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Playmates

By: angelmichael



Michael stared out through the glass across the patio into the darkness.

Behind him his mistress purred with anticipation as she led the unresisting girl down the hallway and into the secret lair of her bedchamber, where, if the flame of ravishing hunger illuminating her dark eyes gave expression to her true intentions, her victim would soon be totally consumed in the raging fires of unearthly desire.

This had been his birthday present to her but he could not help a cold shudder as the door closed and he contemplated her probable fate. Knowing Angel as he did, being aware of the volcano of primeval lust buried deep beneath that serene countenance and having witnessed her awesome power on the rare occasions that it was unleashed; he doubted if the enchanted and bemused sacrifice would survive the night.

Anyway the victim was no longer his concern and it was time for him to be introduced to Angel’s pets. That the experience was going to be a challenge to both his manhood and his sanity he had no doubt. His mistress had tested him often and on each occasion he had been brought almost to the point of final oblivion before he gained his release. But perhaps that was the whole point of their relationship, even oblivion was her gift to withhold or allow as she willed.

All he could do was wait for the events of the night to unfold and for a little while there was an illusion of security in this softly illuminated room where he had spent the last hours in pleasant company.

As though on cue he heard the soft laugh, almost inaudible but in a strange way filling the air with its murmur of allure. He turned to face into the room and listened. There it was again, a tinkling gurgle of delight taking charge of his senses and drawing him across the carpet in the direction of the door leading into the hall.

He grinned as he recognised the siren pull. So this was how they attracted their victims, an innocent sound with an overtone of subtle promises. Come and see what we find so amusing and join us in our little games.

Well I can play these games as well as you and I have been promised much entertainment in your company. Amused at the thought, he walked softly through the hall into the dining room with its walls lined with dramatic pictures alternating with full-length mirrors. This was where the trap would be set and the chase begun. As he expected the room was empty, just a slight flicker in the corner of the nearest glass, perhaps a trick of the light or imagination.

Michael sat down at the small round table and waited. He would make them come to him.

The light from the decorative wall lamps slowly dimmed and the subtle scent of musk and roses assailed his nostrils as the first of the two sirens stepped delicately out of the mirror at the far end of the room. 

Totally naked except for the silver bangles at wrist and ankle, she floated towards him, her tiny feet making no sound on the tiled floor. Her head was bent to one side as she peered shyly at him through the mass of long black hair which cascaded around her slim shoulders. Long and lustrous, it fell in waves to her waist; her small pert breasts playing hide and seek in the dark mass. She seemed to be no more than a child, if it were not for her eyes so dark and inviting, eyes full of the promise of unimaginable sexuality.

Yet this was no human female. A pink tongue flickered between the rosebud lips, impossibly long as it tasted the air for his scent. The eyes were now fixed on his, the emerald irids flecked with silver, surrounding large black pupils slit vertically like those of a cat. And in her movement, so seductive and alluring, was a sinuous serpentine grace.

Closer she came and Michael felt the short hairs at the nape of his neck rise up in delicious anticipation as she slowly stretched out her hand and let her delicate fingers explore where they grew before moving slowly to caress the lobe of his ear.

The pupils widened into black orbs as she stared deep into his face, her sweet warm breath quickened as though to beat time with his own and she smiled, a wide knowing wicked smile that told of intimate secrets plucked from the depths of his being, dark desires and fantasies known and promised in reply.

His body responded to her invitation and he felt himself thicken and grow beneath the silk of his robe. He leant forward in the chair to capture her small hands and draw her to him but she was like a wraith, slipping though his eager fingers, her soft laugh teasing his senses into arousal and frustration.

She paused by the nearest mirror, moulding her slight curves to the edge of the golden frame, winding her limbs around the pillar in a suggestive embrace, all the while capturing his gaze with her inviting stare. As he approached she held out her hand and let it be taken in his grasp, then with a quick backward step she pulled him though the glass into that other world that was her home, letting him come into her arms as the ambush was completed by her sister who, seizing him around the waist from behind, with mouth agape struck deep into his throat with her needle like fangs.

He tried to cry out in surprise and pain, but his temptress sealed his lips with her own, the long pink tongue burrowing deep into his throat in search of his life essence. His struggles gradually faded as the potent venom entering his veins took his strength and the two sirens, now wound tightly like serpents around the prey, began to assuage their hunger.

He drifted in and out of consciousness, a strange erotic lethargy taking him down into a world of lascivious images enhanced by the constantly shifting winding caress of their bodies playing incessantly against his flesh as they took sensuous pleasure in their reward. They writhed and stretched suggestively as they fed, the one taking his lifeblood, the other drinking from deep from the well of his being.

And as they drank he became one with them, their sleepy satiated thoughts sliding into his brain, their knowledge and sensation becoming one with his. They in return took him into themselves so that in that tight knot of devouring, all shared all with each. And each was filled with wonder at the new found experience.

For they, experienced hunters of the night and old as time itself, had never before taken as a prize one such as he, still mortal yet changed by power and craft to something more, a predator more akin to his captors than appearance told, yet happy and content to lie in their arms, as though knowing that they would only go so far in their hunger, enjoying their draining of his juices, exalting with them as they fed.

At last, replete and content, they began to wash and groom each other with soft moist kisses and long sweeping caresses of the tongue.

Now as one with them, Michael enjoyed these intimate attentions as every part of him was cherished in this intimate caring, he in his turn paying homage to the delicate flesh and soft silky skin with his own skilful ministrations.

A different hunger began to come upon him as the delicate touch of mouths and hands beguiled his senses. They too knew his excitement and answered with their own arousal, warm lascivious thoughts drifting from one to the other as they moved slowly in an erotic dance of lust.

Sharing sensation, each and every desire and fantasy was lovingly translated into action, the moving flesh exploring each delicious aspect of arousal, lingering caresses thrilling the straining bodies as they sought to reach and share in the promised ecstasy. Pain and pleasure were mixed in exquisite equal charge as sharp teeth and sly wet tongues sought out sensitive flesh to torment and soothe in equal measure.

One took his turgid shaft deep into her mouth, her long tongue winding around the throbbing flesh and drawing tight almost in strangulation as she sucked him into the rippling depths of her throat. The other explored his chest with her knowing lips, teasing his nipples with her fangs, just penetrating the skin to give a sweet sting to the sensitive flesh beneath, then returning again and again to coax out yet more red drops of precious blood to taste and paint her mouth with crimson for him to wash away with his own eager kiss.

Then he in turn, no longer bound by human restraint, did with searching mouth find warm juices flowing in pulsing veins close under delicate skin, his own swift subtle bite rewarding him with potent fluids that ran like fire though his being, bringing him to the shore of that raging sea of lust into which only such as he and they could plunge, so powerful were the storms that played upon its face.

So did the three ride high on the passion they had created, each now joined to the others, each writhing mouth sealing in another's organ of desire, sensation flowing from each to all to swell the flood of ecstasy that, rushing in a never ending circle, did grow upon itself until release came in an explosion of light and sweet juices that each took down deep into their hunger to fill and soothe their fevered flesh.

In half sleep they lay until vigour returned, then stirring into wakefulness the two nymphs drew Michael to them, their thoughts now turned to other sport

'Tis time to hunt and take our fill of other game, come join us and share our delight in chase and capture, for we truly love you and would have you enjoy our pleasures.'

And Michael now bound up in flesh and spirit with these wild companions could not deny them.

Down the grassy bank they ran and into the river, as sleek as otters they dived, none needing breath in their magical transformation. Down the stream they hunted, carried along by the water's swift flow, twining together, touching and parting like otters as they swam. Each looking through the clear water for sign of prey, each seeing what the others saw in constant communion; the clear cold water bringing to each a sense of power and well being, a glorious intoxication of the senses.

They came to a deep pool, the rush of current slowing within its depths to stillness. Here they hovered, senses cast wide for any movement or vibration that might lead them to that which they sought. Michael, reading their desires knew that it was not fish or crustacean that interested them, it was a larger, more challenging chase they required.

It was not yet come but from their thoughts he knew that it could soon be within their reach. Then, each one taking his hand in theirs, they sank down to the very bottom of the pool, dark and shady in the deepest part where no amount of searching from the surface would discover their presence.

Quietly they waited, their ambush set. Time has little sway in this other world and patience is of no account in their waiting. Only the sweet anticipation of the capture and subjugation of the victim keeps their senses acute.

As if ordained by fate their reward comes. A shadow casts upon the water, a presence hovers above. They freeze, not daring to move in case the prey takes fright and they are denied their sport.

There! Light shifts and sparkles across the sandy bottom as ripples spreading out from the bank tell of one then another bare foot testing the water. Cautiously moving from the shallows towards the centre, more of the intruding body slowly emerges from the world of air above.

Slender calves followed two smoothly jointed knees, leading to long shapely thighs topped by a dark pubic shadow, a most delicious form to satisfy the wildest dreams of those waiting below, now become three tightly wound springs of anticipation with muscles tensed and nerves at breaking point as the moment of the attack grows nigh.

Nearer and nearer the unsuspecting nyad strays as she seeks depth enough for playful swimming, closer and closer to the waiting mouths now opening in readiness for the assault on her fragile flesh.

At last finding enough water beneath her, the graceful wood nymph lets herself fall forward into the aqueous embrace then turning on her back, she floats with arms and legs spread wide, head tipped well back, her fine long hair a nimbus around the whiteness of her slim form.

From the deep lair three shadows silently drift upwards, Michael in the centre as silent as his companions, a hunting pack well skilled in ambush and surprise. No thoughts exchanged now, in each brain a careful stillness as the plan, already made and well rehearsed, comes into execution. Easy now, for this prey can perceive thought as well as they and is in truth much faster in escape than they in pursuit.

Slowly they rise up beneath, soft supple fingers delicately sliding over the smooth flesh, the light touch no more than the caress of the slowly moving water, tracing feather like up the soft arms, slipping between the curves of the slim body, to seek and caress with long slow movement the intimate secret centres of pleasure hiding in between.

Michael lies beneath her, hands sliding up around her waist, drawing the floating body imperceptibly below the surface to bring the upturned breasts within his reach while his two companions wind their serpentine spell around her limbs and play their sensual magic on her receptive flesh. His rampant shaft slides between the soft cheeks, guided by their skilful fingers into the softly clinging clasp of her centre.

Now the prey tenses with apprehension, this intimate touching is beyond the realm of daydream in the comforting water. She tries to bring her body to the moment of escape, but in that subtle movement of her muscles she triggers the attack.

Swift as light a hungry mouth fastens on each delicate wrist, fangs biting deep, the venom spurting into the pulsing tide of blood, carried by throbbing veins to heart and brain, there to weaken and subvert the victim's will.

Michael in savage synchronism pulls her fiercely down on to his turgid organ, with mighty stroke driving deep into the soft living clinging tissue, his hands now grasping the firm smooth mounds, rolling and twisting the small hard buds between his eager fingers.

Then as his climax rushes to commencement he strikes hard into the slender neck below the ear, the sweet bitterness flooding into his eager mouth driving him over the edge of desire into that moment of madness that all seek but so few find.

The victim's struggles weaken under the combined assault, then take on a different tenor as she begins to welcome this invasion of her being, her senses now subverted to arousal as she is overtaken by the subtle poison now pervading her, bringing a sweet pleasure to the brutal caress of grasping hands and sucking mouths and the hard plunging rhythm of the great tumescent organ deep within her.

Michael's playmates, observing the lascivious tremors now changing the movements of escape into a writhing of desire, release her wrists and drawing her apart from their companion, turn her to face him, then changing shape into long serpentine forms, wind tightly around them both, binding them together as he plunges again to the very hilt into her hungry welcoming cavern.

Now urged on by fevered responses matching his own passion, Michael swiftly climbs the great mountain of rampant lust until, reaching the very peak, with a great roar of release he spurts deep and long into her thirsty channel. He leaps into orgiastic flight, soaring in a bright explosion of light and power before falling again into a dark welcoming oblivion.

The slow moving current bears his supine form towards the quiet surface, while in the dark deep place below two serpents coil more tightly around the helpless maid, questing lips seeking again the blood filled arteries and climactic juices then finding, nuzzle and burrow there, the hungry mouths squirming deep into the victim's flesh.

This time they drink their fill until there only remains a lifeless husk, a welcome feast for those creeping creatures that scour the river's floor in search of nourishment.

One last thing remains, and this they do as though instructed by some higher power. Back through the mirror and into the lounge they carry the unconscious Michael where they lay him gently down on the soft carpet. They stand over him for a moment, wondering at this strange being who, after they had enticed him into their world, survived and enjoyed their avid kisses and then became for a little while, a well loved playmate.

One takes from her wrist a bangle and lays it gently on his bare chest. He will be truly welcome and safe if he should come again and wear it as a sign. A soft sigh from each, then with tinkling laughter they go back through the portal to their home leaving again the fading sensuous echo that had first brought him to them.

Much later, the sleeping figure struggled back into wakefulness. He stretched and groaned as the sting from numerous small wounds shocked him out of his lethargy. He sat up looking around him, for a moment lost and then recognising where he lay, tried to rise. Groggy and sore he began to make his way back towards the lounge but a sharp sound at his feet made him pause and look down. He slowly stooped and picked up the trinket and as he absentmindedly put it on his wrist, the memory of the night's adventure came back in a glorious rush of detail, each moment relived in full as he stared without seeing into the face of his mistress.

Angel, knowing all, took him by the arm and led him like a sleepwalker to his room where she laid him gently on the bed. She laid a soft hand across his eyes to shut away the recollected images and let him fall gently down into the deep pit of slumber.

She was content, he had enjoyed her playmates and he had earned his reward. She turned, and forgetting him completely, went back to feast on the delicious trembling girl waiting submissively in her bed.

Playmates



It was our first vacation in three years. For the first few years we were married Alan and I had gotten away regularly, even though we couldn't afford much in the way of luxury. Then our jobs had gotten more involved and we just had not been able to take a break for any length of time. But due to the sizable bonuses we both got this year (because we'd been working our asses off) we were going to splurge with a week in Jamaica. We went through a lot of brochures and settled on a resort outside of Montego Bay.

"You just want to go there because the beaches are topless. You just want to look at the boobs," I kidded.

"Well, yes," he answered with mock seriousness, "and because I want other guys to admire yours." He gave a squeeze to one of the body parts under discussion.

Throwing my shoulders back to stick them out, I said, "And I'm gonna be proud to display them." I had always been something of an exhibitionist, and Alan approved of my showing off. While I've never actually flashed anybody, I have let a lot of guys peak down my blouse - and sometimes up my skirt. Alan keeps me completely shaved down there, just in case some guy gets a good shot. I don't think I'm all that pretty, but I do have a nice body. It excites Alan when I tease other men with glimpses of my body parts, and it almost always ends up with some great sex as soon as we're alone.

"So, why don't we go to a nude beach. Then I could get a look at some of these," I said, reaching over to his pants and giving his body part a squeeze.

Looking down, he said, "Do you think women would admire that?"

"They would if they had any sense." The fact of the matter was I really had little to compare it with. We were both virgins when we married, and I had seen very few men's body parts - outside of the porno movies we'd rented and I know those parts were fantasy-sized. I would never compare any real guy to them. I was very happy with the part Alan used on me.

The night before we were to leave on our trip, Alan shaved me. I always love it when he does that. We both strip naked and go into the bathroom where Alan uses his hands to soap me up. He's very careful with the razor - trying to get every bit of hair without nicking or scratching the tender skin down there. Then he rubs baby oil all over the shaved parts as well as some of the parts he hasn't shaved. By the time we're through he is hard as a piece of steel and I am very hot. We can't get to the bed quick enough. I'm so sensitive I can feel every bump, every vein, of his cock when he enters me. Because of the baby oil there is almost no friction and Alan seems to last forever, but I cum almost immediately. After all, he's been stimulating me throughout the whole process. I cum continuously until he finally gives up and fills me with his semen. Sometimes the wet spot is big enough I have to change the sheets before we go to sleep.

He did such a good job that night I gave him a special treat the next morning. I ambushed him as he got out of the shower, dropping to my knees and sucking his cock down my throat. As I'd expected, two minutes, three tops, and he was shooting a full load into my mouth. I will admit that I tried to hurry him because I didn't want to miss the plane.

When we got to O'Hare, Alan dropped me off and went to park the car. As I was waiting for him, I met an attractive older woman also waiting for her husband. It turned out we were both going to the same resort. "We went there last year," she told me. "It's a very nice place. We've got a friend joining us later in the week. She went with us before and we had so much fun. We made lots of friends to play with."

"Uh, okay," I said. 'Play with?' I thought.

"I guess I should tell you, we are a 'lifestyle' couple. That means some of our friends come with benefits. And we hope to make more on our vacation." I didn't know what to say, so I kept my mouth shut. "I hope that doesn't shock you," she added.

"Well, maybe a little. We've never done anything like that. Never thought about it, actually." Not quite true. Both of us had admitted thinking about it. We just hadn't had the nerve to act on those thoughts.

"But don't worry," she added quickly. "We also have friends who are just friends. We'd never pressure anybody to do anything they didn't want to."

Just then Alan came in the door accompanied by a slender, bald headed man.

"Hi honey," he called to me. "This is Richard. He and his wife are going to the same resort we are."

"And this is Marion," I retorted. "I think she and Richard are together."

We went through the rigamarole of checking in and getting to the gate, where we had time for one more cup of coffee. We talked aimlessly about the resort and all there was to do there (well, not all, that's for sure) and generally got acquainted. I had to admit we liked the couple and got on well together. I did notice that Richard looked down my blouse every time I leaned over. Okay, I leaned over a lot, especially after opening a couple of buttons. I regretted that I had put on a bra that morning. "What the hell," I thought. He'd probably be seeing my tits on the beach in a few hours anyway. Alan and Marion seemed to be bonding a little more than I was sure I was comfortable with. But hey, they were at least twenty years older than us. Surely we weren't their idea of 'playmates.' Were we?

Once on the plane and airborne, I said to Alan, "Did you know that Marion and Richard are looking for couples to 'play' with? I think that means have sex with."

"Yeah," Alan answered. "Richard told me."

"Do you think they're interested in 'playing' with us?"

"I don't know," he answered gravely. "What do you think?"

"We're pretty young for them, but could be."

"If they ask, what should we tell them?"

"We'd say 'No,' of course. Or 'maybe.' Or - hell - I have no idea. What do you think? Would you be angry if I was . . . you know . . . with Richard?"

"While I was doing the same thing with Marion? No I wouldn't be mad. As long as you were okay with it."

"Well, it is a vacation. Let's just wait and see what happens. They probably aren't interested in us anyway."

When we finally got to the resort and got checked in, we agreed to meet Marion and Richard in an hour for a walk on the beach. Once we were unpacked, I headed to the shower to wash the travel sweat off me. When I got out, Alan got in the shower and I laid down naked on the bed. My mind was a jumble of thoughts. Relief and excitement at being here at last. Anticipation of showing off on the beach. Confusion about Richard and Marion. Would they ask? Would we say yes? Would they be disappointed if we said no. Would I be disappointed if they didn't ask?

One thing I knew for sure - I was horny as hell and needed some attention. I rubbed my palms over my nipples, remembering Richard trying to see them down my blouse. Slowly I ran my fingertips down my body to my crotch. I enjoyed the smooth feel of the shaved skin. As I expected, I was wet. "Hurry up, Alan. Get out of that shower and get in here," I thought. I rubbed the moisture over my lips, making them even slicker than before. I closed my eyes as the warmth spread through my body. Who was I imagining was touching me? Alan? Richard? Some unknown stud on the beach. I let out an involuntary gasp as my fingers brushed over my clit.

"Damn, Honey. You are so fucking sexy." Opening my eyes I saw Alan standing in the doorway watching me. He was holding up his cock, pointing it straight at me. A thin string of anticipation was hanging from its tip.

"See something you like?" I said, holding my lips open. Then I wriggled on the bed as I inserted a finger into myself. Pulling it out, I held it under my nose. "Yeah," I said. "I think I'm ready for you. Remember that treat I gave you this morning?" The string hanging from his dick-head got longer.

"Yes," he said, stroking himself.

"It's payback time."

"At your service, Ma'am." 

Alan got on the bed between my knees, his face poised directly over my pubic mound. Again I held my lips open, then moaned as I felt his tongue penetrate me. I moaned again as he began teasing my clit. Alan knows the places I like to be licked, and he hit every one of them. Again and again he brought me to the brink of orgasm, then slowed down to keep me there, keep me wanting more. My body was on fire and needed release. "Do it Honey. Please. Make me cum, make me cum," I mumbled. Immediately he sucked my clit between his lips and shoved two fingers into my cunt, pushing me over the cliff. "DONTSTOPDONTSTOP," I screamed, arching my back to force my pussy harder against his face. I could feel his finger teasing my ass. I knew it was slick with the juice flowing out of me. As the climax started to fade, he shoved the finger deep into my backside, setting off an even stronger set of orgasms.

Finally I pulled him away from me. His face was shiny with my cum. I pulled him up on me and kissed him open-mouthed, intoxicated by the taste and smell of my own sex. He moved his hips and suddenly his cock was buried completely in me. "Oh god yes," I said. "Fuck me Alan. Fuck me now." He repeatedly banged into me, his balls slapping my ass. It wasn't long until another orgasm hit me. Alan pulled my hips up, forcing his dick as deep into my cunt as he could get it. I could feel him pulse, and feel the warm cum shooting out of him.

When he finished emptying his balls into my cunt, Alan fell across me, gasping for breath. "Wow, that was fast," I said.

"Let's just say we were in a hurry so we wouldn't be late meeting Marion and Richard," Alan said.

"Or, let's say we were both so goddam horny we couldn't hold back," I commented.

"Yeah, that too," Alan admitted.

We laid and cuddled for a while, then I suggested that we should shower again.

"Why?" Alan asked. "We both just showered."

"Yes, but we've been busy since then. We both look like we just had sex. And," I added after I kissed his cheek, still reeking of my cum, "at least one of us smells like it too."

"So. Do you think that's gonna shock Richard and Marion?"

"Good point. Let's get dressed." Actually, I secretly wanted Marion to smell my sex on Alan's face. Just to let her know I'd marked my territory.

After I pulled on my suit bottom, we had to decide if I'd wear the top. "I want to go topless," I said, "but what if Marion isn't. I don't want to be the only one with her tits sticking out."

"Do you really think she'd keep herself covered up? Remember, they're trolling for playmates," Alan pointed out. We finally decided that I would go topless, but keep my bra in my purse just in case. I pulled a cover-up on and Alan donned his swim trunks and a tee. We finally got downstairs only fifteen minutes after the appointed time. As soon as we saw Marion I knew we needed have worried. She was wearing a fishnet robe, her tiny nipples sticking through the mesh.

"Sorry we're late,"I said. "We got a little sidetracked."

"I understand," Marion said. Then she kissed Alan on the cheek, the same cheek I'd kissed him on earlier. Turning to Richard, she said, "Told you so. They've been doing it. He definitely smells like pussy." Alan started to blush, but I just smiled. I was proud to let them know this handsome man had just gone down on me.

I turned and kissed Richard, but didn't detect anything except his aftershave. "And how 'bout you?" I said. "Maybe you got a little something, too?"

"Yep," Richard said with a smile. "Sure did."

"Just a quick blow job," Marion threw in. "We were in a hurry."

"Alan got his bj this morning," I told them. "This afternoon was my turn. And my loving hubby did a great job," I said, giving him a hug and kiss. Alan was bright red.

As soon as we got to the beach, Marion and I pulled our robes off. For the first time in my life I was openly displaying myself in front of strangers. Even though I had been looking forward to this, I was still a little self-conscious. Marion, whose boobs were half the size of mine, was so casual about it I knew she was used to being seen nearly naked. Probably completely naked, for that matter.

As we walked along the beach, Alan and Richard were doing their best not to stare at all the bare breasts on display. Even under his sunglasses I could see Alan's eyes flicking from tit to tit. But I was also pleased to see a lot of the men we passed were checking mine out. "This is going to be a fun week," I thought happily.

After walking around a while we stopped to get something to eat from a stall on the beach. Finding a picnic table in the shade, I sat with Alan across from me so we could share a plate of jerk chicken. Richard sat next to me as he and Marion ate their burgers. I could feel Richard's thigh pressing against mine under the table. 

I'd been warned that the jerk sauce would be hot, but it was still something of a shock to find out just how hot, but very good. As I put the last piece in my mouth I dripped some of the sauce onto my chest. "You'd better get that off you before you get burnt," Marion said. "Richard, help her get cleaned up, will you."

"Sure," Richard said. Then he leaned over and licked the drips off my breast.

After the drops were taken care of, Richard kept licking. "I don't believe I got any on my nipple," I said.

"Just making sure," Richard answered with a grin. 

Looking at Marion, Alan said, "Aren't you going to drip anything?"

"My boobs are too small to catch any drips. Everything would just fall to my lap." Pausing a second, she said, "Hmm, maybe . . . "

Even though I knew she was teasing, I quickly said, "Honey, before you do anything I'd regret, why don't you get us some more beer."

"And while you're at it," Marion added, "take this stuff to the trash. Us girls need to talk a minute." Alan and Richard gathered up the remains of our lunch and headed off. When they were gone, Marion took hold of my hands and said, "I hope we aren't upsetting you two. We tend to get carried away sometimes."

"Oh no," I answered truthfully. "We're having fun."

"Well, you should know that there is one rule we follow absolutely. That is 'No means no.' Anytime Richard, or I, go farther than is acceptable to you, just tell us and we'll stop. You set the limits for what is okay, and you can change your minds at any time."

"Thank you, Marion. I appreciate knowing that. I'm not going to say we aren't a little uncomfortable. But we're pushing our limits, and enjoying it. Besides, it's fun to embarrass Alan.?

"Yeah, he's cute when he blushes," Marion said with a smile. And one more thing," she added, "you've really do have nice tits." With that, she reached over and took my breasts in her hands. The abrupt switch from seriousness to playfulness surprised me almost as much as the fact this woman was groping me. 

When it finally got through to me what was happening, I did the only thing I could think of - I grabbed hers. Each of her breasts barely filled a hand, but they were firm and shapely. I could feel the hard points on my palms and had to admit that they felt good. It also felt good when she started rolling my nipples between her fingers. I thought to myself, "Is this what it means to be a 'playmate.' I thought it would be Richard, not Marion, playing with me."

Just then, the men returned carrying beers. Spotting what we were doing, Richard spoke up, "There's nothing quite as sexy as stumbling on two beautiful women feeling each other up." Alan was speechless, but the lump in the front of his suit told me that he agreed with Richard about the sexiness.

"We're just bonding," Marion said with a smile. 

We released each other and both took a beer from the guys. I realized I needed the beer to allay the heat I was feeling. Heat from the sun. Heat from the feel of Richard's thigh against mine. Heat from the way Alan kept sneaking peaks at Marion's body. And heat from the memory of Marion breasts in my hands. I hadn't even realized how hard my nipples were until Richard tweaked one between his thumb and forefinger. "My, someone's sure sticking out," he said as I blushed. "Alan, check and see if Marion's are this hard." 

My obedient hubby pinched Marion and said, "I think they are. Let me compare." With that he reached his other hand to fondle me. "Yep, both hard."

"And hot," I said. "How 'bout another beer." I wasn't trying to get the focus off my chest - not much.

"Hey, better than that," Marion interjected, "we've got beer and wine in the fridge in our rooms. Why don't we go back there for a drink." 

"Is this the moment of truth?" I thought. I looked at Alan and he shrugged slightly. Mentally taking a deep breath I said, "Sure. That sounds great." I think I meant it.

As we walked back to the hotel I took Alan's arm in mine and we lagged behind so we could talk. "Did Richard tell you about the rule?" I asked.

"Yes. Do you think this is our invitation?"

"I'm sure it is."

"So," he went on, "what's your answer?"

"Probably," I said hesitantly. "And your answer?"

"The same."

"Well, I added, "we can always say no if we change our minds." But I was sure we weren't going to.

Marion and I covered ourselves before going into the resort, but once we were in their room our tops came off again. While Alan and I had splurged on a small suite, it was nothing compared to what our new friends had. Two bedrooms. Two baths. A kitchenette off the sitting room, and a private balcony overlooking the ocean. Seeing our awe at their digs, Marion said, "We only got this big a place because our friend Stella is going to be joining us later in the week. So, do you like it?"

"What's not to like," I said. This is beautiful." 

Marion said, "Now excuse me while I get into something more comfortable."

"More comfortable?" I thought. The woman's only wearing bikini bottoms. Then she pulled those off and threw them on a chair.

"Much better," Marion said, displaying her shaved pussy.

The exhibitionist in me did not want to be out done. I pulled my suit off too. "Yes, you're right," I said, my own bare body open for all to see.

"Nice," Richard said. "The only thing I like to see more than a shaved pussy is two shaved pussies. And yours is very nice."

"Thanks," I said, lightly running my fingers over it. "Alan did this last night. And did you shave Marion?"

"No," he responded. "Her friend Stella did. I just watched."

"I like to have Alan do it," I said. "Then if he nicks me he has to kiss it and make it well."

"So does Stella," Richard said. "Sometimes even when she doesn't nick it." That's when I started to realize for sure that 'playmates' really did mean more than I first imagined.

"How 'bout you fellas," Marion threw in. "You just going to stand there with those tents in your shorts or are you gonna show us what you've got?" She was right, both men had poles holding their shorts straight out.

"Yeah," I said. "Show us." With that, both men pulled their shorts off, revealing two very hard dicks, giving me my first chance at a comparison. Alan's was definitely longer, however Richard looked a little heftier. But then, what did I know. This was only the second adult one I'd ever seen in real life.

"Thank you dear," Marion said, kissing her husband on the mouth and giving his dick a quick squeeze. "And thank you too, Alan," she added. Then she kissed him and gave him a squeeze. 

God, what did I think about that. This woman, who we only met hours ago, had her hand on my loving husband's penis. "What the hell," I thought and reached over to grab Richard's. "Thanks to both of you," I said. I looked at Alan and he winked at me. What the hell did that mean?

"Okay," Richard said, breaking an uncomfortable silence. "What would you like to drink. We've got wine, beer and champagne."

"I'd like a glass of wine," I said.

"Beer for me," Alan said.




Playmates



"Wine is good," Marion agreed. Richard fetched the drinks and Marion suggested we go sit on the balcony.

"Like this?" I asked, indicating our nakedness.

"Don't worry, it's mostly private," Marion assured us, "as long as we're sitting down. We settled ourselves around the small round table on the balcony while I wondered if our nudity was being observed by others. I decided I didn't care - I had enough on my mind already. 

I sat between the two men, but closer to Richard than to my husband. As I sipped my wine I felt Richard's hand on my leg. With my free hand and reached down and covered it with my own hand. Richard must have thought I was objecting as he started to pull away. But the opposite was true. I firmly pulled his hand higher until the edges of his fingers were against my slit. He smiled, probably because of the wetness he felt there. I smiled as he ran his fingertips along my lips. He smiled more when I slowly began to stroke his cock. I smiled at the fact that what we were doing was clearly visible to everybody through the glass-topped table. Did I mention that I am an exhibitionist?

Of course also visible was the fact that Alan and Marion were equally occupied under the table. I could see drops of moisture seep from both men. Using my finger, I rubbed the slick emission around Richard's head. Looking at Alan I said, "Honey, 'probably' just turned into 'yes.' How 'bout you?"

"No argument here," he replied.

"I like the sound of that," Marion said. "Let's go inside."

"Why's that, Dear?" Richard asked.

"Because this tile floor will be too hard on my knees," she replied, getting up and pulling Alan toward the door. 

It took me about two seconds to figure out what she was saying. "This is it," I thought. "Come on," I said aloud to Richard. 

When we got to the sitting room Marion dropped two pillows on the floor in front of the sofa. "You boys sit down, we've got a treat for you." Marion knelt on one pillow between Alan's knees and I got down on the other, grasping Richard's dick and holding it in front of my face.

"Turning to me, Marion said, "Are you sure you're okay with this?" Giving me one more chance to back out.

"I am if Alan is," I responded.

"I don't think he'll object to what I'm gonna do."

"I mean if he's okay with what I'm going to do."

Alan's answer was cut off by the gasp that came out of him. Marion had his cock half-way down her throat. "I'll take that as a yes," I said. Still not quite as bold as my older friend, I ran my tongue around Richard's crown, then licked at the drop seeping from him. "Sweet, but not as sweet as Alan's," I thought. "But still good." Slowly I lowered my mouth over him, getting used to the wider girth. When I had half of him in my mouth, I held still, then slid my lips back up until just his head was covered. Both men were moaning and mumbling. Out of the corner of my eye I watched my husband's cock disappear into Marion's mouth once again. I briefly wondered that I wasn't shocked or angry. Then the thing in my mouth twitched, reminding me that I had nothing to be angry about. After that, I concentrated on the task at hand. Slowly I slid my mouth down onto Richard's hard tool until my nose was in his pubic hair.. Then just as slowly slid it back out. After repeating this a few times, I took him completely out and ran my tongue down his underside until I was licking and kissing his balls. I gently sucked one, then the other, between my lips. I teased the underside of his sac with my tongue, enjoying the silky feel of his skin and the sounds of pleasure coming out of him mouth. Then I worked my way back up and covered his head with my lips.

"I'm about to cum," Richard whispered. "Are you sure you want me to cum in your mouth?"

My mouth being full, I didn't answer. Instead I looked him in the eye and sucked him completely down my throat. I moved him in and out as his moaning increased in tempo. Next to Richard I could see Alan's face, contorted by his struggle at control. "He's gonna blow," I thought. Then I lost sight of him as I dropped my face back down, taking the hard cock as deeply into my throat as I could get it.

"Oh fuck yes," Richard cried out, his cock pulsing his first shot of cum directly down my throat. I pulled him half-way out and milked him with my mouth. As the rest of his cum slid over my tongue I found it saltier, more bitter than what I got from Alan. Definitely a heavier taste, maybe because the cock itself was heavier. Again and again the dick throbbed as Richard fed me his semen. Next to him Alan was making those noises I knew meant he was rewarding Marion's cock-sucking efforts.

When Richard finally stopped pulsing, I took him out of my mouth and kissed the head of his deflating penis. Looking over at Marion, I saw my husband's semen leaking out of the corners of her mouth. "I should have warned you," I said. "When he cums, he cums a lot."

"Oh, but it's so sweet. Honey," she said to Richard, "find out what this man eats." Then to me she said, "Different men's cum tastes different. A lot of it depends on what they eat. I'd say Alan eats a lot of fruit and vegetables (he had been on a diet in preparation for the vacation) while Richard eats far too much garlic."

"And maybe pretzels," I added. "I didn't expect it to be so salty. But then, I didn't know what to expect. Alan is the only man I've ever been with."

"Oh yes," Marion said, "I forgot you're virgins at this."

"Well she's the most talented virgin I've even been with," Richard said.

"Honey, I was a virgin when we got married," Marion said.

"Yes you were dear. And you were a quick learner."

While the two of them were teasing each other, I stood up and kissed Alan on the mouth. I knew he could probably taste Richard on my lips, but I didn't care. I needed to kiss him, to assure both of us that what had happened had nothing to do with what we had together. "Thank you, Honey," Alan said. "That was wonderful."

"It's not over yet," Marion announced. "Okay boys, off your seats and on your knees. It's our turn now."

Richard and I exchanged places with him kneeling between my legs. I held my lips slightly open with my fingers. "Be good to it, now. It's used to the best."

"I'll do the best I can," Richard said. Then he stuck his tongue out and ran it up and down my lips. As I let out a sigh, I felt him penetrate me, slurping at the juice that was running out.

Glancing at the couple next to me, it excited me to see my husband's face pressed into another woman's crotch. Marion had one leg draped over his shoulder and she was pinching her own tits with her hands. She looked over at me looking at her. Our heads moved closer together, and for no reason that I could understand, I kissed her. "What the hell am I doing?" I thought, "kissing another woman. And what's my tongue doing in her mouth." I moaned against her face as Richard started sucking on my clit. Marion bit at my lips from the pleasure I knew Alan was giving her. We kissed again, crying out into each other's mouths. Then I pulled away, the pleasure too intense for me to think of anything else. Alan may have learned where all the right spots are over the years, but Richard seemed to be able to go right to them - and to some new ones as well. 

I put my hands behind his head, not guiding him but just enjoying the presence of it. I could also feel fingers against my asshole. Then he slid his tongue down until he was rimming me, licking the pussy juice out of my butt. I think I screamed, not in orgasm but in the unexpected excitement of a man's tongue in my ass. "Oh fuck that feels good!" Did that come out of me? But it did feel good. I was rocking in pleasure, not yet at orgasm but just from the pure enjoyment Richard was giving me.

"Oh god yes," Marion whispered to my husband. "That's it, that's it," she encouraged. "Yes, yes, OHFUCKYES!" I imagined that Alan had a finger in her cunt - or her ass, which was where Richard had stuck his. 

As Richard moved his finger in and out of my backside, he rubbed the flat of his tongue against my clit. I was pushed to the limit, so close to cumming I could taste it. Richard forced most of his hand into me, into my cunt and my body exploded. I knew I was screaming, my body on fire. As I shook in passion, Richard's finger came out of my ass and was replaced by his tongue. I arched my back, lifting my ass clear of the sofa, pressing myself hard against him. Next to me Marion was also crying out in orgasm. Richard pinched my clit, sending me off again, cumming harder than I could remember. Over and over I was rocking in climax until finally Richard pulled his face back.

"Enough?" he asked with a smile.

"God yes, enough for now," I answered. Glancing over I saw that Alan had also pulled back. His face was glistening with Marion's cum.

"Damn Alan's good," Marion said. "Did you teach him all that yourself?"

"Well, he was an enthusiastic student," I said, looking over at her. She had a very satisfied look on her face, which I certainly did also. As we looked at each other, Marion leaned over, kissed me, then said, "Thank you for teaching him, and for sharing him also."

Both men got up, and I nodded at Alan to come over to me. I pulled him close and kissed him hard on the mouth. His face was slick with Marion's emissions, and he reeked of pussy. As I kissed him I realized that for the first time in my life I was tasting another woman's pussy, another woman's sex. "Goddam," I said, "the taste of pussy all over your face is so sexy." Alan sat down next to me. After cuddling together a while I asked our hosts, "Would you two mind if we step outside a few minutes?"

"Oh no, go ahead," Richard said. "I'll have drinks ready when you come back in." It said something for the condition of my mind that I didn't even think about the fact that Alan and I were standing on the balcony naked.

"You weren't mad or jealous or anything, were you honey?" I asked. "I mean, about what I was doing to Richard.

"Oh no," my husband assured me. "If anything, I was proud of you. I wanted them to know how good you really are, how good you can make me feel. How 'bout you? Any reservations?"

"Not really. I guess I was proud too, proud of how you were able to make Marion scream, and proud of how I could do the same to Richard." After thinking a minute, I added, "And it was a hell of a lot of fun, wasn't it?"

"Sure was," Alan said. Now, let's get some drinks. I gave him a hug and kiss, once more tasting Marion on his face. I hoped he could taste Richard in my mouth also. I held him close, and against my leg I could feel that he was regaining his erection.

"Someone's almost ready for round two," I kidded, him with my thigh.

"I hope we all are," he said.

"I know I am," I assured him. I could see Richard and Marion inside the suite, Richard with drinks in his hand. I signaled them to join us on the balcony.

"Everything okay?" Marion asked.

"Everything is just fine," I said, taking my glass of wine from Richard. "We're having a wonderful time. Thanks."

"Our pleasure," Richard said, stepping behind me. I felt him nibbling on my shoulder, and the flacid cock brushing my backside told me someone not quite ready for round two. Alan put his arm around Marion's waist and pulled her to him. As he hugged her, she casually ran her hand over his penis. 

Looking to one side, I noticed a young couple on the next balcony staring at us. "I think we've got an audience," I said.

"Then let's put on a show," Richard responded. He turned me around so my back was to the couple, kissed me with his hands cupping my butt and pulled me against him. Meanwhile, Marion leaned over and kissed the head of Alan's dick.

Straightening up, she said, "Okay, let's go inside. We've given them enough of a show. They can make their own entertainment now." I casually wondered if the young couple would be shocked and call the management about us, or go inside and bang their brains out. Probably the latter. That would have been my reaction in the past.

Once inside the door, Richard kissed me again. I had thought that older guys took a long time to recover, but from the condition of the thing pushing into my lower belly, either I heard wrong, or Richard wasn't nearly as old as I believed. "With a little more encouragement," I thought, "this guy's gonna be hard enough to fuck. And I'm just the lady to give encouragement. 

"We've got two bedrooms," Marion said, "with a king-sized bed in each. We can go to separate rooms, or all get on the same bed. What's your choice?"

Immediately I said, "Same bed, or course. I want to watch, and be watched."

Marion led us to the main bedroom, which indeed had a king-sized bed. She pulled the cover back and laid down, pulling Alan onto her. I laid down next to her as Richard stood next to me. I held his cock in my hand, "Almost there," I thought. I pulled him to me and put my lips around his penis. Holding it halfway in my mouth, I flicked my tongue across his head. I gently sucked him in, then slid him nearly out, satisfied with the way the tool was growing fatter and longer. Again I was struck by the fact that Richard was so much bigger around than Alan. I liked the variety of a different size. I was looking forward to having that thing fill me up down below as he had done to my mouth. "I should feel guilty," I thought. "Alan's not making any comparisons."

"My god your pussy's tight," my husband called out next to me. Maybe I was wrong about that comparison thing.

Pulling Richard's new erection from my mouth, I said, "I think you're ready now. Come on and fuck me with this fat thing." I can make comparisons too. Richard knelt on the bed between my legs. Next to me Alan was holding still, his cock buried completely in Marion. He smiled at me, and I started to smile back before I gasped. Richard's dick, which had been pressing against my pussy lips, had pushed into me, stretching me like Alan never had. I didn't even notice the lack of length, he filled me so. Vaguely I wondered to myself how Marion could have such a tight pussy if she regularly had this thing inside it.

"Oh yes!" I cried out as he pushed deep into me. "Oh god yes," as he pulled it nearly out, then slammed it back in. I could feel his balls hitting my ass, his pubic bone crashing into mine. I was well lubed and he moved easily in and out. What he had done to me earlier with his tongue made sure of that lubrication thing.

"Harder," Marion murmured, "do me harder." The bed shook from the enthusiastic action of the men. I was shaking with the excitement of being stimulated as I never had before. 

Alan leaned toward me as he was pistoning into Marion. I sighed as he sucked on my breast. It felt good, and it felt good to know he was thinking of me even as we were both having sex with other people.

Richard held still, then began rotating his hips, trying to push in deeper without withdrawing. He was rubbing against me, stimulating my clit. Alan bit down on my nipple and the fire in my cunt exploded, engulfing my whole body. I wrapped my legs tight around Richard's back, holding him against me as I was cumming. 

I hadn't expected to cum that quickly, but the whole experience had me so hot I couldn't help it. As the orgasm faded, Richard said, "Why don't you turn over and let me do you from behind?"

"Sounds good," I gasped, glad for a chance to get my breath back. Richard pulled out and I turned over to got on my hands and knees. I felt his tongue on my pussy as he licked me from behind. Then he moved up and I gasped in surprise and pleasure as his tongue penetrated my ass.

After rimming me, Richard got on his knees. I could feel his cock-head against my pussy, then 'wham' he slammed into me. He held still a moment, then 'wham' again. Although I had gotten used to his girth and didn't feel stretched any more, his size made me feel so full. Next to us Alan was moving slowly in and out of Marion. She was making soft little sounds of appreciation and I knew she was probably enjoying having the longer dick exploring parts of her that Richard didn't reach.

Suddenly Marion screamed. Her face was contorted in orgasm. She rocked the whole bed, obviously cumming hard. "Oh shit me too," Alan cried out. From my vantage point I could see he was completely buried in Marion's cunt.

"YesyesyesYES," Marion screamed. "FillmeupfillmewithyourcumOHFUCKYES." The sight and sound of their shared orgasm turned me on even more. As Marion started to calm down, I leaned over and kissed her on the mouth. Our tongues played together as Richard started banging me harder again. I felt someone touch me. I looked down to discover Marion's hand between my legs. She had a finger on each side of my pussy where Richard's cock was moving in and out of me. The palm of her hand was rubbing my clit. I kissed her again, then screamed against her mouth as another orgasm hit me. I could feel Richard pulling me tight against him, felt his cum pouring into me fueling the heat that was consuming me.

When we finally calmed down, I turned onto my back and Richard laid down beside me. Marion and I were laying together and Alan was on her far side. He had his head propped on an elbow with a smile on his face. "Kim honey," he said, "you are so beautiful when you're cumming."

"You say the nicest things, dear. Thank you," I said to him. Then I turned to Richard and added, "Thank you too." I kissed him quickly and laid my head back down on the pillow. 

I felt Marion's hand on my breast. Then the hand ran down my body until it was at my pussy. "Girl, you are leaking all over the sheets," she said.

"And you're not?" I asked with a smile.

"Oh yes I am. This husband of yours shot a major load into me. I see my husband did the same to you," she added as her fingers slid into my full pussy. I moaned softly, too sexually stimulated to even care that this was a woman's fingers inside me. She pulled them out and held them to her lips. I watched as she licked the combined man/woman cum off them. They returned to my pussy and she penetrated me again. Marion kissed me on the lips, her tongue probing my mouth as her fingers probed my cunt. She whispered, "You taste so good. I want to go down on you. Would you like me to do that? To eat your pussy?"

That's when I started coming out of my sexual stupor. Had I gone too far, or not far enough? Did I want this woman to make love to me. To eat my pussy? To lick my cum, and her husband's cum, out of me? Why did her hand feel so good in me? Why had I kissed her? Marion waited patiently while I thought. Finally I said, "I don't think so. I don't think I'm ready for that yet. Is that okay?"

"Sure," she said. "You get to set your own limits. Just let me know when you are ready." Vaguely I wondered if Alan was disappointed at not getting to watch me have sex with a woman. I'd heard that was every man's fantasy, but didn't know if it was his. One more thing we'd have to talk about later.

Marion removed her fingers from me. My eyes were closed so I don't know if she licked them again. I had an urge to touch her, to taste her and taste Alan's seed inside her. But my discomfort was too strong. Instead I snuggled close to Marion and just let myself finally relax.

After we all calmed down and rested, Alan and I said that it was time we got back to our own room. It had been a long, weird, and wonderful day, but we were beat. I pulled my beach robe back on over my nakedness and carried my suit. I'm pretty sure Alan put his swim trunks back on, but I was too tired to care if he was covered or not. As we passed the door to the room where the young couple had been watching us from their balcony earlier I thought I could hear the sounds of fucking inside, but it might have been my imagination.

Somehow we made it back to our little suite. We reeked of sex. I considered showering, but we were both too tired. Besides, I liked the smell, the reminder of our sexual adventures that day. My flashing my bare tits on the beach for the first time. Getting naked with another couple, and the sex that followed. How I had felt pride at Alan when he brought Marion to orgasm with his tongue. How good Richard had made me feel. How much I loved Alan, even more now that we had shared ourselves with others. I thought about making love to my husband, but I was too late. My knight in shining armor was sound asleep. Two minutes later so was I.




Playmates



When we woke the following morning we did make love. Slowly. Tenderly. Sharing our bodies to demonstrate that what we had done the day before had done nothing but strengthen the love we felt. Then we talked. Talked about what we had watched each other do, and what we each had done. About the surprise and pleasure we had both experienced. What we thought about it. We agreed that it did not change the way we felt about each other. Alan admitted that it was something of a fantasy of his to see me with another woman. I admitted that I had been very tempted. That Marion had made me feel good and I knew I would have enjoyed her going down on me.

"One thing for sure," Alan said. "If you had told me yesterday morning that we'd end up having sex with another couple, not to mention a couple at least twenty years older than us, I would have had you committed." I couldn't have agreed more. Another thing we agreed on - that we'd almost certainly do it again.

After finally getting out of bed, we thought about calling Richard and Marion, but what do you say? "Thanks for the nice fuck?" or "My husband really enjoyed the blow job you gave him?" or "Richard's got some great tasting cum?" Maybe we should send a thank you note. "We really enjoyed the orgy last night. We'll have to do it again some time soon."

In the end, we had a room service breakfast, showered and made love again. Then off to the beach where once more I got to go topless, displaying my titties for the men to ogle. And Alan got to ogle the titties being displayed for him.

After lunch on the beach and a nap under an umbrella, we went back to our room to get cleaned up. We were planning on having dinner at a beach restaurant we'd seen, but as I was getting out of the shower Marion called.

"Kim dear," she said, "we wanted to tell you guys how much fun we had yesterday." I assured her that we had enjoyed it too, then she said, "We ran into a couple we know, in fact we met them here last year. We told them about you guys and they'd like to meet you." 

What had she told them, I wondered. And were we up for another orgy tonight. Especially with a couple we didn't know. Then I thought, "Hell, we hardly knew Richard and Marion when we started sampling their bodily fluids."

Marion went on, "How 'bout you two meeting the four of us for dinner. There's this great place down on the beach," she said, naming the same restaurant we had intended on going to. I told her I'd need to talk to Alan who was in the shower, and that I'd call her back. When Alan got out I told him about the invitation. We decided it would be okay. After all, we'd be in public and have all our clothes on. And we could always say no if they invited us to the room. Or we could plead exhaustion, which would not be much of a stretch. Hell, we didn't even know if these were friends or playmates we'd be meeting.

I called Marion back and agreed to meet them in an hour in the lobby. I put on my new skirt. It was short with a slit up the side that displayed my legs nicely. No hose of course, it was way too hot for that. I wore tiny bikini panties and a matching bra under my silk blouse. The exhibitionist in me left enough buttons open so I could show off without revealing everything. Like there was anyone around who hadn't already seen what was in my bra.

When we got to the lobby we had to wait a few minutes for the other four to show up. I noted the appreciative glances men made at my legs. It almost made me decide to take my bra off. I love to show off, and it always turns Alan on when I let other men get glimpses up my skirt or down my blouse. 

Soon Marion and Richard arrived with the other couple. Tom and May were older than us, but not as old as our friends, probably about halfway between. May was a big woman, tall and buxom with wide hips and an open smile. She also had several buttons open on her blouse, displaying the obvious lack of a bra. Standing next to diminutive Marion she looked even larger. Marion was wearing a black dress. I could see her breasts outlined in the clingy cloth. The hem was short enough to show off her legs. I wondered if she was wearing anything under the dress. 

Tom had a jolly looking face. Not as tall as May, he sported a small paunch around his middle. We exchanged the usual small talk you do when meeting people for the first time, and walked to the restaurant where Richard had made reservations. 

Tom was as jovial as he looked, kidding with everyone in a self-deprecating way that made you like him. May was also fun to be with, and after a very short time Alan and I were as comfortable with them as if we'd known them for years. When the waiter came to take our orders, Tom looked at us, "Now y'all order what ever you want," he said in his Texas drawl, "this here is Richard's treat. He can afford it. He's rich as old Creosus."

"Tom dear, I'm rich too," Marion told him. "I'm an heiress you know." She said it as a joke, but I didn't doubt it for a minute.

"Yes darlin'," Tom said, "But you've got talents. I'm not sure Richard does."

"Oh yes he does," May threw in. "I can assure you Richard's got talents. Don't you think so, dear," she directed at me.

Caught off-guard, I responded, "He did yesterday." Oops. I wondered if May knew what I was talking about, or whether I should have even been talking about it.

Tom winked at me and said, "Richard, you horny ol' bastard. You always did know how to suck up to the pretty ones' didn't you."

"And he means that literally, too," May added.

Marion put her hand on Tom's arm and said, "Kim, I can promise you Tom's got a lot of talent too. He can 'suck up' with the best of them."

"Why hell ladies. I'm just an old drunk Irishman feeling lucky to be in the company of such beautiful people." I had noted that when we had cocktails Tom had nursed a single glass of scotch while the rest of us had at least two drinks. He might have been an Irishman, but he sure didn't act like a drunk.

By the time we'd finished eating we felt as if we'd known both couples for ever. They were fun, likable, and in their own way, sexy. Both Richard and Tom had sent complementary glances down my blouse, which always made me feel good. May had leaned over to give Alan a show so often that Tom had said, "Honey, you're gonna drop one o' them things on your plate, you keep doin' that."

To which Richard had responded, "Tom, you mind your own business. She's just trying to entertain Alan and me. If she drops one I'll be glad to pick it up for her and tuck it back in." Tom felt comfortable enough he put his hand on my knee a few times, but no higher. Frankly, I was disappointed it hadn't moved higher. The thought of getting naked with this group was starting to appeal to me.

As we were having after-dinner drinks, I said, "So, I understand the four of you met at this resort last year?"

"Sure did, Honey," May said. "We met Marion first. Richard didn't arrive until a day or so later."

"That's right," Richard said. "Marion sort of picked them up one day."

"Actually, she picked me up first, down on the beach," Tom said. "She didn't pick May up until that afternoon in the bar."

"And had her way with both of them before the day was out," Richard said with a smile.

"Just May, not me. Didn't get around to me until you got here," Tom said.

"Yeah," May threw in. "You were too busy having your way with Stella's butt that first day." 

I was definitely getting wet. Under cover of the table cloth I put my hand in Alan's lap. As expected, there was a boner in his pants. We looked each other in the eyes and nodded together. There was no question about what we were agreeing to do. I gave him a squeeze and excused myself to go to the restroom. After I peed, I removed my bra and put it in my purse. When I put my blouse back on, I left an additional button open. 

Returning to the party, I made sure I leaned toward Tom when I sat down. The view I gave him wasn't wasted. Tom's hand immediately went back to my knee. This time I covered it with my own hand and urged it higher until his fingers were on the inside of my thigh. I didn't know how far we could go in a public place, but if I'd thought we could get away with it I would have had my way with him right there on the table.

Without acknowledging what his hand was doing under the table, Tom said, "Remember that little strip tease the three ladies did for us that night. Now, that was something."

To Alan, Richard said, "They undressed and played with each other to music. Tom and I about went nuts waiting for our turn with them."

"Hey, why don't we do that again," Marion said. "Or at least May and I can if Kim isn't ready to participate yet." Not knowing if I was ready or not, I didn't say anything.

"That sounds like fun," my dear husband tossed in. The horny young bastard.

"Sure does," Tom said. "Richard, pay the tab and let's get outa here." Over our protests, Richard did pick up the bill and we headed back to their suite for the second night. Alan was beaming like crazy, obviously looking forward to the strip tease that was coming. Inside, I knew I was looking forward to it nearly as much. As we walked back to the resort I felt almost as if I was in daze. Two days earlier these people had been unknown to me, and I had only had one sex partner in my life. But I knew that before the night was over I would be having sex with one, hell probably more than one, of those near strangers, as would my husband. And I was wet with anticipation.

Once back in the suite, Marion got the covers off both beds and spread them on the sitting room floor. "Just in case someone gets carried away," she said. "Don't want any rug burns on knees or backsides."

May lowered the lights while Tom and Richard pulled up chairs to sit in. Alan and I sat on the sofa together. I sat with my knees apart and both the other men took appreciative looks up my skirt. Until the music started, that is. 'Bolero' of course. The ultimate sex music.

The two women began moving, sort of in time with the music. Nobody really cared much about that. As we watched they kissed and rubbed their clothed bodies against each other. May turned around facing the men with Marion behind her. Marion's hands were squeezing May's breasts, then one moved down and rubbed her crotch. As the tempo of the music picked up, Marion inched the front of May's skirt up until she had her hand under it. Although hidden from view, we could tell she was rubbing, masturbating, May's pussy.

Marion removed her hand and they turned to face each other again. Marion pulled May's blouse from her skirt, then slowly began unbuttoning it from the bottom. When she finally got the top button open, she stepped back and pulled the blouse open wide. May's large breasts popped into view, her nipples large and hard. Marion grasped them with her hands, pinching the nipples. Then she bent forward and took one in her mouth. May leaned her head back, eyes closed, as if in pleasure. I don't think it was an act.

Marion switched nipples. When she did, May began inching the smaller woman's dress up, revealing red thong panties. They looked wet to me. Mine were. When she got the dress waist high Marion released the nipple she was suckling and raised her arms. May pulled the dress off over her head and Marion's muffin-sized tits were sticking straight out. As Marion discarded the dress, May took hold of the muffins and rubbed Marion's nipples against hers. 

The music continued to speed up. May moved behind Marion, her hands on the woman's tits. Then one hand moved down and covered the crotch of the panties. As we watched, May slid her hand under the panties. Marion sagged slightly, the look on her face telling us that May had a finger inside her. We could see the outline of May's hand as she worked the finger in and out of her friend's pussy. Marion began to moan. She took hold of her own breasts, pinching her nipples hard. Then she pulled May's hand out of her panties and brought it to her face. Slowly Marion sucked the wet finger into her mouth as if she was sucking a cock.

The two women faced each other again, and Marion lowered the zipper on the side of May's skirt. She pulled the skirt down and it dropped to the floor, revealing the bikini panties May was wearing. They definitely were wet. Marion dropped to her knees, looked up into May's eyes, then covered the wet cloth with her mouth, causing all of us to gasp. As Marion sucked at the crotch she began rolling the panties down at the sides. Finally she removed her mouth and pulled them all the way down. May kicked them aside. Marion moved her head so we could all see May's neatly trimmed pubic hair. Then Marion pulled the lips open, showing us the inside of May's pussy.

Marion put her mouth back over May's crotch. The big woman moaned as Marion's tongue poked into her. She moaned again when Marion sucked at her clit, then once more when the woman stuck several fingers into her. May put her hands on the back of Marion's head, pressing the woman's mouth to her cunt. May's eyes were closed and her face was contorted. The music was reaching higher and higher levels. I wondered if May was cumming. If not, she was very close. Hell, we all were.

Eventually May pulled Marion back to a standing position. As the two women locked mouths, May slid Marion's thong down and Marion stepped out of them. This time May got to her knees and covered Marion's shaved pussy with her mouth. Supported by May's hands on her back, Marion put one leg over the woman's shoulder and pulled the face against her. Marion bounced her hips, as if she was fucking the bigger woman's mouth. All three men had hard-ons showing and all three were rubbing them through their pants. Each had a wet spot where their cocks poked up. 'Every man's fantasy.' And some women's fantasy too. It was all I could do to keep own hands out of my panties. Instead, I was rubbing my tits and pinching my nipples through my blouse.

The music ended and the two women disengaged. May stood up and both women took a deep bow toward their audience. As she straightened, Marion looked into my eyes, her question clear, even though not spoken aloud. Without thinking I nodded, then silently mouthed the words, "I'm ready now." I was. My pussy was burning - begging me to let these women touch it, kiss it, penetrate it with their fingers, with their tongues. Alan helped me to my feet and dazedly I walked over and stood between the other women. I was ready, more than ready, to have Alan watch me live out the fantasy we neither one had admitted until that day.

Someone started the music again. Marion took me in her arms, her naked body against my clothed one, while she kissed me hard on the mouth. I could feel the heat of her pussy on my leg, and it occurred to me I'd probably have to send the skirt to the cleaners. My hands were on Marion's ass, pulling her against me. Then May was behind me, pressed to my backside. She reached completely around the two of us and I was sandwiched between the two naked women. Marion stepped back slightly, breaking the hug. She pulled my blouse out of my skirt and May's hands slid under it, grasping my breasts as Marion opened the buttons. When she had it completely open, May pulled it back and Marion sucked one of my tits into her mouth. I had my hands on her tits, her nipples like jewels in my palms. I urged her back from me, then I leaned over and sucked one of her breasts into my mouth, rubbing the back of my tongue on the hard point. As I kissed and suckled on her, May slid my skirt down over my hips, dropping it to the floor.

May's hands went to my tits as Marion went to her knees. "This is it," I thought, my whole body tingling with anticipation. Marion held her face directly in front of my crotch. Everyone in the room could see how wet my panties were. Probably everyone could smell them. Marion touched them with her nose, inhaling deeply. Then she covered the wet cloth with her open mouth. I could feel her blowing her hot breath into me. May began rolling my panties down and Marion moved her mouth away so May could pull them completely off. The small woman held her head to the side so all could see my nakedness, shaved and completely exposed. Then she held my lips open, displaying the core of my sex to the men, before returning her mouth to my crotch. For the first time in my life I felt a woman's lips on me, a woman's tongue probing me. It was soft, much softer than a man's. Of course she knew the places I needed to be touched, and she touched every one of them - gently, sensuously, lovingly. My legs were weak and I probably would have collapsed if May had not held me up. I was pressed to her body. I could feel her hot pussy against my ass, her breasts against my back. Her hands were on my tits, rolling and pinching my nipples.

"I . . . I can't stand," I whispered, "I need to lay down." My knees were shaking. The women helped me to the floor. I laid on my back, my knees up and my head on a pillow Alan had tossed me. Marion knelt between my knees and as I watched her face returned to my crotch.

Marion continued exploring and stimulating me with her tongue. She sucked on my clit, and tenderly slid two fingers into me, into my cunt. I put my hands on the back of Marion's head, pushing her harder against me. I laid my head back on the pillow. I was mumbling, not words, just sound of pleasure as Marion used her lips and tongue to tease me. With the knowledge only another woman would have, Marion kept me on the knife's edge between pleasure and ecstasy. Glancing around the room I saw the men were all pantless. Each was stroking his hard cock as they watched what Marion was doing to me.

Finally I couldn't stand it any longer. "Make me cum. Please make me cum," I begged. Marion sucked on my clit, her fingers sliding in and out of me. When she located my G-spot she pressed it and I exploded. I know I screamed as I thrashed on the floor, Marion's mouth locked to my cunt. Again and again I rocked in climax, alternately crying out and gasping for air. At long last Marion moved her mouth away, still working her fingers in and out of my pussy. Her face was soaked with my pussy juice. I pulled her up to me and kissed her open-mouthed, licking at my own cum on her, and held the little woman in my arms.

We laid with me holding her a moment, then I whispered, "Now you. I want to make love to you, to eat you - eat your pussy." Without speaking aloud, Marion nodded, then turned onto her back. I positioned myself between her legs, my face directly over crotch. I had never seen a vagina that close before - it was beautiful. Her lips were swollen in anticipation, her clit protruding slightly. I held her lips open, inhaling the aroma of the juice leaking from her. Then I did it - I touched her with my tongue, licking at the wetness. I had thought I knew what a pussy would taste like, having tasted it on Alan's, and Marion's, faces. But I wasn't prepared for how overpowering it would be. Both sweet and pungent. I dug my tongue into her, trying to get more. Then I concentrated on licking those spots where I liked to be touched. Marion was moaning quietly as I explored her sex.

I concentrated on licking gently on her clit and slid a finger into her cunt. It was so wet, so warm. I moved the finger around, eliciting louder moans from my new lover. Over and over I licked and probed at the woman. Soon I had two fingers in her and her hips were rising, pressing her sex to me. Then she shouted and I felt her cunt grasp at my fingers. I licked harder, faster as Marion bounced against me. The cum was flowing from her, coating my hand and my face. Marion locked her legs around my head as she shook in orgasm. 

Glancing around I saw May on her knees. Richard's cock was in her mouth and Tom was rubbing his against her cheek. Then I became aware of hands on me - on my hips, on my pussy. I didn't know who was touching me, just that it felt good. As Marion began to come down from her climax, someone lifted my hips until I was on my knees. Looking back, I saw it was Alan. He was on his knees behind me. I could feel his cock against my pussy, then slowly he entered me. I laid my head on Marion's thigh and licked at her pussy-lips again as my husband slid into me. I have never loved him more than at that moment.



Playmates



Brian isn't threatened by the other men in my life. It's true he gets jealous. I've seen it in his eyes. I notice it when I am meeting someone new. He is always there, that is part of the deal. It is when I am sitting there, barely dressed in some outfit selected because it is revealing, having a cocktail, and interviewing a new plaything. It's before I have touched them that he is jealous. I steal glances at him. I guess I like it. I know he does.

It all came up pretty early in our relationship. I was drunk of course. "In vino vertias." We were at a party and a longhaired man in a tight T-shirt was being a little too obvious. I was flirting. I wanted him. I said no. I still slipped his number into my bad though. Brian pulled me aside. He asked if I wanted Mr. T-shirt. I said yes, I did. He just looked at me for a minute but it felt like an hour. I grew uncomfortable. Just as I began to question whether or not I could actually just settle on one man he reached out to me. He put his hand on my back. My dress plunged deep down my back almost to my ass and he moved his hand from my shoulder blade until it was tantalizingly low on my back. I wanted him to continue to my ass. I am sexual that way. I just like it. I like all of it. I like the tease, I like the seduction, and I like the earth shaking hair pulling hard fucking. 

"Can I watch?" he said quietly in my ear. 

I will be honest. I have had thoughts about having multiple men. I have had long dirty nights of imagining it and touching myself and bringing myself to orgasms as I had one hand between my legs and the fingers of the other in my mouth in a pale imitation of the real thing.

"No." I said quietly. I didn't look at him afraid of what he was thinking. If I was going to go through with it I would need to just close my eyes and let the cards fall where they may. "I want you too." I told him.

It was better than I imagined. It was too good. It was too good not to happen again.

"I just love cock." I told him. It was about the third time I had invited Mr. T-shirt over. Those early times, they were social as well as sexual. Mr. Tshirt would come over and we woul drink wine and smoke a little and then when we grew quiet I would know it was happening. I would ran my hands over their thighs and then stroke them through their Jeans. They would undress. They both knew it was all about me. I wouldn't be wearing much, usually just a T-shirt of my own but they would stand in front of me. I would stroke them and lick them. Sometimes this would go on longer than the fucking. I just loved cock.

Mr. T-shirt found a girlfriend and faded away but I wasn't done. Neither was Brian. 

One night he took me out to a club. I think it was my birthday. It was some sort of special event. He told me when we were waiting in line. "It's been a while. I thought maybe you might find a new playmate tonight." I loved that he said playmate. It made it less serious. It wasn't fucking it was playing. Playing is fun.

"Or two?" I teased him.

"You want two?" he asked.

"I want all of them." I smiled as I said it, as if I was still teasing, but I wasn't. I found two friends and with Brian we all went back to one of their apartments. It was a young single guys place. It was small and dirty with the bed barely off the floor. Brian told them the rules as I undressed. I made a show of it slowly peeling off the blouse and skirt I was wearing. They had to wear condoms to fuck me.

I sucked each one of them off. Fuck that was a lot of cum. When I finally assumes a position on the bed with my ass in the air and my face pressed down into a pillow my mouth was overwhelmed by the salty must taste of them. I was such a fucking slut. They started fucking and went on until the sky out the window started to turn orange. My cunt ached the next day but I didn't care, Sundays Brian and I seldom left the bedroom and with the images of the night before flashing through my mind I napped and fucked my way through the day.

"Do you want a girl?" I asked him finally. We were eating crepes in bed. He just looked at me. "Like, would you like us to have a girl join us, you know, maybe you should have a playmate too."

He thought about it too long. I couldn't imagine what he was thinking about. 

"I don't know. It's not the same." He said finally.

"Sure it is." I told him. "It's only fair."

"No," he explained. "a woman, and you know this, can pleasure two men. There are plenty of things you can do."

"Lots of holes." I tried to joke.

"Exactly." He continued, earnestly. "But a guy, I mean, you only have one dick." He paused again. "And it gets tired."

We talked about it for some time. I tried to understand but it just escaped me. I am not a girl who is into girls, that wasn't my intention. I just wanted him to enjoy a playmate the way I did. 

Girls are so much harder. When I finally got him to accept the idea we went on the prowl. I figured it would be the same. I was an experienced woman of the world at 28 and absolutely clueless. We tried the same approaches except it was he who was on the make at the bar. Brian is good looking. He is tall with wavy black hair and wears a slight beard. He has a welcoming smile and is lean and muscular. I watched him talk to girls. I watched him do well. They would smile and chat with him. I watched them do all the things I do. They would smile and touch his arm and I figured we were in. 

With a man, it is easy. You smile and touch their arm and they want to fuck you. "Oh, my boyfriend is going to be there too." You say and they don't care. The women on the other hand, were almost instantly out. Occasionally they would tell us to call them but then never called back. Once The girl said it was fine but that he would have to watch her and me. Once she made it back to our apartment only to cry when he began to kiss her in front of me.

We ventured online, we tried one of those sites. We were successful. Twice we found him playmates.

My Brian is a wise man. He knew ahead of time how it would go. He is a marvelous lover. He can make love to me for hours delicately and tenderly or fuck my brains out, depending on the mood. It was still hard though, with two of us, to sufficiently give his attentions to both of us. 

I would get bored and move to the small sofa by the bed. He would fuck the other girl, it never came down to him not being able to last, it was always more about losing interest. I would watch him lose interest in her. He would be watching me. the last time, as the girl lay sleeping beside him I crawled back into bed with them.

"It's just not your thing, is it?" I asked him.

"You are my thing." He told me. He knows just how to touch my heart in the simplest most perfect way.

"We can stop." I told him. I watched the look of relief on his face.

"Or we can just go back to finding playmates for you." He said. I didn't reply, I just curled up in his chest. 

Lying there loving him I watched the sleeping girl beside us. "She is gorgeous." I told him.

"Make love to her. Let me watch." He said.

She stirred awake when I pulled her to her back. She smiled when I pulled her legs gently apart and moaned when I positioned myself between them. It was awkward at first but I imagined what I like to have done to me and settled into a gentle rhythm. She cooed and began to touch her breasts and when I paused for a moment to look up at Brian I saw the smile on his face and his hand gently stroking his engorged cock. God, I wanted that cock. I always understood my kink. I like cock. I finally understood his. He liked me.

Finally he fucked me as I fucked her with my fingers and tongue. We will make love to a woman still from time to time but it is rare, we have to stumble into it. 

I maintain a nice stable of playmates. I have different boys for different moods. Brian likes Kurt; they are actually friends. Aman always has pot. Reese has this incredible sailboat and we go out in the bay on sunny days and I laze about nude letting them have their way with me until the sun begins to set and it gets cool on the water. Brian gets his too. I have learned not to just get fucked but for his benefit I moan when I should and arch my back, it is a show.

I was never sure I would settle down, after all, I like cock, but I will never let go of my Brian. Some day I will grow tired of my kink, I am sure, but as long as his only kink is me, I will be his.