[MF] The club I never meant to join

We lived in a small bungalow style house about two miles from the beach in Southern California. The temperature was almost always pleasant. We didn’t have air conditioning just a few fans. In the winter we would use the wall heater. This particular year we turned the heater all the way off including the pilot light. When we were ready to start using the heater again we called the gas company out to reset the pilot light. Instead of lighting the heater they condemned it. We went through that winter without a heater.

The advantage of this was that we added a few blankets to the bed and snuggled up close to sleep in the 50F-40F (10C-4C) nights. We normally slept naked and this particular night was not any different. She showered before bed to warm up and crawled in by the light of the TV. It was time for sleep so I turned off the TV and laid on my side to be the big spoon. I slid my hand across her thigh and up her belly. She rocked into me a little and my hand found its target–the lower of her breasts. Her breasts were more than a handful and quite firm. It took only a few moments and I started to feel her hips grind into me. Then she grabbed my hand placed it between her legs. She had shaved.

[For her] The Hotel Rendezvous

You park your car, grab your overnight bag, and approach the hotel. It’s nicer than you thought it would be for such an occasion. The elevator is prompt and you’re glad because you’re full of nervous energy. You exit the elevator and go to the end of the hall, which seems shorter than it should have been. Room 716, you knock, there’s no immediate answer. A shiver runs down your body, your nipples perk up, and you take a deep calming breath. Knocking again your mind fills with doubts and what-if’s.

The door opens.

There she is. Her soft face, warm smile, and bright eyes. What had she been up to you wonder. You glance down quickly and see that she’s still clothed although her skirt seems a bit wrinkled.

You follow her into the room. The room is large, a suite even! You glance around. Bedroom, sitting area, kitchenette, and a nice spread on the kitchenette bar full of light snacks, chilled water bottles, and wine. The beers though seem out of place for such an obviously arranged spread. The beers are sweating from being previously chilled and one seems to be missing. Looking back across the room you see her husband sitting on the couch with the missing beer in his hand. He smiles at you. His shirt is untucked and he has a certain glow about him. I know what they were doing you giggle to your self. Finishing your assessment of the room you see that no one else is there.

Your first MFM

The living room is full of vibrant sounds and lights. Your husband is sitting on the sofa, a beer in his hand, and his gaze is locked on the football game. Across the room sits a man a few years your junior. His dark brown hair is cut short along the sides, but you wonder if it’s not just long enough to pull on the top. Dressed in a long sleeve button front shirt with the sleeves rolled neatly and a nice pair of blue jeans you like that he dressed to impress. You eye his shoulders and move down to the arm he has resting on his lap. The sleeves look snug and you look forward to seeing the “gun show”.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

There’s a firm knock at the door and your final guest has arrived. It’s a young man in his late twenties wearing board shorts, a t-shirt, flip-flops, and towel around his neck. He’s in his late twenties, has curly beach blonde hair, and a surfer’s body.

The best part of waking up

You’re not awake yet. Your eyes are still closed and you feel warm, safe, and rested. That’s not all your feeling though. There’s a light drizzle of finger tips running up and down your back. Occasionally they stop, draw little circles, and move on. It feels wonderful. The best alarm clock ever.

Slowly you’re becoming more awake and more aware. The sun is shining in through the windows, but your eyes are still closed. Your lover continues tracing the outline of your body and occasionally tickles the side of your thigh. You can feel the tip of his cock pressed against your stomach. You know what he really wants and you don’t mind.

His finger tips trace their way to your hips again and you roll away from him. Drawing his hand low across your belly. He adjusts to your new position and continues tracing.

Over your hips, along your side, up to the side of your breast. It tickles and you struggle to keep the stoic face you imagine you have. His fingers continue up to your neck line then across over your breast to your sternum. Then trace down. Across your belly. Circling your belly button. Down further and further.