What had started as fantasy became a reality during a family vacation to Portugal. We had stayed at the resort before and had the lay of the land already. Checking in, Erin my slim redheaded wife jumped at the chance of a couple’s massage. We both enjoy massages and have had a couple’s massages before. I was not prepared to encounter the dark-haired vision that was to be my masseuse. A few inches taller than Erin with light green eyes, full lips that were quick to jump into a sly smirk when we walked into the spa. Introducing herself as Rita she provided the standard questionnaire and areas to focus/avoid. I have no avoid these area spots. After checking us in Rita walks us back to the changing room. Her white uniform pants hugging firm curves of her ass and thighs, just tight enough to see the discreet outline of her panties highlighting her round buttocks with each step.
I felt my cock swell at the thought of this woman’s hands rubbing my oiled body. Sure, not the first time I have gotten aroused because a woman was going to kneading and gliding her hands over my body. But it was the first time I had been turned on by the thought of a woman’s hands running over me with Erin next to me.
In the changing room, Erin and I began to undress. Even after 14 years and two pregnancies she is fit and trim and turns me on every day. Sliding her tight shorts down her tanned ass revealing a white thong splitting her ass cheeks, bending over she glances at me seeing my cock swelling. Not knowing it is not just her making me grow she reaches out and brushes my shaft with her fingertips. My breath catches as my cock jumps growing harder. With a smile, she palms my sac and lightly squeezes my balls. I am standing firm with a 7-inch hard-on and a cock teasing wife stripping down in front of me. With a quick lick of her lips Erin stands facing me opening her legs she dips two fingers in her sex. Pulling them out she pulls me towards her and places them in my mouth as she kisses me hard our tongues snaking around the other tasting the wetness from her pussy. Erin’s other hand moves down my back along my thigh and begins to stroke my shaft, pulling away knowing that she is playing with me to see how far I’ll go before we get our massages. A pout from her lips as she realizes her game is over, she puts the little disposable underwear on and casually tosses one to me. With a shrug and a wink, I walk out of the changing room.
Rita is standing by her massage table, lips painted red eyes shining as they glace down to my robe-covered crotch. Maybe she noticed the slight bulge maybe she didn’t. Just behind Rita, another raven-haired beauty stood smiling as we walked out, she introduced herself as Adrianna and quickly took Erin’s hand and led her to her table. Rita smiled lifted the towel to allow me to disrobe with some privacy which I took advantage of adjusting myself. Lying face down I shoot a glance at Erin, but she is in her own world totally absorbed in Adrianna as she describes what she has planned.
Leaning over me I can feel Rita’s breasts as they graze my shoulder her breath warm on my ear as she goes over my own massage plan. My mind racing not focused on the words just the feeling of her heavy breast slowly moving in time with her breathing. I focus long enough to hear her ask if I have any questions. A small shake of my head and some type of no response was enough. Taking one more glance at Erin I see she is in complete heaven; Adrianna had placed headphones on her and was slowly working up her tanned body.
Rita catches me looking, she leans in once more, much closer this time, her bust firmly resting on my arm, and tells me to relax and let her work. I felt my ears go red when I felt Rita’s nipples causing my cock to shift. It was the way she said it that gave me butterflies.
Rita started running her manicured fingers through my hair moving firmly down my neck. Standing the head of the table, hands working the oil into my shoulders I open my eyes to see legs…deeply tanned toned bare legs. Was I missing something? A moment ago, Rita had had on white pants. Now I was faced with some beautifully lacquered toes and glowing tanned skin. As if sensing the leg show I was seeing Rita moved down to my right side working my arm, hand, and fingers. Standing as close to me as possible I could feel the smooth skin of her thighs as she massaged down my arm. My arousal building a little moan escaped and I guess that was Rita’s cue because I suddenly felt silky fabric at my fingertips with a warm heat radiating out. Knowing what she wanted my fingers gently brushed along her panty-clad lips. Rita had me roll to my back.
Once rolled over I was able to look at the vision of desire. Rita was just pulling her top off revealing her sheer white bra, dark nipples standing erect. The sight had my cock fully engorged and I could feel the pre-cum on the tip of my shaft. Rita began working my thighs with her warm hands her firm breasts moving in time. Feeling bold I reach out and cup her ass and check to make sure Erin was still in her little world. She wasn’t. she had rolled over and was watching me, her fingers slowly rubbing her pussy and Adrianna massaging her breasts. The sight pushed me over the last barrier, a firm smack on Rita’s ass closed the final small gap between us. Grabbing her wrist, I move her soft hand to my shaft, taking the not-so-subtle hint she starts to stroke my cock with oiled hands. A small moan from Erin draws my attention to her, Adrianna is between her legs tasting the sweet/salty wetness that has been mine since we married.
Erin looks up, pleasure on her face, and tells me to fuck Rita. Pulling her panties aside Rita dips two fingers in her shaved cunt pulling them out she places them in my mouth, and I suck them into my mouth tasting her wet sex, I need to be inside her. Rita climbs on top of me holding my shaft in her hands she slowly envelops me. Tight, warm, and sopping Rita begins riding me. Thrusting up, my cock drills deeper into her. I pull her close to me, holding her hips I start driving my 7 inches faster into her, another moan of joy draws my attention to Erin and Adrianna who have now begun fingering each other as they watch me fuck Rita.
Rita’s short breath and small yelps of “yes” are driving me fast to cumming. I slow my stroke pulling out even slower. Lifting her off me and turning her to her back. Opening her smooth legs, I bury my face into her wet well-fucked pussy, tasting our combined fluids my tongue sliding easily around her hard clit. I open her labia and lap at her pink folds. Rita’s hands are in my hair pressing my tongue deeper inside her. Pulling back, I flick her clit with the tip of my tongue making small patterns around and over it as I slide two then three fingers inside her. I feel her body tense, knowing she is about to cum, I begin fucking her with my fingers in a small fast “come here” motion. Driving her over the edge her orgasm floods my mouth as she first pushes my face hard into her then back again as the next wave crests through her.
Erin and Adrianna are both moaning into each other mouths as they bring themselves closer to orgasm, fingers moving fast and hips hip bucking in time. Wanting to see another woman make Erin cum, I bend Rita over the table sliding the head of my cock down her wet slit then in fluid motion I enter her. A squeal of pleasure from her as my hand comes down on a firm tanned asscheek. Speeding up, hands holding her waist I drive harder into her sopping pussy. I want to cum, I want to cum with Erin as she fucks another woman.
Erin is rocking her hips faster, knowing she is about to cum I slam harder into Rita my thighs slapping faster as faster against her. Erin shakes as she cums over Adrianna’s fingers as my balls erupt flooding Rita’s already saturated pussy triggering her to tighten around my shaft as she cums again, soaking my crotch. Adrianna is close behind pulling hard on her nipple as Erin brings her to orgasm panting with exhausted pleasure.
The four of us share a passionate look and all of us move to the shower washing the sweat of sex off our bodies
Tag: Wife
The Breakthrough Part II
(On the TV) A beautiful brunette was sucking a big black cock, taking extra care to squeeze and massage his massive balls. Across the room, the woman’s husband sat in a chair watching them, and he began to unzip his pants.
“Hey Benny you won’t tell Mom if I let you watch one of these videos will you?” He cleared his throat again. “Um well no, Dad.” He said nervously. His cheeks were flushed red. He held his drink with two hands over his lap. I literally saw his fat cock start growing along the side of his thigh as he pressed it down with his drink.
The whore on TV continued to suck and gag on the fat black cock. The man moaned with pleasure as she bobbed up and down. By now, the husband across the room had removed his pants and was rubbing the head of his cock with one hand pulling at his small nut sack with the other.
Wife makes me cum next to our sleeping friends [MF]
Before we were married my wife and I shared a hotel room with another couple after a night out drinking. The room was two queen beds right next to each other. We all were in bed for the night and I was ready to go to sleep when my wife reaches in my boxers and starts to play with my cock under the sheets. I roll over to face her and pull my boxers down a little so she has better access. Now she’s got both hands on it and I’m as hard as can be. I worry about making too much noise and having our friends notice but I’m so into it I really can’t tell you how much noise we were making. I reach hand under her shirt and get a nice handful of her DD cups. It all turned me on so much I couldn’t hold it any longer. I blow my load under the sheets right on her and in the middle of the bed and she keeps keeps tugging until I’m completely drained. As soon as she’s sure I’m spent she gives me a quick kiss turns over and goes to sleep dripping with and lying in my cum. As far as I know other couple had no idea.
my friends pregnant wife in dire need [foreplay] [cheating]
So my friend and his wife Rachel are very close friends with myself and my wife. A couple of months back he had to go away for a few days for work, which happens from time to time, and we always keep in touch with Rachel when she’s alone.
This time was no different. We had her over for dinner a couple of nights and checked in on her from time to time. She was over 7 months pregnant so had all the usual struggles an expectant mother would have. She is about 5ft4, average enough weight. Very pretty and a great girl too. Steve had struck gold.
All was as normal as could be until one night, my phone rang. It was Rachel. I answered quickly as she would only really call if something was up. She asked me to come straight over. Naturally I obliged and kissed my wife, telling her I’d let her know if something was wrong.
I drove to their house, about 15 minutes away.
She stood at the door as I walked over to it. Dressed in a pair of grey leggings and a zip hoody, zipped right up. Strange I thought. It looked a bit uncomfortable like that.
I let one of a older white man nut inside me unprotected to satisfy his fantasy. [FM]
So long story short, when I was in college I got in touch with an “agency” that introduced me to older men with money (AKA sugar daddy’s). Now, many of these sugar daddys are older White Men and I am a Black Woman. Of course, I always get the white guys that want to “fuck a black girl” which kind of annoyed me, but they were paying, so I shut my mouth, looked pretty and spread my legs for them.
But I have been in this “business” for a few years now and kept doing it after I graduated with a degree in medical technologist, because sucking dick and going on dates with rich guys is a lot more fun than working!
Well I have 3 regular sugar daddy’s and I spend maybe 4 or 5 days with them each month. They are lawyers and other high-stress jobs, so they end up working most of the time and Its pretty easy to schedule them around each other. ( I assume they have other women too, so its not like it is just me cheating, we always use condoms too).
Rain’s Body
My girlfriend’s mom had always stuck out to me, from the first time I saw her.
I had never seen a woman like her, a milf in her late 40s, but whose face, even through the marks of age, could still turn you on in an instant if she gave you the right look.
She had this way of glaring at you, not sternly, but in a way that seemed to say quite plainly: “I am thinking about fucking you right now.” She would look slightly sideways at you, furrowing her brow the tiniest bit, and you could see the gears turning behind those eyes. It was a force to behold.
Now, I believed there was no way that she meant it like that, because there was no way she would purposely turn her daughter’s boyfriend on so often, but I always liked to imagine.
There was something about her body, too. It was not the type of body I typically would find attractive, but she carried it in such a way.
She was quite short, about 5′ 4″, Mexican, and… voluminous, to put it kindly, which I do. There was something so indulgent about her body.
She looked so soft, so comfortable, indulgent like a rich, thick chocolate cake is, so much, and too much, and everything you could ever want at the same time; so much different from the slim girls I’ve dated in the past.
She was voluminous in all places, except for one. Many would consider it unfortunate for such a beautiful woman to have such small breasts, but there was something so tantalizing about them, too.
She was so proud of them; she always wore her shirts low, her robes slightly opened at the top, she seldom wore a bra, and her confidence was intoxicating.
They may have been small, but there was this air about them. They were something to be proud of, something to show off, something only select men had ever had the privilege to see. At least, that’s how she made you feel about them, and I did.
Once, I’d almost had that privilege, though not by intention.
At a birthday party, Rain (that was her name), in her usual confidence, had elected to wear only a white tanktop for a shirt. Of course, with no bra underneath. A miracle happened: she spilled a cup of water all over herself, which rendered her shirt transparent.
And there they were: her delicious, secret nipples for all to see. It was only a few seconds before she covered them with her hand, but it was done. I had seen them, she knew I had seen them, and my infatuation was ignited.
In months after, she became more flirtatious, and she seemed to enjoy it a lot. Maybe it was simply the fact that a younger man found her attractive that she enjoyed, but either way, I was into it.
I became more brash about staring at her ass as she walked, and about looking down her shirts when she bent over. She took notice, and made sure to walk slower and bend over more often to tease me more.
She would ask about me and her daughter’s sex life, which my girlfriend found incredibly embarrassing, but which I found titillating; and I would ask about hers.
She confided in us that sex with her husband wasn’t fulfilling. He never lasted long and he didn’t partake much in foreplay, leaving her to masturbate after he was done, every time. For twenty years now she had never experienced a good dicking down. I was stunned. This inexplicable woman of my dreams (literally) hadn’t been satisfied sexually in over two decades. A woman who deserved all the orgasms in the world was so unfairly deprived by her husband’s inability to perform.
Her husband, Brian, wasn’t the most loving guy in general. Don’t get me wrong, he cared for his wife and daughter, but he seldom went out of his way to make them know he loved them. What he lacked in love, though, he made up for in money.
He worked a very lucrative construction job, and very long hours at it, too. Brian worked even later most nights during the summer, usually well after 8 o’clock, and so most days I spent there it was just me, my girlfriend, and Rain alone until late into the night.
My girlfriend had always been a generally tired person, and was no stranger to heading to bed at 8, or even a little before. This night, though, she headed to bed exceptionally early. 6:30.
She had been complaining about a headache, and it wasn’t like we would have interacted much anyways if she had stayed up later. Things had been cooling off between us for a while. I decided I’d stay and go to bed later, so for at least the next half-hour, it was just me and Rain awake in the house.
Rain was upstairs watching TV, and with nothing else to do, I walked upstairs to join her. I would be lying if I said a fantasy didn’t flash through my mind, but then again, images of me and her fucking all over the house were constantly playing in my mind. Oh my god, I needed to feel her body so bad.
She was sitting in her robe, as she often did, in a recliner. I sat on the couch, looking up at the TV as though I wasn’t dreaming about her body. I immediately realized she was watching Game of Thrones, and more than that, she was watching one of my favorite episodes. I realized with a rush that in only a couple minutes, there was going to be a sex scene.
“Have you watched this show?” she spoke up.
“Yeah, I’ve seen most of it. I never got around to finishing it, though.”
We went silent again.
Rain had an awful habit of sitting with her legs apart, but I was so thankful for that habit now. Through the split in the robe I spied a lacy white pair of panties, just barely enough to cover her pussy.
I immediately felt a shift in my pants. I tore my eyes away, looking back up to the screen. Not like that would do much for getting rid of my erection, because the sex scene had just started. Me and Rain watched intently as the actress’s tits swung back and forth and she was railed from behind. My cock was growing steadily harder by the second.
Trying to ease the awkwardness, Rain spoke up again, “Do you watch porn?”, laughing a little as she said it. She was terrible at conversation, but my penis jumped to attention.
I hesitated for a second or two before deciding it might be interesting to answer. “I… I have before.”
“Just ‘before’?” She glared at me knowingly.
“I mean, I’m not an addict or anything but I look at it from time to time.”
She shifted in her recliner, her panties now tantalizingly out in the open. I could see a few inches of skin above them, now, and I felt my balls swell with sperm.
She continued: “It’s surprising how open society is about sex nowadays. It’s all over TV, I feel like it was never like that before.”
“Well, I’ve heard back in the Sixties and Seventies people were pretty open about sex.”
“I mean, I guess a little bit. We got pretty crazy back in the nineties when I was your age, but it’s nothing like today.”
She had caught my attention. I don’t know if I was imagining it, but I could swear I saw a twinkle in her eye as she shot me a glance.
Deciding to push it further, I questioned her. “You got ‘pretty crazy’ back in your 20s?”
As if she was anticipating my question, she almost shouted an emphatic “Oh yeah!” back at me.
I had seen pictures of her from when she was my age and, if she was beautiful today, she was stunning back then. Her small tits were perkier, her huge ass was toner, her wrinkles were gone, but that sexy, tempting smile was still there. It made me tremble to imagine the girl in those photos full of cock, her legs wrapped around every guy in town as she screamed for them to “blow your load inside me!”
She must have noticed my tremble and guessed the reason because she shifted once more, showing off more of her thighs and the obvious damp spot on her panties.
/Oh my fucking god, she’s getting turned on/, I thought.
My cock felt like it was going to burst. Never before in my life had I felt an erection like this one. It was tenting up my sweatpants now for all the world to see, but at this point I wanted her to see. I knew she liked looking at it.
She bit her bottom lip and squirmed in her seat. I spread my legs a little more, so she could see the outline of my whole package through the thin fabric of my pants.
I decided now was the time to really turn up the heat. “So.. how long is it going to be before Brian gets back?”
I saw her eyes flash.
“Well, tonight he has to stay a little longer because they’re finishing up a large project.” She had trouble saying some of the words because she was out of breath. I could see her beautiful chest rising and falling quicker than usual.
I decided I had to go for it now; it was obvious what both of us needed.
I stood up off the couch and quickly leaned down to kiss her. Her lips met mine as she leaned forward too.
They were so soft, I suck on them and her kissing became more frantic. She wrapped her arms around my neck, grabbing my head and pushing it into hers. I wrapped one arm around her neck, but I slipped my left arm down into her robe and placed my hand over her hot pussy. I immediately felt how wet and ready she was. I pushed the fabric aside and was about to stick my fingers all the way inside of her but I caught myself. I wanted to be the best lover she had ever known.
I started teasing her pussy, circling the tips of my fingers around the edge of her hole while I continued to make out with her.
“Oh… oh!” she moaned. I thrust forward and ground my raging cock against her clitoris, and her moans got even louder.
“Oh my god! Holy fuck!” she gasped into my ear. I felt my sweatpants getting wet with her pussy juice and my precum, and my cock begged to be thrust inside her, but I resisted.
Reaching down, now with my right hand, I undid her robe all the way and spread it open. There they were. Unimpeded by even a wet tanktop: her beautiful, brown, flat tits. My brain stopped working and I immediately smashed my face into her boobs, sucking as hard as I could on her warm brown nipples. I lost control. I started ramming my fingers into her pussy, sucking on her tits, and groping her fleshy ass with my other hand while she writhed around under me in ecstacy.
She gasped once again in my ear: “Use me! Use my body to make yourself cum!”
Hearing these words triggered something primal within me, something that begged to fuck the daylights out of her soft, perfect body and fill it up with my sperm over and over again until she had my baby.
I tore my pants off and jumped back onto her, positioning the swollen head of my cock right at the entrance of her pussy. I felt her lips draped over the tip of my cock, and I shuddered, then I began to push forward. Years of being a slut had left her pussy loose and easy to enter, and I relished that. I wanted to fuck this slut, and I imagined her fucking a hundred men before me, all stretching out her pussy so that I could slide right in and fuck her better than any of them.
I was engulfed in her pussy now. The slick wet walls of the inside of her body were now wrapped around my cock. I was over her, and on her, and inside her all at the same time.
I began thrusting, and she began screaming even louder now. I was sure that Jenica couldn’t sleep through this, but at this point I couldn’t care. In fact, I wanted her to rush up the stairs to find me sliding in and out of her mom’s slippery cunt. I wanted her to watch the cock that had been inside her countless times enter her mother.
I kept pounding away, each slap of our bodies against each other spreading her pussy juice around more and more. We were a flurry of sex, two mouths, four hands, a penis and a pussy around writhing in time to a perfect song. Sex had never felt like this with Jenica. This sex was perfection. Inside of Rain’s body was where I was meant to be.
I felt her pussy contract around my cock as she screamed again. Not a minute later, it happened again, and then twenty seconds later, again. Her vagina was twisting and curling around the length of my cock as she gyrated. It was heavenly, unlike anything her daughter had ever been able to do.
She lifted her shaking legs and screamed “It’s never felt this good before!” Her pussy got tighter and started squeezing my cock, milking it for all it was worth. I couldn’t take it much longer.
“I’m going to cum!” I exclaimed.
To my amazement, she wrapped her legs around me, holding me inside her.
“Fill me up with your sperm! I want you to give me your baby!” I could tell she was delirious with pleasure, but I couldn’t think straight either. She had just wrapped her perfect legs around me, clamped me down into her pussy just as I had imagined literally thousands of times, and was forcing me to impregnate her. I lost it.
My thrusts became thrashes, desperately trying to orgasm so I could fill that wonderful, hot, wet, gorgeous pussy up as fast as I could, like it was my entire life’s goal.
I felt a tightening in my groin and I knew I had reached the point of no return. I thrusted into her harder than I ever had before, my cock shooting the thickest ropes of cum I have ever felt in her hungry cunt.
I’m normally not very vocal during sex but this orgasm made me roar. I felt as though I was shooting my entire soul into this woman’s body, like I was cumming all of my energy all at once into her waiting uterus.
My arms clasped around her, pressing our bodies together as hard as I could like I would never have to leave this position, like I would never have to pull out and this moment could last eternity.
My orgasm lasted a full minute, it seemed. The whole time my cock was pumping more and more cum into her, to the point I was sure her pussy was going to overflow.
At last, it ended, me still clutching to her precious body, pressing it to my own. I was spent.
Our breathing slowed and I kissed her passionately but softly. I couldn’t fathom pulling away from her body, not after a life-changing experience like that. I couldn’t bear to ever leave her after our bodies had been so in sync, so perfectly in tune.
“Oh Sean… that was incredible…” she whimpered in my ear. Her fingernails dug into my back as another wave of pleasure washed over her. I felt this wave of pleasure when it reached her pussy, making it spasm around my cock.
I relaxed down beside her and we lied there for minutes, perhaps even half an hour, enjoying the afterglow and the occasional sudden jolt of warm pleasure.
“I never want to leave”, I confessed.
“Me neither”, she replied, faintly.
After a minute, she said: “I’ve been wanting you for so long.”
My heart surged after hearing those words, and I kissed her, harder and more passionately than before. We held this kiss for ages, so deep in desire and the moment that neither of us could break the kiss.
Until Rain acknowledged what we both knew was true.
“Brian’s going to be home soon, I need to take a shower before he gets here…”
I lifted my dreary eyes to the clock.
“7:25” it read.
I regretted that we had to stop, but it was for the best that she get cleaned up. Brian was a very jealous man.
I was the first to stand up, my body still weak from exhaustion. Then Rain stood up, visibly even weaker than I. We hugged and kissed one last time before she went off to the shower, savoring the feeling of our naked bodies pressing together, because who knew how long it would be before we could feel that again.
As she finally began walking away, I gave her soft, luscious ass a playful smack and squeeze, causing her to turn her head back gleefully.
“Are you wanting to join me?”
End
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Luscious Hills Dairy [Hucow] [Noncon] [Blowjob]
**Content disclaimer: the main character starts her hucow induction in this story unwillingly, in a dystopian nightmare of a future very much inspired by a recent American judicial decision…**
Medical and farm play, needles, bondage, blowjobs, deepthroat, dehumanization, and teasing/denial play big parts in this story.
If you like this kind of stuff, check out my other stories!
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Luscious Hills – what an obnoxious fucking name for an obnoxious fucking place. I can’t believe that life has led me here, locked in a pillory with another bar under my hips and a spreader bar keeping my legs apart, my ass just a bit higher than my head so that my pussy is easy to access. Fucking degrading is what it is, and when I get out of this mess I’m going to make my ex-husband regret being born.
I wasn’t really paying attention when the New Debtor Laws were passed. That was something for poor people to worry about, and all the media fuss over “cruel and unusual punishments” or how “we’re all living in some bizarre dystopian capitalist nightmare” was just downright annoying. I read the news to find out how Kim K is going to be celebrating her sixtieth, not to get depressed by some dried up old lawyer complaining about civil rights and how this would disproportionately affect women.
Taking On A New Role – Fiction
This is a long read, but I hope you will enjoy.
My wife and I have been in the lifestyle for many years which is why this story was such a surprise, when I found it out. We have been in the lifestyle for years and have played separately and together, but always knew what the other was doing.
She is a very smart and accomplished woman. After I started flying for the airlines, she got an offer to become a CISO, that was just too good to pass up. The only drawback was that she was going to have to move to Charlotte. She deserved the opportunity and after patiently waiting for me to move back to the Northeast, it would only be fair to support her, as well.
Flying gave me more flexibility to travel to her and I tried to go to Charlotte once a month. It was on one of these visits that I noticed a bruise mark on her ass that could have only been made with a paddle or some sort of BDSM spanker. She of course just said she must have run into the edge of a table or something. My curiosity was piqued but I had to get back home.
Dominated By Another Man While my Husband Watched!
We were done. Not relationship done, just done with decisions. Between work and moving and remodeling our new house, we were both just mentally drained. I wanted him, my husband, to fuck me. And he wanted me to fuck him. But neither of us wanted to have to do anything. We were just tired, so we did what companies do when they need something done but don’t want to do it; we outsourced the fucking.
I don’t even remember who brought it up, but I remember updating my long-forgotten Tinder profile. That night we had a match. His name was Ryan. And he looked just as delicious in person as in his online photos. Six-foot-three, tanned, toned but not overly muscular. In shape for sure. Smooth skin, well groomed, perfect blondish brown hair, 31 years old, and just the right amount of stubble to tickle my thighs. We chatted online that night, first just Ryan and I, and when we concluded that he just may be the one, we exchanged numbers and had a three-way texting session. The next night we met for drinks near his house. Drinks didn’t last long. But the fucking did.
New Friends (MFMF)
“Why are you taking a shower? We’re about to get in the hot tub.”
You reply, “I have to be clean when they get here. It’s been so long, I want to look my best!”
As always, you’re right. Maybe I should join you… We do have an hour before they arrive! I check the kabobs to make sure they are marinated well, then check the cooler to make sure it is filled and cold. Everything’s perfect. I hear the shower start, and figure I’ll give you a minute, then join you. I pour a glass of white wine for us to share, and come to the bathroom just in time to see your leg disappear into the shower. Very enticing!
I remove my clothes and slide the shower door open. I watch for a second as the water cascades over your body. Your eyes are closed as you enjoy the jets of water pulsating into your scalp, massaging your head. The river of water rolling down your hair and onto your chest, around your breasts, and over your abdomen. The water then gently rolls over your pelvis and down the inside of your legs. Oh, how I would love to be a drop of water right now, sliding across your skin. Feeling each inch as I cascade down your body…