroking her finger in and out, finger fucking my ass from below, while Barbara fucked me from above. Cynthia was still showering attention on Barbara, although I couldn't see it from my vantage point. I could tell because Barbara's hip motions had changed from swaying undulations to forceful, hammer-like pounding up and down on my pole. In response, I drove my hips up to meet each of Barbara's downward strokes. As we moved up and down, Cynthia's finger thrust repeatedly back and forth over my prostate. Intense waves of carnal pleasure radiated outward from my cock and ass. On top of me Marlene's body moved in synch with Barbara's like she was riding a rhythmically bucking bronco. All the while she was rubbing and fingering her dripping pussy less than a foot from my face. "I'm gonna cum! I gonna cum!" Barbara cried out and impossibly began battering herself even harder up and down onto me. "Me too! Me too!" Marlene called . She threw her head back. "Do it!" Cynthia commanded. She pushed even deeper into me and smashed her finger against my prostate. It felt as if the world burst. My vision blurred into a swirl of colors and my breath caught in my throat. The cum that had been building up under pressure released in a glorious flash flood. It felt as if gallons poured out of me one long spurt after another into Barbara's grasping pussy. I could feel my prostate emptying as Cynthia forcefully massaged it striving to drain every last drop out of me. At the same time Barbara groaned loudly and clenched down hard on the base of my cock with her PC muscles. A torrent of her own juices poured out as her orgasm overtook her. Seconds later Marlene shrieked, her release blending in with the chorus of our synchronized orgasms. Barbara's motions slowed as our climaxes faded. On top of me, Marlene relaxed and rested back against Barbara. My legs, which had been locked in tense ecstasy, loosened, and my hips fell back onto the couch. The Medb Wine Club Pt. 02 "Almost there. Almost there," I panted. "Come on." Sweat dripped off of my body. My legs ached from the exertion. My chest burned as I desperately sucked in lungfuls of air. "I'm coming! I'm coming!" Barbara my wife panted back. Beads of sweat stood on her skin and tiny rivulets ran down her slender neck. Her leg muscles rippled with exertion and her ample chest rose up and down with each of her ragged breaths. "Aaaaah!" We exclaimed in unison. "Made it!" We both stopped running and leaned over, hands on our knees as we caught our breath. We'd been out jogging along the greenway that ran behind our house and had reached our agreed upon finish line three miles from where we started. The greenway was a paved path through the forest behind our housing subdivision. I loved running or working out with my wife. We pushed ourselves physically, stretching and striving to keep ourselves fit. We'd had our first date at the gym together, and strenuous exercise was a regular part of our lives. It was a beautiful Fall morning. The leaves were ablaze with color and sunlight filtered through the trees at a steep angle the way it does early in the day. It was chilly, but not cold and it was rapidly warming as the sun climbed higher. In short, it was a perfect morning for an outdoor run. "You remember that place?" my wife asked pointing into the woods as we paced back and forth recovering. I looked at the foliage around us to where Barbara was pointing. It was small field of boston ferns about fifty feet off the pathway. A ray of sunlight pierced the tree tops and shone on it like a spot light. I recognized it immediately. "I sure do," I answered finally catching my breath. "That field of ferns is where I saw a guy getting a blow job from his girlfriend in broad day light. When I told you about that, you told me that you'd been recording us in the bedroom. And that started your video porn hobby, which eventually lead us to Cynthia and the Wine Club." "I'm glad you remember," Barbara said smiling at me. "Come here," she reached out to me. Damp with sweat, and our hearts still beating fast from our run, we walked hand-in-hand off the path through the light dappled underbrush toward the ferns. "I've been thinking a lot about this place since we got back together with Cynthia at the Wine Club," Barbara began. My mind flashed instantly back to that evening. Barbara and Cynthia had met at work about two years before. Cynthia had been a seasonal temp worker who had just gotten out of a very toxic marriage. She'd fallen deeply in love with a new man and had asked Barbara to teach her how to sexually please him. I'd wound up being a live teaching aid for blowjob lessons with Barbara as the teacher. We learned quickly that Cynthia was a suppressed sexual tigress and she released her inner animal with us that night. We'd lost touch with her after that and then reunited with a few months ago via an invitation to a wine tasting at her "wine club". There we learned firsthand that Cynthia and her long term boyfriend Ted had become swingers, and the club was where they shared wild sexual escapades with like minded friends. Barbara and I had experienced our first group sexual encounter that night. It had been eye-opening and it was a frequent topic of conversation between us. It made us question and explore our sexual boundaries and we'd discovered that our limits were more flexible than we'd ever imagined. "I've been thinking that I'd like know this place for myself," Barbara shook me out of my reverie as we walked. She let go of my hand and began squirming in her t-shirt. One arm then another disappeared under the cloth as she pulled them up her sleeves. She wriggled a bit more and then pulled her sports bra out from under the hem of her shirt. Her gorgeous 34 DD breast swayed free barely restrained by the damp cotton. "I was thinking how you described it so well, and got so excited by it. I thought we should experience it first-hand." Barbara turned to face me as we stood in the thigh-high ferns then pulled her shirt up high so that her luscious globes were exposed to the cool air. Her nipples instantly stood up rigidly. She put her hands against my chest and let them drift down to my running shorts. "I know how much you love being in the outdoors," she said and slid her fingers under the elastic waist band. "I'd like to share that, hands on. You wouldn't deny me a hands-on experience would you?" She tugged firmly at the nylon and my shorts dropped down around my ankles. Our night at the wine club had been foursome sex with Cynthia and her friend Marlene in the middle of her friend's day spa. While the spa was private, our activities weren't. We had been surrounded by ten or twenty club members, all swingers. It was not only our first group sex experience, but also our very first serious foray into exhibitionism. Since then, Barbara and I had done some things in public, all very mild, and nothing like what she was about to happen in the middle of the ferns within easy sight of the greenway. Barbra wrapped her hands around my rapidly swelling cock and dropped to her knees onto the soft ground. In an instant her mouth was on my rod, licking and sucking me to a steel hard erection. With her typical aggressive hand and tongue motions she quickly pushed me toward a crashing orgasm. But before I tipped uncontrollably over the edge, Barbara stopped and sat back on her heels. "This is so hot," she said. "I need you right now. I need your fat cock in me." She rose part way up and yanked down her shorts. Then she turned around onto all fours and suck her rear up in the air. "Fuck me! Fuck me right now!" she exclaimed. The sunlight illuminated her tight, upturned butt. Her pink pussy lips, swollen and wet with desire glistened. In the cool morning air, a thin wisp of steam rose up, demonstrating her burning lust. I paused, framing the image and burning it into my brain. I was going to take my very horny and desperate wife, who was willing, even anxious, to expose herself and her passion to a random passerby as her husband fucked her amidst the ferns. I knelt down behind her. My rigid cock bobbed in front of me. I ran my hand up along her wet, pouting labia. "Mmmmm," I intoned. "You are so hot." I slid two fingers into her pussy, making a point of rubbing them across her rough G-spot. Barbara purred and rocked back toward me, forcing my fingers deeper into her."Don't tease. Give me that fat cock." I put the tip of my rod against the rim of her opening, savoring Barbara's wetness. I paused for a moment, then leaned forward, heavily. My hard pole slid smoothly into her, all the way until my pelvis pressed against her tight loins. "Ooooh," my wife moaned. "That feels so good." She wiggled her hips back and forth grinding herself against me. I pulled back drawing the tip of my cock to the edge of her opening. I hesitated again, waiting for Barbara's reaction. It didn't take long. "More!" was her one word command. I drove my hips forward, spearing her roughly. "Yessss!" Barbara exclaimed and arched her back. I drew back and then began thrusting as fast and hard as I could, roughly pounding in and out of Barbara. With each push I drove her forward, forcing her hands and knees into the soft earth. "Yes! Yes! Yes!" She called rhythmically over and over in time with my motions. I knew that she was just as close as I was. I grit my teeth, struggling to hold off my own release. At last, her pussy clamped down hard on my cock. Her climax swept over her and that triggered my own orgasm. With a deep groan I let loose a flood of semen into Barbara. I gripped her hips holding us tightly together as our mutual climax peaked and then faded. After what seemed like ages, we both relaxed and I leaned onto her sweaty back. "That was amazing," I said, withdrawing my sticky, wet and deflated cock from Barbara's pussy. "Yes it was," she replied rolling over so that she was sitting in front of me. "Are you glad we christened the ferns for ourselves?" She pulled up her shorts and drew her shirt back down over her breasts. "You bet," I answered and pulled up my own shorts then sat next to her."But I can't believe that we did this out here, in the open." "Problem?" she asked with raised eyebrows. I thought for a moment. "Not at all," I answered. "As long as we don't wind up in jail or in the ER, I'll do anything with you," I quipped using the line we'd long shared with each other. Barbara laughed and stood up. She reached her hand down to me. "Let's head home. We need a shower." I stood up next to my incredible wife and together we walked out of the ferns and back onto the paved greenway. Along the way, I felt the my limp cock leaking the last dribbles of cum into my running shorts. I looked down and saw a bloom of wetness spread across my crotch, a clear testament to our carnal activities. I wasn't alone in that either. Long streaks of gooey fluid, our mixed cum, ran down the inside of Barbara's legs and she too had a large, dark blotch on the front of her shorts that matched my own. Dirt stained her hands and knees. The strong aroma of our sexual encounter that rose up from us as we walked, completed the image of two horny lovers rutting together in the forest. Back on the greenway, we began our walk home. Barbara clasped my hand in hers and carried her folded bra in her other. She let the straps hang down and deliberately swung them back and forth at her side. Anybody looking would be able to see that she was carrying underclothes. Her sweaty t-shirt was snug across her chest, and her still erect nipples tented the fabric as her breasts swayed with each step that she took. We ran into other people exercising along the path in the clear morning air. Those that met us face on, all seemed to hesitate or startle as they saw us and smelled the powerful scent rising off our bodies. One older lady walking with her elderly companion, both clearly a little hard of hearing, remarked as she passed us, "I think they were fucking in the woods dear." Barbara smiled at me and squeezed my hand. We both broke out in laughter at that comment, but I felt happy and proud. Happy that I could satisfy the love of my life and proud that we are both willing to show off all the evidence of our deep love for each other. "So what does it feel like?" Barbara asked as we walked. "What do you mean? " I answered. "What does it feel like to you, when we have sex?" I thought for a moment unsure how to describe the incredible sensations. "Warm, tight, wet, smooth. It's like the most sensitive part of me being enveloped, micrometer by micrometer." A thought struck me, "It's almost as if your vagina is a mouth savoring me like some kind of sumptuous food or wine. It's unbelievable." I gripped Barbara's hand, raised it to my lips, and kissed it. "What really makes in so incredible though is the way I feel about you. I am so connected to you. Being physically connected in such an intimate way is an extension of what I feel inside of me. That's what's so amazing." Barbara slid her arm around my waist and hugged me to her. "That's so sweet," she said and sighed. She looked at me, her eyes set with determination, "But what's it feel like to fuck me, to thrust your hips back and forth and bang in and out of me? Is it hard work? Do you get tired? Does all that crashing hurt?" I chuckled both from the bluntness of her questions and the idea that our coupling might be painful. "It most certainly doesn't hurt," I answered. "It feels great. I love the feel of our skin slapping together. The thrusting sometimes is tiring; especially if I'm able to go on for a while before I cum. I like going for as long as I can." I smiled down at my petite wife. "But that's like running or exercising; it feels really good to work the muscles, especially my love muscles," I poked Barbara playfully in the ribs. "Seriously though, it does feel good to work my muscles with you. I like it out here when we're running, and I like it in the bedroom when we're making love. I like making an effort, and being a little sore afterwards just heightens the pleasure for me." I hugged her back as we walked. "We're so worth it." "Hmmm," Barbara said, clearly deep in thought as we reached our house. "What made you ask that?" I queried. "Just wondering that's all," Barbara answered obviously redirecting the conversation. I had a feeling that we'd somehow address her curiosity another day. "Let's get showered." She looked at me, the sparkle of lust back in her eyes. "I need to make sure that you get all of your nooks and crannies clean. Can't trust you to do it yourself." The shower that we shared was as sensuous as we'd ever had despite our earlier orgasmic release. Barbara slid her soapy hands all over my body, paying special attention to my nether regions. She cleaned and polished my hairless balls and cock until they roiled and swelled with renewed vigor under her touch. Likewise, I made sure that her bountiful breasts and wonderful nipples were especially clean, taste testing them after rinsing. "Need to be sure that your clean back here too," my wife said sliding her slippery fingers down the full length of my butt crack. "Like I said, every nook and cranny," she ran her fingers sensuously over the pucker of my hole. "Even in here," she penetrated me with her long finger. We spent a long time in the shower pleasing each other in every way that we could. Eventually the hot water ran out and we piled out of the shower shivering and laughing at ourselves for having turned into prunes under the water while we played. "That felt really good," Barbara said drying her hair. "Which part?" I asked. She wrapped the towel around her head in a turban the way that women do, then wrapped both arms around me. "All of it. Every single bit of it," she said and hugged me tightly. We finished getting ready side-by-side in contented silence. The glow of our togetherness was enough to fill the space, and words weren't necessary. After, we went down to our kitchen for a late breakfast of fresh fruit, eggs, bacon and toast. It was a hearty meal after all of our strenuous physical activity of the morning. Sitting on our screened in porch after we ate, and enjoying hot mugs of coffee we chatted. Our conversation, as always, was easy and drifted from topic to topic. Eventually Barbara asked, "Were you scared?" "What do you mean?" I replied. "Were you scared having sex in public?" She clarified. I thought for a moment. "Which time?" I answered. "Huh?" Barbara said. "What do you mean 'which time'? Have you been screwing around without me?" I laughed. "Hardly. Not only do I not need or want anybody else, but I value my life and wouldn't risk it for a second rate roll in the hay with anyone else." "You got that right mister," she said and playfully punched me in the arm. "But what do you mean? There's only been one time and that was this morning. Or is your memory already fading?" "Well," I began, "Did you forget about that little incident at the Wine Club with Cynthia and Marlene?" Barbara's eyes widened as she remembered that night. "I'd consider that public, out in the middle of the spa. If I recall correctly, you know with my fading memory and all," I added with a touch of sarcasm, "afterwards we got audience accolades for our performance." Barbara smiled as I reminded her. "Yeah. I guess that counts. But I meant about screwing in the woods by the greenway this morning. Were you scared doing that?" "A little," I said truthfully. "I really would not want our pictures on the front page of the newspaper for that. Serious consequences and all you know." Barbara nodded thoughtfully. I leaned over to her and kissed her on the cheek, "But it was kind of fun, scary fun." My wife smiled back at me. "You really seemed into it, being in public and all," I said. "I had no idea that you have such an exhibitionist streak." Barbara blushed again. "And the way you waved your bra around while we walked back home. It was like you were showing off or something" I added. The red on her face deepened. "That really turned you on didn't it?" I said more gently. Barbara sat quietly then said, "Yes. I loved it. It was exhilarating. Part of it was like being on a roller coaster, like you said scary fun. And part of it was...," she paused, obviously struggling to find the right words. "I don't know, just plain hot being naked and out in the open, where somebody else can see me, can see us." My wife gazed at me, trying to judge my reaction. "Go on," I quietly urged her. "I felt so sexy. The way you looked at me, made me feel beautiful, desirable. I just knew that you wanted me really badly, and were willing to show that. I liked it. I liked making you all horny. There was this look in your eyes, and the way you held your head," I smirked. "I mean the one on the top of your shoulders, naughty boy," she teased. "I could tell you were all hot and bothered. And I knew that I made you that way. It felt great, empowering, I didn't want to stop. And," she added with emphasis, "I was okay if everyone could see what we do for each other; the way we turn each other on, the way we adore each other, how wonderful and incredible it is." Barbara squirmed in her chair. "It makes me hot just thinking about it." "I know what you mean," I said. "With both heads." Barbara laughed at my double entendre. "No really. You are the sexiest person I know. Not only are you gorgeous on the outside, but your inner beauty, your inner self, that lusty animal hunger that you have, that I love, just bursts out of you. I absolutely, positively adore that. When you're showing it off, it drives me crazy in the best way possible. It's the most incredible feeling being in the aura of that." My words came out in a rush as I tried to explain it to my wife. "I like being sexy for you," Barbara reached for my hand and held it firmly in hers. We sat in silence for long minutes, basking in the glow of each other. "There's something I've been wanting to try," Barbara broke the silence. I raised my eyebrows at her, not sure what she was going to say. "I want you to take pictures of me," she said. I raised my eyebrows higher. "I've had fun videoing us, but I think still picture modeling would be different. It would compliment the videos that I've made, that we've made. You take such good photos, they're beautiful. I'd like to pose for you, be beautiful and sexy for you, expose myself for you, be desirable for you. I want to be naughty eye candy for you and for your camera," Barbara reached over and patted my groin, "I'll bet I can make you all hot and bothered, drive you crazy like you said," She rubbed me harder, "I'll be the centerfold that you can jerk off to when I'm not around, just like when you were a kid." I tried with limited success to ignore her hand motions. "What did you have in mind?" I asked. "You know that picture of the woman and the snake that you like?" she said referring the famous Richard Avedon photo of Natasha Kinski. "Or those baby pictures that Anne Geddes does? I'd like something artsy like that. Close-ups, sexy, explicit, but nothing that would identify me; so that we don't wind up on the front page of the newspaper." My mind raced with ideas: tight shots of her gorgeous breasts and rigid nipples, the curve of Barbara's butt cheek where it dips to join the soft skin at the back of her thigh, the tip of her tongue licking ruby red lips, a close up of the glistening fold of her swollen labia. Or perhaps shots of her fingers raking along the smooth skin of her hip leaving red marks in their wake. A thousand ideas popped into my head. The Medb Wine Club Pt. 02 Barbara looked at me as I also thought about framing, f-stops, lighting and other technical details. "You get everything set up, and I'll show you what I want you to see with your camera." We went back into the house. Barbara gathered up the dishes and I headed to our den to get my digital SLR camera, tripod, and other gear. We didn't have studio flashes, but I figured the lights she had purchased for her video hobby would work. "Where do you want to set up?" I called kneeling down to pick up my camera bag. "How about right here," Barbara answered. She had snuck up behind me while I was focused on getting the equipment. I turned to answer her and as I did so came face-to-face with her smooth, hairless pussy, inches away from me. I caught my breath. "Okaaay," I said fighting to regain my composure. "Problem?" she asked and swung her hips so that her labia grazed the tip of my nose. "No," I answered. "But you're going to have to let me concentrate, at least a little." Barbara pouted dramatically. "Save it for the camera," I said. "I mean it. Turn it all on then. Now, come and help me get the lights set up, and we need a background." "Just practicing," Barbara answered. "And you do it so very well." I stood up and kissed her. "Just get some flat bed sheets and hang them off the bookcase. That will have to do for now since we don't have a proper backdrop." Barbara turned to go get the linens I'd asked for. The ripple of her rear momentarily distracted me. "Get some light colored ones, those will work best," I said shaking off the lusty thoughts flying through my head. While she was gone, I adjusted the drapes in the room and set up the video lamps so the light was right for photography. I kept thinking of different poses and what I'd try to shoot. "Here you go," Barbara handed me two sheets. "Did I get you what you want?" she purred. I smiled. My wife was turning on her charms, getting into being a sex kitten model. I knew the photo shoot was going to be fun and I hoped that I'd capture what she wanted me to. I hung up the sheets to form a blank backdrop. "Where do you want me?" Barbara asked. "Here?" She stood in front of the linens and struck a pose. "Yes, right there," I said and picked up my camera. "Let me get some shots so that I can figure out the best settings." I began taking pictures. With each one I made adjustments to the camera until I was sure that I had it set right. With each click of the shutter, Barbara changed positions getting even more relaxed and confident in front of my lens. We chatted, exchanging compliments and sexual innuendos, ramping up each other's emotions. I took a step closer to her focusing on her left nipple. It was beautiful. I lowered the camera and leaned forward to lick her. She yelped, but it had exactly the effect I'd wanted. Her skin became taunt and her nipple hardened, shining with my saliva under the lights. I quickly shot several pictures as she rotated back and forth showing off for the camera the effect I'd had on her. Barbara smiled at me. "Is that what you wanted?" "Oh yes," I replied. I could hear the lust in my own voice. "You want to see more?" she cooed. "Oh yes," I repeated. "Let me show you what I want," Barbara sat on the floor and spread her legs, knees bent, wide in front of me. "How's this?" she asked looking directly at me. I didn't say anything. I dropped to the floor onto my belly and crawled in close, between her legs, snapping pictures of her pussy as I approached. I didn't take time to review my shots figuring that I'd sort them out later. As I got nearer, I could see that her labia were getting more and more swollen. A thin sheen of moisture appeared on her pink skin as her lips pouted outward. I snapped off several more images and felt blood flow into my groin. "How about this?" Barbara's voice penetrated my growing fog of desire. Through the viewfinder I saw her slide an index finger down the length of her slit. I held my breath and pressed the shutter not taking my eye off of her. I raised my hips off the floor so my growing cock had room to swell. "Is this better?" she asked with a husky voice, obviously aware of the effect she was having on me. She slid one finger past the rim of her labia and penetrated her wet opening. My heart raced and my mouth went dry, but I kept pressing the shutter release as my wife's finger sank deep into her steamy tunnel. She slid her finger back, drawing out a thin strand of her juice that sparkled under the photo lights. Click, click, click. I captured the stunning image. I crawled backwards, so that I was farther away. I knelt about three feet in front of her. "Look down," I instructed. She did, and her blonde hair fell in front of her face, obscuring her features. I took multiple pictures of my sexy wife, legs spread wide as she watched herself explore her own pussy. She moaned quietly. I let my camera drop and just watched for a moment taking in the beautiful sight. Barbara looked up directly at me. She smiled and I knew that she was enjoying it as much as I was. "I want to learn how to use your camera. Will you show me?" Barbara suddenly asked breaking the sexual tension between us. "Sure," I said standing up. I flicked the camera's power switch to the off position and turned to turn shut down the video lights. "Right now, okay?" she said. It was more of a command than a question. "Okay," I stepped back toward her and held up the camera. "We need to talk about shutter speed, aperture settings ... ," I stopped as Barbara stood and rolled her eyes at me. "I do know one or two things you know. I have spent just a little bit of time making videos." The sarcasm dripped from her words. I felt stupid. Barbara was an extremely talented videographer and what she knew about that could easily be translated to still photography . "My apologies. What can I show you?" I asked humbly. "Better," she said. "Just point out the controls and I'll figure it out from there." Barbara held her hand out for my camera. "Oh, and strip down. I want a model to practice on." I froze. Barbara looked into my eyes. "I want to take pictures of you, to go with mine. Your hard cock, my wet pussy. They definitely go together well, don't you think?" I was speechless. My wife was so hot, so sexy, and what she was suggesting, the way she was suggesting it, was huge a turn on. I love pleasing my wife, and I knew beyond any doubt that posing naked for her, the same way she'd done for me, would surely please her. There was no way I'd deny her. I pulled off my shirt and began to unbuckle my belt. "Excellent," she said as I removed the last of my clothing. "Show me how to adjust the camera settings." We stood together completely naked while I gave her a quick run down of my camera. Every few moments Barbara touched or stroked me, teasing me and building up my excitement. By the time I'd finished my brief instructions, I had a raging hardon. "Oooh, I like that look," Barbara said running her finger up along the underside of my now rigid cock. "Step over that way and let me get a few shots." She waved her hand toward our makeshift backdrop. I stepped in front of the bed sheets. My wife moved forward and raised the camera to her face. The shutter clicked multiple times as she focused and re-focused on my body. She knelt down level with my groin, swung the lens around and snapped off multiple shots of my bare balls and cock. With each click of the shutter, I felt a small thrill run through me. It was exciting being photographed like this, to be the object of my wife's affection through the lens of the camera. I thought about what she'd told me on the porch that morning. "Your hand," Barbara whispered loudly. "Wrap your hand around that hard cock. I want to see that." I reached for my erection. The camera whirred as Barbara captured frame after frame of my fingers around my throbbing pole. "Yes! That's it." she encouraged. "Stroke it for me. Show me, show the camera." I pumped my cock a few times. More blood rushed in and I felt myself swell bigger. My heart raced as my wife urged me on. "Beautiful," the shutter clicked again. A large drop of pre cum beaded up on the head of my cock. "Oh my!" Barbara breathed heavily. "That's perfect! I love it!" A wave of excitement coursed through me. I felt sexy, desirable, the object of her lust, thrilled. I felt exactly what she'd described. "Sit down," I heard her say. I did and spread my legs wide just as I knew that she'd want. "Perfect. Now bend your knees up," she instructed. Barbara dropped down low to the floor and began taking shots of my cock and balls. "Your hand. Keep your hand around that hard dick," she ordered, her eye glued to the camera. I knew what was going to happen next and I was right. Barbara sat back onto her knees. "Now look down and pump yourself." The camera whirred as I stroked myself, keeping my eyes on the tip of my aching rod. More pre-cum oozed out. Pleasure surged through me as I stroked myself in front of my wife. I threw my head back and moaned as I felt my climax beginning to mount. I yearned for release in front of my beloved. "Okay. That's good for now," Barbara abruptly declared and stood up. My brain reeled as I struggled to contain myself and stop the orgasm that had been rapidly building. Blood rushed out of my cock and it became semi-erect in my hand. Pre-cum dribbled out the tip. "I need to get that," Barbara exclaimed. She clicked off several more shots then smeared the slippery fluid on my cockhead with her finger. My sexy wife raised it to her lips, and kissed it before touching mine so that I tasted myself . "All hot and bothered, just like I said. Hope you liked it too." We sat quietly together for a minute, naked, gazing at each other. "I'm going to get these edited," Barbara said signaling an end to our photo session. My balls ached. "I can't wait to get started. Will you please get all this cleaned up?" She popped the memory card out of the camera and turned to head upstairs to her computer. "I'll see to you later," as she walked away, she made a point of swaying her hips enticing back and forth. The ache in my cock returned ... with a vengeance. Several days went by before I saw our photos. Barbara posted them on the video porn website she'd used for her homemade videos. As expected, they were under the pseudonym Reel Love, and had been carefully edited so that there was no way anyone could identify us. The shots were gorgeous, high resolution, gallery quality, and extremely erotic; multiple close-ups of our various body parts in different stages of arousal. She'd chosen about ten, the very best of what we'd shot. The viewer comments gushed with compliments and appreciation. "What do you think?" Barbara asked me as we looked at them together on her computer. "I love them," I said with genuine appreciation. "How do you feel about having yourself splashed across the internet for everyone to look at" she asked. I thought about it for a moment. "It's hot," I said and paused sorting out my emotions. "I mean, having all those people admire me and comment how turned on they are looking at both of us is pretty exciting. It's not something I ever thought that I would enjoy, that I should enjoy." I took another deep breath. "But a big part of me doesn't care about what I should be feeling. I like being drooled over, even if it's on-line. Barbara smiled and put her arm around my shoulders. "Of course, the only drool I really care about, and most certainly the only I care to actually feel on me, is yours," I said hugging her back. "Sure, sure. That's not the way you seemed to feel at the Wine Club," my wife teased, but smiled. "I want to do it again." "What? The Wine Club or more pictures?" I asked. "Right now I'm talking about another shoot," she said. "I got one of those rolling paper backdrops and stands so we can have a good background to use." I felt my excitement begin to build in anticipation of another sexy, exhibitionist session in front of the camera with my wife. "I want to go out tonight though," Barbara announced snapping me out of my reverie. "Let's go to happy hour at that Italian restaurant in the mall." She was referring to the chain restaurant that offered an inexpensive bar menu in association with their daily happy hour. "Sounds good to me," I answered. "I want to go to the one outside of town. We've haven't been to that one," she said. "Why so far away when there's one right here?" I asked. Barbara looked at me with a sideways glance, "Because, it's new and we've never been there before." There was something about the way she said it that sent a tingle up my spine. "Let's go get ready," she began walking up the stairs to our bedroom. "I already picked out what I want you to wear." The last time my wife had said that we had been getting ready for the Wine Club tasting. Then she'd chosen some incredibly skimpy and revealing underwear for me to put on; ones that not so subtly showed off my cock and balls. I wondered what she had in mind for me. I felt a different kind of excitement rise inside of me. We're not into fancy clothing and didn't own or wear designer fashion. We're more the comfortable clothes type, but we did make an effort to dress nicely when we ate out. Barbara pulled on a midi skirt and a button-up light teal colored blouse. Beneath it she wore some sexy, but surprisingly conservative underclothes. For me, she picked out a pair of casual grey slacks. They fit snugly across my butt and were pleated and roomy in the front. For a shirt, she'd selected a Tommy Bahamas style one. I had expected her to have me in some kind of exotic minimalistic underwear, but instead she'd chosen some simple bikini briefs. We got dressed and headed out to the car for the forty minute drive to the restaurant. Traffic was fairly heavy, typical for a Friday night. There were a lot of cars on the road, but we made it to the mall in plenty of time for the reduced price drinks. We parked in the nearly full deck and headed inside. The place was packed. Thankfully two seats at the bar opened up as soon as we walked in. We sat down even before the counter was cleared so that could secure our spot in the crowd. The late twenty-something year-old bartender behind the counter handed over a laminated drink menu, welcomed us, and asked for our drink order. "Something sweet and fruity," Barbara said to the young man. "What's the best you can do?" "Hmmm. What are you up for?" he asked innocently. Barbara ran her hand up and down my thigh. "Oh it's not so much whether or not I'm 'up' for something. It's more like what he's up for." She gazed at me as she kept rubbing my leg. The bartender looked flustered, unsure how to go on. Barbara rescued him and said, "How about a lemon drop martini? Can you do that?" The relieved young man answered "Sure" then scooted away so fast he forgot to for my order. "You bad girl," I teased my wife with a smile. "You have no idea," she replied. Her eyes twinkled. I finally ordered my drink and our food from the menu. Barbara and I talked as we ate and drank, intermittently chatting with each of the bartenders as they circulated behind the counter serving the large crowd. After we finished our food and our drinks, Barbara stood up and said "I need to make a stop. I'll be right back. Keep an eye on my purse will you please. And order me another, you know what I like." She kissed me, her tongue flicked between my lips sensuously before she pulled away and headed to the restroom. I flagged down the female bartenders to place our order. "That's quite some lady you've got," she said as she mixed our drinks. There was a curious expression on her face; a mix of admiration, humor and a bit of warning. "I'm pretty lucky," I answered. "I'm sure you are," she replied and slid our drinks across the counter to me. Her gazed lingered on me just a little longer than I expected. "Did you miss me?" Barbara's voice purred in my ear. She leaned in close to me as she wedged in toward her stool. Her breasts rubbed against my arm and something felt different. "Would you please hand me my purse?" she asked Without looking up at her, I reached over to where she'd left it on her seat, reserving her spot in the over full bar. I put it on the counter as Barbara sat down. "Thanks," she said and opened the bag. It was at that moment that I saw she was holding her bra in one hand. My wife has 34 DD breasts, so even her skimpiest bras are substantial. Barbara made no attempt to disguise what she was doing out in the open at the bar. She tucked the lingerie into her handbag, but left the straps hanging out the top. There was no way anybody could miss it. I turned to say something to Barbara. As I did, she leaned back into her chair and hooked her elbow over the top rail. The upper buttons of her blouse were undone, much lower than they had been when we'd left the house. I could easily see down into her cleavage and her unrestrained breasts swayed against her shirt; her nipples tented the pale, thin fabric. The sight was mesmerizing. I was temporarily speechless. Barbara reached out and ran her thumb over my lips. "Drooling doesn't become you my dear." Her eyes sparkled with mirth. "Unless you want to drool on me. And then, I'd much prefer to feel that on the end of your tongue as it slides up and down my aching pussy." Barbara was talking quietly, but not so much that the other patrons around us couldn't hear. The guy immediately behind me stiffened as he heard what she said. Out of the corner of my eye I saw him turn his head to look at us. The way Barbara was sitting facing me, she could look over my shoulder. I saw her focus on the man's face. She kept her eyes on him as she leaned forward, put her hand on the back of my head, grabbed my hair with her fingers, and then nibbled my ear. I closed my eyes and heard the guy gasp at about the same time I did. "So hot," Barbara whispered in my ear as she let go of me and leaned back into her chair. As she released my hair she her hand drift down over my chest until it rested in my lap. She picked up her drink with her other hand and took a swallow. I did my best to stay still and I don't think I moaned too loudly as she rubbed the bulge growing in my pants. When I opened my eyes I saw the three bartenders looking directly at us. The two guys were trying to stare without being obvious (it didn't work) while the female server's face was flushed red with excitement. "Problem lover?" Barbara asked. "No. Not at all," I said, trying to sound nonchalant, but failing miserably. My heart was racing. "Didn't stir up anything?" she asked looking directly at me. She reached out to put her drink down on the counter and toyed with the bra straps hanging out from the edge of her purse, which was still sitting on the countertop. Barbara had bent forward toward the bar, much farther than was necessary. Her partially unbuttoned shirt gaped open and her breasts swung side to side. Her other hand stayed in my lap. I gawked not caring who else might be watching. My wife was putting on a show, for me, for others, but mostly for her own enjoyment. "Doesn't feel that way to me," she massaged my growing bulge. "Feels like you might have an issue here." I was pinned in my seat under her hand. Had the barstool been all the way forward so that my lap was under the edge of the counter, what she was doing would have been completely hidden. But I'd pulled my chair part way back when she'd returned from the toilet, making room for her to slide into her own chair. I wasn't fully exposed, but a casual glance from a bystander would have easily revealed Barbara's hand job. The Medb Wine Club Pt. 02 "You better free that bad boy before he chokes to death in there," she said. I worried for a moment that she meant right that second. "Dare you," Barbara said. From a fold somewhere in her skirt she pulled out her panties and dropped them in my lap. I looked down at the obviously damp underwear and then up at my wife. The gleam in her eyes was a combination of lust and challenge. There was no way I was going to deny her. I picked up her panties and handed them back to Barbara as I looked her in the eye. "Of course dear," I said. "Get me another while I'm gone." Barbara smiled as I stood up and walked to the men's room. My heart was racing with fear and excitement. We'd never gone so far, we'd never done anything so open and public. "What if we get caught?" I wondered. "They'll throw us out, call the police, who knows what," my mind raced in time with my pulse. It was scary; "Roller coaster scary," I thought and pushed open the door to the bathroom. I quickly made my way to a stall, and locked myself in. I was determined to meet Barbara's challenge, and knew that if I didn't act fast, I'd lose my nerve. As I began taking my shoes off so that I could strip out of my underwear, I heard the outer door open and two men enter. "Did you see that smoking hot chick at the bar?" one said. "The one with the fantastic tits?" the other one answered. I froze listening to them talk. I could just make out the two guys through the gaps in the stall door. "Yeah," the first one said. I could tell they had stepped to the urinals. "Holy shit is all I can say. I could see all the way down her shirt when she leaned over. They are the most amazing jugs that I've ever seen." "And I know you've seen plenty," his friend replied with a chuckle. "You bet I have. I'd like to slide my dick between those luscious mounds." The sound of a stream of fluid hitting porcelain echoed in the room. "Buddy, she's way more than you could ever handle," the second older guy cautioned. "Yeah right. I've had my share of sweet young things and I handle them just fine," the first one bragged. They flushed in unison and walked to the sink to wash their hands. "No really. I mean it," the second one said sounding serious. "That's a woman who knows what she wants and how to get it. She's definitely the in-control type and wouldn't put up with the likes of you or me. It's pretty clear that she's with that guy sitting next to her and that they're tight. If I were you I wouldn't even think about trying to break in. They'd both have you for lunch, especially that girl." The water turned off and the electronic paper towel dispenser whirred. "Yeah, you're right I guess. Way outta my league. They both look like they could hold their own" Disappointment dripped off of his words. "But I gotta say, she is A-one, USDA prime, smoking hot. Her boyfriend is one lucky guy." The outer door creaked open. "Yes he is. Dreams buddy. You can have her all you want in your dreams." The door banged closed. I hadn't realized that I'd been holding my breath as the two strangers talked. I let it out with a woosh. "USDA prime. Smoking hot. Outta my league," I rolled their words around in my head. And the way they'd referred to my over forty wife as a girl, made it clear that she looked much younger than that to them. Pride welled up in me. To me, Barbara was "smoking hot" and "prime", and I was glad that others saw her that way too. I was especially happy that they'd both recognized how connected she and I are. It also didn't hurt my feelings when they said that I looked like I could "hold my own". I tugged at my shoes and unbuckled my belt with renewed vigor. "We're going to put on a show, the both of us, my amazing wife and me" I thought. "And we're going to make somebody's dreams." I walked back to the bar with my underwear balled up in my hand. I wasn't quite a brave as my wife, who had openly displayed her bra. I could feel the soft wool of my slacks rubbing against my cock, which moved back and forth freely with each step. By the time I reached the counter I was at full mast and my pants tented outward. There was no way I could get through the crowd back to my chair without brushing up against multiple people. I tried my best to make sure that I had frontal contact only with women. At least two of them looked over their shoulders at me and smiled as they felt my hardness while I pushed past. I sat down next to my wife. She was grinning like crazy. "Very nice. Very nice indeed," she complimented me. "I definitely like what I see," she grabbed my cock. "Now doesn't that feel so much better?" I couldn't disagree with her. Not only did it feel good for my swollen member to have plenty of room, I also loved the feel of her hand on me. I pushed my hips upward to meet her grip. Barbara smiled again. "Mmmm. I'm going to want more of this later," she said much more loudly. I took a swallow of my drink enjoying both the sight of my sexy wife and her very public caress. "This is just tonic water," I said putting the glass down. "I think the bartender gipped you." "No he didn't," Barbara said. "I ordered it that way. I want your head perfectly clear for the rest of the evening." She squeezed me hard. "Both of your heads." I laughed. But I'd also heard her unspoken agenda. Barbara had something more in store for us. We stayed for another half hour or so, chatting and not too subtly groping each other. Barbara especially put on a show, first openly dropping our underwear into her purse in view of everyone, then spending lots of time leaning over the bar so that her breasts flashed through the opening in her blouse. More than once I could see the edge of her areola or a hint of her nipple. She kept caressing and rubbing me and commenting on my hardness or size and how much she liked it. As before, her voice was just loud enough that those around us could hear if they tried; and it was clear that plenty of them were trying very hard. "You ready to go?" Barbara asked. "Sure," I said, "if you are." "I am soooo ready," she cooed. "I'm soaking wet and the pressure in my pussy is practically unbearable." "I can only imagine," I replied reaching for my wallet. I caught sight of the two guys I'd heard in the bathroom across the bar. They were both looking at us. "You won't have to imagine," Barbara said and stood up. "Don't worry about the tab, I already took care of it." "Thanks," I replied. "But indulge me, I want to send drinks over there," I nodded my head toward the far side of the bar. "You mean to those two studs who've been staring at us all night? The one on the right hasn't taken his eyes off my tits since he sat down. I let him have a couple of good looks down my shirt and hooked him like a fish," she said with obvious pride. "Yep those are the two," I replied. "I already sent them two drinks, a Shirley Temple for the young one. I asked the bartender to tell them that they were from the MILF. He laughed and refused to take any money from me. He said that he'd enjoyed our show and felt like he should be leaving us a tip." I could hear the mirth in Barbara's voice. I gazed at my wife. I knew without a doubt that she was the most fantastic person I'd ever known. Like the guy had said, I was a very lucky man. We made our way back to the car in the parking deck. Along the way my cock rubbed deliciously in my pants and Barbara's breasts floated back and forth in her half undone blouse. We must have been quite a sight because we got plenty of stares as we walked. It reminded me of our tryst in the ferns. The entire time I felt Barbara gripping my hand firmly. At the car I held the passenger side door open as my wife got into her seat. She hiked up her skirt as she turned to sit and I caught a brief glimpse of her bare pussy. She smiled up at me. I walked around and got in the driver's side. "I am so hot," Barbara exclaimed as I sat down. She reached up and opened the sunroof of the sedan. I cranked the car wondering why she said that. It was a Fall evening and the temperature in the car wasn't even close to overly warm. I reached for the AC controls and looked over at my wife to ask if that felt better. She had pulled her blouse all the way open, fully exposing herself and was dramatically fanning herself with her hands. "I don't know if I'll ever cool off," she said. I saw a wicked smile creep across her face. "Let's get going and maybe the car ride will settle me down," Barbara said and cracked the top of her window slightly. I doubted that very much, but dropped the car in gear and headed out into the heavy Friday night traffic. We were immediately engulfed by a sea of cars on all sides as we slowly drove down the streets hitting one stop light after another. At each traffic signal Barbara checked to be sure that there were no kids in the car next to us before pulling her top open so that her breasts hung out. She'd repeat her theatrical fanning and loud exclamations about how hot she was, and how she just didn't know how to cool herself off. Everybody who saw her, stared with open mouths and invariably showed her some sign of their approval. "Make sure you go back on the highway," Barbara said as we drove on. "I think I'd like to go that way tonight." "Okay," I answered. I didn't know what she had in mind, but was sure that it wasn't about getting home more quickly. The highway route would take us at least an extra twenty to thirty minutes. We were approaching the on ramp to the highway when Barbara said, "I just can't get comfortable." She turned on the inside light and began rummaging in her purse. "I hope that this will help," she held up a long, shiny silver vibrator and turned it on. A buzzing sound filled the car. She pulled her skirt high up over her hips. I glanced over and in the light filtering in through the moon roof from the street, could see her labia pink and swollen, glistening with moisture. I smiled. "You really are a bad girl," I said. "But if that will help you feel better, you should definitely use it." "Oh. I will," Barbara assured me and touched the toy to her pussy lips. She moaned loudly. I closed her side window muting the roar of the traffic as I merged on to the highway just in front of a semi truck. I immediately understood why Barbara wanted to drive this route home. My sedan sits low to the ground and it would be easy for a truck driver to look down through the glass roof, or through the side window, and get an eyeful of my half-naked wife in the seat beside me. "That feels so much better," Barbara announced as she played with her vibrator. I couldn't drive safely and stare at my wife as she enjoyed herself, so I said, "Tell me all about it, every detail." "I'm so wet. So hot and wet. And my toy is so cool and hard," she began. "Oh, it's sliding into me. I can't stop it. Aaaah! That feels so good. Good and hard. " Over the sound of the vibrator and Barbra's monologue, I could hear a soft, squishing sound as she stroked the sex toy in and out of her obviously wet pussy. My ears were on fire as I concentrated on listening to her and all of the sounds she was making. I stared straight ahead at the road in front of us because I knew that if I looked over at Barbara that I'd never be able to pull my eyes away. "Right there. Right there," she called out as I came up behind a large tractor trailer. It wasn't clear if she was giving me instructions or commenting on how the vibrator was positioned. I decided that it was both. I pulled into the left lane alongside the cab of the truck and slowed down so that we stayed even with the tall rig. As expected the driver looked down at us from the cab. The truck driver did a double take when he saw what Barbara was doing. For a moment I worried that he might crash because he spent more time ogling my wife with her legs spread wide and the vibrator in her pussy, than he did looking at the road. After a few minutes driving together, I slowed and let him pull ahead. He signaled his appreciation with two loud honks of his horn as he pulled away. "Oh," Barbara said "Do it again." She slid the vibrator over her clit and shuddered hard. "But show me your dick. I want to see it and hold it when I cum." What we were doing was outrageous. But I remembered what the guys in the bathroom at the restaurant had said and how I'd felt about it. I was determined to go with my wife wherever and however she wanted; to push boundaries with her as far as we could. I unzipped my pants with one hand and let my throbbing cock pop free. "That's so much better," she said and reached across the armrest to grasp my erection. "Let me just hold on to you." I was glad that she didn't stroke me, because I'd have lost control if she did. I really didn't want to risk wrecking the car and winding up in an ER somewhere. Another large truck came into view and I pressed the accelerator to catch up to it. I knew that our exit was coming soon and if I didn't act fast we'd either have to end this carnal escapade prematurely or keep driving way past our house. Once again I pulled into the left lane alongside the semi. Barbara gripped my cock tightly with one hand. With the other, she thrust the vibrator in and out of her. Then she put both feet up onto the dashboard so that her thighs fell wide apart. The sounds of the vibrator plunging in and out of her pussy increased and I could imagine the juices pouring out of her. "Yes, yes!" she exclaimed. "That's it. I'm almost there." She threw her head back, mouth open wide, eyes shut tight. The vibrator buzzed loudly. Right then I looked up through the moon roof at the truck. I was surprised. The driver was woman with long brunette hair. Barbara opened her eyes. I thought that she would stop once she saw that her audience was female. Instead she moaned even louder and redoubled her efforts with the vibrator. I glanced up at, curious about the driver's reaction, confident that it would be some kind of disapproval. Instead she was pumping her fist up in the air, enthusiastically cheering on my wife and obviously enjoying the show. "Ooooooh! Fuuuuuck!" Barbara shouted as her orgasm hit her. Almost simultaneously the comely truck driver hit her air horn and added to the climactic cacophony. Thankfully Barbara released her grip on my cock, or I too would have cum from all the excitement. I took my foot off the gas and let the car slow down as I saw the sign for our exit. The truck's air horn blared continuously and the driver repeated flashed her lights as she sped away while I pulled off the highway. Next to me Barbara's orgasm faded, she relaxed and took her legs down from the dash. "Oh baby," she began. "That was incredible. But I think that I got your seat all wet." "I'm sure you did, but I wouldn't change a thing," I said. "Did you like it too?" Barbara asked. "Are you kidding?" I answered almost shouting. "That was one of the hottest things I've ever seen." "I'm glad you think so," she smiled, wiped her toy dry on her dress, and put it back into her purse. "Poor thing though. You look tense." My cock, still sticking out through my open zipper, pulsated; a clear testament to just how tense I was. "We'll definitely take care of that later. But first we need to use it to take some more pictures. Right now you look absolutely perfect for that," she said. I groaned as we pulled into our driveway. As soon as we got into the house Barbara asked me to set up the rolling paper backdrop we'd purchased after our last shoot while she went upstairs to "get some things". She returned with a handful of sex toys and exotic lingerie. "I've got something in mind," Barbara set down the things in her arms and began taking off her clothes. "I'll go first," she said. "After our drive I'm good and ready," Barbara smiled. I pulled a plain white background off the roller and arranged the lights. Behind me Barbara had all her clothes off and was wearing only her thigh-high spike-heeled boots. "All set?" she asked. "If by that you mean 'Am I horny and hard as a rock? The answer is yes," I quipped as I adjusted myself and the camera. She smirked and blew me a kiss. "Funny. We'll definitely deal with that, but pictures first." "Oh. You mean 'Am I ready to take photos' The answer to that is also yes," I replied. "Good." Barbara moved in front of the white paper and struck a pose; a half step forward, one knee flexed, the other straight, one hip jutted out with her hand on it, and bent over slightly at the waist. Her breasts hung down and the taunt skin of her butt glowed in the lights. Sex oozed out of her every pore. The look was beyond alluring, it was 'smokin' hot'. "Like we did before," she said as I began clicking off shots, making sure not to record her face in any way that could be identified. After a few minutes Barbara paused and asked me to get one of the tall stools from the breakfast bar in the kitchen. She sat on it with one butt cheek hanging off so that her legs were wide open. Her pussy lips, still puffy and engorged after her car-ride masturbation were clearly visible. I focused the camera and continued shooting as she struck pose after pose, each one sexier than the one before. "Make sure you get plenty of shots of this next part. That's the most important," Barbara instructed. She slid first one finger than a second over her labia stretching the swollen flesh. Her lips pulled apart so that the exposed wet pink skin shone under the lights. With her other hand she began rubbing up and down her slit so that more and more of her juices flowed outward and her red clit swelled past its hood. Slowly she pushed a finger into her wet tunnel past the first, then the second knuckle, until it was buried deep inside of her. I could hear my wife's breathing speed up as she pleased herself. "Are you getting this?" she panted. "Oh yes!" I answered enthusiastically. "I definitely am." "Good. I'm going to add some toys." Barbara removed her finger and went to pick through the pile she'd brought into the room. "Which do you think will look better?" Barbara asked holding up a glass dildo with one hand and a large, latex one with her other. "Ummm," I stammered. "I think they both look great," I answered indecisively. Her tone was very business-like despite her nakedness. "I just can't decide. How about we use both?" Barbara returned to the barstool. She sat face forward, spread her legs wide, and hooked the heels of her boots over the upper rungs of the chair base. Her knees flexed outward as she slid her butt forward to the front edge of the seat. I adjusted the lights so that there were no shadows. "Focus in on this first," she said as she raised the glass dildo to her mouth. I snapped away as my wife licked the tip of the glass, then slowly sucked it deeper and deeper into her mouth. Her lips, painted with bright red lipstick, wrapped snugly around the slick, translucent toy as she moved it in and out. Drops, then small rivulets of her saliva fell off the toy, past her lower lip and onto her chin. I captured all of the erotic spectacle including the beads that fell onto her breast. "That is so sexy," I said. My wife smiled fiendishly at me. "I'm not done yet." Barbara lowered the dildo to her widely spread legs. "Get close ups of this," she ordered, then placed the tip off the glass toy against the edge of her labia. It pushed her lip outward and once more I could see her slick inner folds. I took a small step back so that her groin and pubic area were also in the viewfinder. Barbara was gripping the latex dildo tightly in her other hand so that the tip resting against the very top of her inner thigh while the glass one remained firmly pressed against the opposite labia. I pushed the shutter multiple times as I shifted positions to capture several different angles of the scene.