0 comments/ 76915 views/ 6 favorites Magic Carpet By: Mercurio These happenings occurred a few years ago. My wife Karen was 29 and I was 31, Karen has long dark hair and hazel eyes, her body is wonderful. She is not a model just her proportions are right for me large breasts 38b, a nice waist and not overfull hips. We both needed a holiday and I suppose the usual magic of sun sand and wine was working upon us as we relaxed in Turkey. We had been there for about three days when our first adventure took place. After a day of sunbathing upon the beach we were ready for a night of drinking and dancing and went down to the hotel lounge. Karen was wearing a light sundress that showed of her tan and because her skin was sensitive she decided not to wear a bra. We sat drinking and laughing and had a couple of dances, I held her tight to me and she could feel my hardness rubbing against her soft body. “Oh Tommy” she breathlessly whispered, “I am So turned on!" I smiled and then asked her to do something for me she asked what and I whispered for her to go to the ladies room and removed her panties for me. She held me close and paused, I could feel my heart beat in the frozen moment. Then she let me go and walked away from me threading her way through the dark room making for the ladies room. Karen returned and I could see her face was flushed even in the dim light of the lounge. She placed a damp scrap of lace in my hand as she sat down. I realised that what I held were her lacy panties, I brought the material to my nose and inhaled the scent of her passion. Then I turned to her and kissed her, my hand running along her leg beneath the table, and finding the hem of her sundress. As our kiss became more passionate my hand explored her thigh and found her neatly trimmed mons , her labia were wet and opened to my probing fingers and she softly moaned as I probed her and flicked and rubbed over her clitoris, ”oh Tommy” she whispered,” I am so wet." I removed my fingers and said, “I will get you a drink, don’t go dancing with strangers while I am gone," then Karen said the sexiest thing, she turned to me and innocently asked me, “why not? Would you mind? ." I looked at my sexy darling and just shook my head and whispered back, “I will wait by the bar and watch” . I stood by the bar watching the dance floor it seemed like I had only been there for a few moments when I saw someone sitting next to Karen , then he was walking her to the dance floor. It was slow dance and he held her tight her big breasts rubbing against his body, and he had his hand upon her back . As she ground her body to him rubbing herself upon his crotch he lowered his hand so it cupped her rounded buttocks and slowly rubbed her there I wandered slowly from the bar and sat at a table closer to the dance floor where I could see better. Karen had her head resting upon his shoulders, her partner was a young man of about twenty with dirty blonde hair and a fit tanned body. He was obviously enjoying himself and he kissed my darling upon her neck as his hand rubbed along her ass. The music stopped, Karen smiled at him, and softly kissed his lips, and walked back to our table. I took her hand and she mouthed to me, “lets go to bed." Karen was wild with desire, in the lift to our floor I’m sure she would have raped me, except we were not alone. Once we were inside, she pulled her dress of and lay on the bed fingering herself, while I undressed. Then she told me how hard his cock had felt, and how she wanted him and as I slid inside her she screamed into an orgasm and told me how she wanted to feel his cumm. Well the next day we decided we had had enough of the beach and hired a car to drive into the Turkish hills. Turkey is a beautiful country but that day all I had eyes for was my gorgeous wife as she sat next to me in the car. Karen was wearing a short red skirt and a white tea shirt. Again she had decided against a bra at my urging, and as we drove I slid my hand along her thigh and fingered her through her panties. Her nipples were hard and showed through her tee shirt and her eyes were glittering with desire. We stopped in a small village in the hills and wandered through dusty streets and looked at the many wonderful objects to buy. To this day I have no idea how we found this particular shop or what made us enter it rather than one of the many others in the village. The shop was small and intriguing filled with art objects of silver and gold and many fine carpets, the inside was dark and cool after the heat of the day. The shopkeeper was a dark young man of about twenty he was watching Karen as she wandered around the shop his eyes fixed to her breasts. Karen was obviously aware of his glances as I could see her nipples appearing through her tee shirt. I wandered around the shop and into another room leaving Karen and the shopkeeper talking. I was fascinated by the carpets and could vaguely hear them talking. When I silently walked back I was surprised and amazed by what I saw. Karen was standing facing away from me the shopkeeper was next to her and he was so close to Karen that her breasts were rubbing against him. The shopkeeper had his hand upon Karen’s ass and as I watched he slid his hand under her short skirt. I was so turned on my hard cock was aching but I could do nothing to relieve the pressure just watch as Karen opened her legs a little. She shuddered and I was sure she had just come. Then she moved away from the boy and his hand slid from her skirt . I walked in and Karen said, “thank you for showing us around” and left. I followed her to the car and as we got in she said to me, “drive out of town NOW” I pulled up in a secluded spot and turned to her, “I was watching you," I whispered. My voice was husky with desire and I looked into her eyes as I kissed her. Karen opened her mouth to me, and kissed me back and my hands were caressing her breasts beneath her tee shirt . Just then a car thundered past and we realised that our secluded spot wasn’t that secluded so we drove back to the hotel and made love there. The next day we still hadn’t really discussed what had happened, but we found ourselves wandering down to the car after breakfast. Karen was wearing another short skirt and looked gorgeous. We got into the car and set off. We drove the same route, and soon found ourselves back in the same village. I stopped the car and turned to Karen and said, my voice full of desire, “remove your panties before we go in." She looked round the square where we were parked was deserted no one could see and lifting her hips she pulled her white panties off. She looked at me and said her own voice a little shaky, Tommy …how far?” and she trailed off I smiled and said “ All the way darling that’s what we both want isnt it?” She nodded and held my hand squeezing it slightly. We entered the shop both of us wondering what if he’s not there if its his father or maybe he’s married and its his wife. But he was there sitting in a chair reading a newspaper he sat up as we came in and smiled. Karen smiled back . Once again I walked around and drifted into the other room where the carpets were. But my heart was beating and I couldn’t stand not knowing I walked back and looked. Karen had walked up to him and was standing next to him once again his hand slid under her skirt . But this time he moaned as he found her open and wet pussy. Then he turned and saw me watching, he froze, but relaxed as I smiled. He went to the door and put a closed sign up and locked the door, leading Karen by her hand he led her into the room where the carpets were. Karen looked at me and pulled her tee shirt up and of. Her nipples were brown and so large and hard. They stood out from her heavy breasts and even the aureoles were swollen. Then Karen kicked her sandals off, then she undid her skirt and let it fall. The boys eyes were glued to her and watched her every move She was naked before us and she knew we were spellbound. In the centre of the room was a pile of costly carpets and Karen sat upon them naked like a princess in a thousand and one night’s story. Except in no story I had read had the princes opened her labial lips and fingered herself before two men. The boy who’s name was Ali, dropped his trousers and ripped his shirt of his boxers went next and he knelt in between Karen’s legs. She reached a hand out and drew his head down and ground her pussy lips against his mouth screaming in ecstasy. “Ohhhh Tommy he is tonguing me Sooo good, Oh can you see his mouth is working on me OHHHH MYYY” and she shuddered. Then she pulled him up her body so his hard long thin cock was positioned above her wide-open pussy, with a thrust of her hips she impaled herself upon him. “Fuck me, hard ohhh make me cum lover do it OHH do it ." I have never seen my wife so excited and turned on suddenly she was a slut in heat and wanted me to see it. I was so horny I stripped of as Ali fucked my darling Karen and my cock was dripping with pre-cum . Suddenly he stiffened and cried something in Turkish Karen’s legs rose around his slim body and he filled her with his hot cum. He rolled from her and I took his place kissing her lips as my own thicker cock slid into her wetness. I cant describe the sensation as I felt the stickiness of his cum coating my hard cock. Karen was urging me on saying, “can you feel his cum," and “did you like seeing me fucked." I groaned and my cum shot out in hot spurts. We lay there for a while then Ali dressed and we did also. I guess we all felt a little embarrassed. Karen kissed Ali and said, ”thank you” and in his broken English he told us Karen was his first she kissed him again and hugged him and then he ran back into the room with the carpets and returned with a carpet rolled up. It was the one upon which we had made love he wanted us to have it , to remember. Well that carpet is in our bedroom now and every time we see it, we remember our own very special magic carpet ride. Magic Carpet Ride I was sick of posing for graduation pictures. This wasn't the real reason I had actually put on makeup and picked out my most curve-hugging maxi dress; nope, that was all because I had a feeling I would see him tonight. "Come on, Sam, can we please finish this up?" My dear friend and photographer, Samantha, was being so patient with me: "You look so beautiful, Anna! But yes, we can go now. I got some good pictures!" Finally! We turned to walk out of the park, hopped into the car, and sure enough, I had just received a text from him. 'What are you up to?' he inquired. I told him, and said that we were heading to the Ferm to get a drink and hang out. 'I'll be there,' he said. Yes. I loved his assertiveness. He has such a gentle soul, but God, the air of mature confidence that he exerts draws me in like mad. He's almost 15 years older than me, and I love it. I want him to show me everything he knows. I want his hands to explore every inch of my body, mapping out this uncharted territory. His lips... I shuddered. I can't even think about him without getting turned on. I crossed my legs in an attempt to feel less awkward with Sam sitting right next to me in the car. We drove to the Ferm, ordered our wine and began to delve into our usual philosophical debates, but this time, I couldn't focus. My eyes and thoughts kept wandering towards the door, wondering when he was going to make his entrance. Make his entrance...okay, my mind is definitely in the gutter. I can't even think about fucking doorways without thinking about fucking...never mind. Just then, I spot him as he walks into the bar, his slender but athletic body (he's a triathlete and a yogi), his thick black hair, tanned skin and radiant smile that is framed by his always-perfectly-unshaven stubble. Half Cuban and half Iranian, he far surpasses the stereotypical idealistic image of tall, dark and handsome. I wonder what his body looks like without the burdensome cover of clothing...Stop it, Anna. Play it cool. He slowly strut over to our table, and kissed me on the cheek-hesitated for a moment as we lock eyes, air dripping with sexual tension—and then kissed me on the other cheek. "Hola, Anna," he greeted me. I was starting to tremble and could barely muster a "Hey, Carlos." GOD. I felt the wetness between my legs beginning. Sam looked at me, eyes wide. She could feel the tension, too. As I watched him walk to the bar for his beer, all I could focus on was how badly I wanted to tear his clothes off and run my hands all over his body, his chest, how badly I wanted to press my warm flesh against his. When he came over and sat down, our legs were barely touching, my body heated with passionate electricity. He grabbed my hand and ran his fingers in between mine, rubbing me in exactly the way I was craving him to rub my pussy. He asked if I wanted to come out and sit at the picnic table with his friends and band mates. Your friends? I thought to myself, Great, they have no idea we are seeing each other, so now I can't touch you anymore... We went out and sat down; it was an agonizing hour, since he was sitting at the opposite side of the table from me. We kept looking at each other, and I could see that he wanted me, too. I could see little flames dancing in his eyes when he looked at me. Eventually, it was getting late and Sam had to go pick up her husband from his office. I was going to get a ride with her, so I stood up to leave. Carlos pushed himself up from the table and swept me off to the side, my back pressed up against the courtyard fence. He looked at me with his eyes of fire and pressed his lips against mine. The outside world fell away as his hands firmly groped my backside, pulling me into his hardness. He asked me if he could take me home, instead. "What do you want to do?" I asked, teasing him, "I'm looking for a verb, not a pronoun here." He is a language person, too, so he appreciated my shabby attempt at flirty humor. That sexy smirk of his lit up his face as he thought for a moment and then retorted, "Exchange." I could practically feel my juices running along my inner thigh as I bit my lower lip and nodded. Everyone at the table just stared with big grins on their faces. I know they could see the passion. I even heard someone say, "Holy shit, you guys are hot." Hell yeah, we are. And I knew I hadn't even experienced the half of it yet. The car ride could not have felt longer, but we finally pulled up to his house. He led me down the hallway to his room, which was softly illuminated by a lit candle on his dresser. He closed the door behind him and somehow controlled himself enough to start slow, his strong hands caressing my face, gently pressing his lips to mine. I could feel my body melting again as he slipped my dress off and carefully laid me on the bed. I happily unbuttoned his shirt, growing wetter with every inch of his exposed skin. I unzipped his pants and slipped them off, along with his boxers, revealing his large erection. Perfection. He climbed on top of me, began grinding his hips into mine, and I almost couldn't handle it. I was going crazy. I grabbed the firmness of his ass and whispered in his ear, "I want to feel you inside of me." Again with that smirk. He began kissing my neck, using his lips and his tongue to work his way to my nipples, massaging my breasts and kissing my body as if every taste was his nectar of Ambrosia. Eventually, he made his way to my pussy, licking and kissing me in exactly the right way... I couldn't help but close my eyes, arch my back and let out a breathy "Oh, Carlos!" as he brought me closer to climax. A few moments later, the veins running through my whole body were flooded with fire, my entire being wracked with the ecstasy of orgasm. I could hear him moaning, too, as he slowly pulled his lips away to mutter, "You are so fucking delicious." He mounted me again, but this time allowed his penis to penetrate me. I was in a state of the purest bliss; our bodies became one. We moved together, we breathed together, and for the next period of time—I don't even know how long—nothing else existed but our passionate union. His sweaty muscles were glistening in the candlelight, and his eyes peered into my soul. This was everything. Contained within this moment was the heat of fucking, the passion of sex, and the energetic connection of lovemaking. I wanted to taste him, too. After I rode him, I lifted myself and made my way down his body to his hard penis, gripped it with my hand and put my lips around him, losing myself in the act until he finished. My ambrosia. High as kites, we climbed under the covers and he wrapped his arms around me. Our naked bodies were two again, but the energetic connection between us was more present than ever. He kissed my neck, pressed his lips against my ear and whispered, "You are a goddess. I'm falling in love with you, janam." I squeezed his hand, he wrapped his arms around me even tighter, and we both fell asleep, transported to a dreamland that couldn't possibly have compared to our reality.