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The Proposition

By: lil_smurfette



Duty. That's what they told me it was. Duty to my family. Duty to my clan. Duty to the business. It didn't matter that that wasn't what I wanted. It was what I had to do. After all, it was only five years of my life. That is all they would ask of me. Just five years and, hopefully, a child or two. An arranged marriage seemed so outdated and somehow wrong, but, deep down inside, I knew it wasn't, not really. It was my chance to do something for the family, after all the years I avoided it. I readily admit that I used the company's money, the family's money to pursue my career outside of the business, and did nothing in return for either. My family, my clan, paid for my education and my rebellion, and now it was time to pay it back. Five years and a couple of kids, that was all. And if the marriage didn't work out, the children, if there were any, would spend equal amounts of time with both families. That was all that mattered to me, at that point. That if children were involved, both parents would be involved in their upbringing. So this is all I had to do to pay back my family: live in an arranged marriage for five years.

My husband is a decent man. He is hard working, very intelligent and has good genes and connections; otherwise my family would not think this a fortuitous match. Eric Wu is the CFO of his clan's business. He is a shrewd businessman; not cruel, never that, but shrewd in a way that has made their business very wealthy. Eric is neither incredibly attractive, nor is he unattractive. He has dark eyes, dark hair and a medium build. He is not terribly tall, but he's not short. In sum, he is an average looking man. He is also 35, and heirless. In companies that are owned and operated by clans, such as Eric's and my family's, heirs are incredibly important. His family needed an heir to Eric's position and my family wanted to acquire one of their businesses. It sounds draconian, but it really did make a lot of sense. At 28 with no husband or children, my family decided that it was time I pitched in, and I agreed. I didn't like the idea of using my family's money to further my own pursuits, and it was only five years.

It wasn't like I met my husband the day we were married; we met many times before the actual ceremony. But the wedding night was the first time we were alone. We didn't consummate the marriage that night; I had been far too tired, and Eric didn't want to "bother me". I had the feeling that he was avoiding touching me in any way. I knew he was not gay, because one of my friends had dated him a while back, and the impression that I got was that he was most definitely straight. The next night, however, was a different story. We were on our honeymoon, so, naturally, we slept together. The experience was... decent. I came, and so did he and I suppose that is all that matters. After our honeymoon, we moved into the starter house my family had bought for our wedding gift. The months following the wedding were not what you would call romantic, nor entirely comfortable.

As a book critic, I am able to work from anywhere, and I chose to work from home. This allowed me the time to see to the house and to my husband, well, according to my family that's why I did it. The truth is I just don't like to wake up early. But Eric, he was a horse of a completely different colour. He got up every morning at 5:30, no matter how late he came in the night before. He worked through the day, usually through lunch, and stayed late most of the week and most weekends. He really worked too hard. And when I saw him in the evening, he was too exhausted to do more than have a cursory conversation. He was distant most of the time. I think he didn't know how to treat me, or how to react to me. At night, we would do our marital duties, and that was that. I wish I could say that the sex became better, but in reality, it didn't. Well, at least not in those first few months. That all changed when Eric came to me one night with a proposition...

My wife. I still find it strange to say that. My wife. As arranged marriages went, ours was decent. Allison, my... wife, worked from home, took care of the house and even made my lunch on occasion. She is smart, rather witty and independent. She is pretty in that way that all young women are, in that there is an attractiveness in her youth and confidence. While she may not be an incredible beauty, she has an appeal. With her long black hair and dark brown eyes, she looked and dressed like any other normal Chinese Canadian woman. We got along well, though we weren't the best of friends and I don't think either of us actually had any strong feelings towards the other, but that was to be expected. I suppose I had hoped that there would be a respect formed for each other over the years.

While neither of us were particularly wretched to the other, the first few months of our marriage were not exactly filled with warmth. It was mostly my fault, I guess. I was working horrible hours because of the big merger my company was doing with Allison's family's company. I was constantly tired and could not even work up the energy to engage my wife in interesting discussions. That is, when I saw her at all. By the time the merger was complete, we had been married almost six months, and, I guess, we were already stuck in our ways by then. I remember thinking that spending another four years and six months in the kind of distant marriage in which we were engaged would likely tear my sanity asunder. However, I was unsure how to go about fixing things. That is, until I happened upon the book.

After six months, Allison seemed to be pulling even further away from me. Not that she was cold or rude, but she seemed less and less interested in my day or in speaking to me, and far less interested in our nightly pursuits. I wasn't looking to have a "meaningful, deep and life-altering" relationship with my wife; I simply wanted a peaceful coexistence, which was not possible if she didn't even like me. I was baffled by this change and the solution continually evaded me, until I found the answer, rather unexpectedly one night. Our usual night time routine went thusly: I would get home at some unreasonable hour, sit down to dinner with Allison, do the dishes together, retreat upstairs, get ready for bed, go over my notes for the next day while Allison read beside me, turn out the lights, and attempt to make an heir. While Allison never denied me access to her body, neither did she come to me enthusiastically. It never really occurred to me that perhaps my performance was not up to snuff. That is until I happened to glance at my wife's nightly reading material.

Because she is a literary critic, I often asked her to recommend books that she thought I may like, even though I barely had any time to read anything other than business notes. The one upon which I glanced was not a title I recognized. And the cover was quite... interesting. It featured a couple intimately entwined, with the woman's hands bound behind her arched back while the man licked her bare chest. More than slightly intrigued, I picked up the book and leafed through it. In it I found rather explicit scenes of hot sweaty sex involving light bondage and a bit of spanking. I felt that telltale tingling beginning below my waist, and as I read on, the tingling grew to a full blown hard-on. So that was what my little wife was into.

I wondered if Allison could be this passionate, this wild. The thought stirred something in me, something that felt like more than just desire. Picturing my wife tied to our bed, blindfolded while I licked her entire body sent my pulse racing. I thought about what it felt like to be inside her body: the wet, tight squeeze of her inner core, her soft smooth skin rubbing against mine, her firm breasts pressed into my chest, the pulsing of her core in the throes of climax, the soft sigh of her breath on my neck as she came down from orgasm. Then I imagined her thrashing and screaming with passion under me, how her eyes would light up and become intense beacons of pleasure in the night, and I decided right then and there that that's what was going to happen. I just needed a plan.

The plan was rather simple in its design. A proposition. A fair and equitable exchange. I figured since Allison read those kinds of books - more of which I found secreted away in her bookshelf between other more innocuous titles - she would perhaps be more open to my idea. The problem came in the wording. I didn't know how to frame this proposition in a way that would not come off as crude and offensive. A couple of weeks went by, and our situation wasn't getting any better. In fact, our "marital duties", as I heard Allison refer to them once, became increasingly rare; going from nightly, to every other night, to a couple of nights a week.

Not only was that part of our marriage suffering, but Allison became more withdrawn, leaving me to eat dinner alone, washing the dishes by herself, spending more time with her books than with her husband. I could tell she wasn't happy, and I didn't blame her. Who would be happy in an arranged marriage with a husband who worked too hard and couldn't even make it up by delivering mind-blowing, earth-shattering, body-shaking sex? But, of course, that was about to change. I decided that enough was enough and that I would just come out and lay the plan out in plain terms. So I told her my idea as we lay in bed one night.

My proposition was this: one night per month each of us would get to live out a fantasy, with Allison going first, and me following a couple of weeks later. The rules were: 1) no causing physical harm to the other - light spanking excluded (no matter what her fantasy, there was no way I would ever harm Allison, not even if she begged me, and I most definitely was not into pain); 2) the fantasies must be discussed beforehand to minimize any shock and/or discomfort; 3) third or fourth parties were welcome, but only if all parties were in agreement (I was wholeheartedly hoping that she would be amenable to another woman joining us); 4) the fantasies may take place anywhere and anytime, including weekdays, even if I was at work (Allison's eyes widened at this one); 5) what happened between us, stayed between us - while gloating to our friends, coworkers, random strangers on the street about having an amazing sex life was more than welcome, the details were to remain a secret; and, most importantly, 6) both of us were to keep an open mind - there was to be no mocking, no looking down on the other's fantasy, no matter how odd it may seem to the other. This last rule was incredibly important to me, not because I thought I had any odd or weird fantasies, but I thought it would make Allison far more comfortable with the idea. I told her to think about it and to give me her answer whenever she had one, then I kissed her on the cheek, turned over and promptly fell asleep.

I remember sitting there stunned for quite a while. I couldn't figure out what he was up to. Or where this idea came from. I'm not going to lie; the idea of living out my fantasies got my blood racing, but I didn't know if I wanted to do it with Eric. Not to say that I would ever cheat on him, but I figured, by that point, I had gone my entire life without it, and what was five more years? After the first few months of our marriage, I knew there was no way I was staying with him forever. I mean we were just way too different. He was a Conservative, and I was a Liberal (or an NDPer when I was feeling particularly Communist). He liked documentaries, I liked things that blew up. He liked Chinese opera and I so didn't. He lived to work, I worked to live. And he only liked plain, boring, missionary sex. Or so I thought. He was making an effort. I got that. But I still didn't know if that's what I wanted from him. I went to sleep that night thinking about ways to let him down and still make it through this marriage.

The next morning dawned the same as usual. Everything seemed normal, except for me. I couldn't concentrate and found myself reading the same line two or three times before anything penetrated my cloud of thoughts. Racy, sexy, sweaty thoughts. I'd dreamed the night before that I was tied to the bed blindfolded with someone licking me from toe to head. As his tongue travelled upwards, more of his body rubbed against mine. I could feel his erection, hot and hard, precum leaving behind a slick trail. I was so hot and ready I couldn't stop squirming. Finally, he reached my lips, which he licked, then kissed. His tongue, that wicked, wicked tongue delved deep into my mouth. I tasted myself on him and my pussy spasmed. He reached up and took off the blindfold. And I found myself staring into Eric's dark brown eyes, now lit with an intensity I found so sexy. My dream me wasn't fazed at all, she just screamed with unadulterated pleasure when he thrust into her hard and fast, over and over and over again. I came so hard, it woke me up.

I startled myself into a sitting position, panting and aching. I spent the next 20 minutes furiously masturbating to the quickly fading images of Eric (of all people) pounding into me as I lay strapped down. I came three times in those few minutes and I was nowhere near satisfied. If a dream could do that to me, I almost feared what reality would do. And just like that, I changed my mind.

That night I made Eric dinner. I checked with his assistant, and she (some young bubbly thing who actually caused a pang of jealousy to shoot through me when I talked to her) assured me that Eric was coming home "early", meaning he'd leave the office by 6:00 p.m. I made sure everything was ready for his arrival. I had everything laid out perfectly, I showered, put on makeup, did my hair and dressed in my most flattering casual dress - a little red number that set off my eyes and made my skin look pale like the moon. And for once, my workaholic husband actually got home at a decent hour.

He stepped through the door to find me placing the food on the table. As he looked at me, I thought I caught a glimpse of my dream Eric, all hot and manly. I most definitely had not seen that look in his eye before. It caused a stir somewhere deep in my belly. After washing up, we sat down to the meal. All of his favourites lined our table. Eric didn't seem to be in any rush, and we spent a good long time eating and chatting, something we'd never done before. We both seemed so at ease with each other, but there was a definite undercurrent of passion, or the beginning of it, at least. I found that I couldn't sit still, despite the relaxed atmosphere and all the food. Finally, I couldn't take it anymore. I blurted out that I agreed to the proposition and that I didn't want to wait any longer. He simply smiled, shook his head and mildly chastised me for already breaking rule 2. Then he got up, pulled me from my chair and sealed the deal with a scorching hot kiss. 

Eric pulled back with a fierce grin. This was not a man I recognized. He was so passionate! I had no idea this man lay beneath my husband's stuffy super-worker exterior. I quickly outlined the fantasy I wanted to play out that night. This one was incredibly easy. I just told him about my dream from the previous night. Eric's eyes sparked with desire. I felt a responding spark ignite below my belly button. My panties felt damp and my nipples rubbed against my dress most distractingly. We raced up the stairs and burst into our bedroom. Eric grabbed my hand, pulled me to him and fused his mouth to mine. A deep and hardy moan ripped from my throat. I stepped back, grasped the tied belt of my dress and pulled. It slipped off my shoulders revealing my best pair of tiny panties. He sucked in a sharp breath and growled for me to lie on the bed. I found myself complying without even thinking about it. My clit was pulsing furiously as I lay back and waited for fulfillment.

She wanted me to tie her up and do with her what I would. It was just like her book, which I had taken the liberty to read. We needed rope, but, because of my wife's impatience, we weren't exactly prepared. So I did what I could. I removed the ties from our house robes and secured one end to each of her wrists and the other end to the bed posts. By the time I returned to her side from fetching two of my ties, Allison was writhing in anticipation. I could smell her arousal, and it made me harder, more eager. To strip away all pretences, to have sex for sex's sake, and not for procreation, it was heady and hot. After I tied down her legs at the ankles, I took a moment to "check out" my wife, as they say.

She lay there with her arms and legs spread out, her chest heaving, her nipples stiff, her tiny scrap of panties soaked through and her eyes shining with heat and desire. I could hardly wait. I stripped off all but my boxer briefs and climbed onto the bed between Allison's legs. Looming over her, I couldn't help but feel a sense of dominance, power, even though I knew all the power lay with her. I would never do anything that she wouldn't want me to do, and she knew it. That knowledge was a sparkle in her eye; a mischievous twinkle that shot straight through my already overtaxed system. I swooped down to give her a hard kiss. She rose up as much as she could, straining against the restraints, trying to give as well as she got. Her hips started grinding on me, and I knew if she continued I would lose it.

So I backed up and shook my head at her. Allison growled in frustration and I couldn't help but laugh. Her eyes shot daggers at me. I sat up on my knees and grasped her panties. With one little tug, I ripped her sexy little thong and threw it into some distant corner of the room. Then I leaned down and breathed deeply of my wife. Allison let out a sexy little moan I'd never heard before, and it made me want to pound into her as hard and as fast as I could. But I was striving to make this everything she wanted, so I checked myself and gave her a slow, deep lick. My tongue parted her folds and I felt her shudder. I had left a little give in her bindings, and now used them to my full advantage. I lifted her legs and bent her knees as far as they would go, then parted them so that I had full view of her core. Then I bent down and licked and sucked her until she was moaning and writhing in pleasure. At that moment, I lived to please her. All the other times we were together flashed through my mind, and I was ashamed to admit that I had never gone down on my wife before. I endeavoured to make up for the lack of attention. Then something occurred to me: we had forgone the blindfold.

I rectified that by grabbing another tie. Allison actually purred when her sight was blocked. I trailed my hands down from her face to her neck, pausing at her firm breasts to give a little tug and a roll to her nipples. By the time I reached her centre, she was whimpering, practically begging, while her body moved restlessly. I thrust two fingers deep inside her and tongued her hard little button. Allison screamed and her back arched off the bed. I felt her start to pulse around my fingers, the beginnings of an orgasm wracking her body. So I sucked her clit between my teeth, found that elusive spot deep inside her and plied it mercilessly. I rode out Allison's orgasm, lightly stroking and licking her until her body shook. I eased up and took a look at my wife. Even blindfolded, she was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. My breath caught a little at the thought that she was all mine. I felt a fierce grin spread on my face as I thought of all the things we could do together. Then I got down to the business of fucking my wife.

My fingers were drenched with Allison's juices, so I eased them into her mouth for her to clean them off. She licked at my fingers and drove me insane. I removed my digits from her mouth and spread her saliva on her nipples. By then my darling little wife was moaning and groaning, just short of begging me to take care of her. Instead, I leaned down and sucked first one, then her other nipple until she screamed. Then I licked up her body, gave her a hickey, then kissed her with everything I had. I wanted her to know that I was not giving up on us; that I was in it for the long haul. I may not have been in love with my wife when we married, but I was well on my way now. Thinking about losing her made me furious, and I poured all of my frustration, anger and passion into that kiss. Allison returned it in kind. She ate at my mouth, licking my tongue and rolling her hips.


The Proposition



I knew what she wanted, what we both did, but I was loath to give it to her at that moment. I wanted to drag this out as long as I could, but feared I was fighting a losing battle. I levered myself off her body to her loud and heartfelt protests. I sat, panting, between her legs, trying to regain my breath and control. Allison started to beg, and I started to shake. She pleaded with me to finish the job, make her come again, fuck her, screw her, do anything I wanted with her, so long as she got to feel it. I didn't know how much longer I could take the begging. So I decided to even out the playing field.

I started to tell her all the things that I wanted to do to her that night. I told her that I would begin by stripping off my boxer briefs and teasing her with my cock. I did as I spoke. I used my dick as a vibrator and brought her off again, though, admittedly, it was a small orgasm. But I spoke her through the whole thing. Then, as she was coming down, I described to her, in detail, what would happen next. By the time I was done speaking, she was begging again. Begging for me to do everything I told her I was going to do. Begging me to give her what she wanted. And that caveman part of my brain yelled in triumph. If I could give this to her, show her how good, how hot it could be between us, then maybe she wouldn't leave me. I wasn't dumb enough to think that this was all that it would take to keep her with me, but I thought it was a start.

I realized then that I had made a grave error in judgment. In an attempt to get my wife all hot and bothered for me, I inadvertently made myself hotter. Watching Allison writhe and squirm like that and knowing it was my words, my body doing that to her, made me unaccountably horny. I couldn't take it anymore and thrust into her.

He was driving me insane. That must have been his purpose with this little proposition. He wanted to drive me nuts. I couldn't move my hands or my feet and I couldn't see. All I could do was feel what Eric was doing to me. And it was amazing! That kind of passion and intensity was not something I expected from my husband, but was he proving me wrong. He had been toying with me for so long that when he thrust into me, I almost came... again. I bit my lip and held back, wanting to enjoy this a moment longer. It was exactly like my dream, but so much better. It was sexier, hotter, more intense and I didn't know what to do with myself. I could only buck and scream and beg Eric to continue, to stop, to do whatever he wanted, and to do exactly what I wanted. I wasn't making any sense and I knew. I felt Eric laughing at me, so I squeezed my inner muscles and his laugh choked off. But my revenge had a nasty consequence. I felt another orgasm starting and this time, I couldn't stop it. I came hard, screaming Eric's name at the top of my lungs, and still he didn't stop. He kept pounding into me harder and faster until I felt another, bigger orgasm begin.

Just as that massive orgasm started to crescendo, Eric ripped off the blindfold. I found my dream playing itself out in real life. The look in his eye, the heat and passion, was identical to my dream Eric's. But unlike that me, I was in complete awe. I wouldn't say I was shocked, but I wasn't exactly prepared for what I saw in his gaze. It was like he was trying to imprint himself on me; trying to make me remember who he was, not that I'd ever forget. It wasn't just lust, it was something deeper, but I didn't have the energy or mental acuity to try to figure it out. Eric leaned forward to kiss me, and it changed the angle of his thrusting. Suddenly, I could feel him all over. His cock stroked my g-spot on the way in and my clit on the way out; his chest rubbed against my nipples; his tongue stroked mine; and his hands were everywhere. My hands kept clenching, as if they ached to touch him. My legs pulled against their bindings, wanting to wrap around him. In that moment, I wanted to pull him close and hold him as tight as I could, feeling him all along me. As if reading my mind, Eric thrust hard, plastering his body to mine. His arms went around me and pulled my upper body as far as the ties would let me go. He thrust again and again, and then he was coming in me, and I was screaming his name as I pulsed around him.

I must have passed out, because the next thing I remember is lying on the bed, my hands and feet free, Eric rubbing the marks the robe belts left on my wrists. It was such a sweet gesture, at complete odds with what had just transpired. I looked at him and couldn't help smiling. He took my face into his hands and kissed me gently. Then he lay down next to me, curled his body into mine, kissed the back of my head and wished me a goodnight. As I drifted off that night, I could have sworn I heard him say he loved me. Or maybe that was wishful thinking. But I did know two things for certain: 1) this proposition was the best thing to happen to our marriage, and 2) I was definitely looking forward to fulfilling Eric's fantasy next. 



The Proposition



I should have known when I arrived that it wasn't going to be just another Saturday night gossip session or movie night. I could tell that Tania had already poured herself three or four generous glasses of red wine as soon as she welcomed me at her front door from the sweet, heady scent of grape on her breath as she kissed me hello, her lips stained messily dark like a kid playing with her big sister's make-up.

She took me by the hand and led me into her living room where she poured me a large glass of wine of my own as I hung up my coat, revealing the slinky black velvet dress I had chosen to wear. I drank down the wine gratefully, enjoying the smoothness on my tongue, the sweetness against my taste buds, the slight burn at the back of my throat. As I drank, Tania put on her favourite CD and began to sway to the soft music, her slender body moving lithely beneath her burgundy satin dress.

I stood and watched her for a moment before placing my now empty glass on the table and kicking off my heels to get more comfortable. I sank down into the plump cushions, arranging my perfectly straightened blonde hair over one shoulder as I lay back and stretched my long, smooth legs along the length of the sofa, wriggling my toes into the thick fabric. "Everything OK?" I asked finally.

"Hardly. I'm so fricking bored, Donna," she sighed, still dancing, her eyes half closed, her hands running through her long, tousled auburn-red hair as she moved. "Bored with my job, bored with my life, definitely bored with the men around here... I want to try new things. Have new experiences."

I laughed, reaching forward for one of the fancy chocolates on the table. "Is this where you tell me that you're quitting your job and moving to Outer Mongolia to take up goat-herding?"

Tania stopped dancing, becoming suddenly awkward. "Shit, I need more wine; I'm still way too sober for this." She refilled her glass and took a large swallow, fanning herself with her free hand.

Worried, I left the comfort of the sofa, crossed the room and took the wine glass from her, steadying her as she stumbled against me. Her body pressed into mine and I could feel her trembling. Her hazel eyes gazed deeply into my brown ones, as if searching for an answer to an unasked question. Her tongue probed softly at her lower lip and somehow fascinated I watched its path as it traced all the way around her mouth.

"Donna," she whispered, her voice wavering, "when I said I was bored of men... I hoped you'd get the hint. I want... I want to experience being with a woman, but I don't want it to be just anyone, I don't want to go to some club and pick up a stranger, I want it to be with someone I love and trust. I want it... to be with you."

If I said I wasn't shocked or surprised I'd be lying. It was the last thing I had expected to hear from my best friend. She wanted to have sex with a woman... with me? And she expected me to say yes?

"It's something I've been thinking about for a long time," Tania admitted, still holding me. I could feel her heart thumping against her ribs... I could also feel the hard nubs of her nipples poking me, the soft squash of her breasts against my own through the thin materials of our dresses. Despite myself I felt a shiver of excitement deep in my belly. "You can say no, and I won't be mad," she promised. "Or... we can try... stuff and then never talk about it again. It would be just one time." The hope in her voice almost killed me. My best friend was asking me for something that only I could give her, which she trusted only me with. How could I deny her that? What sort of a friend would I be if I couldn't give her the one thing she really wanted?

"I don't expect anything to happen tonight, if you're not ready," she continued, babbling slightly, "I just wanted to ask you and give you time to think about it. I've been trying to work up the nerve. Hence the wine." She blushed, making her look even more adorable than ever and my heart did a weird flip-flop thing. My friend was absolutely gorgeous and undeniably sexy, I had always thought that. Would it really be so hard to do this for her, just once?

"Tania," I whispered in her ear, letting my fingers tangle through her hair, "I love you; I would do anything for you. You know that."

"Even this?"

"Especially this," I nodded, and was surprised to find I rather meant it. The thought of it was quite exciting. Naughty, even.

"I love you too. You're the greatest friend anyone could have." Tania's voice was little more than warm breath against my cheek and I could feel the hairs on the back of my neck stand up, feel the goose bumps form on my flesh at the thought of deepening my intimacy with her. 

Silently we walked hand in hand to her bedroom, a place I had been hundreds of times before but never under the circumstances I was now about to enter it. My stomach rolled with nerves but I was tingling with anticipation, excitement and even a little bit of lust if I was honest. I hadn't had a boyfriend in forever, it had been a long time since anyone had touched me and I was aching for physical contact.

"Can I kiss you?" she asked nervously, her eyes focused on my lips as if willing me to say yes. I swallowed away my own nerves and took a bold step forward, closing the space between us, placing my forefinger on her plump, stained lips to hush her.

"Honey, I'm here for you tonight," I smiled, hopefully reassuringly, "I want you to do whatever you want to me. My body is yours."

She kissed the tip of my finger and giggled, her eyes brightening. "How are you so awesome?"

"Years of practice," I giggled back, the wine I had drank earlier finally beginning to take effect and making me feel pleasantly fuzzy. We walked towards the bed until the backs of my knees hit the mattress, where we stopped and just looked at each other, knowing that this was the moment when we either turned back, writing the whole thing off as a moment of madness or we went for it, whatever the consequences. I realised I didn't want to turn back. As I stared at Tania I saw something in her eyes change, the coy, nervous look was replaced with flashes of darkness and lust as her gaze travelled slowly up the length of my body, taking in every curve and dip as if mapping everywhere she wanted to touch.

"I'm going to worship you," she purred, pushing me backwards onto the pink cotton sheets. I gasped as her hands captured my waist as she leaned above me, her long hair trailing down and tickling my décolleté as she moved her body down to rest on top of mine. "You don't have to touch me if you don't want to," she promised, "but I swear I am going to make you feel so fucking good you won't know what's hit you."

Heat flooded my stomach immediately and I squirmed against the sheets in anticipation. Her mouth was only inches from mine, her eyes burning with passion now as they bore into me. "Please, please... touch me," I gasped, surprising myself. She had been the one who had asked for this, so why was I the one begging for it? 

She smiled wickedly before closing the gap between us, her lips meeting mine in an explosion of long repressed desire. Her skin was so smooth and soft as it brushed against mine, no hair or stubble to irritate me. She tasted sweet like wine and chocolate. She smelled like sunshine and the roses that grew in her garden. Her tongue twisted and duelled against my own, flicked against my teeth and lips before disappearing again as she broke to drop sucking kisses all along my chin, neck and the dip of my collarbones, her hands rolling gentle circles on my velveted waist. Her own satin-clad body slid easily over mine as we kissed, so I brought my hands up around her back to make sure she didn't slide off too much. If my hands roamed down towards her firm ass, well that was completely by accident.

"I'm going to take your dress off now, OK?"

I nodded; glad to catch my breath for a minute. My body was tingling, every nerve ending was at its most heightened state and my pussy was already wet, I could feel my underwear dampening between my legs. I lifted my ass off the bed enough for her to pull my dress up; exposing my black lace panties, then sat up and raised my arms so she could get rid of the dress completely. My matching black bra was nothing more than a scrap of lace and barely hid the hardness of my nipples trying to poke their way though. Tania eyed them appreciatively for a moment before taking my still-covered breasts in her hands and gently weighing them up, rolling the darkening pink nubs with her thumbs. "Beautiful," she said under her breath and I let out an involuntary groan as she experimentally pinched my right nipple. 

I lay back and watched as she shimmied out of her own dress, revealing a red satin thong and no bra. Her small but perfect breasts jiggled as she hopped out of the dress and climbed back on to the bed, her own dark brown nipples as hard as mine. I was suddenly struck with the urge to lick them, but was too nervous to say so.

She spent a long time kissing, sucking and licking at my exposed skin, her warm breath raising tiny hairs and scattering goose bumps everywhere she touched. She worked her way along my navel with achingly slow licks and kisses, travelling down towards my thighs, licking as close as the elastic of my underwear but maddeningly bypassing my pussy. She must have been aware of how aroused I was though, as she looked up at me from between my legs, raised an eyebrow and grinned. Then she made a slow erotic journey back up my body towards my waiting mouth for another amazing kiss.

"Underwear?" Tania asked finally, and I realised she was asking my permission to remove my underwear. I nodded again, my face flushing red with a mixture of nerves, excitement and embarrassment. What if she didn't like what she saw?

She reached behind me and undid my bra, leaning down to kiss and caress my breasts and nipples, giving one as much attention as the other. She seemed fascinated by them. My breasts were larger than her own, and she spent a long time just holding them, kneading them, suckling and biting at them, enjoying their heaviness and how they moved under her hands. This pleasurable torture was driving me crazy. Her slow exploration of my body was awaking my sexuality in ways I had never known, discovering erogenous zones that I never knew existed. I felt like I could almost cum from this alone, just from her playing with my breasts. But she had other ideas. She climbed off the bed and stood to slowly and teasingly pull down her thong. I had seen Tania naked before, we'd got changed together at the gym many times and she was always more open with her body than I ever was, but this was a totally different, completely surreal situation. Besides, instead of her usual wild tuft of auburn curls, she'd been waxed into a smooth landing strip with what seemed to be a completely bare labia. I wondered what the smoothness would feel like under my fingers... under my tongue.

Without hesitation she returned to the bed and tugged at my own panties. I felt a flush of embarrassment at the fact that I only shaved down there, and that to save time I just whipped everything off. Being naturally blonde meant I didn't have much stubble to worry about.

Tania inhaled sharply as she revealed me, and I sat up, wondering if she was OK. "I'm fine," she promised, "it's just that... Jesus, Donna, you're so beautiful. Look at you. So fucking edible."

I lay back and felt another rush of warmth flood my pussy. "So why don't you eat me then?" I offered, feeling suddenly bold.

Tania licked her lips hungrily and began kissing her way back down the length of my body as I stretched out, opening my legs wide to welcome her in. She kissed along my thighs again, only this time her fingertips were trailing over the swollen mound above my slit, as if working up the courage for the first touch. Finally I felt her briefly sweep over my lips. "Fuck me, you're so wet," she moaned. Her fingers returned to probe a little further as I tried not to writhe too much at her touch. At first she explored only the outside; rubbing her fingertips against the soft folds of pink, delicate skin, but once she built up her courage she let one finger slip inside my tight hole. I clenched against her and tried to pull her deeper. Another finger joined it while her thumb brushed over the hood of my clit, making me jolt at the contact. "Oh, you liked that," she smirked, brushing her thumb over the tiny bundle of nerves again, relishing the long moan that escaped from my lips as my entire pussy began to tingle and tighten.

I reached my hands up to play with my nipples as she finger-fucked me like that for a few minutes, I was already so close to the edge and I could feel every muscle in my body contracting as my orgasm grew closer, my pussy burned with the pressure of the now three fingers inside me, stretching me, rubbing me, my clit becoming engorged as she pressed her thumb over it in tiny circles, never breaking contact.

"I'm gonna cum!" I cried out, unable to stop my legs jerking off the bed as my orgasm hit me hard, my back arching as the pleasure overwhelmed me, my body spasming, the waves of delicious oblivion overtaking me for a minute until I started to finally come down, my legs twitching, my pussy still tingling and sparking in the aftermath. "Oh God, oh God, so fucking good," I groaned, still squeezing and grinding myself a little against the hand inside me.

Tania withdrew her drenched fingers and sucked them clean, one by one. I had thought it was the hottest thing I had ever seen until she repositioned herself between my legs and dipped those same fingers into her own pussy, making me redefine the meaning of the word hot.

I began to sit up, but she used her free hand to stop me. "Hey, where do you think you're going?" she pouted. "I didn't get to eat you yet." Still rubbing at her own clit she kneeled between my legs and achingly slowly ran her tongue along the crease of my inner thigh. "Hmm, I can see I'm going to have to lick this dirty girl clean first," she said, lapping at the juices still running down between my legs and into the crack of my ass. She licked at me until I was clean before it was time to make me dirty again, her tongue flicking expertly against my throbbing clit, occasionally stopping to probe deep into my soaking wet hole. As she was doing this I could see her from behind in the mirror on her wardrobe, bent over with her own legs spread, her fingers furiously working at her clit, the slick, slippery redness of her own needful pussy, the tight pink rosebud of her asshole. Watching her working herself and feeling her warm wet tongue on me was too much and without warning I exploded again, with Tania sucking hard on my clit the entire time almost to the point of being painful but still oh-so-fucking-good. She gave me a moment to catch my breath after the sheer intensity of how hard I came, then she sat up on the bed, resting her ass on her heels with her knees wide to give me a glorious view of that beautiful body as she continued to play with her clit. Her breasts bounced a little as she rode her fingers, moaning my name as the orgasm she desperately needed finally built beyond the point where she could control it. Impulsively I sat up and started mouthing at her erect nipples as she began to cum, nipping and tonguing at the puckered skin around the hardened nubs and sucking on the brown gems themselves as she screamed my name one final time before collapsing into my arms and onto the bed.

We lay there silently holding each other for what seemed like an hour, but in reality couldn't have been more than ten minutes. Eventually she broke the silence. "We're still OK, aren't we?"

I kissed her, then tenderly stroked some hair out of her eyes and smiled. "We're more than OK." She flashed me a huge smile of relief and snuggled into me a little more, my hand resting between us on her breast, her hand between my legs. Easy. Comfortable. Intimate. Best friends and so much more. What happened that night was unlike anything I'd ever experienced and I wanted it to happen again. And again and again and again........



The Proposition



The wind blew in off the lake, clean and crisp, a gentle breeze cutting through the coming heat of the day. I had forgotten that the summer could be anything other than a wet blanket of humid air wrapped stiflingly around your head. It was already hot and humid in Washington when I had left. There should be some sort of law against temperatures above 80 before breakfast. Landing two hours later in Toronto was like landing on a different planet, one where the temperature was not only considerably cooler, but where the humidity was simply non-existent. Standing at the railing, looking out over Lake Ontario, I was convinced that I was in a fantasy land, even if, over my shoulder, there was a giant ball that I knew as well as any Toronto native.

To the cute blond IT guy. I have a proposition for you. Meet me at Ontario Place and all will be revealed. The Blusher



It was a simple shout out, buried among the various other attempts to be cute, or express opinion in a society that, despite all of the various outlets for saying what you felt, many were continually denied the vary basic ability to speak your mind. I had actually missed it the first time though. It took several minutes and reading a couple of others before I realized it was directed at me. Initially I just sat back. You might say I was stunned. But I did smile. And then, turning to my computer, made some rapid arrangements.

Standing at the railing, looking out at the lake, I was home. Now to discover what her proposition was.

"Hello?"

"Hello," I said.

"Hi!" You could hear the smile cross her face as she realized it was not a client or a salesman calling her. "Why are you calling me?"

"I can't just call you? Pick up the phone and ask how you are doing?"

"What is going on?"

I never could put anything past her. "You intimated that you had a proposition for me. Are you going to meet me?"

I could hear the confusion in the silence that followed before she responded.

"You're here? Now?!"

"Yup, Cinesphere in the background, looking out at the lake."

"Don't move, I am on my way."

I did not even get a chance to say goodbye. I put the phone back into its case and pointed my camera at the skyline. I knew it would take her about twenty minutes to get down from her office, so I sauntered around and tried out my new toy. I had shot film for so many years; this digital thing was new, at least with a real camera. I was not even comfortable holding it anymore.

There were a number of people out enjoying the day. It was sunny, not too hot and with the schools out for the summer, more kids than adults running around. I had spent many a summer day here myself, usually riding down from my home. Two hours downhill, lunch and then three hours back, mostly uphill all the way. It was a good workout back then. Today it would have killed me.

I saw her coming long before she saw me, but then there were only two approaches and I did have a telephoto lens. She hates it when I take her picture, which means I have so few of them, but at this distance, I could capture her image without her knowing, yet still know who it was in the shot. I took several as she got closer, and was rewarded with a smile when she finally saw me before her face went sour when she realized I was holding a camera.

"Hello love," I said as she walked up to me.

She did not bother with words, instead she wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me, thrusting her tongue into my mouth with vigor as she molded the rest of her body against me, my hands automatically wrapping around her to hold her close, the camera forgotten off to one side as we renewed our acquaintance.

It felt wonderful to hold her again after so long an absence. Her dress was a simple affair, plain and understated for the office. And since I was not expected, I knew she had not dressed for me, which did not bother me at all as I moved my hands to squeeze her ass gently as she continued her assault on my mouth.

I brought one hand up to cup the side of her face, feeling her soft skin on the palm of my hand, brushing the loose curls away from her ear and trailing my fingers along the side of her neck, causing her to shiver and moan into my mouth before she broke the kiss.

"I've missed you," she sighed, curling her head away and putting it against my chest, holding me closer before looking back up at me.

"I have missed you too love. Think I can talk you into skipping the rest of the day?"

"How long can you stay?"

"I can't. I am back out tonight."

"Then we should not waste a moment," she said and pulled out her phone. 

I love a woman who can make a decision.

I caught her free hand and we started to walk along the path, heading back towards the bridge to the mainland as she told her boss an emergency at home had come up and she would not be back to work. It was a short call that seemed to take forever. We crossed the bridge and walked along the Lakeshore as she dropped the phone back into her purse.

"So where are we going?" she asked.

"I think we need to have some lunch, and then we will see where we end up," I said with no solid plan in mind other than spending time with her.

She turned me towards her and kissed me again, hard, her hips pushing hard against my body, my erection being ground between us.

"I think I need to have you for lunch and I know where we will end up," she growled.

I chuckled and pushed back against her, capturing her mouth with mine and bending her backward slightly, thrusting against her. I am sure we were making some of the people around us uncomfortable and I did not care.

"Is that your proposition?" I teased before kissing her neck.

"Yessss," she hissed as I dragged a hand down her side, a thumb pressing into her breast as it went by.

"Then I accept," I said, grabbing one hand and waving for a cab that was coming by.

I gave the driver the name of the hotel I had checked into and pulled her close against me as he drove us away from the lake. She fought me for a second before giving in and letting me kiss her again, her hands as desperate to touch me as my hands were to touch her, but restrained a little from wrapping her breasts in my hands. That would come, though, and the anticipation alone was enough to keep me hard while we kissed.

The trip was short, and after paying the fare, we headed for the elevators. Neither one of us had been a teenager for decades but that did not seem to bother us in the least as we acted more like teenagers than adults at the moment. The doors to the elevator closed and she was back in my arms again, lips pressed tight and tongue fighting with mine as our hips tried to merge through our clothing. We were breathless when the floor chime forced us apart long enough to race down the hallway to my room. I struggled to get the key out of my wallet as she distracted me with hands floating over my body, flicking buttons open at random.

At last I had the key in the door and she was pulling me in as the door swung open and then pushing me back against the backside of the door. Gone was any withholding as she again invaded my mouth and her hands began to undo the buttons of my shirt with determination, her nails raking my skin, heightening the pleasure. It was very hard to focus as her hands slipped across my cock, still trapped in my pants as her mouth captured one of my nipples, her tongue flicking it as she squeezed me though the thin material between us, causing me to moan and my knees to weaken.

Her wicked chuckle told me she had no intention of stopping. And truth be told, I did not want her to.

Her hands were busy working at undoing my belt and opening my pants, slightly frustrated at how hard it was to do this with one hand. She growled, putting both hands to work at releasing my belt and the catches holding my pants together, shoving them down with my underwear in one motion and engulfing my cock in her mouth, her hands moving to squeeze and roll my balls, increasing the pleasure coursing through my body.

"I have missed this," I managed to croak out, my hands moving through her hair as she redoubled the suction on my swollen cock, increasing the pressure building in my balls with her hands.

She pulled her mouth back, sucking my length from base to tip before the head popped out of her pursed lips. Her nails stroked down the length of it before she once more sucked my length back into her mouth, her tongue swirling the head. She wrapped one hand around the base of my cock, stroking it while she squeezed my balls rhythmically, making me grown out-loud with pleasure. Her hands were coordinated with her mouth and she could tell I was close. She started humming and doing something with her tongue and that was enough to push me over the edge, my come boiling up from my balls that were dancing in her hand of their own volition and splashing into her tight, sucking mouth. I saw stars and my vision narrowed and I was very happy to be leaning against the door as she sucked me until there was nothing left for me to give.

I pulled her up and kissed her soundly before grasping her hair firmly and whispering in her ear, "Now it is my turn."

She laughed at me and danced back a couple of steps, her eyes capturing mine as she licked her lips and reached behind her, pulling the zipper of her dress slowly down while I struggled to get my shoes undone and my pants off without taking my eyes off of her. She was smiling as she teased me, her arms slowly letting the dress slide off of her to pool at her feet where she bent down, picked it up, and casually tossed it to rest on a chair.

She was dressed in a simple black bra which certainly highlighted her wonderful breasts and my mouth watered as walked naked towards her. Her pantyhose covered a simple pair of white bikini panties which was her typical choice. She continued to smile as she reached behind her back and undid her bra, letting it slide slowly down off of her arms, and tossing it to join her dress on the chair. I caught her and pulled her into my arms again; kissing her deeply, feeling her nipples pressing against my chest and feeling my cock tremble against her legs.

I moved my hands from around her waist to the top of her pantyhose, my fingers wiggling under the band as my other hand moved up her side, my palm stroked the side of her breast, my thumb crossed over the top of her nipple. She broke the kiss, moaning audibly, and putting her head against my chest as I continued to roll her nipple with my thumb. I bent my head to her other nipple, hard, and red against the white skin of her breast and teased it with my tongue, swirling the areola, felt the skin crinkle and heard her moan louder before I finally took her nipple between my lips and rolled my tongue over it. 

She cried out, her nails raked the back of my neck while her chest involuntarily thrust up, forcing more of her sensitive breast into my mouth where I was happy to suck harder as my hand slipped into her panties and squeezed her ass.

She was moaning and grinding against me. I laved and squeezed her nipples and breasts, my hand on her ass anchoring us together as she demanded more from me. My cock was already swollen and she rubbed her leg against me, only increasing the pleasure that ran through my body. I could feel the heat from her sex where she was pressed against my leg, her clit being ground between us as I played with her chest. We were thoroughly lost in the sensations that ran between us.

I wanted more. I pulled my mouth off her breast with a pop and a moan of frustration from her. I pushed her back onto the bed and grabbed the waist of her pantyhose and pulled in one smooth motion all the way to her heels, leaving her naked before me, her legs slightly spread as I moved back to her, capturing one leg and kissing my way up from her calf, across her knee and down the soft skin on the inside of her thigh. She was wet, her hair glistening and matted her lips thick and open, waiting for my tongue to caress them, which was exactly what I planned to do as I kissed my way along her leg. I did not make her wait as I lowered my lips over her open sex, running my tongue from top to bottom and back again. I circled her clit and sucked it with my lips. 

She started moaning anew, her legs wrapping around me, pulling me close and encouraging me to keep going, her breathing already ragged and the noises coming from her ones of pleasure and desire as I pushed her closer to her orgasm.

I slipped a finger into her tight, clenching opening, crooking it to catch her g-spot and circling it while sucking on her clit harder. She clamped down tight and I could feel the orgasm take her a second before she was aware of it as it raced through her body. 

I licked and kissed my way up her body as she came down from the first wave, my cock nudging her opening, her lips fluttering around it.

"Yes, take me," she sighed, reaching for my ass and pulling me into her. She was wet and I bottomed out in one push. She cried out her pleasure again, pushing back against me, grinding her clit as she tried to pull me into her even more deeply.

She pulled her knees back, opening herself up more and giving me her unspoken permission to pound into her until one, or both of us came again. I did not let her down. I planted my feet and pulled back, feeling the cool air hit my wet cock for moment before I dropped back into her, her pussy so wet there was almost no friction as we set up our rhythm. I reached for her nipples and rolled them between my fingers as I pumped in and out of her, trying to keep up with her hips moving to catch me with each thrust and take me deeper. It did not take long to feel the familiar tingle start in my balls and I redoubled my efforts as she pulled me harder against her. I started swelling, my cock filling every inch of her as I thrust into her for the last time, my come boiling out of me and into her, filling her and oozing out around our conjoined sexes. She was crying and pulling me tight against her and kissing me all at the same time and I was riding the euphoria between us as my hips continued to thrust involuntarily against her.

"I love you," she whispered between kisses.

"I love you," I responded, for it was true. We have been in love a very long time.

I pulled her close against me and kissed her as I slipped out of her and rolled us over onto the bed proper, slipping under the covers where we could snuggle and kiss, her body warm against mine and all seeming right in the world. I could think of nowhere else I would rather be at that moment.



The Proposition



This is a story that occurred to me when on holiday in the DR earlier this year. It was a fantasy I played with my partner, but we stopped short of actually propositioning the girl in question. 

If anyone wants to correct my Spanish, please feel free, but just remember that this is Dominican, not Castillian.

As usual, all feedback gratefully received. There will probably be a sequel in the next few months.

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It was the end of the meal. We had enjoyed it, and the service had been very good. We felt relaxed.

Beth had agreed - perhaps a little reluctantly, perhaps not -- to go 'commando'. She was also wearing her push-up bra, which meant I had a good view of her enhanced cleavage across the table. That, plus the knowledge that she was naked beneath her skirt was enough to make me hard and erect.

The waitress, Luisa, was clearing our dessert dishes and offering us coffee. I turned to her and in my best Spanish asked her, "Luisa, quisiéramos hacer una pregunta." I -- we -- would certainly like an answer to a question that was burning a hole in my pants.

"¿Si, señor?" she responded.

"Usted e una chica muy bonita." I gauged her reaction to the compliment -- she was indeed a very pretty girl.

She smiled. "Gracias, señor." Beth gave me a slightly quizzical look.

"Mi mujer y yo," I indicated Beth opposite, who smiled at the pretty Latina, "quisiéramos muchas que usted vuelve hasta nuestra habitación, por jugar como nos." The girl's eyes widened. A gringo was inviting her back to his room to play with both him and his wife.

"¿E usted interesando?" She looked rather shocked, so I pressed on with the rest of my offer. "Te ofertamos diez mil pesos. ¿Quiere usted jugar como nosotros esta noche?"

Beth was looking at me strangely. The girl's expression was one of confusion. "Momentito," she said in a slightly confused voice, and headed rapidly towards the kitchens.

"What's happening? What did you say to her?" Beth looked at me quizzically.

"Well, either we're about to get thrown out of the restaurant, or we're going to get laid," I said with a smile.

"What? What are you talking about, James? Tell me what you said to the girl."

"I just asked her if she wanted to come back to our room and play with us. I offered her about three hundred dollars."

"You did what?" Beth glanced around in alarm. "Shit, Jimmy, what do you think you're doing?"

"Look, Beth, you've always said that you have this fantasy about going to bed with a young girl. You've said several times tonight that you think Luisa is very pretty."

"No, you said that. I just agreed with you."

"OK. Only I thought that we're nicely relaxed, you're probably a little juiced up because of -- because of how you're dressed, and Luisa looks absolutely delectable, don't you think?"

"But James! You've probably shocked the poor girl, and she'll be calling the manager, maybe even the police! What were you thinking? Were you even thinking at all? At least, with anything above your waist?"

In truth, Beth was at least partly right. I was taking a hell of a risk. We'd been in the Dominican Republic for over a week, and we'd relaxed pretty effectively. We'd had sex every day -- usually twice. Beth had gone out without panties and in a short skirt on at least three occasions. On one of these, we had found a dark corner and I had fucked her up against a wall, as if we were a furtive young couple.

But although my sexy wife was keeping me well-served, I still couldn't prevent myself from looking at the pretty Latina girls around the hotel. Some seemed little older than fourteen and very shy. Others seemed a little older, quite demure but with sexy little smiles. Still others, like the dancers and the animation team, appeared more knowing. Few spoke much English, beyond what was necessary to serve food and drink.

Luisa was probably the prettiest we'd seen. Her skin was very dark, her hair thick and curly, her nose was sweet and turned up, and her pleasant oval face was frequently lit up with a radiant and sexy smile. She was slim and slight of build, and looked very attractive in her formal waitress outfit with its cute waistcoat (which bore her name badge) and tight, cheeky skirt across her pert little bum. And what was more, she'd been flirting with me throughout the meal, giving me looks and smiles that seemed to be indicating attraction -- even if their intention had been simply getting a large tip.

I'd drawn Beth's attention to Luisa on several occasions. My wife has always preferred the more feminine end of the sexual spectrum. Big, hairy, muscular guys turn her off, big time. She adores Johnny Depp, Ben Barnes and Robert Pattinson, and drools over some of the boy band types. Me, I'm slim, wiry and with little body hair, and I've always looked young for my age, so I'm within her range of interest, even if I'm not in the same league as her idols. But she has said on several occasions, when looking at (say) the husbands of her college friends -- mostly football types -- that she considers that she may have lesbian leanings. We've talked about swinging, but she could never find a couple, or even a single guy, on any of the websites who meets her exacting standards.

When I suggested that we try sharing our bed with a single female, she was at first quite hostile to the idea. "It's just so you can fuck someone else," she said. I told her that, if necessary, I'd sit in a corner and watch her make out with another woman, just so that she could have the girl-girl experience. I could see that she was interested, but so far we'd failed to bring it about.

So here we were, sexed up and surrounded by sweet Latina girls. Perhaps, I had thought, one might like to earn herself a few dollars -- possibly rather a lot of dollars in her estimation - having fun with a gringo couple? It was worth a try. If the girl complained, I could always claim it was all a misunderstanding, due to my poor Spanish.

As Beth still watched me suspiciously -- and a little contemptuously -- from the other side of the table, Luisa reappeared from the kitchen. She was alone; I had half-feared that she would be bringing one of the male staff to beat the shit out of me. She appeared nervous as she approached our table, glancing around to ensure that we were not observed.

"Señor, señora," she glanced at Beth with a shy little smile. "No puedo volver como ustedes esta noche." Shit. So that was a no, then.

"Pero..." Again, she glanced around. "Pero la mañana... ¿Dice diez mil pesos?"

"Si, verdad." She was showing interest. Ten thousand pesos was clearly a bait she was finding it hard to resist, and she was suggesting that maybe, tomorrow...

She asked shyly what I had meant when I suggested that she 'play' with us. We were leaning close. I struggled a little with my halting Spanish. I suggested that we undress. Kiss. Make caresses 'con manos y bocas' -- with hands and mouths. That she would perhaps lick my wife and me, and we would lick her. (Her eyes widened). Perhaps -- perhaps she would like to become acquainted with my 'güevo'....

"Señor. Es una problemita. No soy virgin, pero..." She looked abashed.

So she wasn't quite a virgin. Just almost one, and probably reluctant to actually fuck someone other than her boyfriend.

"No es una problema." 

I told her that we would play and give each other pleasure, that we would be very gentle, and that we were sure that she would enjoy it. I made a mental note to ensure that I had sufficient cash to offer her extra if she proved reluctant.

She smiled shyly. "Mañana. A las diez del noche. ¿Aquí?" At ten tomorrow evening we would meet her and take her from the restaurant, and then we would -- take her.

"You're sick! Fancy propositioning a young girl like that!" Beth gave me one of her withering looks.

"Maybe. But don't you find it exciting?"

"Pervy, more like. You never asked me. What if I don't want to go through with it?"

"Well, you'll miss the feeling of Luisa's soft skin against yours, her tongue in your slit, the taste of her sweet, young pussy juices, her nice firm tits against yours. I could go on..."

"Yeah, and also the sight of your cock going in and out of her pussy and her mouth. That's all you want, you dirty old bugger. I suppose I'm not enough for you?"

"Hey baby, it's not like we've never talked about it. And you're not telling me that the thought of cuddling a sweet young thing like Luisa doesn't turn you on?" I looked at her face. Yes, there were the tell-tale signs of arousal.

"I mean," I went on, "can't you just picture yourself, licking her sweet pussy, tasting her, feeling the sexy wet folds? Having her tongue in your slit, doing the same to you -- really soft, perhaps a little shy but so gentle? Maybe yes, watching my cock slide in and out of her, and the expression on her face as she's fucked. Maybe you'd be stroking her clit, making her cum. Or maybe feeling it sliding in and out of your cunt while Luisa plays with your clit? Or sucking on her nice, hard nipples while maybe I finger fuck you and she -- she sucks on my cock?"

We were in a dimly-lit area of the gardens, so I slipped my arm around her, pulled her close and kissed her. "Wouldn't you like to feel her stroking your clit?" I whispered in her ear, as my hand slid down beneath the hem of her skirt.

"James! Jimmy! Stop -- stop that."

I ignored her. My hand slid up her thigh and made contact with the smooth skin of her bare pussy. She had had it waxed as a special treat for me just before we came here, and it turned us both on to see and feel those smooth pussy lips. As I had guessed, at this moment they were most definitely moist. I kissed her again, and my finger slid deeper. I felt her catch her breath.

"Yeah, her fingers would slide into your pussy just like that. Only her touch would be so gentle. Can you imagine looking down at your bodies, you pale, her so dark and smooth, those sweet little fingers of hers shyly exploring your slit? And maybe she'd be making little noises because I'd be licking her pussy, maybe finger-fucking her tight little cunt. And I'd get her to finger-fuck you. Maybe stick one of those slender fingers up your bum. And she'll be so surprised when she makes you come. I bet she's never had a woman before -- certainly not an experienced one like you. And maybe we could take turns licking her slit until she squeals and screams."

By now, Beth's breathing was quickening, and her pussy juices were making my fingers slick. I could hear her gasps as I probed her sweet little cunt - still tight, thanks to her never having had kids.

"Maybe -- maybe we'll have to show her how to fuck. We could start with you opening wide and taking me right in, while she watches the action up close. She can see how your tight little cunt stretches around my cock. And then - then we could get her to lick your clit while I fuck you. Maybe -- maybe I'd pull out every once in a while and slip my cock into her cute little mouth so she can suck your juices off me. Then I'd shove it back up you, baby, and make you moan out loud. What do you think?"

"I think -- I think I need you to fuck me. Right now," she gasped.

I looked around for a suitable place. About twenty yards away, there was a small service building, and just behind it, a stack of sun-lounger mattresses about waist high. Perfect. Without ceremony, I led her around the back so we couldn't easily be seen, and bent her over the mattresses. Seconds later, my trousers were around my ankles -- I'd also gone commando -- her skirt was around her waist and my cock was balls-deep in her hot, juicy cunt.

Beth doesn't usually get off just from being fucked. She enjoys the sensations and the sexiness, but she needs clit-play to make her come. Sometimes we just take it in turns, or other times -- like tonight -- we find a position where I can shaft her and play with her clit at the same time.

We were both so aroused that it wasn't going to take long, and I could tell that she was trying to suppress her cries. Beth is noisy when she comes. I love hearing her loud moans and cries and feeling the sensations of her undulating pussy when she reaches release. When we get the timing right, and when she's particularly turned on, she can come and come for over a minute at a time. When she comes really strongly like that, I adore the feeling of her cunt rippling and squeezing around my cock. That almost always gets me off.

On that night, I felt her coming after little more than a minute, barely fifty strokes in her hot, wet tube. She was keeping her mouth tightly closed, so all I could hear was 'Mmmmm! Mmmmm! MmmmMMMMMM!' But the sensations on and around my cock told me everything I needed to know. As if that wasn't enough, I had a mental image of doing to Luisa just what I was currently doing to Beth, looking down at the black girl's tight little arsehole winking at me as I plundered the luscious, wet hole immediately beneath it. At that point, all control vanished and I filled my wife with a heavy load of spunk.

As she stepped out of the shower cubicle ten minutes later, having tried to wash away the dribbling fluid I had so generously deposited inside her, she said "You're still a pervy bastard. You've put that girl in a difficult spot. Do you think she'll go through with it?"

"Yes, I think so. You could tell that the money was a strong enticement. It's probably a week's wages to her. And you know -- I just got the impression she found it a bit exciting too. Like I said, she was flirting with me. You must have noticed?"

"Dream on, you old perv. You must be at least twice her age. Why would she choose your cock when there are so many other handsome young guys to choose from?"

Beth had a point. We'd done our fair share of people-watching around the pool over the last week. Mostly, the holiday-making couples we'd seen seemed to be major disparities between the relative attractiveness of we'd seen. There were lots of middle-aged and older couples, plus a few very pretty girls with very average-looking, fat and/or balding men. There were two German couples, perhaps in their forties, where the women, who seemed to be sisters, would be classed (by me at least) as MILFs, but their husbands were undoubtedly FUOGs ('fat ugly old gits'). 

For the most part, the best eye-candy for both of us was to be found from among the staff. Many of the guys, I had to admit, were handsome, fit and very attractive -- at least to a woman. Most of the female staff were young and pretty -- prettier than most of the guests. Some had the knowing look of young married women, or at least women who were not exactly strangers to sex. Some looked too young even to be employed. And some, like Luisa, were achingly delightful, sweet, sexy and appealing to us both. Beth didn't want to admit it, but in selecting Luisa I was fuelling one of her most private fantasies too.

"So should I have picked out a nice boy for you then?"

"Maybe. Were you thinking of pimping me?"

"Perhaps. But I thought you'd like to try fingers and a tongue before you sample a big cock. And anyway," I added, "their cocks would probably be too big for you."

As I mentioned earlier, Beth is very tight. If we haven't had sex for a while, it feels like I'm fucking a virgin when I try to slip inside her -- a fantasy we sometimes play up to. She's very petite and fit, and as I say, has never had kids, so she finds my meat more than enough for her. I'm of pretty average length, although my cock is reasonably thick, and there have been times when I've hurt her by being too eager or too fierce. She has said on many occasions that cock size is more of a turn off than a turn on for her. Given the reputation of black guys in this department, it was probably best that we were approaching our three-in-a-bed sex on holiday the way we had.

"What's more," I ventured, "I guess Luisa isn't very experienced. Maybe her boyfriend isn't either. Or maybe he's a bit too big and not skilled enough to make it feel good. Perhaps she's tried sex and, while it was exciting and naughty, it didn't fulfil her like she felt it should, or maybe it even hurt her. And she seemed to like you. I think if I'd suggested that it was just me taking her to bed, she wouldn't have gone along with it."

"If you'd suggested it was just you taking her to bed, you'd have woken up in the morning without anything to fuck her with. Don't forget that I have my blunt scissors with me!" She looked at me defiantly.

"Oh shut up woman and just suck my cock, will you?"

To my lasting surprise, she did.

***************************

Great sex, like good food, can be almost as good in the anticipation as in the fulfilment. Like I said -- almost. Beth's initial apparent jealousy and outrage over me fixing up sex with another woman seemed to have worn off. Instead, I could sense a growing excitement at what we had planned for the following evening.

To be honest, we both half expected Luisa to back out of our arrangement, but neither of us would say so. Instead, throughout the next day, Beth and I teased and tantalised each other over what it would be like to be having sex with Luisa.

"I want to watch you doing the scissors position with Luisa. How do you think it will feel having a girl's pussy lips rubbing over your clit?" I could see Beth getting quite worked up over the idea of new sensations.

"It looks like her mouth is bigger than mine. Maybe she'll be able to deep throat you. I want to watch you fuck her face." Beth's mouth is rather small, and as I said, my cock is on the thick side. She has never been able to take more than about half my length, and when she struggles to accommodate me it makes her jaw ache. I doubted that a girl as apparently inexperienced as Luisa would fare any better, but the image that Beth had conjured up, of me sliding my cock in and out between those soft lips, got me hard very quickly.

As I said, for most of the holiday we had managed an average of at least one fuck a day, and sometimes two or three. That morning, Beth had woken me with a lovely wake-up suck, and after getting me hard, had straddled me. I'd grabbed the small vibrator we'd brought with us from the bedside drawer and slipped it between our bodies, sliding it into her slit and rubbing it gently on her clit. We both came within a few minutes.

After lunch we sat in one of Jacuzzi pools. There was hardly anyone around, so I started stroking behind her knees -- a very sensitive spot for her - under the bubbling water. She didn't object, so I kept on caressing, moving my hand to her thighs. Then I slipped a hand onto her flat belly and slid my fingers into her bikini bottoms. She made a weak effort to stop me, but when I dipped into her slit, it was obvious she was wet -- and not just from the spa pool. Under cover of the bubbles, I teased her clit and pussy until she came, struggling hard not to thrash around and cry out in the pool.

She then started trying to tease me through my swim shorts, but I suggested that it would be rather antisocial to deposit cum in the pool. Instead, we hurried back to our room, still a little moist from the jacuzzi, and I confirmed that Beth was still more than a little moist from her recent orgasm, as I bent her over the balcony rail and fucked her energetically and without ceremony from behind. (Fortunately, we had a sea view and there were no boats around!)

That evening, Beth and I were sitting at an outdoor table near the restaurant a little after ten, finishing some drinks. 

"Do you think she'll turn up?" Beth asked with a slight note of worry in her voice.

"Would you rather she did or she didn't?" I asked back, 

"Well, I'm a bit scared of what might happen, but I'm still excited."

"That's good, because here she is."




The Proposition



Luisa appeared through the restaurant door with a bag over one shoulder. She looked nervous. We got up from our table and walked over to her.

"Hola, Luisa. ¿Cómo está usted?" I asked.

"Bien, gracias, señor. Pero -- pero estoy un poco -- inquieto." 

I wasn't surprised she was nervous. What we were asking her to do was probably a long way outside her experience, but from things she had said, I guessed she really needed the money. I tried to reassure her, explain that she would not be asked to do anything she didn't want to, that we were sure that she would enjoy it as much as she would. In fact, we would see to it that her pleasure was at least as great as ours.

The walk to our room wasn't far, but she kept looking around, perhaps anxious not to be seen with guests at this time of night. She seemed relieved when the door of our room closed behind her and we were at last in private. I took her bag from her shoulder, and smiled.

"Champagne?" I asked, taking a bottle of the cheap-but-acceptable cava they offered at the hotel from our mini-bar. Luisa nodded.

"Beth, I'll pour us some drinks, but I think you should try kissing her. It will be better if we start with you, rather than me."

Beth looked at me, and I could see that both women had nervous expressions on their faces. This was new ground they were both exploring. 

Shyly, tentatively, Beth stepped forward and touched Luisa's face gently. They looked into each others' eyes, and then Beth bent forward and softly kissed Luisa's sweet mouth. 

I watched in fascination as my wife and this lovely, shy, exotic girl kissed. There's something sublimely erotic about two women kissing which is often lacking in a male-female embrace. A lot of men see kissing as a dull-but-necessary prelude to getting their cock into a wet hole, which is their sole purpose. For women, it seems the kiss has a greater intensity than for men. I like to kiss, and Beth says I'm a good kisser. If she's in the right mood, I can get her wet just by kissing her on her lips -- that's the ones on her mouth.

But in my view, women kiss far more erotically than men ever do, especially girl on girl. Watching the interplay between two soft, feminine mouths, the wetness of lips, the sexiness of tongues, gets me hard every time. The fact that this was my own wife and an innocent-looking and very pretty little Latina made it many times more intense than watching heavily-staged lesbian porn.

I could tell that Beth was getting turned on, and I was pleased to see that Luisa seemed equally excited. I knew that Beth had kissed a girl only once before, not long after we were married, at some rather drunken party. She told me about it some time later. She said that she'd really enjoyed it, but that they had been interrupted by the other girl's boyfriend, and there had been a big row. Beth had never had the courage to try it again, but she seemed to be making up for lost time here.

I watched in delight as she unbuttoned Luisa's waistcoat and pulled it back off her shoulders, then started to unbutton her smart white blouse. Luisa appeared to be enjoying running her hands up and down the smooth skin of Beth's arms, but seemed unable to progress any further. I decided it was time to intervene.

I stepped behind Luisa and slid the white blouse and waistcoat from off her shoulders. Then I softly kissed the back and sides of her neck, relishing the smooth, dark skin against my lips. I heard her sigh softly, and guessed I was on the right track.

Luisa had on a simple white bra; nothing too sexy, but probably the prettiest she could afford. I slowly and gently ran my nails up and down her bare arms, something I know Beth loves, then reached across to unfasten the bra strap.

At that, Luisa froze. Her elbows came in tight to her sides, and her shoulders hunched. Perhaps I was moving a little too fast.

I moved my lips and tongue around her neck, licking lightly around her ear and at her throat, then I homed-in on her lips as Beth switched to the other side of Luisa's neck. Swept up in the pleasant, erotic and not-too-scary sensations, Luisa began to relax again.

I broke the kiss and smiled. "You are so beautiful," I told her in Spanish, and was rewarded by a sweet, shy little smile. "Here," I said, passing her a glass of the cava that I had poured a few minutes earlier. She took it and sipped it nervously, perhaps not used to alcohol.

Then I went around behind Beth and unfastened her dress. Beth knew what to do, just holding Luisa's gaze with her eyes until the dress had fallen to the floor. The expression on Luisa's face was a delightful picture as she took in Beth's slender shape, her still-pale skin, her modest tits pushed up by the bra. I saw the dark girl catch her breath when she took in the sight of Beth's naked pussy, smooth, pouting and, as I'd guessed, glistening slightly with her juices.

A girl can look a little strange in just a bra, shoes and jewellery, so my next move was to remove the last piece of underwear. Beth, delightful little minx that she is, stood still and unperturbed as I did so, making longing eye contact with Luisa as both girls sipped their wine. I watched as the two girls looked at each other, and saw the obvious signs of arousal in Luisa's sweet face.

My next move was to remove my own shirt, and then to turn to Luisa. "Now you?" I asked, gesturing the movement of removing her bra. With both of us partially undressed, Luisa nodded shyly, put down her glass and reached behind her.

"No, I will do it," I said softly, once more moving behind her, and this time succeeding in removing the chaste white fabric from her skin.

"They're beautiful," Beth said, almost with a sigh. I had to resist the urge to reach around the young Latina to feel her firm young breasts. Not so Beth. She reached up and gently cupped one in her hand, taking Luisa's arm and guiding it to one of her own. I wished I'd brought a camera.

Then the girls resumed kissing, pressing gently, breast to breast, nipple to nipple. I continued kissing Luisa's neck and shoulders, running my fingers lightly down her dark, smooth back to the waistband of her skirt. I heard her gasp as I unfastened the waistband, but there was no resistance, and when the skirt fell to the floor, I got my first sight of Luisa's lovely, smooth, rounded bottom, demurely wrapped in a pair of plain white cotton panties.

I dutifully collected the scattered clothes and draped them over a chair, then moved behind the dark girl again before removing my own trousers. Once again, I'd gone commando, though Luisa was still facing away from me and as yet in no position to notice my nakedness. I focused on running hands and nails over different areas of skin -- her back, arms, hips, outer thighs -- before sweeping my palms across her cotton-clad buttocks and down onto her thighs.

By now, Beth and Luisa were kissing quite passionately and caressing each others' breasts and stomachs. They seemed totally engrossed. When I moved my hand up Luisa's smooth and shapely thigh, reaching the crotch of her panties, she gasped but did not flinch away. The fabric was wet, as I'd hoped.

I whispered "¿Por favor?" in her ear, and then hooked my thumbs into the sides of her panties and began to slide them down. There was a slight gasp of concern, distress, passion -- I couldn't tell -- and she briefly pressed her thighs together, before opening them again to allow the garment to be removed. As I reached her feet, helping her from her shoes and panties at about the same time, I leaned forward and gently kissed those smooth buttocks, then licked gently at her upper thighs. She gasped and giggled a little, as though I was tickling her, which perhaps I was.

I stood up again, admiring this lovely, dark-skinned body, the soft curves of her hips and rounded bottom, the slim, shapely legs, the smooth back, before moving a little closer and running my hands gently over her hips and back onto that dark peach. I leaned in and kissed her neck and shoulders again, and revelled in Luisa's response, as she stretched her neck back to allow Beth access to her throat while I flicked the back and sides of her neck with my tongue.

Gently holding her hips, I moved a little closer.

"¡Ai!" she gasped as my erect cock nestled against her back. "¡Su güevo está -- está caliente, y -- y es grande!"

She was mostly right. My cock was boiling hot and swollen to its full size by the effect she was having on me. As I said, it's by no means the longest cock in the world, but it is reasonably thick, which seems to suit most of the women I've had the pleasure of pleasuring. (As an ex-Navy friend once said -- "long and thin slips right in, short and thick does the trick.")

I slid my hands up to Luisa's shoulders, and looked into my wife's smiling and highly-aroused face. "Can we turn her round? Why don't you play with her pussy while I taste her titties for a while?"

Beth's eyes were on fire. This was having an even stronger effect on her than I had thought. She gently turned Luisa around to face me, and for the first time I got a proper look at this delectable young creature. Her face was a picture of erotic excitement and nervousness, which accentuated her extremely pretty features. Her breasts were rather larger than Beth's, beautifully shaped and with hard, dark nipples. Her stomach was flat, and at the bottom, the dark V of her pubic hair was glossy and nicely trimmed. She was frankly gorgeous -- everything that Beth and I had hoped for.

I kissed her again, gently cupping a breast, as Beth's hand snaked around her and settled over her enticing bush. I felt as well as heard her gasp as my wife's fingers found the sensitive slit and pressed inside. I saw Luisa's eyelids flutter and close as Beth began to stir her fingers around the black girl's pussy, stroking and teasing the way she liked me to stroke and tease her. I reflected for a moment that Beth had never done this with a girl before, but her knowledge of what felt good for her and her own excitement at what she was doing carried her along.

When we turned her around, Luisa had rested her hands gently on my upper arms. I decided it was time to move things on, so I softly lifted her hands and placed them on my cock. Luisa's eyes snapped open. She looked at me with that same look of excitement and nervousness.

"El güevo de usted, es... es...", she stammered.

"Es muy contento en su manos," I replied gently. My cock was indeed very happy in her hands. "¿Acaricia, por favor?" But it would be even happier if she stroked it.

Slowly, gently, she began sliding her small, delicate hands up and down my shaft, across and around the head. It felt fantastic. Beth can give me a nice handjob, on the rare occasions when we're feeling hot and this is the only practical alternative to a blowjob or a fuck; for example, in a theatre, on a plane, at a dinner party. Luisa's soft, almost tentative touch was thrilling, partly because of what she was doing, but mostly because of the context. Looking into her eyes, seeing that beautiful expression of nervous arousal, feeling her touch on my cock, revelling in the firmness of her pert but rounded breasts with their long, hard nipples; all this made me horny as hell. If this went on much longer, I could see me decorating Luisa's dark skin with some pale streaks -- very soon.

"Hey ladies," I said in English. "How about we move to the bed? I feel a need to eat pussy."

"OK, but me first," Beth insisted.

Luisa looked at me with a puzzled expression. I indicated the bed, and she allowed herself to be led, sliding into the centre of the huge four-poster. I took a pillow and slipped it under her head, and perhaps to her surprise, another under her sweet, round bottom. We lay on either side of her, and returned our hands and mouths to their previous locations; Beth's fingers in Luisa's pussy, my hands on her delectable breasts, Luisa's hands gently cradling and stroking my cock, all of us taking turns to kiss.

Just as I was getting ready to go south and explore Luisa's lush cleft with my tongue, Beth anticipated my move and headed that way herself. The plaintive little cry that came from Luisa's throat as Beth's tongue began to stimulate her pussy lips was dick-achingly erotic. When my lips closed around one of Luisa's dark, erect nipples, she moaned again. This was so delectably hot that I was going to have to control my sensations carefully so as not to come before I -- and the ladies -- were ready.

"What does she taste like?" I asked, raising my head reluctantly from one of Luisa's nipples, before switching to the other.

"Delicious. Spicy-sweet, and she's already very wet." I could see a sheen of pussy juices around Beth's mouth. For a girl who had never eaten pussy before, she was seriously getting into it.

After suckling for a while, and feeling Luisa's gentle touch teasing my cock, I knew I needed to change soon if I wasn't to come. I lifted my head again, and looked at Luisa's face. Her eyes were closed, her mouth open, her breathing quickened, and she was making little gasps and moans. The occasional, soft "¡Sí!" escaped her lips. She looked more beautiful than I could ever have imagined.

I dragged my gaze away from Luisa's face and glanced down at my wife's smooth pussy lips, feeling a strong urge to bury my own tongue there. After a moment's thought, I decided to create a little sex triangle. I slowly got up, turned round and positioned myself facing the foot-end of the bed.

"Shuffle round, baby. It's time your pussy had some tongue too," I said to Beth.

"Oh God, yes please!" Beth sighed. "I'm absolutely creaming!"

As Beth changed the angle of her body and then returned her mouth to Luisa's pussy, Luisa's eyes flicked open, and she saw, inches from her face, my rampant cock. She looked at it with some trepidation.

"¿Chupar, por favor?" I asked her. Please baby, please suck it for me. I need it so much.

Shyly she picked up my cock, bent her head forward and tentatively touched her lips to its head. It was my turn to moan out loud. Just the sight of that sweet face and the shyness of her expression, coupled with the sight and the delicious sensation of her innocent, wet mouth on my most sensitive area made my cock twitch in anticipation. This seemed to startle her, so I tried to encourage her.

"Muy, muy bien, Luisa. Por favor, ¿una poquita más?" Oh yes, more please!

She opened a little wider and allowed all of the head of my cock into that sweet, wet hole. I was in heaven. The soft touch of her lips and the exploratory swirl of her tongue were divine.

"¿Como está?" I asked her, immediately regretting the fact that she had to stop sucking my cock to answer me.

"Es -- es un poco grande por mi boca, y -- y salado. Pero -- pero es bueno."

Perhaps my cock was a little large for her mouth, and the taste a little salty, but she seemed to be enjoying it. I certainly was.

Beth raised her head briefly. "Hey, Jimmy? Don't talk, eat!"

My head went down and tasted the familiar flavour of my wife's pussy. I tested her wetness with a finger, sliding it, and then another, into her richly juicy little cunt, finding her g-spot and stimulating her in a way I knew she loved. I noticed that she was performing a similar service for Luisa, who seemed to be in bliss, even as she slid a little more of my cock back and forth between her lips. She may have been inexperienced, but this clearly wasn't the first time she had sucked cock, and she had some natural skill.

And so we progressed, each focusing on one another, each seemingly competing to bring the subject of our attentions to orgasm first. Certainly, Beth was working up a storm inside Luisa's pussy, eliciting more and more urgent cries from Luisa's rather full mouth. I for my part was focusing on some very fluent tongue-writing on my wife's clit, while Luisa, who was showing she was not quite the novice she at first appeared, seemed happy to take me deeper than I had dared hope, and capable enough to easily drive me over the edge if I lost concentration.

Finally, I heard Luisa's cries reach a new pitch, and for the first time her teeth grazed my cock as her orgasm began. This was probably as well, as I would otherwise have filled her mouth with spunk only seconds later. As it was, the slight discomfort offset my own added arousal at hearing the young girl coming.

I increased the intensity of my efforts on Beth's pussy, trying not to change things too much. When Beth is into a rhythm, the last thing she wants is variety, and by simple perseverance I managed to get her moaning and her sweet cunt contracting. This was really good.

What I wasn't ready for was Luisa's reaction. My cock had slipped out of her mouth as her long-lasting orgasm carried her along, and Beth and I were treated to a sweet song that repeated the sounds "¡Ai!" and "¡Sí! ¡Sí!" as we witnessed the black girl's delightful orgasm. For a moment, she fell back onto the pillows and her body thrashed in the throes of her climax. Then she grew still, and smiled. 

I started to get up, so that I could kiss her, but a fire came into her eyes, and to my surprise she returned my cock to her sweet, wet mouth and started sliding me deeper than before. The luscious wetness and the fabulously naughty tongue were too much to bear, and within barely a minute I knew I would come imminently.

"Luisa! Luisa... yo... yo... ¡vengo!" I thought I should warn the poor girl before I, before I...

I proceeded to shoot spurt after spurt of hot cum into her luscious wet mouth. And to my amazement and delight, she kept sucking and licking until I was fully spent. My body was writhing as much as Luisa's had a little earlier, unable to contain the ecstasy of one of the most powerful orgasms I'd had in ages. Cumming in a girl's mouth is one of my favourite experiences. When the girl is as pretty and subtly sexy as Luisa, it was sublime.

"¡Luisa, muchas gracias!" I gasped when I was finally able to return to coherent speech. She smiled, and there was a tiny dribble of cum on her lips. Perfect!

"Por favor, señor, ¿un vaso de champagne?"

I tipped out the warm dregs of our previous glasses and poured fresh wine for us all. I returned to the bed, handed them out and then raised my glass.

"To Luisa, the prettiest, sexiest girl in the Dominican Republic!" Beth and I chinked glasses, and we repeated "To Luisa!"

She smiled that beautiful, open, almost innocent smile. I would have said entirely innocent, were it not for the small trail of my cum at one corner of her mouth, and the fact that I'd just witnessed -- and felt -- that luscious mouth giving me one hell of a blowjob.

"Oh, I forgot," I said, setting my glass down. 

"Tengo dinero para usted," I said, pulling three envelopes out of the drawer. "Digo a usted una media ahora, una media cuando usted va."

She looked at the three envelopes, shyly peeked into the one I had given her to check that the notes were indeed there, and then looked at me with a little concern. I was giving her half the money now and the other half at the end of the evening, once she'd made us both happy -- probably all three of us. She seemed to register this without complaint, but she looked hard at the third envelope.

"¿Y otro?"

I'd collected double the amount of cash promised -- just in case.

"Esta es por otros servicios especiales, si usted quiera."

The third envelope was as thick as the other two combined. Clearly the money enticed her. But she was concerned about what 'other special services' I had in mind.

"¿Qué -- que especies de servicios?"

"Solamente que usted quisiera." Only what you wish. Then I pulled out four, five-hundred peso notes -- around $60 -- from the third envelope as a bonus for the excellent blowjob. "Y este, es para la boca. Gracias." She smiled. I thought for a moment I was in love.




The Proposition



"What are you going on about?" Beth asked, suspiciously.

"I was just explaining that we're giving her half the money now and half at the end of the evening. And I've told her that there's a bonus if she's very nice, if she wants to do anything special."

"You dirty bugger! I know what you have in mind, and I think you're depraved." Beth looked at me with a mixture of disgust and arousal. She knew that I had planned to fuck beautiful little Luisa. Cumming in her mouth had been an unexpected bonus for me, prompting a cash bonus for her. But having seen her delectable peach of a bottom, I wondered whether Luisa would enjoy some back-door action for a little extra cash. Though, of course, I didn't want to be explicit about it just yet, in case I scared her off.

Luisa smiled at the unexpected extra money, slipped the extra notes into the envelope I'd given her and put it carefully by the bedside.

"Señor, por favor, ¿qué especies de servicios?" She returned to the same question. Shit! I wasn't ready to explain yet.

"Primeramente, quisiera coger usted."

Her eyes registered a little shock. Perhaps it was just the word, or maybe she really hadn't expected that I would definitely want to fuck her, having simply invited her to play with my cock.

"Sí. ¿Y después?"

So after I'd fucked her, what else would I want to do? I took it as a positive sign that she had answered 'yes' to my suggestion of fucking her.

"Luisa, usted e una chica muy, muy especial. Quisiéramos hacer muchas cosas con una chica como usted. Por favor, paciencia." Be patient. All will be revealed to a lovely girl like you, Luisa.

Beth chuckled. "I can only get a bit of what you're saying, but if I guess right, you've told her you want something special, and she's asked you what, and you're too embarrassed to say that you want to fuck her up the arse. And I guess that if you do, she'll scream and run out, and that's all of our evenings ruined. So before you get all pervy on me, why don't you just fuck me, and maybe we can get in a position where she can lick my pussy at the same time? I'd pay extra for that."

"Tell you what, Babe; why don't we compromise. I'll fuck you up the arse while Luisa licks your pussy. Then, if she likes what she sees, we'll reverse positions."

"You mean you want her to fuck your arse? I didn't bring my strap-on..."

"You know what I mean. So what do you say -- do you want it up the bum, you nasty little slut?"

Now this was a seriously high-risk strategy. Beth's views on anal sex vary with her mood. Sometimes the mere suggestion gets her angry, and she complains that I'm only interested in doing things that are uncomfortable or painful for her. Other times, she'll accuse me of being a pervert and a closet gay. But sometimes, when she's feeling really hot, she gets off so much on the sheer dirtiness of the situation that she's prepared to take me up her arse. In fact, on one occasion she actually requested it. (It wouldn't be true to say that she begged for it, but I persuaded myself at the time that she had.)

And tonight, I seemed to be in luck. Beth had discovered a new seam of sexiness, sharing her bed and her husband with a very sexy, beautiful younger woman. Perhaps it was the rivalry, wanting to show me that she could service my needs as well as any 20-year old Latina. Maybe she was attracted by the thought of having Luisa go down on her while she did the very dirty act I'd suggested. In any event, it seemed my gamble had played off.

She sat up. "OK, get the lube, big boy. And explain to this sweet little darling what you're going to do to me, and what she's going to do to me. And then do it."

I moved to the bedside drawer and extracted a pack of condoms and some lubricant.

"Quiere usted -- ¿me - me coger?" she asked, a little breathlessly, watching as I extracted a condom from the pack.

"Momentito," I said. "Primero, quisiera que usted me chupa un poco mas, por favor."

My erection was returning, and she was anticipating that I would fuck her. Whilst I dearly wanted this too, first of all I wanted Luisa to speed the process along with her luscious mouth. Dutifully, the girl lay back and I inserted my semi-hard organ between her lips. Her oral treatment was just as enjoyable the second time round, and she had soon helped me achieve one of the essential pre-requisites for good anal sex -- a rock-hard boner.

As she sucked, Beth turned around and presented her delectable, pert arse to me. I gently inserted a well-lubed finger, adding extra lube very generously to my hand. Then I slid my other hand around to the front to stroke her pussy. 

The deal for getting my cock inside her arse is that I get her really, really wet and hot first, then when I've got my cock up her bum, I have to frig her clit until she comes. The liberal use of dirty talk on these occasions is a definite aphrodisiac -- once she's ready.

After finger-fucking her arse with just one digit, I carefully inserted a second. These days, Beth has learned to relax her arse and is usually ready after I've stretched her with two, but I pressed on and used three, just to be sure. Meanwhile, my other hand needed no lube -- her pussy was soaked.

Reluctantly, I extracted my dick from the delightful embrace of Luisa's mouth. Her eyes, which were closed while she gently sucked me, opened, and she took in what I was doing to Beth. Her sweet brow furrowed.

"Luisa, en un momentito, voy coger Beth, mi mujer, en el culo..."

"¿En el culo? ¡Madre de Dios!" 

"Y por favor, quisiéramos que usted ¿hace la sopa?" 

I have no idea whether the Spanish slang for pussy-licking is 'making the soup' all over the world, but I'd read the expression in a rather bawdy phrase book and thought I'd try it out in a real-life situation. Luisa looked a little surprised at my request, and wasn't sure how to proceed. So I extracted my fingers from Beth's magic holes and turned the dark girl around across the bed. Beth straddled Luisa's face, and Luisa soon got the message and began to lick -- much to Beth's delight.

I applied the rubber to my now-restored and throbbing erection, and coated it with a lot more lube.

"Come on, Jimmy. If it's going in, do it now. Please?"

Oh my God! She really was begging for it! I lined up against the hole, and pushed gently. Beth gasped, though whether it was because of my attempted entry or because of Luisa's tongue action, I couldn't tell. My only goal at this stage was to push in, slowly, steadily, until I'd filled my wife's lovely tight arse with my cock.

It was amazing. Beth had lowered her face into Luisa's pussy and Luisa was lapping away, apparently contentedly. I pushed a little harder, and Beth's arse yielded, slowly, excruciatingly, until the head of my cock slipped inside. I love that moment, when it pops through the ring and everything is so tight and delicious. And when I start to pull back, that's when Beth normally starts to get off on it.

Normally while my fat cock-head is stretching her tight ring uncomfortably, Beth would be complaining, moaning in discomfort, telling me that my cock was too big for her arse. Sometimes she means it, but sometimes it's just part of the role-play that usually accompanies our anal attempts. (I say 'attempts' because they're not always successful). She usually likes to pretend that she has no choice in the matter, that she's being forced to take it up the arse, an unwilling victim of sodomy. Sometimes she'll plead and whimper. The first time she did this, I stopped and pulled out -- and got a mouthful of abuse because she was actually getting off on it. Now we tend to use a 'safe word' for when it really is too painful.

However, right now, there were no protests, no whimpers. I thought I heard a low moan in her throat when I got through the ring and started to pull on the sensitive zones inside her sphincter, but I could have been wrong. Both girls seemed to have their mouths occupied at that moment.

And so I rocked my way in and out, and I could tell that this was pressing Beth's buttons, because she started moving with me, pushing and pulling to get the most pleasant friction out of the experience. Within about a minute, my stroke took me to my full length inside her tight arse, and I felt Beth rocking gently back and forth. This was fucking amazing!

At the end of the full-length back-stroke, as my cock again pulled at Beth's ring, I leaned back a little and glanced down. The black girl's eyes were wide as she watched me sliding my full length in and out of my wife's arse. I knew I was close -- would I come before Beth? I wasn't sure. I thrust in a little harder, pulled back, giving Beth the benefit of all the best sensations I could raise inside that tight tube, but she wasn't coming -- not yet. Time for the final weapon in my -- if you'll excuse the pun -- arsenal.

"How does it feel, slut? Fucked up the arse with a thick cock while some sweet, innocent girl licks your cunt? Is that dirty enough for you, slut?"

There are five golden rules of anal sex. Trust me -- I know. Rule 1 is lots of lube; forget that 'spit and pussy juices' crap, unless you both want to make it literally a once-in-a-lifetime (and never again) experience. Rule 2 is keep it clean; ideally, she should have douched, you should be wearing a condom, and you don't stick a finger -- or anything else that's been in her arse -- anywhere near her pussy. (UTIs are most definitely not fun for either of you, and I've been there). Rule 3 is that you need a boner like an iron bar; nothing semi-hard is getting past that tight ring. Rule 4 is gentleness -- with the same consequences for non observance as Rule 1.

And Rule 5 is to ensure the girl is mentally in a very dirty place. Anal sex is arse-fucking -- it's not 'making love'. It's filthy, perverted and raw. If the girl is in a romantic mood and you try to move to the butt, you're likely to get your face slapped -- or worse. Mentally (or verbally) she has to be saying either 'fuck my slutty arse with your huge cock, you filthy bastard', or 'Oh, no, Sir Jasper! Why are you pressing your -- your big manhood into my light little bottom? It feels like -- like you're trying to -- to sodomise me! (And as much as I may struggle, protest and try to resist, I'm too feeble/terrified/tied to the bed to stop you).' Get the picture? She's got to really want it, whether she says it or not.

Beth knows this, and as I said, I know when she's sufficiently juiced-up to not connect her knee with my balls if I suggest anal. Tonight, her head was in the right place, both mentally and physically. (That is, between Luisa's thighs). The dirty talk is the usual trigger that tips her over, as I confirm to her what a hot and depraved little whore she is for taking it up the arse. (By the way, that's meant as a deeply felt compliment, not an insult). A few filthy sentences, linked with some well-timed strokes from an experienced arse-fucker (ie me), the taste of a girl's pussy on her tongue and the feel of a girl's tongue on her own pussy -- the perfect combination! She came.

Beth's anal orgasms are strong. This one nearly crushed my dick. As I felt the first spasm, I thrust (with some difficulty) balls-deep. I waited as long as I could, then gasped "¡Luisa! ¡Ahora! ¡Lame mis cojones!" I'm amazed I could remember the Spanish for 'lick my balls' at a time like that.

I couldn't see the dark girl's face, but the feeling of her tongue on my balls was so gorgeous, combined with the contractions in Beth's arse, that it make me roar with pleasure and fill the condom with my cum. The whole room seemed to spin. I wonder what the neighbours must have thought.

After the room stopped spinning, I realised that Beth and I were lying in a heap on top of Luisa. With some urgency, I unplugged myself from Beth's dark passage -- she yelped - and flipped the condom into the bin, jumping off the bed and heading for the bathroom to clean up. (Remember Rule 2, above?)

When I came out, the girls were embracing, kissing again. There were tear-streaks down Beth's face, and her make-up was smeared with pussy juices. She looked beautiful. (Luisa looked equally fabulous and similarly face-smeared).

"Fuck, Jimmy! That was -- that was awesome! Christ, I came so hard I think I passed out. But I felt you coming in my arse. God, I thought you'd never stop pumping!"

I embraced my lovely wife and kissed her gently. "That was incredible babe. You were absolutely amazing!"

I turned to Luisa, who was stroking Beth's hair and smiling.

"What did you think of that?" I asked in Spanish.

"It was -- strange. Sexy, but -- but a little -- a little scary. You went so deep. I thought, 'it will never go in. He is so big, and she is so small!' But you did. And the señora -- she, she seemed to like it."

"The señora loved it. She receives much pleasure from taking my wood in her culo. But you, Luisa? Did you come also?"

"Not -- not yet. Not this time. I was near, but -- but I wanted to make sure that you and the señora, you had your pleasure."

"Then we must ensure that now you, Luisa, have your pleasure. ¿Quiere usted que doy astilla a usted?" In the DR, you give a girl a splinter -- literally, you give her wood. Was she ready for that?

"Por favor, señor, ¿no en mi culo? ¡No -- no en mi culo!" She looked a little alarmed.

"No, Luisa, no en su culo. En su coño. ¿Quiere esta?" She clearly wasn't ready for it up her arse yet, and I assured her I only wanted her sweet cunt.

I think she was a little shocked by the casual obscenity -- perhaps by the fact that a gringo knew the local slang (God bless Wikipedia!), but after a moment's hesitation, she looked down at my returning erection (and God bless Cialis), and nodded. "Sí, señor. Pero -- pero.... por favor, ¿ser dulce?"

Of course I was going to be gentle. What else could I be with such a sweet girl? This time, as I tore open another condom wrapper, Beth descended on my cock and sucked me to hardness. I rolled the rubber on and turned to Luisa.

"¿Abrir, por favor, de par en par?" Open wide. Now, could I get her to say 'aaah'?

She spread her legs with what seemed a little embarrassment. I smiled, and dived down to taste -- a flavour denied to me so far this evening. Luisa cried out and clutched at my head, as my tongue probed her and explored the pink-in-black folds. She was brim-full of juices, and she writhed on my tongue.

"Give the girl a break!" Beth said. "She's been licked twice. Now she needs to be fucked -- don't you, my sweet?" Luisa smiled shyly as Beth stroked the dark girl's hair, then bent down to kiss her again.

I raised my head from that delicious valley between Luisa's thighs and looked from one of my bedmates to the other. Luisa looked at Beth with only partial comprehension. I smiled at her and translated.

"Mi mujer dice que usted quiere que yo coge usted." My wife says that you want me to fuck you. "¿Sí o no?"

She smiled weakly and nodded. "Sí".

"¿Verdad? Dígame que tengo ser." Tell me what I should do.

"Por favor, señor. Coge mí."

It's sexy having a girl ask you to fuck her, in any language.

"Luisa, unos palabras ingleses por usted. Por favor, dígame -- 'please fuck me'"

She looked at me and giggled a little. She was learning naughty words in a foreign language. Slowly, carefully, she repeated "Señor, pa-leese fock mi". Then she smiled. "Good?" she asked, obviously one English word she knew.

"¡Excelente!" I replied, sliding my body up between her silky-smooth open thighs.

"Take it easy there, big boy," Beth said softly. "I bet she's even tighter than me. Be really gentle with her."

Then, to my surprise, Beth took hold of my rubber-clad cock, guided it to the overflowing well of Luisa's sweet, pink cunt, and dipped it in a little. Then she pulled it out and slid it up and down Luisa's slit, causing the girl to gasp. 

I switched my gaze between the beautiful, sweet and excited face of the girl I was about to fuck, and the wet open pussy that was about to receive my cock. Both sights were highly erotic. And adding to the eroticism was the fact that my own lovely wife was guiding my cock into another woman's tight cunt.

"Slowly, Jimmy. Slide it in gently until she's full of your cock. I want to watch you fuck her the way you fuck me when we're pretending I'm a virgin," Beth said softly. As I said, this is an occasional little fantasy we have, thanks to my wife's amazingly still-tight cunt. It's good practice.

I pushed a little. Luisa gasped, and I felt her delicious young tightness yielding as I slowly entered her. The expression on the black girl's face was so horny I would probably have shot my load if my cock wasn't rather de-sensitised after anal fucking my wife. Even so, probing her tight tunnel for the first time, rocking gently back and forth to stretch her gently and ease the passage, was a fantastic delight, as that tight little cunt yielded inch by inch to my slow but unstoppable incursion. When our thighs at last met, and I was totally embedded inside her, I bent to kiss her.

"¿Es bueno?" 

"Si -- si señor. No es -- no es doloroso."

So I wasn't hurting her, but I wasn't yet giving her pleasure. Well, I'd barely started yet.

"Beth, baby? Could you please play with Luisa's pussy while I fuck her?"

My wife responded by sliding alongside our bedmate, kissing her gently and slowly slipping her clever fingers through the soft, wet fur and into the black girl's wide-open slit. Luisa gasped, and I felt her tilt her hips back to make better contact with Beth's hand. I took this as my cue to slide back, and then slide my cock into her deeply once more. The soft moan that came from Luisa's throat was deliciously erotic, and my cock gave a little twitch in response.

Gradually I picked up the pace, fucking Luisa's sweet, tight and very wet cunt with easy strokes, taking about a second to pull out and another second to slide in. I regretted that I couldn't do this bareback, as the sensations would have been so much better. I consoled myself with the fact that she was here at all, and that I now had the amazing privilege of getting my cock inside her luscious cunt, which was a miracle in itself.

I changed the angle of my thrusts, swirling, twisting, trying to make contact with different surfaces inside that tight, wet little fuck-hole, testing what felt good for her, watching and feeling her reactions. As my fucking became harder, more insistent, she started to move with me, following the movements of my hips. Now each thrust made contact with the front surface of her vagina, which she seemed to be enjoying, and ended with Beth's fingers pressed between my body and Luisa's open slit, and most specifically, her swollen clitoris.

Luisa's movements, like my own, became more urgent. She was again gasping, crying out "¡Sí! ¡Sí!", her head thrashing to and fro on the bed. She squealed loudly and I felt her coming, her tight little cunt rippling, not as strongly as Beth's arse, but definitely there. I kept fucking her, hard and insistently, and Beth kept stroking her clit, until her cries became ones of mild distress. She wanted us to stop.

I was close, and needed a trigger. "¡Luisa! ¿Sabe usted -- que dígame...?" I'm sure you know what to say, Luisa. Please say it!

"¡Sí! "¡Sí Señor! Pa-leese -- pa-leese fock mi, Señor. OH! Fock mi -- con su polla grande! Fock mi! Fock mi! OH! OH! ¡Sí!"

Whatever she really wanted, those words from her sweet, innocent-looking mouth made me come explosively. My last few thrusts were rather brutal, but I completely lost control. As I collapsed beside her, my cock slipped out and she squealed. And then I waited for about half a minute until the world stopped spinning.

"Gracias -- Luisa. ¡Muchas -- muchas gracias! ¡Era muy, my bien!" I gasped.




The Proposition



"Well, you've done alright for yourself. You've fucked two women in one evening, including one -- me -- up the arse. I hope you're not going to fall asleep now, as there are two girls here who'll want to come again soon." Beth looked at me challengingly. 

Shit, I wasn't sure I had the stamina for yet more sex. The endorphins and alcohol were kicking in, and I was likely to be asleep soon. However, I'd managed to come three times, and they had only twice. "Let me get a drink, babe, and I'll see what I can do."

I grabbed some more water and offered it around. I drained my first glass in an instant, and poured myself another.

"OK, ladies, if you'd like to lie side by side on the bed and open your legs, I'll be delighted to pleasure you." Beth steered Luisa to spot in the middle of the bed, then lay down beside her and started kissing her and caressing her lovely breasts again. I moved to the foot of the bed, carefully parted Luisa's thighs and started to explore with my fingers. Beth's legs were already parted, so within a minute or so, I was gently finger-fucking each lady as their kisses became more passionate.

Then I started dipping my head and tasting each pussy in turn, lapping at inner lips and clits, teasing, tantalising, occasionally surprising one or other of the girls with my oral antics. And all the while, I had located two g-spots and was working a gentle 'come hither' action on them both.

Then I decided on another idea, an image that had formed in my head earlier today. "Why don't you girls try scissoring? Rub your pussies together, see how it feels?"

Beth eased Luisa onto her back, as I withdrew my fingers from two very wet cunts. Together, we turned a rather puzzled Luisa round through ninety degrees, while Beth took up position, lying across the bed on the opposite side. I helped arrange legs so that two pussies could come into contact, and then watched with delight as Beth began slowly pressing and rubbing herself against Luisa.

Looking at their entwined legs, dark skin against pale, the look of concentration on their faces, Beth's smooth pussy pressed against Luisa's slightly hairy one, and hearing the gentle wet noises of girl-on-girl, pussy-on-pussy friction -- plus the odd little gasp or moan -- was amazingly erotic. The girls, when their heads weren't thrown back in pleasure, were making strong and highly-charged eye contact. If I'd been sleepy a few minutes earlier, I most definitely wasn't now.

"How's it feeling?" I asked, as Beth twisted and rubbed.

"Good. Oooh! Yes, good. Not sure -- not sure I'll come -- like this -- but -- but it's -- it's so hot."

"Luisa. ¿Está bien?" I asked.

She looked at me, eyes half closed, mouth half open, the picture of sexual rapture. God, that girl looked horny!

"¡Sí! ¡Sí, señor! ¡Ai! ¡Muy -- muy bien!" 

I wondered whether it would spoil the girls' enjoyment if I were to take the opportunity to stick my cock into Luisa's mouth at that moment. Unfortunately, I concluded that it would, so I simply observed, resisting a strong urge to play with myself.

Then Beth said "Jimmy. This is -- great, but I'm definitely not -- not going to come -- like this."

"OK, babe. Why don't you just snog Luisa and I'll see whether the magic fingers can do the trick."

"Oh God yes, Jimmy."

Beth says my finger work is better than my mouth work. As I can make her come either way, I think she means that my fingers are even better than my tongue. Maybe it's because I'm a musician. That gives me a lot of dexterity and the ability to do quite subtle things with my hands.

As Beth disentangled herself from Luisa, I grabbed the lube again and slathered it on my fingers liberally. Both girls were very wet, and Luisa was humping Beth's thigh, clearly desperate to get off, but I was planning something special for them both. I've done this many times with Beth, but I wasn't sure how Luisa would react.

"Beth, baby, can you please move your leg and give me access to Luisa's pussy? And then can you open your legs for me?"

Beth pulled her own leg back, and lifted Luisa's thigh, and the dark girl moaned as my index finger slid straight into her cunt and found, with no difficulty, her enlarged g-spot. She continued moaning as I rubbed it gently. Beth clearly wanted the same treatment, as she lifted her own thigh and allowed me to impale her with the same digit on the other hand.

I'd done this with Beth before, but I'd obviously never tried it in stereo, as it were. Gently I let my thumb rest on Luisa's clit, and she moaned even louder. I repeated this with Beth, who responded with equal gratitude.

"Beth, baby. Hold Luisa tight. She's probably not expecting step three."

This was the point of the lube. I carefully curved my middle finger around and gently stroked Luisa's tight, puckered sphincter. Through her hot, full on kiss with Beth I heard a protesting shriek, and she wriggled a little. However, Beth held her still as my finger pressed at the centre of that ring and slowly gained access. Then I moved my hand back and forth, gently finger-fucking both of Luisa's holes simultaneously, while still allowing my thumb to brush her clit.

Quite what Luisa was thinking at that stage was hard to tell. Her arsehole was very tight around my finger, and her twists and wriggles made it difficult for me to be gentle. It's a difficult action, and takes lots of practice, which fortunately I've achieved with Beth over the years. After some initial protests, Luisa settled down, and when I thought she was ready, I asked her how it was.

"Un poco común, pero -- pero bien. ¡Ai! ¡Oh si, si!" It was clearly something she hadn't experienced before. Good.

My hand settled into the 'bowling ball' position on Luisa -- fingers in two holes and my thumb on her clit -- and then my other hand adopted the same position on -- and in -- my wife. Normally I do this one-handed, or sometimes use the fingers of both hands to give me more flexibility, and I'm often doing it against the distraction of having my cock sucked. Maintaining three-way stimulation of two women simultaneously, without the aid of a safety net (as they say), would be a challenge for anyone's dexterity.

I focused on Luisa's pleasure, on the basis that if I failed to bring Beth off I could make it up to her later. Also, Beth knew how to move and to signal to me if she was unhappy with what I was doing. In any event, I had no complaints from either woman. On the contrary -- they both were moaning and wriggling in a very positive way. So I kept on doing what I was doing.

Within a few minutes, Luisa was making some very excited noises, partly from what I was doing to her and partly, I supposed, from Beth sucking her nipples. She abruptly flipped onto her back, and I had to twist sideways to keep my grip. By now, I was finger-fucking both holes and rocking my thumb over her clit with a steady rhythm, and it was enough to take her over the top. If my cock had been anywhere hot and wet at the time -- any mouth, cunt, arse or even well-lubed hand would have done -- her cries would probably been enough to tip me over the edge as well.

And then -- on the other hand, as it were - I initially heard, and then felt, Beth coming. Both ladies writhed and bucked, and I was lucky I didn't dislocate a finger or sprain a wrist. 

And Luisa ejaculated. It wasn't one of those 'now we'll need to wash the curtains' spurts you see on porn movies, but there was certainly a little gush of vaginal fluid that told me this was a good one for our little ebony honey. Given the way Beth's holes were rippling, it seems that a pleasant time had been had by all.

When both girls had stopped writhing and moaning, which took around a minute, I carefully withdrew my hands and slipped in between the two ladies. I was covered in kisses from both sides, clearly the hero of the hour. I did think about asking for another fuck or blowjob, but my balls had begun to ache and I suddenly felt quite sleepy. I looked at the clock. It was after 1am, and I guessed that our noises could well be disturbing people in our block -- and possibly on the other side of the island! So after luxuriating in the embrace of two horny and appreciative women for a few minutes, I headed to the bathroom to clean up and brush my teeth. After I'd finished, the ladies followed my example, and ten minutes later we were back in the bed, Luisa sandwiched between Beth and I, in a dreamy, post-coital, three-way embrace.

I woke to the luxurious feeling of a mouth surrounding my cock. Mmmmm, that felt good. The bedside clock said around six, the room was fairly dark, but the space beside me was empty and someone -- I guessed Luisa -- was providing excellent lip-service, as well as some very effective tongue service.

I looked down, and sure enough I could just make out the whites of a pair of big brown eyes looking up at me from groin level. By now she'd got me almost fully hard again, and as my eyes grew more accustomed to the dark I could see, as well as feel, Luisa's mouth moving up and down my cock. What else could I do? I just lay back and enjoyed it.

But Luisa had other ideas. After a couple of minutes of her mouth magic, she produced a condom that she'd either brought herself or taken from the bedside while I was asleep, applied it to my cock and then slid along my body. I loved the feel of her firm young breasts and their hard nipples brushing across my skin. She kissed me -- she certainly knew how to kiss, and was no longer shy -- and then reached down, positioned my cock and sat up. 

My cock was slowly engulfed by her hot, tight, wetness. As sensations go, it was up there with some of the best, though it would have been even better if we could have done it bareback. Nonetheless, having a gorgeous, young, slim ebony cutie fuck herself on your cock must rate as a pretty good feeling in anyone's books.

Despite the horniness of the situation, and Luisa's fabulous bump 'n' grind action, my cock and balls were still a little desensitised. I wasn't going to come any time soon, and I was up for a long, hard ride. So, it seemed, was Luisa. She really seemed to be enjoying being fucked -- or more precisely, fucking herself, as I wasn't doing much. Her eyes were closed, her mouth was open and her hands were caressing her breasts. To further improve her pleasure, I licked my thumb and slipped it carefully into the front of her slit. At that point her eyelids fluttered and she moaned, and it wasn't long before I felt the first stirrings of an orgasm inside her -- hers, not mine, yet.

"God, you're a devious bastard!" said a rather cynical-sounding voice from beside me. "You wait 'til I'm asleep and then you fuck her again."

"Beth, baby -- look at who's fucking whom," I said, not taking my eyes of the ebony cutie riding my dick, even as I started to feel the tell-tale ripples inside her sweet wet cunt. "She started it. And she's continuing it. If you want a piece of the action, feel free to join in."

"Don't mind if I do," she said, getting up and straddling my face. Well that totally spoiled my view in one way, but hey, I love pussy and the taste of one -- even one as familiar as my wife's -- is always a treat. Clearly Beth wasn't as annoyed with me as her words would have implied, because she was already juicy and more than happy to rub her clit against my tongue, while I relished the continued rhythmic pulsing in Luisa's cunt. In fact, our chocolate sweetie seemed to come for quite a while, although as far as I was concerned, her cries were rather muffled by the warm thighs on either side of my head.

Then, just as I thought I might shoot my load into another rubber, inside Luisa, I dimly heard Beth say something, and I was quickly deprived of the silky hole in which my cock was embedded. But then there was some hurried shuffling, and then a spicy black pussy straddled my mouth as my wife removed the condom and wriggled her familiar but oh-so-naughty cunt down onto my cock.

For the next few minutes, I swallowed gallons of pussy juice, and used my tongue to probe two holes and lap at and tease a hot little love button until some shrieks and wriggles told me Luisa had got there again. And then I felt my sweet wife's tight and elastic cunt clutching and releasing me again as she came. By that time I had lost any sense of time and space as I gave myself up to the rapid build-up of sensations and felt my cock explode into a million pieces -- or so it seemed.

After we'd cuddled for a while and then all showered, I made some excellent Dominican coffee with our in-room machine and chatted as best I could with Luisa in my broken Spanish. She kept grinning insanely and giggling. She obviously felt she'd done the naughtiest thing ever in her life, and was both exhilarated and a little embarrassed by it. But she seemed to feel a lot more relaxed with us, as she and Beth sat naked, side by side on the sofa with their arms around each other. Every now and then they'd put down their cups, smile at each other and have another soft, erotic kiss. I was developing a rather aching boner under my bathrobe, but felt it might be ungentlemanly to join in.

Then Luisa looked at the time and announced that she had to go. She finished her coffee and dressed quickly, as I went back to the bedside and retrieved the envelope with the other half of her money. She eyed the banknotes for a moment, clearly pleased with the amount of money she had earned from something she'd so obviously enjoyed, and then smiled shyly.

"Muchas gracias, señor y señora. Si ustedes quieren más jueves, otros noches, cosas -- especiales..." 

She looked at me with a deliciously naughty smile.

I took her in my arms and gave her a very hot sexy kiss.

"Yes, Luisa. Perhaps, if you're willing, we can do this again...". I wondered, my cock twitching in anticipation, what 'special things' she would consider next time -- if we could organise a next time. 



The Proposition



Thank you, Amber. That was a great dance. Here's your $300. In fact, that was so good, let's make it $500. This is a great VIP room. I'm glad we had a little privacy.

But Amber - don't put your panties back on just yet. Sit that sexy bare ass back down on my lap for a minute. You were right about something: I do have a kinky side. A very kinky side, in fact.

Fortunately, I also have a lot of money. So I'll give you another $500 if you just sit here, without saying anything, and listen to a proposition. When I'm done, you can decide for yourself whether or not to accept. The extra $500 is yours either way.

Interested? Good.

I've been watching the girls in this club all night. You're the best, Amber. It's not just that you're the best-looking - although you are, hands down, the sexiest girl here. But you've also got the most passion. You enjoy yourself the most. The way you dance up, up on the stage, makes that clear. And the way you danced for me just now confirms it.

So here's my proposal. I want you to tell the club that you're taking tomorrow night off. Then go home and get a very good night's sleep. Take some extra naps during the day, too. You'll need to be well-rested for this.

Around 4:00 in the afternoon, take a shower, put on your most elegant dress, high heels, perfume and makeup - but don't put anything on underneath that dress. 

Take a taxi downtown, and meet me in the lobby of the Luxury Towers on Main St at 6 pm. I'm staying in the penthouse suite there. I've got the whole top floor to myself. Just so you know, I'll be preparing myself at the same time that you are. When you see me, I'll be showered, completely clean, and dressed in my finest clothes. We'll have a drink at the hotel bar, then head up to the penthouse.

I believe that the best things in life are worth paying for. And you're the best. So now I'm going to describe everything I want you to do for me tomorrow night - and how much I'll reward you for each thing you do.

First: I'll give you a thousand dollars to spend the night with me.

Another thousand to take that dress off the moment you walk into my suite - and keep it off until the morning.

A thousand to let me kiss you - and to kiss me back like a lover.

A thousand for me to inspect your body. Every square inch of it. I'll make sure your nipples are stiff and ready. You'll spread your legs and let me inspect your pussy - which will be bare, of course. That landing strip will have to go. Then you'll turn around, spread your cheeks, and let me inspect your asshole - which will also be bare. I'll take my time with the inspection. And I'll be very disappointed if I find any hair. I want you soft and perfectly smooth everywhere.

A thousand for a full massage. I loved the way your hands felt on my back and shoulders earlier tonight. I want you to do that for my whole body - and use your whole body to do it.

Two thousand to fuck you. As many times as I want, in any position I can think of. That goes for everything else, too - all the things you're going to do, you'll do as many times as I want - until the sun comes up.

That's seven thousand so far. Now let's talk about some of the kinky stuff.

I like blow jobs. What man doesn't? Tomorrow night, though, I don't want just any blow jobs. Every time you take my cock in my mouth, you're going to take it as deep into your throat as you can. If you gag, you can pull back and catch your breath - but as soon as you do, you'll take that cock right back down. A thousand dollars.

Another thousand keep your eyes locked on mine each and every time my cock is in your mouth.

Now, I'm an ass man. I always have been. I believe that there's nothing more beautiful than a woman - and that the most intimate, and the most beautiful, part of a woman is her asshole. The best part of this club is that I am actually able to compare all the girls' assholes. And once again, yours is the best. It's perfect: pink, tight, and gorgeous.

I'll give you a thousand dollars to lick, finger, and worship that asshole. And another thousand for you to finger and lick mine. When you rim me, I want to feel your tongue as far up my ass as it can go. It's one of my favorite sensations, and I'm dying to know what it will feel like with your tongue in me.

We're going to want food to keep our energy up during the night. The Luxury Towers has the best room service in this city. We can order anything you've ever eaten at any restaurant you've ever been to. If they can't make it, they'll find someplace that can and bring it to us.

When the room service arrives, you'll answer the door - naked. Another thousand.

We won't be using plates. Any food that you want, I'll feed you. And any food that I eat, I'll eat it off of you. Or out of you. We'll avoid anything that's too messy - no spaghetti. But I could definitely see myself eating a strawberry out of your ass. A thousand dollars. 

I also like spanking - as you already know. I don't like overdoing it - welts and bruises are not attractive. But deep pink is the ideal color for a woman's ass. Another two thousand dollars.

Two thousand more to spank and pinch your breasts. Again, no bruises or welts. But enough for the color of your breasts to match your ass.

Speaking of that ass - three thousand to fuck it.

That's twenty thousand, if you're counting.

Now for the really kinky stuff.

We'll be drinking, of course. I'll be having single malt whiskey. You can have whatever you want - wine, champagne, Crystal, just name it.

Eventually, I'll need to piss. When I do, I'm going to piss all over you. Your hair, face, body, everywhere. Three thousand dollars. (We'll clean you up in a shower before the night is over.)

Or I may decide to use your mouth instead. If I do, you'll swallow as much as you can. If it's coming too fast for you, you can let the excess spill out of your mouth - but you'll do your best to keep up with me. Another three thousand dollars.

When you need to use the toilet, for any reason, you'll put on a show for me. I may have you do it in the bathtub. I may have you straddle the toilet, with your ass towards me. Three thousand.

From time to time, I'll slap your face. Again, not too hard - no bruises, nothing that will show in the morning. But it will sting. And it will be enough to remind you that you're mine for the night. When I do, you'll smile, and you'll go back to whatever you were doing. Three thousand.

As the evening goes on, your ass is going to be more and more relaxed. I'm going to take a speculum, open it up, and take a long look inside. Three thousand.

You'll also be getting piss enemas. Maybe after I've fucked your ass. Maybe while I've got your ass open with the speculum. Maybe I'll just need to piss, and I'll push myself into your ass to do it. Three thousand.

Every time I take my cock out of your cunt or your ass, you will immediately clean it off with your mouth. Every single time. Even if I was just fucking you while you held your piss enema. Three thousand dollars.

By the end of the night, and with the help of lots of lube, your ass is going to be relaxed enough to accept my fist. Yes, I have a big hand, but don't worry, I'll go very slowly. I want to know that feeling. I need to know what it feels like to have my whole hand embedded in your ass. Four thousand dollars.

That's forty-five thousand dollars for a single night.

Now how much of this will be hard for you, and how much will turn you on? I don't know - although the state of your pussy right now tells me that you're finding at least some of this exciting.

But I will give you a final five thousand, to make it fifty thousand for the night. That's as much as most people earn in a year. 

The final five thousand is because, regardless of what your normal boundaries are, you're going to use all your skill to convince me that every single one of my kinks is your kink, too.

Fifty thousand. One night. 

Don't say anything. If you don't want to try this, just take the five hundred for the dance and the five hundred for listening to me, and you're welcome to go.

If you are really up for this, then pull your asshole up off my finger, kneel between my legs, look up at me, smile, and use your mouth to clean my finger off.

Just. Like. That.