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Weekend Getaway Day 01

By: LongCandi



People who think that your first name does not help determine your fate are invariably named Bill or John or Mary. They are safely anonymous behind their plain vanilla name and never have the world prejudge them or pigeon hole them based on their parent's whim alone. But take it from me, Candi - a name can dictate how others first perceive you and sway their ultimate treatment of you.

I would like to think that my parents had some fascination with Voltaire and shortened the outdated Candide for my sake – but I know better. It was the early 70s in America and my parents were rebellious (let us say with a wink), so they functioned within the barely socially acceptable boundaries of that freer time. "Candy" was a euphemism for any number of now heavily illegal substances that constituted their realm of pleasure and undoubtedly I was the result of one such night of intense pleasure. I'm sure they thought it cute to name me Candi. They thought of it as the ultimate inside joke (which proves how wasted they must have been at the time). Don't get me wrong. I love my parents and appreciate all that they have done for me. But the name they placed upon my head in 1972 has moved my life in ways that they could never have predicted.

I suppose it didn't help any that I also inherited my mother's beautiful features and (eventually) her somewhat intriguing figure. The world looked at me, heard the name Candi and immediately wrote me off as an air-head, an object, a thing. The jokes began early and never stopped through grammar school and high school. I was "sweet to look at", I would "melt in your mouth", and I gave wonderful "Hershey kisses". Even when I couldn't hear the particular comment made by a group of leering guys, I knew from their raucous laughter what they were talking about.

Even boyfriends couldn't resist the temptation of wooing me with their puns and commercial take-offs. Each of them would use the same tired lines and look at me as if I should marvel at their unique wit and intelligence. I learned to smile weakly lest they be crushed but their lack of novelty always weighed heavily against them. I learned to appreciate anyone who would get past my name on first being introduced which is why I became so attracted to my future husband, Jim, when we were introduced. Somehow without talking about it, he knew how my name had dictated so much of my life. He never mentioned it (and god, that was refreshing because even people who didn't make fun of it, ALWAYS wanted to talk about my name). It wasn't until much later – after I was totally in love with him and I think he was in love with me – that he finally verbalized any recognition of the burden I had to bear. One night he started calling me his "Joy" and it stuck as a pet name. He used it in passing and he occasionally used it while making love to me. I came to love it as well – and much later he ventured the origins of the name. He said I reminded him of an Almond Joy because I was "indescribably delicious". It was his first candy reference but it was very subtle and, yes, it was very sweet – pun intended.

Jim and I have had many exciting sexual adventures in our lives both before and after the one that I am about to relate. I have chosen to tell you this one because it was my first mature awakening to all that sex should and could be. It was a slow awakening as you will see. I am not one of those wives who suddenly decided to take on a barroom full of studs, but I hope you will enjoy the story just the same.

It happened when I was 21 and Jim and I were recently engaged. My sister and her husband had a house near the Rhode Island beaches and they were traveling abroad so they offered us the use of their home for a long weekend getaway. We jumped at the chance and when Jim's friend, Sam, heard about it he asked if he could tag along since he was an avid windsurfer and the area was perfect for that sport. I guess we sort of assumed that Sam's on-again off-again girlfriend Jane would be joining us but she had to work that weekend so it turned out to be just the three of us. I have always enjoyed Sam's company so there was no problem.

It was an early June weekend – clear and sunny – when the summer was just beginning and it seemed like it would never end. I packed a few things for the trip and at the last minute I threw on a new outfit that I had just made, a short skirt with a matching top made out of a white cotton with small blue stripes. I hadn't really thought much about it but when I got into the car, it was clear that it was having some effect on the boys. Jim kept mentioning how great it looked on me and Sam agreed both verbally and silently as I noticed he continued to steal looks at my legs in his rearview mirror on the drive down from Boston. I am a little older now and coming to grips with all that that entails, but as I reflect back that must have been the time when I was most in my prime physically. I am a tall brunette (5'10") and I have very long legs to compliment my fairly pronounced figure. I am not a stick by any means but I have managed to keep my figure if for no other reason than that I want to keep my man. I totally appreciated the attention that I was receiving that night. My sewing efforts were partly a result of my interest in that hobby and partly a result of my financial situation at that time, so I was relieved that my efforts looked professional. The conversation was pleasant on the trip down and when we got into Rhode Island we stopped at a liquor store and food store and loaded up for the weekend. I was truly looking forward to the getaway. 

For most of that early Friday evening, we were content to have a few drinks and prepare our meal but after dining we all became a little anxious to go down and roam around on the beach. It was about a mile drive down from the house and we grabbed another bottle of wine and headed off. I can still remember that twilight – the air fresh with that hint of salt and fish that can immediately conjure up memories of a beach. The night was still warm but comfortable. The boys kidded me a little about being a tease as my skirt blew a little in the breeze but it was all harmless fun. We started to head back up to the house but when we got close, Jim asked me if I wanted to get out of Sam's car and walk the rest of the way. I quickly agreed because as much as I like Sam, I thought it would be nice to be alone with Jim for awhile. 

As the car pulled away, I suddenly realized how much Jim wanted to be with me. Without a word he pulled me to him and began to ravage my body. We had been sleeping together for some time so we were over that initial crazy lust time but Jim began to act as if it were our first time together. He was as hard as I have ever felt him – he made sure I realized that right away – and were it not for some other cars driving down the road we may have made love right there. Cooler heads prevailed, however, and we began to walk towards the house. 

"What's gotten into you?" I asked. "You're a wild man!"

"I don't know, honey. There's just something about you tonight. I started when you walked out of your apartment in that outfit. You just looked so hot. And then I guess I started to notice that way that Sam was looking at you. Sometimes I forget how gorgeous you are and when I see someone else look at you with that awed expression on his face it makes me realize how great you are. I just love you totally right now and I want to have you."

"Well, we're almost home, big boy, and you can have me then. Hold on."

"No," Jim said. "I don't want to go inside because we'll have to talk to Sam for awhile before heading to bed. I want you now – outside – under the stars."

So that is what we did. As we neared my sister's house, we cut through the small hedge and entered the back yard. We went under the large sprawling shade tree that was planted near the back porch and Jim began to kiss and fondle me. I reached down and undid his belt buckle and the obvious heat that he had for me was once again obvious. I still had on my miniskirt outfit and I didn't feel like getting it dirty by laying down in the grass so I went to me knees and used my mouth to play with Jim's erection. I could tell that he was consumed with desire by this point so I didn't suck too hard. As I stood up, I turned around and put my hands against the tree. I leaned down so that there was no doubt about what position I favored. Jim reached up and removed my panties and began sliding his cock up and down my wet pussy. With one mighty thrust he was in and he immediately pressed forward to totally bury himself in my slit. It was heavenly. It was a continuation of the outdoor theme that had begun earlier with our trip to the beach. I gasped as he began to furiously pound me from behind. I caught my breath and my knees wavered as his passion drove forward again and again. I don't know how long we were in that position and I certainly don't remember if I made much noise but I remember his short cry as he pumped his load into me. My hands were shaking against the tree as I steadied myself for a moment before turning around and hugging Jim gently. Our hearts pounded against each other as we struggled to regain normal breathing. The slightly salty taste of his sweat entered my mouth as I kissed his neck.

"O, Joy…" was all he could say and it reflected my feelings perfectly. As I regained an awareness of place and time, I looked up at the house and noticed some movement behind the family room curtain. It didn't startle me or scare me but I realized that Sam must have wondered about our whereabouts and looked out the window. I wondered how long he had been there and I wondered how much he had seen from his vantage point.

"Jim, I think that Sam might have been watching us just now. I think I just saw him duck back from the window."

Jim just laughed. His sense of elation after our lovemaking prohibited him from being too serious about anything. "Don't worry about it, Candi. I'm sure it was your imagination. Besides, can you blame him from wanting to look at you. I have always told you how beautiful you are….especially during the act."

His attitude was contagious and I felt relieved. Sam had seen whatever he had seen and it didn't bother me. I adjusted my clothes, stepped back into my panties, and took Jim's hand as we headed back towards the house.

I headed to my sister's bedroom for a shower while Jim grabbed a beer and joined Sam in the family room. I was very content with my night and I laid down and began to read a book. At some point I must have fallen asleep because the next thing I remember was Jim coming to bed about an hour later. He was trying to be quiet but his fumbling in the dark awakened me and I reached out for him as he slid into bed. As violently delicious as our earlier lovemaking was, I was now ready for a more sedate session. I pulled him close to me and ran my hands down his back. He moved towards me and I was surprised that he was once again hard and ready to go. 

"Well, hello there, Jimbo. You seem to be in the mood again. I guess these long weekend getaways agree with you."

"I'm having a great time," he said as he began to fondle my breasts. "I would like to stop the clock and stay here forever."

Jim reached down and gently opened my legs. I turned on my back and he mounted me immediately and began his rhythmic thrusts. It was a comfortable, familiar feeling and I again lost my thoughts in the moment. His passion drove us forward and he again drove deeply inside me as he came. It was exceptional and he remained in that position."

"Thank you, honey," he whispered. "I love you."

"I love you, too. And I should be thanking you. It was a nice way to wake up. Did you and Sam have a good time downstairs?"

There was a short pause before Jim answered. "Well, you know - guy talk. We drank some beers and watched the end of the Sox game. The usual stuff in an unusual location." 

I snuggled closer to Jim as I felt his erection diminish inside of me. "Did you talk about me at all?" I was trying to tease Jim but again I felt a small delay before his answer.

"How could we not talk about you, Candi. You were the highlight of the evening. Sam had the same reaction to your new outfit that I did. Unfortunately he doesn't have the release that I have in that regard. I think he regrets being here alone, but that's the way it goes."

Jim paused and then continued on. At the same time, I realized that his cock was stiffening a bit inside of me. "It's especially tough for him because…well, because he admitted to me that he did look out and saw us making love against the tree. He said that it was pretty dark but I know he could see our position and your legs and your ass and it obviously turned him on a little."

The turn in the conversation made me even more of a tease. "It only turned him on a little?" I asked. "That's an insult. I would hope that my ass would turn him on a lot. I suppose I have to start working out a little more regularly."

Jim laughed. "Don't start getting insulted by my phrasing, Candi. Honestly, I was trying to make the whole thing as unthreatening as possible for you. I could tell that we turned Sam on a LOT. And I know he is sitting downstairs right now trying to get the image of you out of his head so that he can get some sleep. It might take a few more beers but it's the only way that he is going to bed tonight."

I suddenly felt an extraordinary wetness between my legs. It was the combination of Jim's sperm, the conversation and Sam's reaction to watching me. It is always good to feel wanted and it made me hot to think about the effect the evening had had on Sam. Jim continued to grow inside of me so I started to push the edge of the conversation a little. 

"Poor Sam," I said. "He's got a raging hard-on and Jane is 75 miles away. I guess he'll just have to take care of himself tonight. Isn't that what you would do, Jim, if you were in his position?"

"Yes, I would – if that was the only alternative. But it is frustrating nonetheless. I can imagine how hard I would be if I had just watched Sam and Jane outside of my window." I knew that Jim thought that Jane was attractive so his mention of her was not a surprise.

"But what would you really want if you were in Sam's position?" I teased.

Jim hesitated but our relationship was such (even at this early stage) that he knew he could tell me anything. "What I would really want would be for some lovely angel to descend from the heavens and help me relieve my anguish, so to speak. I would like divine assistance."

"Well, I'll say a prayer on behalf of Sam. Maybe the gods will smile upon him."

Jim took a deep breath. "Candi, you know I love you and I want to marry you and live with you forever. But that doesn't preclude you from making love to someone else if you ever wanted to." Jim paused and tried to measure my reaction. "If you wanted to make love to anyone else, I would just hope that you could tell me so that I knew."

"Well I don't have any desire to make love to anyone else, but I will let you know." I laughed but Jim continued to be obviously turned on by the conversation. "I mean I have always liked Sam and I think he is attractive, but I am content with you."

"I appreciate that, Candi – but the idea of you with someone else is kind of a turn-on. Have you ever thought about being with another man – or with two men?"

Now it was my turn to pause. Of course thoughts like that have gone through my mind in the past. In fact, earlier tonight when I realized that we might have been watched, the idea excited me. I knew I was sexy. I knew that I could please men. So Jim's question was easily answered internally but tougher to verbalize aloud. There was a long pause while I gathered my thoughts. 

"Do you want me to be with other men?" I asked.

"No, not really," he whispered. "But I thought that you might want to be Sam's angel tonight. He's an old friend and I know he would appreciate it – and the idea does sort of turn me on as well."

I had to think for a minute. I didn't want Jim to lose any trust in me but this seemed to be different. Whether it was the beer that was talking or not, he wanted me to help Sam. I knew I had to move slowly.

"Well I will not let him fuck me. But if you really think that he needs a little assistance I don't see how that could hurt. Should I tell him it was your idea or just assault him?"

"I don't know which way would make him feel better. Why don't you play it by ear. I'll wait for you here, but I want to know all the details."

I really didn't know what was going to happen as I slid out of the bed. I went to the bathroom to try to brush my hair and collect my thoughts. When I looked in the mirror I couldn't help but smile a little bit – it had been a while since I had seen a new cock and now this particular one was being handed to me by my fiancé. All of the teasing I had done earlier to Sam and Jim had led up to this moment so I had to make the best of it. I put on some bright red lipstick that my sister had in the bathroom and then I started to realize how the night would play out.

I left the bedroom quietly without saying another word to Jim. I wanted to create the illusion that he had fallen asleep. As I went downstairs, I made it a point to announce my descent so as not to surprise Sam. As I entered the family room, I could tell that he had a buzz on and is eyes scraped haltingly down my body. It was his first look at my full length negligee and I could tell that the shadows played nicely under the white satin. I entered the room and walked quickly towards the couch. 

"I understand that you were watching us early as we made love, Sam. Don't feel bad about it. I just wanted to know what you thought. Was I sexy?"

"That is a silly question, Candi. You are a beautiful woman."

"But now I am worried that you are in a tough position, Sam. Or should I say a hard position?" My hand reached down to his lap to verify the accuracy of my statement. "Here's the deal. I want to help you out but I don't want you to think poorly of me. Do you want my help?"

Jim looked at the stairs behind me, which conveyed his thoughts and fears.

"Don't worry about Jim. He is okay with this. He wants you to be happy and he wants me to feel free. Do you want my help? I will give you a handjob.

"Yes, please," Sam stammered. "Thank you so much."

I unzipped his jeans and pulled them down and off of his legs. Sam stretched out his legs and pulled down his boxers. His cock was semi-hard as I grasped it with both hands and began to caress it. I kneeled down in front of Sam and let my hair hang down over his cock – Jim had told me in the past how sexy this felt. As he got rock hard I even grabbed a handful of my hair and masturbated him with it. His breathing was heavier and his eyes widened. I hadn't intended on doing more but my lips were only inches away from his cock and I couldn't help but lick the tip of his penis. I stroked him harder and then began to feed his cock into my mouth. He reached out and tried to touch my breasts but when I pulled back from his hand, he stopped and apologized.

"Don't worry" I said, "I just need to be in control of what happens. Would you like to see my breasts?"

The expression on his face answered before his voice could, so I peeled the top of my nightgown down to my waist. I straightened up so that he could get a good view of me before I again crouched over his hot red cock. His legs twitched out in front of him as he began to orgasm. I grabbed him with both hands and opened my mouth wide before swallowing him as deeply as I could. I grasped the base of his cock and his balls as I felt the hot sticky fluid cascade into my mouth and down the back of my throat. I kept my mouth firmly over his cock but opened my eyes and looked directly at him as his second and third shudder pumped more cum down my throat. I felt fantastic. I was his angel of relief and his eyes melted into mine as he acknowledged my presence and my mastery. 


Weekend Getaway Day 01



I sucked Sam a few more times to clean him up and then straightened my spine and leaned back on my heels. I didn't want him to speak and he somehow sensed this. I looked at him again – deeply, locking eyes – and I then started to stand before him. I leaned down and kissed him on the forehead. My breasts remained bared in front of his face. I purposely left my nightgown down as I turned and headed for the stairs.

"Goodnight, Sam. That was fun. We'll see you in the morning."

As I reentered my bedroom I was greeted by the sight of Jim looking at me with curiousity and excitement. Again his arousal was obvious beneath the thin sheet. 

"My mission of mercy is finished. Do you want to hear about it?"

"Desperately," he said.

"I've got a better idea. Rather than tell you what I did, I will show you what I did. But I think in the morning we all need to talk."

And with that I placed my hand on Jim's lap and asked him if he needed some relief. He did.

(To be continued, if you would like)



Weekend Getaway Day 02



There is something about the ocean air that makes me able to sleep long and deeply. The excitement of the Friday night did nothing to prohibit my sleep that night, although I was nudged gently a few times in the middle of the night by my husband Jim who was probably trying to reassure me. He didn’t have to bother. I was very comfortable with the strength of our relationship and very sure that my interaction with his friend, Sam, (one little blow job at Jim’s suggestion) would do nothing to harm us.

When I finally awoke around 8 am, I slipped out from under the covers quietly so as not to wake Jim. I could hear Sam moving around downstairs and I thought it would be good if I went right down and talked to him. I felt it important that I manage this situation as much as possible. As I hope you can tell from my writing, I am a very strong person. Perhaps because of the stigma of my name, Candi, I was always trying to overcome people’s first opinions of me as an airhead. I worked hard in school. I managed to get into a prestigious Eastern college where I first met Jim so I wasn’t going to have trouble addressing the issue that I faced that Saturday morning.

I noticed a certain tension in the set of Sam’s shoulders as I walked up behind him in the kitchen so I reached up and began to massage his neck. He slowly turned to me with a questioning expression but I just smiled and kissed him on the cheek. “Last night was fun, Sam. Don’t you agree?”

“It was awesome, Candi. Thank you so much,” he responded. “I woke up in the middle of the night and for a minute I wasn’t sure whether I had just dreamed the whole thing. I wish there was some way to thank you - and to thank Jim.”

“I did your thanking for you when I got back into bed,” I laughed. “But, Sam, there is one thing I want to ask. When we get back to Boston on Monday, what are you going to tell people about me? I know that it is natural for guys to tell each other stories about things like this, but I really don’t want this to get out. I’m not worried about my reputation – I don’t care what people think. But I do love Jim and I’m afraid that if a bunch of his friends hear about this, they might start to kid him and it could effect HIS view of me. Jim and I have a good thing going, a serious thing, and I don’t want anything from the outside to ruin that. If we’re going to screw it up, I want it to be our doing - and if we don’t screw it up, I want to marry him.”

It felt bizarre to say that out loud to another man. Jim and I had talked about marriage a little bit but just in general terms. Suddenly, I was confessing my feelings to someone else. Sam didn’t look surprised but he waited a long time before replying.

“You may not believe this, Candi, but I promise you that I will never tell this story to anyone. First of all, I’ve known Jim a long time and what you are saying about your relationship doesn’t surprise me. I guess we’re all getting to that stage where the idea of settling down with one person doesn’t seem so bad anymore. But that’s not the only reason, and the second one is a little selfish. I figure if I keep your confidence by keeping my mouth shut, we might be able to do something like that again - maybe even this weekend.”

My initial reaction to this statement was surprise but before I could speak, my body began to betray me. Men won’t understand what I’m talking about because I think they walk around with a constant sexual urge rippling on the surface of their bodies, but women are very different (as if you needed Candi to tell you that). When a sexual urge hits us, particularly when we are doing something or focusing on something completely non-sexual, it starts from somewhere deep inside of us and begins to emanate outwards. I suppose I should study the Hindu chakra theory to see if that would explain it but it starts low – close to our vaginas but deeper. It’s like an unseen vestigial organ of womanhood and mating and the warm feeling then spreads upward and outward until it gets to skin level. That was what I felt from Sam’s words and in my warmth I reached out and hugged him so that I could whisper in his ear. “Maybe,” I said because I wasn’t sure myself.

Of course, the gods have a sense of humor so it was while we were locked in this hug that Jim entered the kitchen with a laugh. “Does this mean that I have to pack my bags and hitchhike home?” he asked.

I reached out and pulled him toward me. “No, Jim. Sam and I were just enjoying each other’s company and sharing a few secrets. You’re still number one in my heart.”

“Thanks for your support last night, Jim” Sam added. “It means a lot to me.”

Jim didn’t seem to know what to say to that so he just smiled at us both. “The weather looks terrific. Everyone seems to feel good so let’s eat and then hit the beach. We can finish talking there.”

So that is exactly what we did. We packed a big cooler with waters and beers. We threw together some sandwiches and snacks and headed off to Third Beach in Newport with Sam’s windsurfing board on the roof rack. It was a glorious June day and I couldn’t have felt better about the last 24 hours of my life. I will never forget the feeling I had that day.

Of course we all know that sitting out on a hot beach can do for one’s libido. It was just a fantastic day to watch all of the other people revel in the 85 degree temperature. Sam took off for most of the day down to the other end of the beach where the windsurfers were, so Jim and I had a lot of private time together. We didn’t really talk about Sam or what happened the night before. One of the things I like about Jim is his ability to know when to avoid a topic. But even though we weren’t talking about it, I knew it was hanging there between us and that at some point we needed to address it. I just figured that Jim would know the right time to bring it up. Around three o’clock we switched from waters to beers and it was while reaching for our second Budweiser that Jim chose to broach the subject.

“Candi, do you want to talk about last night?” It was the nature of our relationship that Jim knew to look directly into my eyes when he asked me something of importance. I looked directly back at him.

“Sure,” I said, “but I’m not sure what exactly needs to be discussed.”

“I just want to tell you my feelings, Candi. You don’t need to talk about it if you don’t want to but I need to make sure that you understand my attitude. OK?” I just continued to lock eyes with Jim. He knew he could continue.

“I think you are the most fantastic woman that I have ever known. I love you and I want to be with you for the rest of my life. And what you did last night just makes that feeling stronger. I don’t mean that you have to do that in the future or that we need others to make our sex life great, but we need to promise each other that we will always be willing to experiment like that if we get the urge. The thought of you being with Sam was a huge turn-on for me - it still is a huge turn-on for me, and it makes me love you all the more. We have to promise that even if we get old in terms of age, we will always try to remain young in terms of our sexual age. Does that make sense?”

At that moment, I wanted to jump on top of Jim and call for a preacher. The warmth of the sun and the warmth of my feelings were getting me feverish. I pressed myself into his arms and squeezed his body towards me. I buried my face against his chest and he enveloped me in his arms.

“It makes perfect sense to me,” I replied. “Last night was good for all three of us. Sam got some relief and you and I learned a lot more about our relationship and our love for each other. I love you, Jim. I trust you and I want to marry you. I will honor you and obey you.” At those last words, I lifted my head so that I could once more stare into Jim’s eyes. “I will obey you and fulfill all of your wishes and fantasies – you just have to tell me what they are.”

So complete was my feeling of joy at that moment, that it made perfect sense to me when Jim used his pet name as he responded.

“Joy you are and Joy we shall have. We have plenty of time to figure out future excitements. But for this weekend, you should do whatever you want, Candi. I will obey you. Just let me know your wishes, let Sam know if you want him involved and we will have a terrific time.”

Well, you can imagine how my mind started racing with those words. I would be in charge of the weekend. I could do anything I wanted and I had two handsome men at my beck and call. It was in my nature to take things slowly but it was a tremendous feeling of sexual power and command that I experienced on the beach that day. The options were endless, so I just laid back down on the beach towel and closed my eyes. The after images of the sun played on my eyelids as I smiled to myself and to the world.

I must have dozed off in my revelry or at least entered that half zone between being awake and being asleep because the next thing I knew I was being shocked by drops of cold ocean water being dripped on my stomach. I looked up to see Sam standing over me with a big smile on his face. “A penny for your thoughts,” he said. 

“Oh, you’ll need to pay more than that if you really want to know,” I responded. “I think we should head back soon.” The boys agreed and we were soon relaxing back at the house after taking showers to remove the salt off of our bodies.

We all drank a couple of beers and then Sam offered to take us out for dinner. Sam was a very successful programmer and his financial situation was better than either Jim or me at the time. He also argued that since we had provided the house, he should provide the meal. Jim and I agreed and we headed out for some Italian food. The conversation was easy and fun, the food was excellent and we were all in good spirits as we ordered dessert. I thought it was probably the right time to talk about the evening and share what I had decided. My body language must have betrayed me because I suddenly realized that they were both looking at me. They truly did look like little boys as they waited for me to speak. That image is emblazoned in my mental Kodak Hall of Fame.

“OK, guys, here’s the deal. I would like to replicate some of our activities of last night or even extend them a little bit, but I need to move slowly. I think I would like to be with both of you tonight but not with both of you at the same time. Does that make sense?”

Their grinning nods told me I had a captive audience. Jim looked over at Sam briefly and then back at me. 

“The problem is one of timing. I will not make love to Sam but I can do other things. However if I am with Jim first then I might get tired or lose my peak before getting to Sam. So I have decided that when we get home, I will go to Sam’s room and perform another Florence Nightingale routine. Then I will need a good fucking from you, Jim. I am sorry, honey, that you have to be patient while I am with Sam but I will make it worth your while.” I reached out for Jim’s hand as I said those words. I had lowered my voice as I spoke to avoid reaching the ears of our fellow diners but I felt that all eyes were upon me as I looked from Sam to Jim and back again.

Sam waved our waiter over to get the check and we hurried out to the car as quickly as we could. Unlike the drive over, Jim climbed into the backseat of Sam’s car on the ride home. He pulled me close to him and put his hand on my thigh. He told me he loved me and we kissed a bit. I reached onto his lap and felt his stiffening cock as I felt his hand move up my thigh. He gently played with my pussy through my panties and I could smell myself in the small enclosure of the car. 

There was a bit of an awkward moment as we entered the house. Jim wasn’t sure where he was supposed to go but I told him that I wouldn’t have any trouble finding him after I left Sam’s room. I went upstairs to change and Sam headed towards his bedroom down the hall. I didn’t really have any ultra-sexy Victoria’s Secret type of lingerie but I put on a tight t-shirt and a pair of lace panties. I had to check myself in the mirror before I left and I felt sure that I would meet with the Sam’s approval. I took a deep sigh before heading towards the door of his room.

Sam was perched on the edge of his bed with his shirt off when I entered the room. He smiled at me and stood up to give me a quick kiss and a hug. I surprised myself by kissing him full on the mouth and thrusting my tongue towards him. It was if the seven hours of varied erotic thoughts that had besieged me since my conversation with Jim on the beach earlier had suddenly erupted inside me. I raked my fingernails down Sam’s thin chest. He responded by grabbing the back of my neck and pulling me closer to him as we continued to kiss. I felt his other hand reach down my back and begin to caress the top of my ass. We stayed like this for some minutes before I broke the embrace and gestured towards the bed. 

“I’m sorry that I won’t let you fuck me, Sam. I hope you understand that it is something in my head – it’s not you – but I promise that I will make you feel even better than you did last night.”

“I already do,” he replied as he pulled off his shorts and climbed towards me from the other side of the bed. He knelt aside me and helped me lift of my shirt. My breasts were warm with anticipation and I watched his lips go down and begin to suck my left nipple. I reached over and cupped under Sam’s cock. He was extremely hard so I knew I had to be careful. He continued to kiss my breasts so I reached down and felt my slit through my shorts. Sensing this, he moved lower on my body and kissed me through the moist fabric. I moaned as he reached for the elastic and I raised myself slightly to assist him in removing the last of my clothing. He moved lower on the bed and began to kiss between my legs in a way that allowed him to look up and see my face as well. Our eyes met and I smiled before he continued his oral assault on my body. 

As I remember the evening, it is hard to place time to the events. We may have stayed like that for two minutes or twenty minutes, I don’t know. At some point, though, I felt that I should service him as he was servicing me and I pulled at his hair and drew him up the bed. As he turned his body to lie down, I kissed him and tasted myself on his lips. I pressed my body against him as I dragged my face down his chest and towards his enlarged cock. In size and shape, it was very much like Jim’s but it was still a thrill to feel it and taste it again. I believe that I am very good at oral sex (either that or every one of my lovers has been a liar) and I gave my full attention to Sam’s pleasure. After five or six thrusts, his cock was pumping completely down my throat and I continued to slowly roll his balls like a pair of dice. His excitement was obvious and he let out some slow moans as I increased the pace of my sucking. I could feel the liquid surge from the base of his cock and I grabbed Sam tightly down there as my tongue flicked across the top of his dick. For the second time that weekend, I experienced the pleasure of his cum as it spurted against my cheek. I pulled my mouth back as his continued ejaculations hit various parts of my face. I wanted him to see me with his cum dripping off of me. I used my finger to wipe the last of his fluid off of his prick and sucked it into my mouth like a little kid stealing a bit of frosting off a birthday cake. I knew it was campy but I also knew that Sam would appreciate the image and his smile told me I was right. I moved up on the bed so he could see my oiled face and began to clean myself off with my fingers. Sam watched me for a few seconds before breaking the silence.

“Candi, candi, candi,” he purred, “what can I do for you in return?” Sam knew that I had Jim waiting in the wings but his pride was such that he wanted to do something else for me. Again I was in a position of authority with these incredible men and a host of visions flew through my mind. But the strongest image was of my Jim waiting for me somewhere else in the house and I craved his arms and his attention – and I was hot for the good fucking that I knew he would give me. I smiled at Sam as I finished my cleaning by wiping my shirt across my face. 

“I’m good for now but you never know who might come knocking on your door later. Sleep well, Sam.”

I headed for the door without putting on my clothes. I thought the first look that Jim got of me should be of my completely naked self. I closed Sam’s door behind me and heard the sound of the TV in our master bedroom. I walked to that door and threw it open to see Jim laying naked across the bed. Without speaking, I crossed the floor and climbed up on top of him.

“I need to be fucked,” I told him, “Long and hard and violently.”

I reached down and grabbed his erection while straddling his body. Again the thought of me with Sam must have been on his mind as he waited and he didn’t need much time to become rock hard. I felt him bite my nipple as I slowly descended onto his body. I let out a short scream because the idea of light bondage has always been a favorite of mine. He bit the other nipple a little harder and then reached for my clitoris as I arched my back to give him the right angle for penetration. The moment again was glorious – the taste of Sam still in my mouth, Jim’s cock in my pussy as he rubbed my slit with abandon. I began to bounce on the bed and Jim was in perfect motion with me as I landed harder and harder upon his cock. He were making a lot of noise but it didn’t matter because Sam knew exactly what we were up to in the room. For all I knew, Sam might have been standing right outside our door listening but my focus was purely on Jim and the perfect motion that we had created on the bed. I looked down and knew that my baby wouldn’t last much longer. I screamed in delight as I felt the first stiffening of his cock and continued to rock in motion to his release. I didn’t orgasm but I reveled in his orgasm and felt his sticky emission drip out onto my thighs as our movements diminished and we regained our normal bearings. I leaned forward so that he could see my face and he leapt towards it and began kissing my lips and cheeks and neck. He seemed possessed as he nuzzled me like a wild animal, but I knew it was the joy and pride he had in me that he had spoken about so beautiful that morning. I collapsed fully onto his body and felt him slip outside of my vagina. We laid there as one and I was very, very content.

After a few minutes, I remembered my previous conversation with Sam. He did want to please me and I still hadn’t achieved a full orgasm (although this has never been a matter of great concern for me – they cum when they cum – pun intended). 

“Jim,” I whispered, “At the risk of seeming a bit like a tennis ball, I thought I might go back to Sam for a little while. He really wanted to thank me for all my attention and I think I’d like for him to lick my pussy. He was doing it before and I really enjoyed it.”

Jim responded by hugging me closely. “But if you go to him and I start thinking about that, Candi, then I am going to get all hot and bothered again. You better be ready for me when you return.”

I hadn’t quite appreciated the beautiful problem that I had created for myself with this bed hopping but it was still reasonably early on a Saturday night and I was willing to accept the challenge. Once again I found myself leaving one man’s bed for another’s. I headed downstairs for a quick glass of wine and I could feel Jim’s cum running down my thigh as I woke. Out of kindness to Sam, I went in to the bathroom and cleaned myself up a little before taking my wine upstairs. I wasn’t sure if I should knock or just walk in on Sam but the issue became moot as I reached the second floor and saw Sam looking out of his bedroom door.




Weekend Getaway Day 02



“I’m still here for you if you need me,” he said. My answer was to walk directly towards him and brush by him as I headed for the bed.

“Make me cum, Sam,” I pleaded. “Jim has fucked me but I didn’t have an orgasm. Can you lick me to an orgasm, Sam?” It was part challenge, part sexual fun but he accepted the challenge immediately.

“Lay on the bed and let me put some pillows under your hips, Candi.” Sam took his time positioning me on the bed with two pillows lifting my midsection over a foot in the air. I felt like I was open to the world as the blood drained down towards my head. Sam slowly began kissing and licking my thighs and outer lips. I think he was enjoying the sight of my puffy, post-coital, partially shaven cunt and he slowly moved his hands into the same area to spread me wider. I laid in that position for many minutes as he continued to lick and bite my body. He worked his fingers into my pussy and I could feel the pressure building in my body as I crept toward orgasm. When I knew that I was incredibly close I reached down and began to finger myself wildly as Sam continued to suck and kiss my thighs. I could feel my hips begin to buck uncontrollable as my body had spasm after spasm. At one point I noticed that Sam had stopped his kissing me and was just leaning back and enjoying the view of my body in full orgasm. 

“If you want, you can cum on my face again,” I gasped. I wasn’t sure at this point who was repaying whom for what favors but I knew Sam probably had a major hard-on after my little show. He quickly crawled from between my legs and straddled my body so that he was looking straight down on me while sitting on my stomach. I could see his cock right in front of me with his face in the background. He was hard and he began to pound his erection as I gently encouraged him with words and groans. It took only a few minutes for him to reach orgasm again and I felt the warm sperm shower the right side of my face. At that moment I knew exactly how I wanted the night to end. Without speaking to Sam, I stood up and moved toward the door, the hall and my own bedroom. I was moving toward my true love, Jim, while covered with Sam’s cum down one side of my face. I entered the room and quickly laid next to Jim as he moved to make room for me.

“Sam got one side of my face, Jim, and I want you to get the other. I will tell you what Sam did to me while you masturbate over me. Come quick, honey. I want to feel your cum and I want to know it is mixing with his and that it’s all because of your sexy Candi.”

Jim quickly knelt beside me and I explained how Sam had positioned me and helped me orgasm. I spoke slowly until I could see the pace of Jim’s hand motion quicken. I tried to time my explanation of Sam’s orgasm with Jim’s and I wasn’t off by more than a few seconds. I laid on the bed, eyes closed, heart beating fast, covered in salty goo, knowing that I was loved by this terrific man and lusted after by his equally terrific friend. I felt love. I tasted love. I was having a weekend of awakening and I also knew there was more to come. 

Day 3 to follow – if there is interest



Weekend Getaway Day 03



Thanks to everyone who has offered constructive criticism and supportive feedback. This story can be read on its own. However, people interested in what brought me to this point should start with “WG – Day One” and read about the previous two days.

I know that I’ve told you that I sleep really well when I am near the ocean, but as I fell asleep that Saturday night I was essentially passing out from physical and mental exhaustion. The images of that night – the images of my Jim and one of his best friends, Sam, touching me and cumming because of me – were difficult to forget and I fell into a fitful sleep that I knew would mean awakening again in the middle of the night. So it was not a surprise when I jolted out of a dream around 4 am and looked around the bedroom that we had taken over for the weekend. Jim seemed to be sound asleep at my side so I made it a point to remain still as my mind began to race again. 

I suppose one might think that I was ashamed of my activities. I had bounced back and forth between the bedrooms of these two men is search of pleasure, both given and received. But I felt no shame. I felt pride. And that deep sense of satisfaction and pride drove my thoughts forward. After all, I wasn’t a teenager who might choose to do things on a whim or because of an extra glass of wine. I had chosen to help Sam on Friday night and I had been with both men sexually on Saturday (but not together, one at a time) because of MY decision. I had pleased them (of that I was sure) and they had pleased me so there was no sense of shame or regret as I lay there in the dark. On the contrary, my thoughts were riveted on replaying the scenes in my head and inevitably my thoughts also turned to the future. 

Sunday lay ahead of us and I could take the weekend as far as I wanted. The one nagging thought I had, though, was Jim’s reaction to my escapades. It is one thing to say that it is okay for your girlfriend to be with another man and another to see her returning to your bed with his seed running into her eyes. I knew that there was the potential for major regret on Jim’s part after the fact, despite his consoling words of the day before. I had to know what he was thinking so I turned and buried my body against his in hopes of awakening him. 

It didn’t take long before my movements and caresses brought him out of his sleep. I particularly loved it when he woke up next to me and came back to reality at the sight of me. I could usually tell how much he loved me by the way he reacted subconsciously to the awareness that this was his life and that I was his girl. I watched him closely that night to see if his initial, uncontrolled reaction to the sight of me would change. Thankfully it did not as he smiled sweetly and reached his right arm around me. “Hey, baby, are you having trouble sleeping?” he asked.

“I was just thinking about things. It’s been kind of a crazy weekend, huh?” I watched Jim closely. As his consciousness cleared and he conjured up the images from the night before he grinned broadly and pulled me to him. “I know that you said that you accepted my actions and everything, Jim, but I really love you – maybe now a lot more than I did two days ago – and I need to hear you say it again.”

There was a silence that I hadn’t expected and with my face resting against his chest I couldn’t see the expression on his face. I remember hearing my heartbeat and thinking it was getting louder in the dark silence. I caught my breath as he began to speak.

“Candi, will you marry me? That’s how accepting I am of everything you did, everything that you do and everything that you are going to do. I don’t want a wife or a lover who is soft and gentle and predictable. I want my life to be full of fun and change and experiences. I want to wake up every day and wonder what exciting thing will happen to me by the time I go to bed. I want to feel like I did when I was ten years old and it was the first day of summer. I want my life, I want OUR life, to be a series of endless possibilities. I need a strong, loving woman and I thank the heavens that I have found her. I am not going to let you go, unless you decide you must and even then it will be a fight to the death.”

I knew that this was not a for-real, down-on-one-knee, ring-in-hand proposal from Jim, but rather a statement of commitment and acknowledgement that the other type of question would be popped at some appropriate time in the future. However, being a woman, I had to make sure. “Oh no you don’t, buddy. Where’s the wine? Where’s the fancy jewelry box? Where’s the seven-course meal?” We both laughed. “You’re going to have to do a lot better than that to get me to the altar, you loser.”

I lifted my head and kissed Jim passionately. I could feel his erection below me and I lifted one leg over him so that he could slide into me. Our act had none of the frenzy of the previous nights but it somehow underlined the commitment that we had just discussed and the direction that we both knew our love was rapidly heading towards. It was the kind of lovemaking that you can only have with a serious partner – steady, comfortable, with an accent on the love and a disregard for the making. After a few minutes I felt Jim stiffen slightly beneath me but his orgasm lacked the intensity of the previous evening for obvious reasons. We settled back into a hug and shared the silence for a while.

“Candi, I talked to Sam yesterday and he mentioned your concern about his saying anything about this weekend. He assured me that it would remain confidential.”

Now, I am not naïve enough to know this was true. At some point, in about twenty years, I would hope that Sam would regale a group of strangers about the events of the weekend. I hoped that he would mention me obliquely and remember me fondly as he detailed his thoughts, feelings, and actions. I hoped that he would treat the memory of me kindly. But I wanted him to keep the story for sometime down the road. I wanted his silence for the time being so that Jim and I could continue our life’s journey together without the interference of others, well-intentioned or not. The sincerity of Sam’s words, as related by Jim, rang true.

Jim continued as if he were reading my mind. “I mean I am sure that he will have to say something about it to someone down the road. It’s a great story. But I know he will keep our confidence and our anonymity. He promised me and I trust him.” The odd thing was that I trusted Sam as well. When I was with him last night he was scoring very high on my personal sincerity meter and that is a tough lie detector test to beat. As our bodies touched the previous night, I felt that in some way Sam actually loved me – not in the way that Jim did with lifelong commitments on the horizon, but in a way that made me know he was pleased not just sexually but emotionally. I trusted Sam and in that trust I began to form an idea for what the third day of our weekend getaway would bring. My questions had been answered by Jim and my consciousness began to slip away, to be replaced by sweet dreams of the future, both near and far.

Sunday began the way Saturday had. The sky was a piercing blue and the temperatures were in the high seventies but there was a report of approaching clouds so we threw our belongings together and hustled off to the beach. Sam had given me a sweet kiss on both cheeks when I first saw him and there was no sense of any awkwardness between the three of us. Once we had established our territory on the beach, Sam took off for more windsurfing and Jim and I just made small talk and watched the other people. It was not as crowded as the day before and it was fun to watch all the little kids play in the ocean and think of how all the big kids had played the night before. Around one o’clock, the darker clouds began to amass offshore and the temperature started to drop. Sam had still not returned from the other side of the beach so I thought it was a good time to talk privately with Jim.

“Jim, you know that last night I did not allow Sam to enter my body.” My phrasing was deliberate – with Jim it was making love, with Sam it would have been entering my body. “What if at some time in the future I allowed things to go a little further with him. I want to make sure that you won’t have a problem.”

“As long as I know about it, Candi, and you are not sneaking off to do it behind my back, don’t even think twice about it. I accept your independence. I want your love but I don’t want to own you. You are a sexy woman who drives me wild with desire and things like this only fuel that feeling. How does that song go – ‘I just want to hold you, I don’t want to hold you down?’ ” He waited for a minute to see if I wanted to say anything. I didn’t, so he continued. “Is there a reason for bringing this up now, Joy?” Jim smirked at me at the use of his pet name for me. It seemed that Joy was becoming my alter ego in this ever expanding weekend of revelations. “Has Joy got some plans floating around in her head?”

I did but they were not defined as they had been the night before. I needed to have control on Saturday. Having generated that control over the situation, I now felt I could turn some of the reins back to Jim and Sam. My plans involved their plans, but I didn’t want to reveal them just yet. “I might,” I said before adding, “It depends on how willing my victims might be.” And just as I made that remark, Sam appeared about forty yards away on his windsurfer, bearing down on our little stretch of beach. We watched him hit the edge of the water and pull the board onto the sand. 

“It looks like it may get nasty this afternoon,” he said. “Those clouds are looking to put an end to our weekend.” Although he hadn’t intended it, Sam’s words struck at each of us as the thought of the weekend’s termination swarmed into our minds. The words hung in the air as heavily as the approaching rainclouds and I felt it was up to me to lighten the mood.

“Nonsense,” I said a little too loudly. “The weekend has just begun. I know we said that we were going to drive back tonight but couldn’t we stay another night and drive up early for work tomorrow. It’s only an hour drive.” I knew that what I had said to the boys and what I had indicated to the boys were two very different things. They glanced at each other as if in acknowledgement and then looked back at me. “Well, wouldn’t it be FUN if we had another night together in Rhode Island? I certainly think so.”

As if to prove that he could keep a silence, Sam just smiled and looked at me. Jim was the one who spoke and he did so ironically, “But what could we possible do for fun if a big rainstorm rolls in? How could we keep ourselves amused?” Now both of my companions had big smiles on their faces as they continued to look at me. I knew that I looked good in my bikini so I poured a little sand over my thighs to direct their eyes.

“Actually, I had an idea for the day,” I responded. “Since you two gentleman have been so nice to me, I thought that I would entertain you both together. I will do whatever you want (within reason), wherever you want, for as long as you want or as long as we can, whichever comes first. But we will have to make it a game. I want you guys to figure out a sexy scenario that we can act out so that it isn’t just slam, bam, thank you again, m’am. What do you say?” 

I looked at the two of them and noticed that Sam had stiffened considerably in his black trunks. He quickly sat down on the towel and adjusted himself in the process. I took that as a sign that they basically liked the idea. “I will go for a little walk down the beach and let you two fantasize for a while. I get veto power over your decision, but I’m sure you won’t disappoint me. Remember, though, this is your day. Don’t choose something because you think I might like it – choose something that will turn you on.” And with that I stood up and walked off towards the ocean without letting them say another word.

I was in control because I was letting them take control. I had an incredible feeling of strength mingled with an intensely feminine feeling of yielding. I had created this idea the night before while falling back asleep, but I hadn’t really thought about exactly what idea Jim and Sam might come up with. It was only as I was walking down the beach that I began those considerations. They had gone through their B-movie slasher phase so I didn’t think it would involve meathooks and masks. They had exhausted their high school hijinks stage so I was sure that whoopee cushions would not be mentioned or needed. I had a fair sense of Jim’s sexual tastes and I trusted that Sam’s would not be too aberrant, but the endless possibilities were what riveted me and I felt a small moistness develop between my legs as I continued on my walk. After about five minutes I turned and began the walk back. As I neared my towel, I could see that all conversation had ended as they watched my return.

“I take it from your expressions that you have come to some kind of meeting of the minds. What’s the game?”

“I think Sam should tell you,” said my lover Jim, “because it was essentially his idea – but I am totally supportive of it.”

Sam looked a little hesitant before he spoke but then the words came out in a rush. “I would like you….I mean, we would like you to be the entertainment at our own private bachelor party. We need you to entertain us with a slow, sexy striptease and then take care of the groom and the best man.” He looked at me and added, “I mean, is that the kind of thing that you were thinking of? Is that okay?”

Before answering Sam, I had to glance over at Jim. He had a huge grin on his face because we had played out similar scenarios between ourselves in the past. His expression told me that this was TRULY Sam’s fantasy even though it fit well with Jim’s and my own. I looked back towards Sam and decided to play this thing out a little bit.

“Let me get this straight. You want me to show up at the house as if I was a stranger, and then entertain you guys sexually. I’m not sure that I could do that. I mean, girls who do that kind of thing get paid a lot of money, don’t they?” The boys looked at each other as if to determine if were still talking fantasy or reality here. I just continued my speech. “First of all, I had no idea that this weekend would develop this way. So when I packed on Friday, I didn’t grab anything that would be suitable for a good strip show. So I think you guys are going to have to bankroll a little shopping spree for me.”

“That’s no problem,” Sam blurted before Jim could even speak.

“And then there’s the little matter of the entertainment cost. Now as the owner of Candi’s Bachelor Party Central, I have a number of girls who could do this kind of thing but I need to know more about your needs. Do you want a show suitable for presentation in an office where my girl goes down to her panties and bras? Or are you looking for something a little more intense? We can go topless, bottomless, with contact or without. In fact, our top of the line entertainer will be yours for the night, no questions asked. But that will cost you.”

Again, Sam was the quick respondent. “I think we want to go top of the line. What does that kind of thing cost?”

“Well, fellows, that’s a problem because if I were to name a figure then I could be liable for arrest in the state of Rhode Island for solicitation. I think that I can just trust you to each write out a little check for your entertainer’s clothes and time. You can even write a note in there with any special requests you may have. Just give me those envelopes back at the house and we’ll see if our best girl is available.”

“What’s her name?” Jim asked, but I could see from his expression that he already knew the answer.

“Our best girl?” I teased. “Her name is Joy – she brings it and she gets it. I am sure that you will find her acceptable.” As far as I was concerned the negotiations were over, so I began to collect my belongings and shake out the towel. One last thought occurred to me, though. “Oh, there’s just one thing about Joy. She won’t do anal.” I looked directly at Sam as I said this and the initial shock of my words wore off as he gathered my true message. If I was telling him that I wouldn’t do anal, then I was also indicating that the prohibitions of the night before would be lifted and that I would now let him fuck me. I watched his eyes as his understanding deepened. There was a renewed life in his effort to get his windsurfer back to the car and get the three of us home. We hurried away from the clouds and we hurried back to what we knew would be an entertaining evening. Plus, I had some shopping to do.

I suppose that some readers may begin to think less of me at this point. With the involvement of money, the whole day could be construed in a different light. But believe me, I had never intended any “transaction” element to the day. The fact was that I truly had not packed any sexy clothes or underwear for the weekend. I suppose I could have worn the little miniskirt outfit that had started the hormones racing on Friday night but I was thinking more along the lines of lingerie and so it seemed reasonable to ask the boys for a little financial assistance. Sam, in particular, was reaping the benefit of my presence but I was not trying to be a woman for hire. I just wanted to look good as I experience my first threesome with men. (I had a few threesomes with women back in my experimental college days but that’s a story for another time.)

I took a quick shower and walked downstairs. Sam and Jim had camped out in the family room with the Red Sox game on. I noticed that the beers were beginning to flow. On the table in front of them were two envelopes which I quickly grabbed before giving both men a kiss. I didn’t open the envelopes until I parked at the mall. Jim had written me a check for $50 with a simple note: “I love you. Buy whatever you want and have fun tonight. I’m proud of you. Love, Jim.” I was shocked when I saw Sam’s check for $200. He had enclosed a longer message: “Candi, I can’t believe how great this weekend has been. I want you to use the enclosed for anything you desire (although I do love black nylons very much – hint, hint). Get an entire outfit including shoes. If there is any money left feel free to buy a vibrator. I can’t wait to see you. Thanks again for everything. Sam.”

I wasn’t sure how to react to the size of Sam’s check. It was more than I imagined he would give and I felt a little guilty but the guilt was soon replaced by rational thought. If Sam wanted me to go a little crazy while shopping it was just so that we could all go a little crazy later. I decided to spend whatever I wanted and return the remaining money to him. A rebate from an adult entertainer, I thought, what a novel idea.

At this point I was fully in my Joy persona. The excitement that I knew was coming later fueled my emotions and I could feel an extra strut in my walk as I headed towards the mall and the Victoria’s Secret that I knew was there. I was looking good and I was feeling good and there were two men waiting for me back at the house. I was going to entertain them in style. 

Sam’s idea of a black outfit was acceptable and I quickly found a complete set that I knew the boys would like: A black corset with matching panties, garter belt and stockings. I actually bought four pairs of thigh high stockings – two in black, one white and one red. Jim had always appreciated my legs (he said they were my best feature) and I envisioned future nights when I could surprise him with my purchases. I then found a shoe store where I pawed through the heels looking for something really slutty. I found a pair of black pumps with four inch heels and ankle straps. They were perfect and I was very pleased. Sam’s idea of a vibrator was preying on my mind but I was unfamiliar with the area and didn’t know exactly where to go. The female clerk in the shoe store was very beautiful and looked hip so I thought I would engage her in conversation and see if she could help.




Weekend Getaway Day 03



“Do you think my boyfriend will like these?” I asked as I showed her the shoes. “He wanted me to buy something sexy.”

“You’ll be lucky to have them on for more than five minutes,” she responded. “He’s probably going to knock you down and attack you as soon as he sees them. What is it about guys and fuck-me shoes? It’s like waving a red flag at a bull.”

We both laughed at her comments. She was exactly as I thought she would be. Without hesitation I asked for her help. “I was wondering if you knew where an adult boutique is around here. My boyfriend actually asked me to go and buy a few sex toys and I don’t know the area very well.”

She grinned at me even harder. “Well, you DO have a big evening planned. I’m jealous. But I’ll be happy to help you out. I know just where to send you.” She couldn’t have been nicer as she gave me directions. I was almost tempted to brag about the two men that I would be entertaining but I stopped myself. I paid for the shoes and headed off to make my last purchase.

Her directions were perfect and I soon found myself outside a bookstore that entitled itself Amazing. I hoped my night would match this name. As I entered the store the four or five men in the store looked up and glanced at me. I suppose it wasn’t shocking to see a woman enter alone but I had never been in that position before. I could hear the muted sound of a porno film playing in a booth down the right corridor of the building. I walked through the racks of tape boxes and found a wall full of vibrators in the back of the store. I could feel the wetness that had been between my legs since I had begun my shopping spree begin to spread as I viewed the many selections and thought of how they could be employed. It was fun to visualize the possibilities. After due deliberation, I decided to once again overdo it a little. I bought a tapered six inch silver vibrator as well as a plastic non-vibrating oversized dildo. I had never used such a thing and I wasn’t sure if I could even get it past my lips it was so large, but I figured the boys had asked for a show and I was going to give them their money’s worth - literally. I thought about buying a video as well but decided that I was the only entertainment that they would need that night. I paid for my purchases (including batteries) while ignoring the attempt by the clerk to catch my eye. I never did go for tobacco-stained poor white trash with missing teeth.

When I arrived back at the house, I decided to adopt my role of Joy fully and immediately. Although I parked in the back by the kitchen, I walked around to the front door with my shopping bags hanging from my arms. I rang the doorbell and waited for the response. When Jim opened the door, I spoke before he could say anything.

“Hello, my name is Joy and I’m here to join the bachelor party. Who’s the lucky groom?”

“That would be me,” Jim said after a moment of confusion. “There are just the two of us. I’m Jim and my best man is Sam. C’mon in.”

I walked into the family room and tried to imagine how a real stripper would act. I suppose the first thing was to set up an area for our play. “This is a nice room for your party,” I said, “but we are going to have to move a few pieces of furniture. I need an area to dance in. You might also want to bring down a few blankets and pillows. That hardwood floor can be tough on the knees. You could light some candles if you wanted. Make sure you have enough drinks and what have you. I need to go change. Can I head upstairs?”

“Sure,” Jim said. “Would you like something to drink?”

In my state of ever increasing excitement, I hadn’t really considered the issue of alcohol. I certainly didn’t need a drink to lift any inhibitions but I also knew it wouldn’t hurt. “A large glass of Vodka,” I said. “I’ll take it with me.” While Jim went into the kitchen to fix my drink, I had a moment alone with Sam. I couldn’t help but tease him a little more. I grabbed the black bag from the Amazing store and handed it to Sam. “I understand that you made a special request to my boss, Candi. I believe I should put you in charge of these. I’m not sure how we will use them but I’m sure that you will help me figure that out.” Sam looked a little embarrassed as he grabbed the bag but it was his fantasy so the embarrassment soon dissipated. He looked in the bag and his eyes widened as he saw the size of the dildo. He remained silent.

Once upstairs I took a long time getting ready. I truly had a captive audience downstairs and I wanted to make sure I looked outrageous for them. The first thing I did was go to the bathroom and examine my pussy. I shave it periodically (Jim’s preference) but I knew there was a light frosting of hair down there. I ran the shower quickly and got moist. I then perched on the edge of the sink and very carefully made myself as smooth as I could. Of course, as all women know, the other advantage of shaving yourself is that you need to pull the skin tightly to get it right and so your fingers play around your mound in delightful ways. I could feel my pussy oozing its wetness, a wetness that had started hours earlier. 

After cleaning up and drying off, I slowly draped myself in my new outfit. The corset was a very snug fit and it lifted my breasts so that they appeared larger. The extra-long stockings came up high on my thighs and the garter belt wasn’t really necessary but it provided that kinky look. I put the panties on over the garter belt to provide easy removal and access. As I strapped on my shoes, I knew that I was a vision that Jim and Sam would remember for a long time. I needed one last thing to complete the look and I knew it was in my sister’s closet (it was her house that we were in for the weekend). Before going there, however, I went and checked on the boys.

“Are you ready for me?” I shouted down the stairs. “I hope I haven’t taken too long.”

“Take all the time you need,” Jim yelled back. 

“Get me another drink, too, please. And pick out some good music.”

“That’s all set.” Jim and I had similar taste in music – classic rock tunes wth upbeat tempo so I knew that I would like his selections.

I headed back to the master bedroom and the closet. Towards the back was the item that I was looking for – a full-length mink coat that my mother had given my sister years earlier. Its glossy blackness was a perfect complement to my outfit and I examined myself in the mirror. Looking into my own eyes, I smiled and said aloud, “Off you go, Joy. Another adventure.”

The reader will excuse me if I don’t give a step-by-step analysis of my dancing that night. It is hard to recreate that kind of detail for you. Instead I will tell you my general impressions of the early evening. First of all, the boys applauded for me as I descended the stairs and entered the room. There was subdued lighting and they had indeed cleared out an area for my dancing in front of the couch where they both sat. I walked over to them and gave them both a kiss of thanks before locating my drink and taking a healthy swallow. My first glass of vodka had been consumed upstairs so I suppose I must have started to feel the effects at this point but it was hard to separate out the many components that were creating the intense sexual excitement in my entire being. 

Jim began the music and I can’t recall what song was played, but it was good for dancing and I went from a swaying motion to gentle gyrations in front of Jim and Sam. I couldn’t help but look at their laps and I could see erections already. Like me, they probably had been aroused for most of the afternoon in anticipation. At some point in that dance, I removed the coat so they could get a look at the result of their generosity. “Well, fellows, was it money well spent?” Their answers were obvious.

As the second song began I started to play with my breasts and did more stooping and bending so that Jim and Sam could see me from different angles. Jim and I had been in a few strip clubs before so I tried to mimic the moves that I had seen there. I know that my memory of my dancing is probably much better than what I actually looked like, but the boys were kind enough to encourage me periodically and tell me how beautiful I looked. A woman always likes to hear that she is beautiful, but it particularly pleasing when she is standing nearly naked in front of two men that she would like to fuck. I took their words at face value and continued to tease them with my efforts. 

By breasts were now free from the corset as I had pulled it down slightly and I moved close to the men. I moved so close in fact that for a few moments they were both kissing and sucking on my tits. I eventually pulled back from this because it felt too good. I wanted things to proceed slowly. During a break between songs (Jim was changing the tapes), I removed my panties and quickly rubbed my slit. It was truly the wettest I had ever been before sex and I knew that my lips were very much apart. The boys would have a visual treat.

The next song was “Take me to the River” by the Talking Heads (one of Jim’s favorite oldies) and as it’s powerful bass beat kicked in, I became really lost in the moment. I danced towards the couch and squatted down in front of Jim and Sam. By leaning back on my hands I was allowing them an unobstructed view of my wet pussy. I stayed down below them for about a minute. I then stood and turned before opening my legs and bending over completely. I was wide open about two feet from them and I could see their grins as I looked back between my legs. I resumed dancing for the rest of the song but I could feel the liquid that had escaped my vagina drip down the inside of my leg. 

Jim was calling for a floor show and that was fine with me so I pulled a blanket over in front of them and laid down on the floor. The music was inconsequential now (it was a slower tune that I can never remember the name of) and I could finally begin to play with myself and release some of the pent up anxiety. I closed my eyes and pulled my lips apart for the boys. I rubbed myself, first from above and then from below by reaching under my ass. It felt great to just lay back, but at one point I did rise up to my knees facing away from the couch so that they would have another view of my body. The boys were cheering me on and I was overwhelmed by the intense sexuality of the moment. I was hot. I was wet. I was loved. And I was going to have pleasure that I had never experienced.

As I laid back down, Jim threw me a pillow and asked me to put it under my ass so as to raise my hips and improve their view. I eventually put two pillows under me. Sam handed me the silver vibrator and I put it on high speed and let it roam around my body for a while. Eventually though I let it linger on my clitoris and it wasn’t long before my body absolutely exploded in orgasm. It wasn’t a release, though, it was a shattering sensation that took my roaring sexuality even higher. I wanted Jim and Sam next to me immediately and when I told them that, my voice was frantic and high-pitched. Both men quickly tore off their clothes. Jim was first to reach me and he moved in and kissed my face and told me quietly that he loved me. Sam went between my legs and began to slurp at my pussy. I use the word slurp because I was so wet at this point that I am sure he felt like he was at a water fountain. His efforts just increased my flow but he apparently enjoyed the taste of me because he remained squarely between my legs with his tongue probing up my slit. Jim moved to the side of me and rose up so that I could suck his cock by turning my head. 

I loved the familiarity of the moment (Jim in my mouth) contrasting with the novelty of the moment (another man between my leg). I pulled back from Jim slightly so I could grant the permission that needed to be verbalized. “Fuck me, Sam” I moaned and immediately focused once again on Jim’s prick. With my eyes closed, I couldn’t see but could only feel Sam slip easily into my body. He was completely hard and I could feel him thrust deeply and easily because of the aroused nature of my body. I knew that the boys would be quick to cum because of their prolonged anticipation so I wasn’t surprised when Sam’s strokes increased in intensity until finally he stiffened above me and seemed to collapse against the left side of my neck. My face was still turned to the right where Jim’s cock was. Sam was whispering his thanks and kissing my neck. 

I pushed Jim away from me and asked him to fuck me. Sam slipped out of me and laid beside me which allowed Jim to enter my gaping, slippery hole. Jim reached underneath me and wrapped his hands under my thighs. This allowed him to pull me even farther apart while simultaneously pulling me upwards toward his cock. I turned my face to kiss Sam while Jim continued to thrust into me. I was on autopilot at this point. If there was a cock around me I was going to suck it. If there was a face around me I was going to kiss it. If there was a man between my legs, I was going to fuck him. Jim rammed me harder and I knew he was about to cum. When he finally did, he pulled me toward him and stopped his thrusts. I could feel the pulsing eruptions deep inside me and I turned away from Sam and back towards Jim. He had a look of pure excitement on his face and I whispered, “I love you” to him. 

When his orgasm stopped and he began to catch his breath, Jim laid back down beside me and I reached down to feel myself. I was sopping wet and the smell of sex hung heavily around the three of us. My lips were wide open and I remembered the other sex toy that I had bought with Sam’s money. I had just experienced multiple orgasms and yet I felt like making myself cum again. I asked Sam about the other toy and he stood up and walked over to the couch where he had stashed it. It looked even bigger than it did in the store but I knew that I was wet enough and spread enough to handle it. 

I slowly eased the tip of the dildo into my pussy and began rotating it around with my hands. Jim and Sam were both laying next to me while leaning up on their elbows so they could watch my efforts. I closed my eyes and focused on the feeling of the huge plastic prick entering me. I wasn’t sure how much of it was in me but I knew that my body had adapted to the size and could accommodate even more. By twisting it in like a screw I managed to get most of the monstrous device into me. “God, I’ve never been this wet,” I said to the boys as they continued to watch me. Jim reached over and grabbed the silver vibrator and gently put it on my clitoris. The sensation it created, along with the sense of being completely full inside my pussy, was driving me towards another orgasm. Jim worked the vibrator a little harder and I could feel Sam move on my left so that his cock was resting near my chin. I turned slightly and took his soft but stiffening cock in my mouth. 

I closed my eyes and focused on the feelings throughout my body – my mouth, my pussy, and my clitoris were all sending dramatic pronouncements of ecstasy to my brain. I was heading towards the cliff of pleasure and I was loving every minute of it. With one last thrust of my pelvis up towards the vibrator in Jim’s hand and one final twist of the artificial cock in my pussy, the ultimate orgasm was achieved and I rocked in delightful spasms. I don’t know how long I twitched but it must have been for thirty or forty seconds. I continued to suck Sam’s cock for the entire time. It was only when I began to exit this dreamlike trance and become reacquainted with reality that I finally felt Sam slip out of my mouth.

I’m sure we spoke during those next few minutes but I couldn’t remember the words. There was a lot of thanking going on and some gentle touching and grabbing but I was focused on my body as it slowly returned to normal. I felt like there were ripples of energy shooting from my skin. My body was like a tuning fork that echoed again and again. It was an incredible moment and my meager words here cannot do it justice.

We slowly achieved some semblance of normal existence that evening. We gathered ourselves enough to get new drinks and wash up a little. I knew that Jim and Sam wanted me to keep my outfit on so I purposely walked around with everything on except the panties. My heels clicked authoritatively on the hardwood floor as I walked around. We grabbed some shrimp cocktail and we laid on the floor for a long time, just drinking and talking. It was a tremendous experience for me because it all remained so normal. I thank Jim and Sam from the distance of the years for making it such a wonderful evening without any psychological baggage. 

By ten o’clock we were all incredibly tired but I think we all wanted to make love once more. I raised the issue to them by asking a question. “Does anyone have any special requests for Joy? I think I need a little more loving before bed.”

Sam and Jim became thoughtful but I was not surprised when Sam was the first one to speak. “Candi, I mean Joy, I have some great images of you burnt into my brain. But one of the best is the image of Friday night when I watched you and Jim fucking outside near the tree. I would love to fuck you again in that same position.”

“That’s fine with me,” I answered. “It will be kind of a bookend closure to the weekend. But first I better make you hard.” So I leaned over and pulled down the boxers that Sam had put on. I grabbed the base of his cock and starting rolling it around my tongue. It didn’t take long for Sam to become erect. When I felt he was ready, I rose on my spike heels and stood next to the arm of the couch. I leaned forward and braced myself as Sam moved behind me. He touched my pussy and then slowly guided his cock into me. I shifted my legs further apart to make his entry easier and he began the slow, steady motion. I was wet again within seconds although I knew my body was not as wide and as wet as it had been earlier. Sam began to pound into me a little harder as he grasped the top of my hips. 

I asked Jim to come to the couch and he turned sideways so that he was facing me. I leaned lower and took his hard prick in my mouth – obviously watching me in this position had been inspiring him. Sam’s thrusts drove my mouth forward onto Jim’s cock and we developed a nice steady rhythm for a while. However, as Sam continued to drive into me, I began to feel unsteady on my legs. I tried to stop sucking Jim to get my bearings but he was apparently very close to cumming again. He reached up and pulled my head down onto his cock. 

I could feel Sam controlling my lower body as he continued to drive into me. I could feel Jim controlling my upper body as he continued to fuck my face. I am not sure if it was simultaneous but if not, it would have taken a photo finish to determine the first to cum. Sam’s cock shot hot fluid deep into my vagina while Jim coated the inside of my mouth with his offering. I was a willing puppet accepting their pasty white offering and again I was loving every vital moment. Sam held me in that position, his hips tight against my ass, for a few moments before he finally slipped out of me so that I could straighten up. I had swallowed all of Jim’s sperm so there was very little to clean up in the room. I was exhausted and content and I knew that my life had changed substantially in the 72 hours of that weekend. There were adventures to come, just as there had been adventures before. But as I walked up the stairs toward the bedroom, I knew that Joy and Candi could coexist in my being and that Jim loved me in a way that would set our relationship apart from most others. I have not been disappointed in that relationship since.

Thanks for the opportunity to set down these recollections. I have other stories to tell and perhaps a few will make it to Literotica.