2 comments/ 24310 views/ 4 favorites The Joy of Tantric Sex By: AngryWhiteSemen In many ways this was a beginning for us. Louisa has described her sexual adventures as a young woman in her 20s. Often these adventures would happen by accident. Her foursome in Madrid (on Literotica, under LouisaLove) is a classic example of partner-swapping which occurred because the four of them were all drunk and had to share a bedroom. Her lesbian tendencies showed then as well. I'm no innocent either, and once found myself in the wrong room with a friend's wife on a drunken night in Majorca 15 years ago. He wasn't bothered because he was next-door with my wife (now ex). These things happen, even in an otherwise 'straight' marriage. But Louisa and I only met a few years ago and until recently we had only slept with each other since the day we met. That doesn't mean we didn't push boundaries. From the first day I met Louisa sexual adventures have been high on the agenda. On the second day she turned up at my apartment having driven through Edinburgh wearing nothing but a coat. Another time, after we had moved in together, I came home for lunch and Louisa met me in a basque and stockings and teased me while I ate at the kitchen table, standing beside me wiggling her tits and pushing her wet crotch in my face. I was getting stiff and thinking of dragging her through to the bedroom. But then looking past her through the kitchen window I noticed a painter staring at us from an apartment opposite. We decided to put on a show and I took her from behind as she leaned over the kitchen work surface in full view of two strangers. The painter had called his mate over to watch as I thrust my 7 inches in and out of her gorged cunt while fondling her 34FF breasts. This was one of my early stories on Literotica. Exhibitionism is one thing, but, as a couple, we had never been with anyone else before the following story happened. We discussed having other partners often and long, with the laptop on the bedcovers while we explored swingers' sites. My rod would stiffen as we looked at provocative pictures of men, women and couples prepared to share themselves with us. Then Louisa would get turned on and start stroking my erection and the laptop would slide off the bed as we had mad, passionate sex. Often I invented situations as we explored each other's bodies. "Imagine this isn't my cock, it's someone else's. He has a wonderful body, but his dick is quite short." At this I would enter her and make half thrusts, never going near her G-spot, but making sure that I came far enough out for the tip of my cock to caress her clit briefly before each thrust. And I worked fast. If this guy was fit, then he would make up for his size with his speed and technique. She loved it and got near to orgasm. When I felt that, I faked a climax and withdrew saying "Oh shit, he came too soon", as she writhed in semi-ecstasy. "But there is another man here with a bigger cock and he knows you want it." Louisa entered the spirit of the fantasy. "Oh, yes, yes. Screw me deep and long." With that I plunged inside her so hard that she screamed and yelled "Too big, too big." So I eased back and took long deep thrusts, playing with her erect nipples. By now her cunt was very slippery. "That's not the big guy playing with your nipples, it's another guy who wants to join in. Imagine that, there's a big guy easing in your cunt, another playing with your nipples and the little guy is stroking your hair and kissing you." With that I put my mouth over hers and locked her hungry tongue with mine, all the time fondling her breasts and thrusting long and deep and slow. The effect was electric. She started with a deep moan from somewhere low down inside, more animal than human. Then the moans quickened and became higher as her body began to buck faster and faster. Then she squeezed my cock tight in her cunt and pushed me off yelling "Oh God, Oh God, Oh God". It was all I could do not to cum. I hastily withdrew, because I had more sex in mind. I looked into her eyes, which were far away in the story-land I had conjured up for her. "Turn over." I commanded. "Oh no, I can't." "But there's one guy who hasn't had you yet." "Who?" She had a laugh in her voice now. "The guy who played with your breasts and helped you to ecstasy. He's got a hard cock and wants to feel those lovely juices pouring out of your cunt and spreading over your mount." "So long as I don't have to do anything." Saying this, she rolled over onto her front on the bed and spread her legs apart showing her pert bum and revealing her swollen cunt. I put a pillow under her belly to raise her slightly and started to stroke my hard, smooth tip up and down her beautiful receptive mound, going all the way from her clit, past her swollen pussy-lips, right up to her bottom hole. Louisa doesn't like anal, but she does like to be tormented there. Her bum contracted each time I reached the hole and each time I brushed back down to her clit, she shivered. "No, it's too sensitive." "Don't be selfish. This guy is gasping for you." I continued caressing her pussy with the tip of my cock until her whole body began to shake and with her hips moving up and down in a quick rhythm she said, "I want it. I want cock." With that, I thrust myself into her wide, dripping cunt and leaned over, cupping her full left breast in my hand, while pushing my right hand under her and tickling her clit. My mouth nibbled her ear and I began to slide in and out of her, as she began to moan again. I listened to the rhythm of her moans and matched my thrusts just slightly slower, so that she gasped for the next entry. "No, no, I can't take any more." She was pleading, but I knew what she wanted. "Don't be selfish, Louisa." I could feel her wriggle to try to get away, but with my body on her, my arms wrapped around her and her clitoris pulsating with my movements, there was nowhere to go. I knew she was close and started to thrust faster. "Go baby, go baby, go." I never call her 'baby', so this added to the illusion that it was someone new. I stopped suddenly and withdrew slightly. "No, no, don't stop. Take me, take me." I pulled my hands away and grabbed her hair with one while grasping her hip with the other and started riding her fast. She let out a muffled cry. "No, no. No", and then faster and louder, "Yes, Yes, Yes, Yes..." Her cunt convulsed around my penis as she completely lost control and came for a second time. This time I couldn't hold myself and shot my load deep into her. The mixed juices spread out over her bum and my cock and balls and left a wet pool on the bedcover. We lay exhausted for a while, neither speaking. Louisa was short of breath. Eventually, I broke the silence. "The thought of having other guys ride you really turns you on, doesn't it?" "Most girls fantasize about that", she replied. "But you have been there before, haven't you? When you lived in Madrid, you had a foursome, and you told me you enjoyed it." "But that just happened and I wasn't with you. Anyway, I don't like the thought of you with another woman." She snuggled close into me. "So, you would be OK with another man?" "I'm not saying that." She sounded sleepy. "But you're not saying no to it either." No reply. I could hear her gentle shallow breathing as she passed into a deep slumber. I lay there, awake, and looked at the ceiling. I wondered why it was that the thought of other men turned her on and why it turned me on, while she couldn't imagine the other way around. Then I had an idea. Louisa is very spiritual. I had seen a site for Tantric Sex advertised and Valentine's day was coming up. It was on a Sunday. I decided to book her a session. I looked up the website and found that the place was only a short tram-ride away from where we were living at the time (in Melbourne, Australia). There were a lot of options, mainly for women to show men "The Tantra", which seemed to be mainly about how a man could learn pleasure a woman by practising on one of the many young bodies pictured. I must admit, I was tempted to book us separate sessions, but I wanted to see Louisa enjoying her gift so I booked a session with Sheba, described as "a God amongst men, capable of demonstrating to women or couples the Joys of the ancient rites of Tantra." Of course, I took this description with a pinch of salt. Like most men, I can't believe in that sort of spiritual nonsense, but Louisa, as with most of her gender, laps it all up and can even tell you the seven Chakras. Still, the description suggested that the woman would have a heavenly experience and the man would take the first steps in understanding his partner's sexuality more deeply. So I signed us up. As the day got closer, I was feeling nervous. Louisa thought we were going out for a Valentine's lunch, but she didn't know about the aperitif I had planned. What if I'd gone too far? It felt a bit clinical. But surely it brought together so many aspects of her personality. On Saturday 13th, the morning before we were due to go she was sitting in bed having fun reading Literotica (I thought), while I made us breakfast in bed (Bloody Marys to get over our hangovers from Friday night). She asked if I'd bought her a gift for Valentine's Day. "Of course, but I'm not telling you what." She's the kind of girl who pokes and shakes Christmas presents to guess what's in them before the day. "It's just that I've seen this Tantric Sex place and there's a guy called Sheba who sounds like he knows what he's doing. I would have liked that." My face smiled in relief before I could control it. Her look changed to one of astonishment and anticipation."Is that what you've got me?" There was no getting away from it. "Yes." "Fantastic. Come here, lover-boy." She put the computer down and pulled me on top of her. "Come and get your reward." On Valentine's day, we were both quite excited, but strangely quiet. A Melbourne February afternoon was just heating up when we left the house. Louisa was looking very sexy in her tank top with a lightweight jacket and a short skirt. She never wears panties with a skirt. As we sat down in the tram, my mind was racing. How would I react seeing another man all over her? It's easy to get turned on by imagining your wife with another man, but what would it really be like? What if he wasn't all over her but just kept telling me what to do? Would I be any good at it? Louisa told me she was having similar thoughts as the tram approached our destination. There was a man opposite who kept re-positioning himself to see if her legs really were naked all the way to her cunt. But unusually, Louisa didn't notice and didn't do any provocative leg-crossing or skirt-hitching. She really was nervous. We got off in a busy up-market shopping street. It seemed an unlikely setting for a Tantric sex studio. Louisa kept trying to look in the shop windows we passed at the shoes (especially red) and the outfits. I had to remind her that we were booked for 1pm. "You can shop when we come out." We turned up a lane and found the entrance to a stair which looked a bit neglected. The ground floor had a Doctor's clinic, but the entrance to the Tantra place was on the first floor. Sheba opened the door himself and welcomed us in, taking our jackets. He showed us along a corridor with rooms off. The corridor was dim, with dark walls and a deep red Persian carpet on the floor. Some of the rooms were open and showed silk and wool hangings and mattresses on the floor. "It seems very quiet", I ventured. "Valentine's day." He replied, "We have a big couples' class taking place in the gym over the road. Everyone else has gone there to help out." I had no idea it was so popular. After climbing a few steps into another corridor he showed us into a room on the right which had green, gold and red wall hangings. The only furniture was two chairs and a small table by an old fireplace. There was a very large mattress on the floor, covered in soft fabric and overlaid with 3 or 4 bath towels. Louisa and I stared at this then exchanged glances. This was where it would all happen. Suddenly it felt very real. Sheba asked our names and warned us that many people find that when it actually happens or even part way through, many people panic and want to stop. "You must feel that you can do that at any stage, either of you. Don't wait for the other." Sheba was dark skinned and his accent puzzled me. His English was faltering and he didn't speak a lot. He was about an inch shorter than me and didn't seem to conform to the description on the web. He turned to Louisa. "I'd like you to undress and put on this robe. I will go and prepare, I'll be back in 5 minutes." With that, he left us alone. Louisa looked at me. "Are you OK with this?" I felt a strange mix of excitement and nervousness. "I'm OK, I think, but what about you? He doesn't seem up to much." "Oh, you're wrong about that. I can feel the erotic sensuality coming from him. I can practically smell it. Feel me." She pulled my hand between her legs and as it rode up her short skirt to her uncovered mound I could feel the wet juices forming on the lips of her slightly-swollen cunt. "Anyway, I'd better undress." Apart from the skirt, all Louisa had on now was a plunging top and uplifting bra, so this only took 30 seconds. She put on the silk robe and loosely tied the waist. Sheba appeared moments later, also clad in a light robe and knocked politely on the half-open door before coming in. He asked me to sit and watch and pointed to one of the two chairs while he moved to the centre of the room. "Come to me," he commanded. Louisa slowly took the three steps over to him. He ran his hands down her arms and then lifted and spread them out, before drawing his hands down her body to her waist. I watched, intent, almost afraid to breathe. Then he pulled her body against his, holding her close, and said, "Put your arms around me". Louisa did as she was asked and I watched as my sexy wife and this new man held each other close for a full minute while he stroked her hair and ran his other hand down her spine. Sheba then asked her to raise her head to the ceiling and spread her arms like wings. As she did so, the robe fell open and Sheba placed his hands on her neck, cupping her head. He slowly moved his hands down her soft neck towards her breasts and asked her to drop her arms again. Her robe fell to the floor and she was standing there, completely naked beside this stranger. I could feel a tent forming in my shorts. He slowly gazed at her body, from head to toe and then back. "You are beautiful." Then he let his own robe slide to the floor and, taking both hands, led her over to the mattress. I noticed that he was not naked, but wore skimpy briefs. Without ever letting go of her hand he asked her to lie face down on the mattress. Then he took a bottle of oil I hadn't noticed and began to rub it all over her body. He started with Louisa's shoulders and slowly worked his way down, always having at least one hand on her. I could see by Louisa's movements that she was enjoying every minute of this soft massage and her body responded with subtle little bucks as he passed over her buttocks and rubbed the oil between her legs. She was certainly enjoying it and any doubts I may have had about my reaction to seeing Louisa with another man were answered by the erect cock in my pants. I shifted myself to ease the discomfort. I felt incongruous, fully dressed in the room with my naked wife and her almost naked masseur. "Holding her right hand Sheba prompted "Roll yourself onto your back" and gently pulled Louisa towards him. The words were unnecessary. Louisa was already moving as if she could feel his every wish, like a ballroom dancer responding to her partner's light touches. Sheba applied oil to Louisa's neck and arms, then gently massaged her breasts while she gave out gentle sighs. As he worked his way over her abdomen and towards her crotch I could see by Louisa's no longer subtle movements that she was becoming very turned on. Sheba carefully avoided Louisa's shaved pussy and continued to apply oil all the way to her feet, spending time rubbing each of these in turn with both hands. All the while, Louisa's head lolled from side to side and the smile on her face showed that she was in ecstasy. My cock was bursting and I wanted to wank while I watched. As the voyeur in my own wife's love-making I thought I was going to blow it all in the first half-hour. I suddenly became aware that Sheba had stopped his quiet whispers to Louisa and was speaking to me. "I'm sorry, I didn't catch that." I felt like a fool. "Come over here and join us," he repeated. I got up and began to move. "Take your clothes off first," I panicked, embarrassed by my huge hardon "but leave your underwear on." I sighed in relief and removed my shoes, shorts and T-shirt. Louisa moved on to her left side while I was undressing. I know he hadn't spoken to her. He seemed to have a way of communicating with his body. "Lie on the other side of Louisa, Jeff. I want you to hold her head with your right hand and press her heart with you left hand and look into her eyes to re-assure her." I lay down as I was instructed and found myself staring into Louisa's eyes. They were wide open and the expression on her face was one of deep contentment mixed with wonder. I placed my hand on her heart and whispered, "You okay?" She smiled and nodded. Sheba lay close behind Louisa and began to caress her body. He moved his right hand over her right breast. I could feel it brush past mine and the effect was electric. We had a hand on each of Louisa's breasts. He worked his hand around for a while and then slowly slid it down over her abdomen. He continued down and began to run his smoothly-oiled hand over her swollen mount. Louisa's eyes widened and her body shivered as he brushed her clitoris. Her breathing became short and shallow. I couldn't see what he was doing but she told me afterwards that his finger flicked her clitoris better than any man or toy had ever done before. Her energy seemed to build and build and her body to twist and jump and within 5 minutes she became a bucking bronco. While one of my hands pressed firmly onto her chest and the other cradled her head she seemed to enter another world. Louisa's eyes became wide, wide open and her mouth was in a strange contorted shape as she made sounds I had never heard before. Not just animal sounds, as she had made with me before, but strange primitive sounds. Then she closed her eyes and appeared to sleep. "Hold her close." It was a command from Sheba. I wanted to hold her anyway, so I pulled her close and stroked her hair. Sheba continued to stroke her back and caress her thighs. Slowly, Louisa seemed to come back to this world and gave me a warm smile. My eyes were questioning how she felt. Her head nodded and her lips smiled. I knew she was fine with all of this. My cock was fit to burst out of the briefs which had seemed large enough when I bought them, but could no longer contain my expanding manhood. A pre-cum wet stain was evident. I expected that would be it, but Sheba had other plans. "You keep holding Louisa's head, but run your hand over her body." I started to move my left hand down her abdomen, but it was grabbed and gently moved to her side. "Not yet", he said. I slowly caressed her side from her arm to her hips. Meantime Sheba began to move his hand between Louisa's legs, parting them slightly and coming at her pussy-lips from behind. He slid his hand up and down the engorged space between Louisa's legs, sliding the mix of cum and oil round to her anus and back again, occasionally flicking a finger towards her clit or into her vagina. And Louisa was beginning to feel confident. She knew I had a hard-on and she had felt Sheba's brush up against her as he has worked his hand over her oiled body. She moved her left hand forward and rubbed my hardon through the cotton briefs. What I couldn't see was her right hand slowly running down over Sheba's abdomen to his hard cock, also covered by his briefs. The Joy of Tantric Sex Sheba took my left arm and moved it so that my hand lay on Louisa's clit. "Gently" was all he said, so I slowly rubbed my hand over her moist, erect clit. Meanwhile, Sheba continued to caress Louisa's vagina from behind, slowly spreading her juices over her crack and stimulating her anus before sliding back up and spreading her lips. I could feel Louisa's hand pump me more strongly and I responded by increasing the pressure on her clit. I could feel her body begin to buck again and pulled her head towards my chest as she suddenly eased off with her hand and arched her back pumping the air with her excited wet cunt. My cock was straining hard and the pressure of Louisa's hand was making me want to cum. It was only the presence of the other man in the room that prevented me. I would have been embarrassed to let go in front of this stranger, who could please my woman so well with his hands. As Louisa's deep panting lessened, Sheba excused himself from the room saying "I'll be back in a minute." Louisa pulled me to her. "I want you inside me. I need cock." She lay on her back. "But he'll be back in a minute." I lay on her, holding her close, my tented briefs leaning on her reddening clit. "He's good, isn't he? How does he stop himself from wanting to take you?" "He doesn't. Did you like my moist, oily hand on your penis?" "Oh, yes. Very yes!" "Well, what do you think my other hand was doing?" "Never!" "Yes. I could fell his hardness against my back, so I slipped my hand down and held it through his briefs. That's why he's gone out for a moment. His cock is trapped in those tight briefs." At that point we heard him opening the door. I slid off my wife's shining wet body and lay beside her, pecking her cheek gently in reassurance. So much was going on here, I was out of control and could only observe as these two highly-sexed people interacted with each other. I stole a glance over at Sheba's outline as he entered the room. He had changed into a looser pair of briefs, but there was no hiding the stiffness underneath. He lay behind Louisa again. "How are you both feeling about this? Are you both happy?" He looked over at me. "Delighted. It's wonderful." Louisa spoke very quickly in answer to his question. I mumbled something that sounded like, "yes", in response. I had thought that the session might be over, but Sheba had other ideas. "Now I want you to concentrate on her breasts." He placed a hand over her right breast and with the other lifted one of my hands onto her left breast, causing it to run spirals from the base of her tits slowly inwards to the centre copying the motion of his hand. Louisa was laid out, her glistening body naked from head to toe, her legs apart from when I had lain on top of her, her arms by her side, and two hands, one her husband's and the other a stranger's, making slow circles around her beautiful breasts as her erect nipples seemed to rise and point towards the ceiling. The candles around the room and the low bulb in the lamp on the table cast strange shadows and reflections on my wife's breasts and occasionally my hand would brush Sheba's as they met at Louisa's breastbone. She seemed completely angelic in a resting pose. I looked up at her face which seemed calm and serene as she stared emptily at the ceiling. Then she started to make soft moaning sounds. Sheba said, "It is time." He pulled my hand to make a figure of 8 across both of her breasts and I could see his hand move down her body until it reached her sopping mount. I brought myself up onto my elbow partly to make it easier to run the figure of 8 over my wife's hungry breasts, but also to better see what was happening over the rest of her body. I saw him fold his open hand over her mount and down under her, clearly reaching as far as her anus. He did this two or three times and on each occasion her cunt glistened more and more in the candlelight as the running juices from her deep, longing vagina mixed with the oils he had spread over her body. While transfixed on how much cum she had already produced from her wet hole, I noticed, from the corner of my eye a fiddling movement over by her hand which had lain motionless between Sheba and the side of her body since he came back. Before I could fully take in what was happening, I felt her hand on my cock. Not through the briefs this time, but wriggling under the elastic and grasping firmly with a warm, oiled hand. I quickly realised that the fiddling was my wife's other hand seeking out this stranger's cock, and now she had a cock in each hand, softly stroking them both up and down. I looked into her face and saw a quiet satisfied smile of joy. Afterwards, Louisa told me that this had been her most perfect moment, basking in the warmth and satisfaction of her two climaxes, holding a cock in each hand, one man caressing her breasts, while the other slowly ran his hand around her crotch, spreading the juices over her rampant love strip. Somehow, although the movements were less frenetic, the combination of so many of her erotic zones being stimulated simultaneously raised her into a strange state. My caressing hand felt her heart begin to pound harder and I pressed more firmly on her chest, keeping the movements of my hand still in a slow figure of eight. Sheba also pressed harder, allowing his fingers to slip in and out of her soaking wet cunt until her whole body gave a few jerks, her low moaning diminished and she lay staring at the ceiling, motionless for several minutes. Louisa told me that, at that point, she felt as if her soul had left her body and she was floating somewhere above the rest of the room. Her body was completely weightless. Her pleasure zones had somehow fused into one. Her heart had stopped and she no longer had any need to breath. She was in a perfect state of serenity with no feeling, no longing and no pain, somehow transformed into another dimension. I couldn't hear her breath and her eyes didn't move. I looked at her unblinking eyes which seemed to be seeing into the very reaches of space. Reality grounded me and panic was just beginning when Louisa suddenly took a deep, rasping breath and yelled out loudly, tears streamed down her face and she sobbed and whimpered. "That's the session over. I'll leave you now for 5 minutes," whispered Sheba. I don't mind admitting that I looked up at him in some wonder and felt inferior to this sexually powerful man who could take my wife to levels of sexual satisfaction that exceeded anything anyone had given her before, including myself. Sheba left the room and Louisa blinked her watering eyes and pulled me over onto her again. "That was amazing. I can't describe it. I was floating in another place." "He knows what he's doing. I'm impressed." My cock was painful from having been stretched erect for over an hour. It pressed against Louisa. "Put that inside me. I have a gaping wet hole than needs cock." I slipped my erection over the top of the briefs, pulling the band under my balls and sliding it into her. "I've never known you so wet, gorgeous. He is like a god of sex." "Oh, he may be a god. But he's also very much a man. All the time I was being rubbed and caressed my hand was riding up and down his erection. He kept pushing it against my body and thrusting harder into my hand." I was beginning to pump my bursting erection into Louisa when I heard a noise behind us. Sheba had returned so quietly that we hadn't heard him open the door. I dropped off to the side, cramming my cock back into my briefs hoping it was hidden in the dim light of the candles. "It's time to take showers. I'm afraid it's a small shower. Who wants to go first?" I looked at Louisa. Her eyes made it clear what she wanted. I nodded slightly to her. "I'll go first." I replied, awkwardly standing up and keeping my erect manhood facing away as Sheba handed me a robe. He showed me to the shower room which was a couple of doors further down the corridor. There was a toilet and shower and a stack of towels. Sheba leaned into the shower. "The flow control is this lever, and the temperature is this knob." He stepped back and looked at me. "Take as long as you want." His eyes seemed to be pleading that I take my time. As soon as he was out of the door I threw off my robe and entered the shower cubicle. I imagined what was going to happen back in the other room. As soon as the water was warm I wasted no time in soaping my throbbing penis and folded both hands over the shaft. It felt raw from being so close to cumming in Louisa. I had only a dozen or so wanks when the jism shot out and smacked against the tiled wall. Louisa heard Sheba come back into the room. She was lying on her side with her back to the door. There was a shuffling noise as he removed his loose trousers and shirt, then he lay behind her and pressed his body against her back, wrapping his arms around her and slowly caressing her breasts and abdomen, down towards her still-swollen mount. Louisa shivered in his embrace and felt his hardness pressing against her through the briefs he still wore. She moved her hand down and pushed the briefs downwards clear of the cock and stroked it gently. It was slightly smaller than Jeff's cock, maybe about 6 inches, but it was as hard as iron. The god Sheba was being very mortal, she thought. And by now her cunt was screaming to be filled. As Jeff had left for his shower she had seen his nod. This was her Valentine's gift and if she wanted she could have Sheba. She pulled up a leg and rubbed the sole of her foot up and down his stiff manhood. He gripped her tits more strongly and she knew she had him. She slipped a toe into the top of the briefs and pushed them the rest of the way down to his toes. She did not want this man to be inhibited and she was completely naked and wanted him the same way. Sheba continued to stroke her softly but firmly. The sensation he carried in his hands seemed to be electric to her. Every nerve in Louisa's body responded to his touch and she felt as if a curtain of sexual energy was wrapped around her. She rolled over, onto her front, her ample butt raised in anticipation. Sheba lifted himself over her and lay with his eager and throbbing penis gently stroking the crack between her legs. Then, slipping his cock between her legs, he softly rubbed the velvety tip of his erection on her clit, but did not enter. In a voice hoarse with wanton lust and animal passion Louisa begged, "Take me. Oh take me". Sheba held his cock at the mouth of the labia. He could see it bright pink with the blood that pulsed through her body, focussing all her being on that deep, delicious cavern. Over the pinkness was a dense white layer of Louisa's cum, brought forth by his well-practised caresses. As he looked at her he was almost overcome by desire. The tip of his penis was screaming to be enclosed in those folds. He was professional. It was a rule that he never had penetrative sex with clients. But this woman was different. Louisa had a sexual energy of her own and he was as excited as she was. "I can't, it's not professional." Louisa was momentarily stunned by the refusal, but she could feel his hard cock hovering at the entrance to her love hole and realised that this man was so turned on he was fighting a losing battle as he lay over her naked, oiled body. She pushed her hips backward suddenly, sheathing the whole of his cock inside her wet, juicy cunt. She pushed back so hard that his firm balls were almost engulfed in her vagina, stretching her labia, and his tip reached the very depths of her cunt, making her cry out, "Yes. Yes. Yes." As she engulfed him, Sheba grabbed at her hips, beginning to push her away, but her delicious, satisfied cry made him pull her back and the warm wetness which his cock had been wanting for the past hour took over his reflexes. So he began thrusting with a rhythm which was matched by Louisa. Both wanted this so much that her pushing back and his thrusting forward became like a violent struggle, a race to the finish. Sheba panted and groaned as he used all of his strength to penetrate deeply into the divine hole that swallowed his cock and his balls with such excruciating pleasure. Louisa felt the thudding of Sheba's hips against hers and the slapping of his balls against her raw cunt as he entered her again and again. She gave involuntary screams of ecstasy as Sheba gave her the penetration she had desired for so long. Her clit was erect and every time his ball sac smacked against it she wanted to cum. But she gritted her teeth and held back for the greater satisfaction she knew was only moments away. She could feel his cock swelling with the cum which had been making those balls so hard and Sheba's breathing coming in shorter and shallower gasps. She didn't want another climax driven by her excited clit. She wanted man. She wanted a man's cum inside her and she wanted him to fill her so much. With a sudden cry, Sheba threw his head back and pulled even harder on both Louisa's hips and with one last thrust held her firm, his rampant, pulsating cock shooting his cum deep inside her and his balls pressing hard against her cunt. Louisa felt the warm stream of wetness fill her and his cock reach that button in the depths of her vagina that so few men can excite. As his cock pulsed his cum into her the tip massaged the very depths of her womanhood and she exploded with a deep feeling of joy and strength in her inner being. She pushed back, wanting as much of him inside her as she could take and her cry mixed with Sheba's, loudly echoing, even in this dark room covered with drapes. Eventually they both fell forward onto the towel-covered mattress and lay exhausted. Meanwhile I had washed and was patiently waiting in the shower room, not wanting to disturb whatever was happening. It was good that they were taking so long. It meant that Louisa was having her way and I could look forward to her tales later. I hadn't been sure that anything would happen as, when I had called to make the appointment Sheba had taken me through the likely steps of the session and made it clear that there would be no penetrative sex. If there was no actual fucking going on, then they surely wouldn't be taking so long. Any doubt I may have had was dispelled when I heard the sounds of Louisa and Sheba simultaneously yelling loudly as they came. It was impressive. I've only ever made Louisa cum that loudly a couple of times in our 3 years together. He must be as good with his rod as he was with his hands. I waited a couple more minutes and then went along the corridor and knocked quietly. "A moment, please?" It was Sheba and there was the immediate shuffling sound of someone dressing before he crossed to the door and ushered me in. I looked at Louisa's body, face down on the towels with her head to one side. A soft breathing came from her lips. I ran my eyes down her waist and over her rounded buttocks to her legs which were parted. There was a thick layer of white cum running down between her legs and I knew I was looking at Sheba's semen trickling from her cunt. He followed my eyes over to where she lay. "She is asleep, I think." Then he put his hand on my shoulder and fixed me with his eyes, like a teacher about to address a pupil, and with real gravity in his voice he carefully said, "You are a very lucky man. Your wife is the most wonderful lover I have ever known. She is a goddess." I looked back at this man, who had first relaxed Louisa with his oils and massage, then raised her to sexual highs with his fingers 3 times. He had now taken my wife completely and gone beyond his professional and spiritual limits. He was letting me know that it was only because she herself was a goddess of love that he had let himself go. I was in the presence of a master. In the world of Tantric Sex he was treated as a god and he was telling me that my wife had the powers of a goddess. "Thank you", I said, "I know how lucky I am." Louisa stirred with our discussion and Sheba passed her the gown she had first worn before taking her to the shower room. He kept the door of the shower open and soaped down her whole body, kissing her neck and breasts as he did so, before leading her out and towelling her down and bringing her back to dress. We were both saddened to say goodbye. I shook hands with Sheba and then Louisa threw her arms around him and held him very close for a full minute before croaking "Goodbye. And thank you." As we left the narrow alley I looked at my watch. Two hours. Two hours in which I had learned so much more about Louisa than I already knew. And I had learned so much about myself. One man would never be enough for her. She had left husbands and boyfriends in the past who had tried to tie down her spirit. I resolved to learn some of the arts of Tantric sex and also to be sure to keep our sex life varied. Louisa squeezed my hand. "I need to sit down and I need a drink," she said. My legs are like jelly and if I don't sit down, I'll fall down. We stopped at a Greek restaurant that was serving drinks outside and asked for two glasses of Shiraz and some sparkling water. We looked silently into each other's eyes for about 5 minutes as we each went over in our minds what had just happened. Then, as if remembering it was my Valentine's Day gift to her, she said "Thank you darling. That was one of the most wonderful experiences of my life." "I think Sheba really knows what he's doing. I was very impressed." I replied. "Yes. But there was more to it than that. Making love to you is the most wonderful experience because it's not just sex. But Sheba took sex to a spiritual level I have never experienced before. It felt like our bodies were just physical vessels for two souls which were crossing paths briefly." "Did you hear him tell me you were a goddess?" "No, but I felt like I was being made love to by a god." "So did he. I've always known you were special, but not a goddess." I laughed. Louisa smiled and patted my hand. "Well then, you can be the keeper of the goddess. Now, do you want to hear what happened while you were showering?"