Scott and I are timeshare owners and decided to take time off during the Easter week break to spend a week at the Orange Tree Resort, play golf, party at night and keep me well fucked and full of cum. After checking into the resort and getting unpacked, we changed clothes and went to dinner at Café Monarch in Scottsdale. We went to a quiet restaurant and requested a booth toward the back where we were secluded from prying eyes. Within a few minutes, our guest arrived and sat down next to me, with my husband sitting across from us. I was wearing a black skirt that went down to mid-thigh, but it was what’s underneath that set the situation going. As usual I was wearing thigh high stockings and no underwear. I had recently shaved, giving my legs and my pussy a silky smoothness. We first ordered drinks to help free us from our inhibitions and make our new guest more relaxed.
During this time, we were talking and getting to know each other, and that is when our guest started massaging my knees. We continued talking, but my mind continued to think about what would happen later that evening. Our guest continued to inch his way up my skirt, making me wetter in anticipation. He took his finger and rubbed the outline of my stockings and began stroking my inner thigh. Almost reflexively, my legs spread, allowing him to proceed upwards. Within seconds, he was fingering my pussy; stroking hand massaging the folds of my silky labia. I nearly had an orgasm, so I took a deep breath and another small sip of my wine. Before we knew it, our food arrived. We ate our meal hurriedly so we could get to the main course.
The drive to our room was uneventful, though it seemed to take forever while my mind was thinking about the pleasure I would soon be feeling. We arrived, and we walked to our condo, my hands fumbling with the key-card at the door. The door opened, and as soon as it closed behind us, it all began. Our guest quickly started kissing my neck and raising his hand up my skirt. Scott got out his camera and took a seat on the couch. My eyes were rolled back as waves of pleasure hit me. My husband started snapping photos of my face and the hand of our guest, which had found its way into the folds of my pussy once again. I dropped to my knees and unfastened his zipper; his penis was now bulging through his underwear. I removed his penis from his pants and started licking the shaft. My tongue trailed downward where I licked his balls lightly at first, and then added a little more pressure as I became hotter.
Both Scott and our guest removed their shirts. I now placed the tip of his penis in my mouth. My mouth slid down his shaft faster and faster. I could taste his pre-cum in my mouth, I knew I needed him! I needed to feel him deep inside of me. A little more sucking, and before I knew it, we were all undressed. Our guest laid me on the bed, while my head was spinning, probably from both the excitement and the alcohol I consumed. His body was now pressed close to mind, I felt almost trapped, because I could not move very much. He looked deep into my eyes and pressed his lips to mine. He then proceeded to kiss my face and trailed his kisses down my neck to my breast. His tongue drew circles around my nipples, and his gentle biting and sucking drove waves of pleasure through my body. I could hardly see my husband taking photos of us from different angles. I was so lost in the moment!
Our guest now lowered his head down my stomach, kissing every few inches, until his head rested between my legs over my clit. I uttered very few words, but my moaning led him to pursue his goal and push his tongue deep inside my slit. Slowly at first, and then with increasing pressure: his tongue slid up and down, once in a while, circling my clit and then finally pushing into my pussy. The warm, probing sensation caused my abdomen to quiver and my clit starting to throb. He sensed this and slowly began kissing upward, along my stomach and past my breasts. I felt his penis pushing and sliding at the folds of my pussy until it found the entrance. As warm and excited that I already was, it was hard to believe how tight it felt when he began pushing his mushroom shaped head inside. I felt a little pain, which showed on my face. He peered into my eyes and lowered his mouth to my ear telling me to relax, and that everything would be all right. His hips began gyrating, back and forth until I loosened up.
Out of the corner of my eye, I could still see Scott and the flash of his camera. I then returned my gaze to the eyes of our guest. He continued his pushing until I finally gave
way, feeling his penis fill my inside channel. The warmth and the pressure nearly led me to have my first orgasm; but again, he whispered for me to relax. He continued his thrusting, occasionally pressing a little harder when he felt my cervix; all the while kissing me passionately all over my face. His breathing then became faster and shallow, and I knew he was about to cum. I then pulled him close and whispered to him that it was okay; I always fucked bareback. I wanted him to fill me with his cum. He pulled his penis almost all the way out, and then pushed it back deep inside.
My muscles began quivering and I yelled out, “OH Yes! Fuck me, fill me! I want to you to fill me, OH God don’t stop!”
He didn’t stop. I felt his body tense up and then a big, warm load of cum flooding deep inside of my pussy. Then another load and another! Almost simultaneously, I had a major orgasm, pulling him close, quivering and allowing his cum to fill me. When we both finished our climax, we kissed each other and he pulled out of me, leaving me with the feeling of emptiness. My husband then lay down on the bed beside me. I began licking his penis, but I could hardly wait to have the feeling of a penis back inside me. Scott, by now, was so turned on, that I could already feel him getting close to having an orgasm. I lowered myself on him, his penis sliding into me quickly with the aid of our guest’s load of cum. I kissed him passionately, occasionally looking into his eyes seeing how much he loved me and was turned on by me. I whispered into his ear that I wanted to feel him cum inside me too. I then began kissing him deeply and riding his faster.
The feeling of cumming inside me again after I just received a huge load of cum from another man drives him crazy. Just then, I felt him cum inside me. Wave after wave of pleasure hit my body as I felt his warmth fill me (while our guest sat and watched). My legs were so weak after such intense pleasures, that it took a while to get off of my husband. Cum slowly dripped out of my pussy as I fell back on the bed nearly exhausted from the fucking I just received. We then got up, cleaned ourselves off, exchanged phone numbers with our guest, and went our separate ways; each of us thinking about when the next encounter would be.
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The next morning, we had a 9:00 A.M. owner-update meeting in the conference room with a breakfast. This certainly wasn’t a swinging group ‒ mostly professionals and their timid, pretentious wives, plus the resort sale staff. People were underdressed and really casual; at least I thought so, for I felt oddly uncomfortable being the only woman wearing a short-short sundress with a bare back and a plunging halter top. I did notice that the men paid more attention to me… refreshing my coffee every chance they got.
“Where is the bathroom, I asked the handsome sales agent that was sitting with us?” The tall, very attractive man of 30 took my arm and guided to me to the bathrooms”.
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He was waiting for me when I exited the bathroom, asked if I’d seen the clubhouse and resort yet, and very warmly took my arm again as we toured his sales office, and the new condo and bedroom on the second floor with a new Jacuzzi tub.
“My mind at that moment ‒ recalling my many fantasies ‒ and feeling very attracted to the man, created a sudden rush of arousal… as I imagined being kissed and seduced by him
as the update meeting continued downstairs”. “Oh stop it I thought”… he is too much a conservative gentleman to ever consider such a thing, plus he has a wedding band.
Standing at the upstairs window, admiring the patio garden… I suddenly felt the man’s body behind me, lightly pressing against me, as his hands held my bare shoulders. He didn’t say anything as we stood there, both of us frozen in place, but obviously his mind was as actively aroused as mine as he let his hands slip around my waist and warmly pulled me closer against him, pressing his bulging trousers in my ass.
“We better go downstairs before someone misses us!” I said, and then without thinking what I was saying, I commented, “If I have another cup of coffee, I’ll have to use the bathroom again”.
“I hope you will, and I hope you know how attracted I am to you!” he said, as he embraced me again and kissed my bare shoulder.
He quickly got me another coffee as we headed outside, winking at me to let him know when I needed to use the bathroom again.
Right then I decided, “I’m not going to miss this opportunity, even if it’s dangerous and short-lived, and I’m going to coax him until he can’t wait a second longer. I walked over to where he was standing, winked subtly at him, and slipped back into the condo model and headed upstairs to the master bathroom. A few minutes later, he lightly knocked on the bathroom door and slipped inside, locking the door behind him. Instantly he pulled me towards him, kissing me hard and passionately, whispering that we only had 15 minutes before our absence would be noticed.
“Your body is so sexy, so tight and soft! Please, promise me something, he said, “You’ll give me an opportunity in the near future to spend hours with you!”
Those 15 minutes were the most intense of my week. He slipped my thong off, untied my dress, and hurriedly dropped his pants to the floor, revealing an incredibly huge and thick cock that caught me totally by surprise. Was I ever wrong about him; conservative and professional by image, but a monster cock in private?
He sat on the toilet seat, pulling me toward him as I straddled his lap, grabbed me hard by my butt cheeks and rammed his HUGE cock into my ultra-sensitive pussy, bouncing me up and down as his cock plowed deep inside of me and stroked my clit and g-spot to perfection. His thickness, spreading me painfully open, was intoxicatingly pleasurable as he filled my narrow pussy to overflowing, sliding it in and out as he bounced me on his cock. My juices were gushing and slurping as he squeezed tightly and deeply into my tight pussy, and my swollen clit so energized and sensitive that I could barely contain myself from screaming.
His kisses were hot and smothering, his hands twisted and squeezed my sensitive nipples, and I could feel every centimeter of his pulsing, fat, hard cock as he rotated it around my tight pussy, pleasured my clit as no one has ever done, and gave me one of the best “fuckings of my life”.
He was like a man possessed by pent-up desires, knowing we only had a few minutes, and wanting to make the most of this fortuitous, but dangerous opportunity. It was truly more than I ever expected out of this vacation as a flood of multiple orgasms came over me, begging him to hurry and cum inside of me before we were discovered. I was in such a vulnerable position, my legs spread apart as I straddled him, his cock so deeply buried inside of me, and his hands spreading my butt cheeks as he grinded and kept me pinned on his huge cock. The huge head of his penis pounded against my cervix, trying to inch inside it.
I felt the rush of his hot, milky cum so deep, so hot inside of me as he muffled his moans and pulled me down hard on his engorged cock, pounding and ramming against my tender cervix wall. He slowly lifted me off his cock and the void I felt as he exited only made me realize how HUGE his cock had been. As my pussy dripped with his cum and felt strangely empty after his intense assault into my deepest recesses, I tried to regain my composure Hurrying to get dressed, my legs rubbery, his cum dripping into my soaked thong, and my flushness so obviously apparent, I ushered him out of the bathroom as I waited several minutes before exiting.
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As I sat on the edge of the bathtub, my mind wandered as the ache deep inside of my gooey pussy quivered and pulsated, sore, rubbed raw, my nipples aching from his squeezing and twisting, and the aroma of his cologne covering my body. I felt so wicked, so violated, yet so happy that I allowed it to happen. But, the memory, the sensation of exhilaration, the daring, and the orgasmic fatigue I had experienced buoyed my spirits and I confidently exited the bathroom and returned downstairs to join Scott in the sales office.
“What a great sales update! I told my husband. I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did!”
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I raised my head slightly from the pillow, my eyes centered, as were my partner’s on our point of union, the point at which his long, thick cock was thrusting into my pussy. Now this lean, muscular man from Michigan was beginning to moan that he was going to cum inside me. His head bent back and his eyes rolled upward as he began to growl and fuck me even harder than before. I thought I could feel the throbbing of his cock as he shot several loads into me. I licked my lips with excitement as I stared at the muscular body, balanced, cradled, pumping between my spread thighs. His orgasm seemed to go on for close to two or three minutes before his body began to relax on top of mine. It was surprising to me, because this was his second. I’d given him a blow job and sucked his first load into my mouth behind a cabana near the pool less than a half hour earlier.
“Roll over,” I said, “But don’t pull out of me. I want to cum too, and my husband wants to watch!”
We rolled over in the bed, and from my position on top of him with his cock still hard inside me, I tightened my vaginal muscles and ground my clit against the base of his cock. He reached for my huge tits, swinging in front of his face, and rubbed the left one with both hands while he sucked on my erect nipple. In a moment or two, I had an orgasm I wanted.
“Oh, fuck! Oh, cum. Ohhhhh! Oh, God, I’m cumming!”
The waves of my orgasm seemed to envelope my entire body. Then I lay still on top of him, my 36DD breasts mashed against his hairy chest, my vaginal muscles milky every last drop of semen from his shrinking cock, his cum oozing out of my satiated pussy.
At five-three and 122 lbs., I know I’m attractive to men. I have long blonde hair brushed away from my face which a guy once described as terminally cute, hazel eyes, and what my hubby says is an electric smile. Those are the obvious features. After our owner’s update meeting and breakfast, I’d changed into a tiny bikini and headed for the pool. The bikini bottom was cut high on the hips with little more than a thong up the back, exposing most of my round ass to everyone’s view. I’d had my pussy waxed free of hairs that might have shown at the crotch. The tit pouches of the bikini were adjusted to show off my perfect 36DD breasts. I was showing off the parts of my body I felt were most attractive to men. Scott followed me down to the pool but sat in a lounge chair on the opposite side.
I rubbed some tanning lotion on my body and legs. It excited me to think of the surprise some new lover would bring to my husband and my pussy. My nipples became erect from the thought. As I looked around, sizing up the other women around the pool, I realized I had the best tits around. I caught my husband’s eyes as he looked over the book he was reading and smiled coyly. As I sat there by myself, a slender, tall muscular man detached himself from a group of young men nearby and walked toward me. As he approached, I could see the bulge in the crotch of his French-style bathing suit. I wondered if his cock were hard from looking as so many sets of tits and round asses at the pool, and how long it might be. I found him attractive, in an earthy animal way, and wondered what it would be like to fuck him. I’m now 49 years old (but look 39) and he was around his mid-thirties.
He introduced himself as Paul, an engineer from Michigan, who was in town for a seminar. I could see that his eyes were alternately on my face and my huge tits as he spoke. I felt my nipples get even more erect; I could feel a mild pulse in the right one. He invited me to join him at a cabana down the way for a drink. After brief consideration and more conversation, I agreed. I felt amazingly excited, walking along the pool deck with a handsome and muscular man, whose crotch was bulging, while I could feel my tits bounce with each step I took. I tipped my sunglasses at Scott as I strutted away, giving him the signal that I had been picked up. I realized my crotch was getting wet from the excitement, and hoped it wouldn’t soak through my bikini bottom which was a transparent white.
At his cabana, he poured a rum drink for me from the iced pitcher and then one for himself. He toasted to my sexy beauty, we drank, and he put his glass on the table. With no warning, he reached out and stroked my tits, running one hand over both. To my surprise, I stood in my tracks and, willingly began to smile. Encouraged by my response, he continued to rub them, now one in each hand, and roll my erect nipples between his thumbs and forefingers through my top.
“We’re by ourselves, here, ” he said softly.
“But I’m a married woman, and my husband is over there!” pointing in Scott’s direction.
“Well, since he hasn’t run over and hit me, I assume he likes to watch!”
“Yes he does! And sometimes he likes to participate.”
I put down my drink and reached for his crotch, rubbing his hard cock through his bathing suit. I pulled him around behind the cabana. Then without hesitation, I pulled down his bathing suit and freed his long cock. It bobbed up in front of me, more than eight inches of slender, hard meat. At first I had thought to try and be as forward as him, to see what he would do, but as I looked down at his magnificent rod, I knew that I was going to fuck this man. I sank to my knees on the grass behind the cabana and stroked it with one hand, caressing the purple and bulging cock head then sliding my lips over it. I began to suck gently on it and felt his hand move behind my head, holding it in position, as he began to thrust with his hips, taking control of the blow job, fucking my mouth, fucking my face.
“That’s good!” he said. “Your mouth feels very good around my cock. Let me fuck your face for a few minutes, then I’ll sit down and you can suck me until I cum. Later, we’ll go to your room in the hotel and I’ll fuck your pussy several times for your husband, okay? Would you like that?”
I hummed a, “Um, hum, ” positive answer as the thickening cock continued to fuck my mouth.
I was thrilled by the length of his cock and could imagine how it would feel deep in my pussy. I kept my hand wrapped around the base of it to keep him from putting too much of it down my throat. After a few minutes of face fucking, he released his hand from my head and took his cock from my mouth.
“Over here please!” he said, as he sat in a folding chair on the sand.
I moved to the chair and continued the blow job, my hand stroking his balls and my lips sucking and sliding across the head and the first three or four inches of his cock. Soon it was throbbing and spurting its load of cum into my mouth. It was a large load and a long cum; I had to swallow four times. My companion, his orgasm finished, smiled at me as I stroked and kissed his now-softening cock.
“You’re a swallower. You swallowed every drop of my cum. That’s good. Only the most sexually exciting women swallow a man’s cum.””I like it!” I said. “I like the taste of cum. It seems to make me want to fuck more. Let’s go up to my room now. I want to feel your cock inside me. I want to cum, too!”
Now I had cum, here in the privacy of my hotel room with my voyeur hubby watching. I rolled off him, feeling his softening cock slide out of my pussy, thinking about the next position in which we might fuck. Missionary was good for a first fuck, but we could be more creative.
He positioned himself above me, his limp cock dangling above my face, and buried his face between my thighs. Even before I could start sucking, he began to lick the mixture of his cum and my pussy juices from between my pussy lips. Then he began stroking my clit shaft with his tongue. It created a wonderful, tingling sensation in my hips. I realized I might cum again, soon. I licked his cock head then began sucking on it steadily. As he began to harden, his hips began to move in a fucking motion, again. I enjoyed having my face fucked and relaxed, letting him pump his hardening meat into my mouth, running my tongue around it as it entered and left and re-entered my mouth. I tightened my vaginal muscles and began to cum as he licked me. Now he was fully hard and I was orgasmic. I pulled away from him, sliding to the side and out from underneath him.
“Fuck me again. Stick it in me from behind. Hang onto my hips and get it as deep into me as you can. And fuck me hard; I’m already cumming.”
I knelt on the bed, my hands on either side of a big pillow, as he positioned himself behind me. I felt the head of his cock between my pussy lips, and then with a single thrust, he buried all eight inches of thick meat in the warm wetness of my pussy. My orgasm, which was well underway from the pussy licking, swept me away. He was giving me long, fast, deep strokes. I reached back and began fingering my clit. I could feel my tits swaying with the thrusts, my nipples brushing the pillow. I wondered how long it could last. In the positions that were to come, the session lasted a long time. He’d been fucking me, hard and deeply, for more than fifteen minutes when I decided I’d like a different position.
“Let’s switch, ” I said. “I’ll lie at the edge of the bed with my legs over the side. You put your feet on the floor and lean over me, brace yourself on the bed with your hands.”
He pulled his cock out of my pussy and I slid to the side of the bed, my pussy at the edge of the mattress. This position would stress my tummy muscles even more and the orgasm I’d been enjoying would be even more intense. Then he was in me again, this time fucking me with a slow, steady stroke, but as deeply as before. And he was able to lean forward and suck my nipples again, first one, then the other, and kiss my tits. The orgasm was even more intense than I had expected. I could feel my pussy going into spasms. It had happened to me only a few times before, mostly with Scott or my long-time fuck-buddies. The contractions in my pussy made it even tighter around his cock. As much as he tried to hold back, to delay cumming for a third time inside me, he couldn’t contain it. He came again, waves of beautifully agonizing spasms seizing his cock as both of us bent our heads to look at our fuck.
It was too extreme. He had to pull it out of me. As he flopped down on the bed beside me, I was in a frenzy. I grabbed the still hard rod and began sucking on it. He screamed as he went back into orgasm again but he didn’t pull away, continuing to cum in my mouth for a full minute before I stopped and turned to lie beside him.
“You are a great fuck!” I said. “I think I’m really going to enjoy this vacation.”
It was three hours later before Scott and I dressed to leave our room. I’d fucked my new friend four more times. I lost track of my orgasms. We’d fucked in every position I knew, some of which were new to Paul. We’d fucked in missionary, rear entry, edge of the bed, sitting in a chair with me straddling him, in the same position on the edge of the bath tub, standing face to face against the bathroom door frame, standing from behind with me bracing myself against the bathroom sink, with me sitting on his cock as he lay in the bed facing first toward my hubby, then toward Paul’s head, lying on our sides and with him holding me, my legs wrapped around him, as he walked around the room in front of Scott with me impaled on his erection. A dozen positions, my full repertoire. I kissed him and said maybe I’d see him later.
Scott and I showered together, fucked in the shower, dressed, and headed for the dining room at the resort.
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After dinner, Scott and I drove to a house in Paradise Valley owned by a man we had corresponded with on the internet. “Would you like a tour of the house?” Peter asked, as Scott remained sitting on the sofa with his drink.
As we headed up the stairs to the second floor, I could sense the Peter’s eyes on me and I wished right then I hadn’t been wearing any panties, for it would have been fun to see his reaction. Nothing was said, but there was profound sense of attraction between us, as we stared into each other’s eyes and walked between the rooms, finally entering the master bedroom with a huge king sized bed. I felt his hands on my shoulders as he pointed out the pool from the bedroom window and I leaned back against him, feeling his hands wrap around my waist and pull me closer to him. He was so handsome, and I could feel his hot breath on my neck, his erection pressing against me, and his fingers casually dancing along my waist and lower back.
I heard him whisper to me: “Do you feel as aroused as I do right now, Donna? Your photos don’t do your body justice. You are so beautiful!”
“YES, and I am quickly losing my will power, for the feel of your hands on my body is driving me crazy”.
With that honest comment, he pulled me even harder against his erection, pressing me against the bedroom window, and unzipped the back of my sundress, sliding the straps off my shoulders as my dress fell to the floor. His hands went right to my nipples as he kissed the back of my neck, continuing to pin me against the window as he moved his hard erection along the crack of my butt. I still hadn’t kissed him, dying to turn around and feel his body and hands all over me, but he already had me beyond arousal, feeling my panties growing wet and sticky as he squeezed and pinched my sensitive nipples. Down he pulled my panties as his hand slid up my legs, opening them wider as he found my swollen clit and began to work magic on it, making me moan and gyrate my hips as he pleasured me so skillfully.
Momentarily I felt his hands and body pull away, and then the feel of a naked man come up against me, as he turned my head and kissed me long and passionately, sliding his cock between my legs. It was Scott, as he held me around the waist and slid his cock long and fast along my wetness, twisting my head to kiss him and feel his probing tongue. Scott pulled be away from the window as I felt Peter begin to suck and nibble on my nipples, slowly lowering his hot mouth down my stomach until he found my swollen clit and began to suck and tongue it to perfection.
“Put your hands on the end of the bed and grab on tight!” I heard them say.
Peter, positioning himself on the floor as he continued to suck and press tantalizingly against my clit, opened my pussy lips with his fingers just as Scott rammed his cock inside of me and they began the most overpowering and sensual love-making I’ve ever experienced, making me orgasm with an intensity that rocked me from my toes to the top of my head. They took turns with me, each taking a turn sucking my clit as the other fucked me from behind, and then announced that there was just enough time for “one more explosive fucking with a double vaginal” as they both exploded inside of me and filled my pussy to overflowing.
Peter, handing me my dress, as we heard the clock chime 11PM, took my panties and soaked them by rubbing them over my pussy, slipping them inside his pocket and telling me he wanted to fantasy about me later while smelling the aroma of our sexual passion.
The phone suddenly started to ring, as Peter went to answer it. “No problem honey, we’re still watching the ballgame, so we’ll see you when you get back”.
“That was my wife”, he said, “Her friends are heading for drinks downtown and won’t be back until later.”
My mind was already on fire, barely able to contain my enthusiasm over having more time alone with them, and they definitely had plans already for me as we hurried back upstairs. Peter wasted no time in removing my dress and laying me down on the bed where I began to suck Scott’s cock.
“On your knees and open your legs wide,” he commanded. One finger, then two, then, three. “My are you wet and more pliable now,” as he pushed four fingers inside of me and began twisting and stroking my pussy with his hand.
“I like that! It feels so full and rubs my clit just right! Don’t stop! Make me cum with your hand!”
Damn it was hard to concentrate! Scott’s cock in my mouth while he was squeezing and twisting my nipples, Peter working magic on my clit and pussy, and I was moaning and feeling an orgasm building, when Peter started tonguing my ass hole, sending quivers throughout my body.
“Get on top of Scott, straddle his cock and stay on your knees!” Peter commanded again.
Scott slipped inside me with ease as I ground my pussy hard over his cock, wanting to regain that feeling of fullness and depth. Peter, grabbing me by my hips, told Scott to slide his cock just to my pussy opening as Peter pushed his cock alongside of Scott’s, and together they pushed until both were inside of my pussy. With a simultaneous push, they forced both their cocks inside of me and began a fucking of extreme proportions, stretching and pounding me from every centimeter, as they rocked and stroked deeper into my shallow depths.
Peter kept his finger in my asshole, intensifying the sensation, while Scott had his hand on my clit the entire time, driving me mad with desires and pleasures as together they worked
in unison on me.
“Hurry I told them, I can’t wait any longer! I’m going to orgasm again!”
Nothing in a woman’s life can prepare you for that experience. Two men, intent on making me scream and orgasm, violating every inch of my pussy, as they fucked me so completely that I lost all touch of reality and let them consume me until I was so sore and fatigued that they could have done anything to me thereafter. I lay there afterwards, feeling my pussy quivering and sore, my juices and their cum dripping from my orifice, and smelling the delightful, intoxicating aroma of sex covering the bed.
They helped me get dressed again, my legs shaking and quivering as I tried to stand, my nipples tender and swollen, and a stickiness between my legs that kept dripping down my legs, reminding me of how many times they had made love to me that night.
After breakfast the next day, we waited at the resort for another contact we had made for this week. When he arrived, Scott greeted him at the door. I was dressed in a short sun dress, with no bra of course, and I decided to forgo the panties also. Keith sat on the couch near me and we started with some small talk. I could feel myself starting to get that tingling feeling in my crotch, so I shifted my legs to the side on the couch. My dress must have rode up a bit, because as we were talking, he would look down towards my crotch and smile. I think at this point he knew that my pussy lips were completely shaved. We wasted no time and headed for the bedroom. He immediately started to undress, exposing his large, already hardening cock. It was big, but I was ready to take him on. He slipped my sun dress off and ran his hands all over me.
I could hear Scott behind us fumbling with the video camera, so I started to stroke his cock with my hand. As it got even harder, I had to see if I could get it in my mouth and how far! I slid my tongue around it and slowly wrapped my lips over his head. He moaned softly as I sucked him with my mouth. I could feel my lips stretching, and just the thought of his size made my pussy ooze a trickle of cum down the inside of my leg. He must have sensed this, because within a few seconds of my thought, he was pushing me down onto the bed on my back. It was my turn, and as I lay on the bed, he fondled me with one finger, then another. He continued until I let out my first audible moan, then he slowly slid down my body and devoured my pussy with his huge tongue, lashing it then sucking my labia. I was really letting out some moans now.
As I reached my first orgasm, my whole body started to shake. I had to have another try at that cock of his. This time I started a little faster, and he stiffened immediately. I tried to take him deep and he closed off my throat just as he hit my gag reflex. I knew that there was no way I was going to take him all the way to his balls! I reached down and wrapped my hand around his cock, and I swear I felt it growing even more. Once again we switched, and he was again giving my clit a tongue lashing. I could actually feel my clit getting engorged, and shortly thereafter, I had another orgasm. WOW! He could tell I was ready to be fucked, so he started to work his way up my body with little kisses until I felt his huge cock nudge at my pussy lips. I was so wet with anticipation the head of his cock started its journey into my pussy to my surprise without much resistance.
Keith took notice of this and started to pull out. Just as I felt my pussy start to spasm, he drove his monstrous cock inside me to his balls. I let out a loud scream as his cock touched places inside me that few had ever touched before. My shaved pussy lips opened up to receive him with little resistance after the first few strokes. He was so hard and so deep I screamed with pleasure time after time. He pumped and pumped until I was feeling an orgasm building inside of me that I have never felt before. It was coming from so deep in my pussy and building so fast that it took my breath away as I tried to scream out. I thought the first two orgasms were great, but this one was indescribable climax.
As it subsided, Keith was already changing positions, He lay next to me and asked me “Sit on my face, I want to suck those juices out of you.”
So I gathered my senses and positioned my clit directly on his tongue. I reached down and spread my lips to give him easy access. He rewarded me for my help by lapping up all of my hot juices, and then he drove his tongue deep into me. I had never been tongue fucked before where I could actually feel a tongue penetrating my inner pussy. It was amazing! The thoughts going through my mind were sending me towards another orgasm. I remember thinking, “My God, how many orgasms is he going to give me before he reaches
his.
As I returned, I heard him say, “Cum all over my face, c’mon. Squirt all over me!”
Then he parted my lips and fucked me more with his tongue. I squirmed and writhed in pleasure as my pearly juices trickled onto his tongue and over his face. That must have really excited him, because he flipped me over and began to pound me even harder than the first time, and my pussy just exploded all over his cock as I reached yet another orgasm. He slowed his onslaught of my love canal to a slow smooth half stroke. I could sense he was close to cumming himself! I started to feel that familiar feeling again starting to build and he began to pick up the pace. I pulled my legs back as far as I could to give him total access to my dripping hole. He pulled his glorious cock back until I could feel the head just beginning to leave me and then he gave it all to me. He went so deep he slammed my cervix and I let out a scream, half pleasure, half pain. He must have felt my pussy contract, because he started pounding me like he had a jack hammer mounted to his ass.
His big cock pulled my pink pussy lips apart as he drove deep into me. My love juices were exploding again, and I could feel his monster of a cock starting to pulsate in my pussy and I
knew it wouldn’t be long before he would be shooting his first load. I squeezed my vaginal muscles with all my might and I felt the first burst of hot semen splash deep inside me. He kept pumping and pumping, I couldn’t believe it! I could hear the sloppy sloshing noises coming from my now cum filled pussy. He pulled out and still pumped a few shots across my belly and onto my tits. Wow so much cum! As I wiped myself clean, he headed to the bathroom to clean up. I felt satisfied, but I still wanted to ride him. I wanted to feel him deep inside me. I knew with me on top, I would have another awesome orgasm. As he came out of the bathroom, I had him lay down on the bed.
I slowly ran my tongue across his cock, and to my surprise, it jumped. After a few strokes and a little more tongue work, HE WAS HARD AGAIN! I then climbed up my new stud and slid across his cock with my cum soaked pussy and his cock easily slid right inside. I went slowly at first, but soon my ass cheeks were slapping against his thighs, and I was riding his glistening long rod. We continued to fuck in several different positions, ending with me on my back. As I started to recoil back onto the bed, he had repositioned his cock and it buried itself deep in my pussy once again. I lost count on how many times I orgasmed; it had to be over ten. I finally had to ask if he was close to cumming, because my pussy was really starting to ache. When I reached down to pull my labia lips open, I was surprised how swollen they were. I looked at Keith and then at Scott and told them I was going to have to quit.
I had never felt like I was drunk or buzzed after sex before, but I did this time. It’s a feeling that every woman should feel at least once in her life, and I hope to feel again soon. After he left, it was my hubby’s turn. My hot wet swollen cum filled pussy was such a turn on for him, he couldn’t wait to put the video camera down and slide his cock inside me. He loves to fuck me after someone else has. He loves sloppy seconds, and believe me, it was the sloppiest it has been for a while. The best thing of all was that our adventures were taped by my loving hubby, so we can watch it forever. Scott enjoyed the show so much he tried to set up another get together before we left for home. Keith was headed out of town and couldn’t work it out, DAMN! Maybe someday he’ll be in Phoenix againDuring mid-week of our resort vacation, Scott was out on the resort golf course when I got a surprise knock on the door at our resort condo. It was his old high school buddy Larry, who was in town without his wife and was dropping by to see us. Apparently Scott and he had communicated and he knew we were staying at the Orange Tree Resort. Larry kissed me on the cheek and then whispered in my ear that he had found my site on Literotica while browsing the site. He was sure it was me from the details in the stories and the fact that the Scott in the stories went to Camelback High School. With his mouth up against my ear he went on to say that reading my stories had gotten him hard and horny for me. He started telling me how he had often fantasized about me since the day he had met me, how he had thought about what I would look like naked, how much he envied his friend for being able to do the things with me that he could only dream about with his wife, Gladys.
The sound of his voice was causing a reaction in me that made no sense. I was actually becoming aroused by his words. This was getting out of control way too fast. I had to do or say something to stop him. I reminded him that he was married and had two children, and that Scott was not here at the time. This evidently did not matter to him as he continued to tell me how much he wanted to feel his cock in my pussy and to eat me until I came. I asked him what he would say to Scott after I told him what he had tried. He laughed and told me his friend had told him all about me. He said he knew how much I loved giving head, the feel of a cock as it entered my tight pussy and to hear a man whisper dirty talk into my ear, just as he was now doing. He was right about the last part. As much as I tried to contain myself, the more he whispered, the wetter I could feel myself getting. He told me he had seen the nude pictures of me in varying stages of undress, and the ones of me and Scott and other men fucking.
This I could not believe. Scott had only shown them to Gary and Dan and would never have shown those to anyone else. But, when he began to describe the photos in explicit detail, I knew he was telling the truth. After all, he was Scott’s best friend from childhood. My head was spinning; I was so confused. I fought desperately to remain calm. The way I saw it, I had two choices. I could try to convince him this was a really bad idea, or somehow manage to get out of this room and out of this situation. Having already tried the first option to no avail, I decided I had to get out of there and maybe get Larry to go meet Scott at the clubhouse. As casually as I could, I stood up from my chair. Before I had a chance to take a step toward the door, he grabbed my arm and spun me around so that I was now facing him. I was shocked at what I saw. At some point while he had been talking to me from behind, he had slipped off his shorts.
He was now staring me in the eye as he was stroking his hard cock. I honestly cannot say what shocked me more, the very fact he was sitting there masturbating as if it were the most natural thing, or the thought that crossed my mind when I saw what he was holding. As absurd as this whole situation was, I could not stop myself from staring in fascination at the size of Larry’s cock. I had always thought my husband was well endowed, but Larry’s was at least two inches longer and much thicker. I began to wonder if he merely had the equipment, or did he know how to use it as well. I wondered how it would feel in my pussy and how it would taste in my mouth. Stop it! Do not even think like that, I chastised myself. But the more I looked the more curious and the more aroused I became. I heard a voice coming from the distance. Thank goodness, Scott was back. It was not until Larry repeated his comment that I realized the voice was not in the distance, but in the room.
His comment brought me back to the here and now. He had asked me if I liked what I saw, and did I want to take it for a ride. My senses finally returned and hit me full force. I attempted to yank my hand from his grasp, but he was much stronger than I. He told me he knew I wanted his cock as much as he wanted my pussy. He assured me we had plenty of time. He just kept saying over and over that he knew I wanted it. My resolve finally broke and I admitted to myself that he was right. In a flash, I was on my knees in front of him touching and licking and admiring his organ in awe. He moaned in appreciation as I licked his cock from the bottom of the shaft to the top of the head fast and furious. His moaning grew louder as I worked his now wet cock into my mouth and down my throat. He was far too large to take completely, but I took as much as I could and sucked him as hard as I could. He watched, as my head bobbed up and down as I worked on him like a woman possessed.
I fucked him with my mouth until he finally shot his first load of cum deep into the back of my throat, just as my own body exploded in orgasm. But he was far from finished. He leaned over and picked me up not just from my knees, but completely off of the floor. He turned around and tossed me onto the bed like a rag doll. I landed with such force that my body bounced twice before coming to rest. No man had even handled me in such a rough manner, and I was surprised to discover it to be an incredible turn on. I did not want him to make love to me; I wanted him to fuck me. All I wanted was for him to force his cock into me and fuck me like an animal. I could tell by the look in his eyes my wish was about to come true. Larry pulled my shorts off, revealing my shaved pussy, and then pulled my tube top down. He climbed on the bed, grabbed my ankles and spread my legs open as far as they would go and asked me if I was ready.
Before the word yes was completely out of my mouth, he rammed his cock into me with such sudden force it made me scream. Making noises I had never heard from a human, he rammed again and again until his monster was completely inside me. The mixture of pleasure and pain from his savage penetration caused another orgasm. He asked me again if I was ready. This time the question seemed silly. In our present position, it seemed a little late to be asking such a question. Of course I was ready, I thought, and told him so. I soon learned how wrong I had been. When he began to pound away with all of his might and a good 10 inches of cock, I realized I was not as ready as I had thought. Having become accustom to the slow and steady pumps of my usual lovemaking, Larry’s brutal assaults on my pussy were overpowering. I could not believe how good he felt. I have no idea how long he continued to fuck me with such animal frenzy.
I had long since lost track of time or space. My total concentration was on his cock and my pussy and orgasm after orgasm that crashed over my body. Several times he would slow a bit as if he were about to cum, only to speed up again at an even more fevered pace. Sex with my regular fuck-buddies had always been enjoyable, and they could last for over thirty minutes at a time. I was certain thirty minutes had come and gone long ago, and yet Larry appeared to be nowhere even close to stopping. My pussy ached with the beating it was receiving. But I was in the middle of the fuck of a lifetime, and was not about to put an end to it now. For all I cared at this point, he could have ripped my pussy wide open, so long as the orgasms kept coming. For the third time, he asked me if I was ready. This time I knew the reason for the question and braced myself as best as I could. Nothing could have begun to prepare me for what was about to occur.
He did not simply tense up and shoot his cum into me and collapse like most men. His entire body became as stiff as a board, and he somehow shoved his cock further into me than I thought was humanly possible. When he shot his first load of cum into me, it did not just erupt from his cock. His whole body spasmed and jerked and he came into me with every muscle in his body. I thought surely he had let it all go at once. Once more I was wrong. Again and again he shot load after load of his hot sticky cum. It was literally pouring out of my pussy and saturating the bed cover. I had no idea one man could contain that much cum. It was almost unnatural the amount that came shooting out of him. The number of my orgasms were well into the double digits by now, and his last and final shot was as intense as his first. It was at this point that I saw the remotest similarity between him and my husband. He finally collapsed on top of me. Even this was different.
Instead of a weaken and spent body easing itself down to rest on mine, his reminded me of a giant redwood I had seen falling to the ground in the forest. But even the sudden impact of this huge man crashing on top of me felt welcomed. It seemed to be the perfect ending to the perfect fuck. Both of us were panting uncontrollably and sweating profusely, even though the air conditioner was on. Each of us were fighting to catch our breath and to get our hearts back to beating at a safe pace. It took us several minutes to gain at least some composure. But our adrenaline soon began pumping again at the sound of the front door closing. We both threw ourselves back into our clothes and attempted to straighten the bed as best we could. The enormous puddle of cum on the bed shone like a beacon. In a last ditch effort to conceal the evidence, I began throwing the decorative pillows in the middle of the bed and plopped myself near the headboard across the width of it, propping my head on my hand.
Larry assumed a similar position at the foot of the bed. When Scott appeared in the doorway, he saw his friend and I engrossed in conversation. He stood for a moment silently assessing the scene in front of him. I had stopped the bogus conversation and sat holding my breath waiting for his tirade to begin.
< I was shocked when he simply smiled and said, "It is nice to see you two finally getting to know each other so well! I knew if I lingered at the clubhouse bar long enough buddy, you would manage to get into my wife's pants!" ***************************** The next day while Scott was out with Larry on the golf course, I noticed a leak in the cabinet housing the garbage disposal in the kitchen. I called the front desk and they said a service employee would be right there to fix it. I threw on a pair of running shorts and headed back to the kitchen to wait for the guy. Steve, the service guy, had concluded the problem was just in a loose part. The relief shone on his face as he stared at my outfit. I bent over next to him in the confined little space and listened as he pointed out the different parts that needed tightening. So absorbed in Steve's explanation, I was surprised when I looked over at him to find him staring down my blouse at my braless breasts for the second time in less than fifteen minutes. Again, his face became flushed. And again, I pretended not to have noticed. But instead of standing up and putting an end to his view, I leaned over even further and gave him a close shot of my erect nipples on my 36DD's. I could tell by the sound of his voice he was having a difficult time concentrating on what he was saying. From the way I was leaning, I knew he could look straight down my shirt to my belly button. Since I had opted to skip the bra again when I changed my clothes, he now had a perfect view of the naked flesh of my breasts. Just the thought of him admiring me was an incredible turn on for me. I decided to push it a little bit more. Getting down on my hands and knees, I crawled practically all the way inside the cabinet and asked him if he could fix the leak. All he could see was my ass sticking up in the air and the bottom of my exposed pussy my shorts were no longer covering. I had to put my hand over my mouth to stifle my giggle. He said absolutely nothing for a very long time. Then, with my body still in the cabinet, I heard him stand up. I backed myself out, still on my hands and knees. After my head cleared the sink, I lifted it and turned around to see I was now eye level with his crotch. Just as I suspected, I saw an enormous bulge. I looked up at his face to see that it had turned almost purple. I simply smiled up at him as innocently as I could, but made no comment as to his obvious erection. Instead, I extended my hand to him so he could help me to my feet. Being a gentleman, he lifted me to a standing position. Accidentally, of course, I lost my balance and fell into him. We landed on the counter, my body now pressed against his. I could feel his raging hard-on digging into my now damp pussy. After staying in that position a few moments longer than was necessary, I made a move to back away. This time, my bare feet actually did slip on the water still on the floor. Not only did I fall back into him, but my body wriggled against his as I struggled to gain my footing. The feel of my pussy rubbing against his cock caused me to let out a small moan. Now he was not the only one in the room to be embarrassed. I could feel the color creeping into my cheeks. He grabbed me by the arms to steady me before I went crashing to the ground. The touch of his strong hands on my bare skin felt so good. I felt a little tingle of excitement shoot through me. Having saved me from landing on my ass, my body was back on top of his and he was still holding on to me. We stood like that for several seconds, staring into one another's eyes, neither of us saying a word. He leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. It was so sweet and tender yet so incredibly sexy and arousing at the same time. I could feel the smile glowing on my face. He leaned over again. This time his lips met mine, and he began to caress them ever so tenderly. My body literally melted into his. He slipped his tongue between my lips and probed my mouth. My tongue eagerly found his and we began to kiss passionately as we stood in the middle of the kitchen. We embraced one another with our mouths and lips and tongues for several minutes. He was such a wonderful kisser, but I needed more and I could sense he did as well. Without a word, he effortlessly picked me up and cradled me to his chest, carrying me down the hall to the bedroom. He gently eased my body down onto the bed and stood for a moment caressing my body with his eyes. Finally he lay down on the bed next to me, both of us still fully clothed. We resumed our kiss where we had left off in the kitchen. Now with our entire bodies touching, the kiss became even more passionate. He began to explore my body through my clothes with his hands. I reached my hand out to touch his chest, but he stopped it with his own in a non-verbal way of telling me to wait. He continued his slow and methodical exploration of my body. He rubbed his hand up and down the length of my arm, up my neck to my face. He massaged the side of my face as we continued to probe one another with our tongues. By now, I wanted him to rip my clothes off of me and make hot, wild love; but he was obviously a man who liked to take his time. He moved his hand from my face and under my neck, down my body to my breast. He took my breast in his strong hand, cupping it as if it were a fragile Faberge egg. He moved his hand to my other breast and touched it in the same delicate manner. He worked his way from my breasts down the length of my body. I was hoping his hand would continue down to my now soaking pussy that was in desperate need of his attention. But he was not about to move quite that fast. Instead, when he hand reached the bottom of my shirt, he slipped his hand under the material and work his way back up to my breasts. With the same tenderness, he kneaded each one in his powerful hands, moving back and forth from one to the other. His hands were rough from his years of manual labor, but felt oddly soft against the flesh of my breasts. He removed his lips from mine in order to ease the shirt up and over my head. He rolled me so I was lying comfortably on my back. Now half naked before him, I watched him as he took in the view with a look of longing and admiration on his face. His hands returned to my body and he began to touch me again as he looked in fascination at what he hand was feeling. His hand roamed down my body again to the waistband of my shorts. I so much wanted him to slip his hand under the material and touch me between my legs in the same tender way he had been touching the rest of my body. Instead, he tugged at my shorts and eased them over my hips, down my legs and slipped them off of me. My body was now completely exposed to him. A brief moment of vulnerability was soon replaced by a feeling of connection to this man. We had just met mere minutes ago, but it was as if we had known one another for years. I have never hopped into bed with a total stranger this quick before, but this just seemed to be so natural for some reason. He drank in every inch of my body with his appreciative eyes. When his hand finally returned to my body, it felt as electrifying as the first time he touched me. I did not know how much more of this I could take. Now I wanted to rip his clothes off of him, but I knew he would not allow that. He propped himself up on his knees and began to massage me with both of his hands. In a very deliberate manner, he worked them from the top of my head to the bottom of my toes. I was practically on the verge of orgasm just feeling his hands moving over me. My pussy was so wet I could feel my juices seeping out of me. Each time his hands would approach the top of my inner thighs, I would arch my back and hope he would do more than just lightly touch me before he moved on. It felt simply wonderful, but I needed more. After what seemed like an eternity, his hand finally stopped between my legs. With the tip of a finger, he traced my lips with a tenderness that belied the size of his hands. He stroked slowly up one side and down the other. When his finger reached the to, he would make circular motions around my clit, moving inward but never quite making contact before moving back down the other side. He teased me repeatedly. I was so close to orgasm, I knew all he had to do was touch me and I would burst. When he suddenly stopped and removed his hand, a whine of disappointment erupted from me in place of a long awaited orgasm. I could not believe he had gotten me so far and then quit without warning. Images of all of the men I had teased over the years sprang to mind. All of the men I had whipped into a sexual frenzy, only to wait until the last possible moment to say no. I now knew just how each and every one of them must have felt. The sexual frustration coursing through my body was indescribable. Was I now paying the price for all of those times? I looked to him for some sort of an answer. He simply looked back at me and grinned. I was right; this was the ultimate pay back. But the grin soon vanished and he began to work his way to the foot of the bed and reposition himself with his head between my legs. I have never been so glad to be so wrong. His tongue picked up where his finger had left off. He teased me mercilessly. He lapped up my juices and licked my pussy. He slid his tongue down the crack of my cheeks and toyed with the hole of my ass, and then slid it back up to continue to play with my lips. My entire body was trembling; my hips were pumping up and down on the bed. His tongue finally found its way to my clit. All of my muscles became rigid as I braced myself in anticipation. When his tongue pressed into my pleasure spot, the sensation that washed over my body was one I had never felt in my life. It was the most intense orgasm I had ever had. I exploded with every fiber of my being. Wave after wave of orgasm crashed over me as he continued to suck and fuck me with his tongue. My cum was pouring into his mouth. I got to the point where I could not take any more, and tried to back away from his face. But his mouth clung to my pussy like a Rocky(D) with a bone. The orgasms continued until there was absolutely nothing left inside of me. I collapsed onto the bed completely and utterly spent, like when you have a laughing spree and your tummy muscles ache. He gently licked up the last of my juices, knowing how sensitive I was to any touch, and laid his head on my leg. We stayed in that position for several minutes, both of us lost in thought about what had just occurred. My head was floating and my body had never felt so relaxed. I must have drifted off to sleep for a few minutes. I was awakened by the feel of him slipping his finger in and out of my still soaked pussy. I looked down to the end of the bed to discover he had removed his clothes during my period of slumber. As he was gently finger fucking me with one hand, the other was slowly stroking the length of his enormous cock. The sight of his cock caused instant arousal for me. He had one of the most exquisite cocks I had ever seen. It was not the size or the width that intrigued me though. The strongly defined head and the sturdy looking shaft made it look more like a piece of art than just a part of his body. I needed to touch it, to see if it felt as good as it looked. I sat up and reached forward, but he stopped his stroking long enough to ease me back onto the pillows. We sat staring into one another's eyes as his hands continued to caress us both. I was torn between my overwhelming need to take his cock in my mouth and give him as much pleasure as he had given me, and the luxurious feeling of being totally pampered by this man. I made another attempt to sit up, but was stopped once more. He clearly had other plans for me. After what seemed like an eternity of slow and steady finger fucking, he rose to his knees and straddled my body with his. I was now looking at his magnificently muscular chest and his well-toned arms. The legs that enveloped mine were strong and powerful looking. His was not the body of a steroid induced body builder, but that of a man whose body had developed over years of hard physical labor. And there, between my own legs was that beautiful cock of his, the head glistening with pre-cum. With one hand he guided his cock to the opening of my pussy while he traced imaginary circles on my stomach with the tips of his fingers of his other hand. How could such large hands be so incredibly gentle? He began to stroke my pussy with his cock. With each up and down movement, his cock was getting wetter and wetter from my juices. I did not want him to tease me with his cock as he had with his finger and tongue. I needed to feel his cock inside me! I needed him to fill me up, and I needed it now. As if sensing this, he slid the tip of his cock into me. It felt as wonderful as I had imagined it would. But I was beginning to feel incredibly selfish. The sample he had given me was great, but I needed it all. I begged him with my eyes to give me more. My silent communication was understood and he eased himself into me inch by inch. Once he was completely inside, we both let go with moans of satisfaction. He remained that way without moving for several minutes as both of us savored the delicious new sensation of the feel of one another. His cockhead pushed and pulsed against my cervix. His pumps began so slowly that I could not even see him move, but I could most certainly feel him deep inside of me. After a few minutes, he picked up the pace and our bodies found a mutual rhythm. It felt as though we had done this for years, our bodies came together so naturally. Knowing now he was not a man to be rushed, I allowed him to take control. He did so as if reading my mind. He knew just what to do, and when and how. I have never been with a man who intuitively knew exactly what I wanted and how I liked it, except for my husband. He made love to me in a way that it resembled Scott's movements if I closed my eyes. He picked up the pace and intensity of his thrusts. But he was not too fast and not too hard, he was just perfect. He reached down and massaged my clit with his thumb. The feeling of his cock filling me up and his thumb touching me was all it took for me to orgasm again. It was not the intense kind of orgasm as before, but more a comfortable and relaxed one that felt wonderful in a different way. Having found my spot, he continued to rub me while increasing the pumping of his cock. The firmer he rubbed and the faster he thrust himself into me, created more and more orgasms, each one becoming stronger and stronger. On the brink of yet another orgasm, I suddenly felt his cock grow rigid and push against my cervix, and saw the muscles in his chest and arms begin to strain. With my pussy muscles, I grabbed his cock until I knew he could not hold back any longer. I could feel us both begin to cum at the same moment, as our moans of pleasure filled the room around us. His hot sticky cum was mixing with mine and seeping out of my pussy. As he called out my name, he shot the last of his cum deep inside me. Without breaking the embrace of his cock in my pussy, he lowered his body down onto mine. The weight of his body on mine was both welcomed and comfortable. After many minutes of holding one another, we both drifted off into a peaceful dream world. He awakened me again by kissing the side of my face and whispering to me how wonderful I was, and how much he had enjoyed being with me. Feeling safe enough to share my inner most thoughts with this man, I told him I had never felt so whole and so complete with any other man except my husband. Needless to say, this was the first of many love making sessions with Steve. Scott and I have invited him into our fuck-buddy group and he will become one of my regulars. ************************** Later that night, after telling Scott all about Steve and having a good sex session of our own, we cleaned up and went to the Whining Pig Lounge in Paradise Valley. I had worn a very short skirt with thigh highs but no panties as usual. After dinner and enjoying a cocktail, a very distinguished older man approached us and invited us to his home a short distance away. He said he recognized my ankle bracelet from his table and recalled his now deceased wife's 'good times' with other men. He asked if we would indulge his memories 'for an old man'. We followed him to a very extravagant home below Camelback Mountain. Without a word, he motioned us inside. As I entered the home, I took in the décor. It actually looked pretty much like the ones I had seen on television. One wall was a huge bookshelf containing hundreds of what I supposed were law books. An enormous antique desk sat in front of the entry window with two oxblood leather guest chairs in front of it. He motioned us into one of the seats and took a seat in one of the chairs facing me and not behind the desk. I guess he was trying to make me feel more comfortable as it was quite obvious I was a little nervous. He offered Scott a drink, and asked to spend some time with me. He was now telling me that he had enjoyed the view up my skirt earlier at the lounge, and now wanted to get a closer look. I was too shocked to speak. He gently spread my legs apart and the smile he had worn in the lounge earlier returned to his face. He sat silently examining me for several minutes, his hands still moving up and down on my thighs. I tried to comprehend just exactly what was happening with this older man, but all I could think about was how good his hands felt on me. I was becoming incredibly aroused by his touch. I was still wet from my fuck sessions with Steve and Scott and knowing the old man could see this was causing me to get even wetter. He slipped one of his hands under the material of my skirt and worked it past the top of my thigh highs to my bare skin. The feel of his hand on my bare flesh caused a tingle of excitement to shoot through my body. I shut my eyes for a moment to savor the sensation. When I opened them, I found myself staring into his intense blue eyes. Never breaking eye contact, he inched his hand up my inner thigh and eased a finger into my soaking wet pussy. I heard myself let out a small moan. After a few seconds, he slid it back out again. I moaned again, this time in disappointment. But then he lifted his hand to his mouth and licked off my juices, causing him to let out a small moan of his own. He lowered his hand back between my legs and slipped his finger back inside me. He began to slide it in and out of my wetness. Still continuing to stare into one another's eyes, I could feel the tip of a second finger begin to wiggle and work itself inside to join the first. Now with both fingers he started to gently finger fuck me. I was on the brink and knew it would not take much to send me over the edge. When he touched my clit with his thumb that was all it took. I shuddered in orgasm. But he did not stop there. The intensity and pace of his finger fucking increased and his thumb rubbed my clit mercilessly. Orgasm after orgasm erupted from my body. I could not remember the last time a man had brought me this much pleasure with just his hands. I began to wonder what he could do with his cock. As if reading my mind, he stood up and took my hand to lift me out of my chair and turned me toward his couch. Before he had a chance to take a step, I pounced. Overcome by my desires, I reached out and grabbed hold of his belt. I unbuckled it and hurriedly fumbled with his zipper until I was able to slide his pants off of him and let them fall to the ground. I yanked down his boxers and his raging hard on sprang free of its confines. Offering no resistance, he kicked off his shoes and freed himself of the clothes around his ankles as I tore at the zipper of my own skirt. He reached over and slid it down over my hips and over the bottoms of my feet, removing my shoes in the process. Now we were standing in the middle of his sitting room, both of us naked from the waist down. Now it was I who led him by the hand to the Oriental rug behind the guest chairs. I lowered him to the floor on his back with cock now sticking straight up in the air. For a guy in his 60's, he had a lovely long hard-on that stood straight up and ready. I straddled him with my body and lowered my pussy down to touch the tip of his cock. I rubbed my wetness up and down and around his stiffness, making sure it was good and ready for me. After a few minutes I could see my juices glistening on his manhood. He wanted me as much as I wanted him. He attempted to pull my body down to meet his and slip himself inside of me, but I had other plans and pulled away. Using my pussy, I manipulated the tip of his cock to my opening and began to allow just the head to enter me. I knew he wanted it all, but he was going to have to wait until I was ready. My pussy continued to toy with the head of his cock. Each time I would lower my body down a little bit further down the head, and then slowly back up again. Just the feel of the tip of his cock in my pussy felt wonderful. I did not know how much longer I would be able to last without having him all. He kept telling me how much he wanted and needed more, he was practically begging. After a few more minutes of teasing, I slowly lowered my pussy inch by inch down his shaft until his cock was half way inside me. The feel of his rock hard cock penetrating my tight pussy released months of pent up sexual frustration and he began to orgasm uncontrollably. The stranglehold I had on his cock made him lose all control and he began to shoot load after load of his hot, sticky cum deep inside me. Pretty impressive for an older guy! When both of us were finally drained, our bodies became still. Neither of us moved a muscle for several minutes. I remained straddling him with his still hard cock half way inside of me as we both fought to collect both our breath and our composure. Just as I was about to dismount him, he grabbed me by the arms and rolled our bodies over. Now he was on top looking down at me, and I could see by the look on his face he was not nearly finished with me. Without warning, he rammed the rest of his cock into me. The overpowering mixture of pain and pleasure were almost unbearable. Before I had a chance to realize what had just happened, he began to pump away at my pussy. With each brutal thrust, he drove himself deeper and deeper inside me. I heard myself scream out to him to fuck me harder. He fucked me hard and he fucked me deep. He grabbed my ankles and lifted them over my head, lifting my ass off the floor. I could feel his balls slapping me hard on the ass. He fucked me savagely until my pussy was sore, but I did not want him to stop. I kept shouting to him that I needed it harder. I needed him to fuck me raw, fuck me like I had never been fucked in my life. He pounded away at me mercilessly until finally his entire body tensed up and his cock felt like steel. His cock erupted and he began to spew more and more of his cum inside of me. Each new eruption caused my body to spasm in orgasm, each one more intense than the last. He came again and again until his balls were milked dry. When we were both totally drained and spent, he collapsed on top of me. We lay like that in silence for several minutes. I knew my pussy was one enormous bruise from the beating it had taken, but that was a small price to pay for what I had just experienced with this older man. ***************************** The following day, Scott had made arrangements for a 'personal massage' just for me from one of the local outcall businesses. There was a knock at the door so I went over and opened it. There was a muscular guy who identified himself as Hank carrying a large bag with his massage oils and other equipment. He looked inquisitively at my husband so I introduced them. I said, "Hank, my husband is the one who made these arrangements. He likes to watch!" "That's okay," said Hank. "Let's get started." I lay down on the bed, still in my short terry cloth robe. I don't know why, but I felt very shy. Scott came over and started to undo the robe's belt. He gently spread the sides of the robe apart, revealing me in my naked glory to Hank. I could feel Hank's eyes looking at me. I shrugged the robe the rest of the way off and turned and lay face down on the bed. Hank unpacked the oils from his bag and placed them on the bed table. He began to massage my back, working his way from the shoulders down to just above the small of my back. He continued to massage my back, occasionally rubbing more oil as I began to relax. At one point, he had worked his way down to my hips and was putting quite a bit of pressure on them. It felt really good! Then he began to caress my ass cheeks. I felt his fingers lightly touching my legs, just below my crotch. First he kneaded the outside of my legs then gradually he worked inward, until he was massaging the inside of my thighs below my exposed vulva. His fingers were an inch or less from my pussy, which by now was throbbing and dripping with desire. I'm sure he could feel my heat. It was tantalizing, it felt so good! A part of me wanted to stop and make love with Hank. Another part was content to lie there feeling his hands on my nude body and wanted this feeling to last forever. He massaged me from my shoulders to my feet for approximately twenty minutes. Then Hank said, "Time to do your front, Donna." I rolled over and didn't even bother to cover my breasts with the towel. As I rolled over, I threw the towel to the side of the bed so I could lie on my back topless, indicating to Hank he had permission to rub my breasts. My eyes were closed. There was a long minute of silence, and I could feel the two men looking at my nakedness. Then Hank resumed the massage. He started at my shoulders, and moved his hands slowly down my sides until they just touched the sides of my breasts. Then he moved back up to the shoulders and moved his hands down until they were just above the tops of my breasts. He did this again and again, lightly brushing my breasts. That was all it took. I had been moaning for a while, and now I felt the buildup of my first orgasm. It took all I had to keep from screaming, it was so intense. Hank continued his massage of my breasts throughout my orgasm. It seemed that I would get no respite, but that was okay. I could go on like this all day. Hank turned to my husband who was watching avidly, smiling. "Why don't you continue with her breasts?" he said to him, "While I move lower." Scott was hardly able to speak. As he stood, I could see he had a huge erection. He walked over to the bed, and now I felt my husband's familiar hands on my breasts, and they felt good. Meanwhile, Hank had moved his hands down to my hips and was massaging their sides and moving down to my upper thighs. Every so often, he would move to the inside of my legs. Once in a while, I could feel a finger brush against my labia. Again, no one seemed to be in a hurry. We continued like that for quite a while: my husband caressing and massaging my breasts, Hank tantalizing my lower body. I looked up at Hank. He was looking down at me and particularly at my pussy. "You're beautiful!" he said. "She is!" Scott agreed. Then Hank began to massage my legs and hips again. Every few strokes, his fingers would rub against my clitoris. I was becoming incredibly turned-on. Suddenly I felt the start of another orgasm deep in my loins. "You're not only beautiful, you're really hot!" said Hank. All I could do was hold on through another incredible orgasm. Hank leaned over and began to lick my pussy. It felt so good! By now, one orgasm pretty much drifted into the next. No sooner did one end than another began. I was moaning and squirming as Scott was still stroking my breasts. I looked up at him and he smiled, then leaned down and kissed me on the lips. Then he began kissing my breasts, rubbing his tongue around my nipples and aureoles. I almost fainted! Through my reverie, I became aware that something was changing. I was no longer being caressed by both my lovers. I looked up and saw Hank taking his clothes off. First he took off his shirt, and I could see the perfectly defined chest and stomach of an athlete, then his shorts and finally his tiny briefs. His penis was about the same size as Scott's, perhaps 8 inches, but somewhat thicker. Seeing Hank naked was one of the most beautiful sights of our vacation. I knew now that there was no turning back. But I wouldn't have wanted to if I could. My husband stepped aside as Hank came to the bed. He kissed me and I felt his body come along side of mine. I could feel the hard pressure of his erection against my naked hips. He hugged me as we kissed and ran his hands over my entire body. I was his for the next hour with permission of my wonderful hubby! I lay back and spread my legs as I felt him move over me. I felt the end of his penis against my exposed labia. Then he began to penetrate me slowly. I could feel the pressure as he slowly moved up my vaginal canal. Slowly he entered me, and slowly he moved in and out, coating his delicious cock with my juices. My hands were on his tight butt, feeling it rise and fall with a steadily increasing rhythm as he pumped into me. I could feel his chest against my naked breasts. As we were fucking, we kept kissing each other's necks and shoulders. It was incredible! A long sensual fuck all in one! I resumed my pattern of climaxing almost continuously. I could feel the juices from my pussy as they seemed to gush all over the bed. I could feel his cock as it moved in and out of my pussy. At the end of each stroke, he reached the end of my canal, and I could feel the head of his penis up against my cervix. Hank began to move into me more and more quickly. I could tell after twenty minutes of slow fucking he was nearing his climax. I wanted to do something to show him how much I appreciated the pleasure he was giving me. I reached my hand down to his scrotum and gently touched his balls. Then I moved my fingers up and caressed his anus. That seemed to do the trick. I could feel the pressure as he exploded deep into me. He came and came. It seemed as though his orgasm would last forever. I could feel his cum as it flowed up into my cervix. Finally we lay there, locked together, still and quiet. I kissed him. He kissed me. Scott is a wonderful lover, but Hank was equally good in a different way. There is something about the unfamiliarity, the excitement of discovering someone new. After a while, Hank pulled out of me slowly. I could feel that his penis was softer, not fully erect. I bent down and took it fully in my mouth. I could taste his semen mixed with my juices. I began to move my tongue around the head of his penis. Hank lay back and groaned with pleasure."Thank you, Hank!" I said. "That was wonderful. Is there anything I can do for you? Something special?" "Just keep doing what you're doing!" he said. Little by little I could see and feel his cock getting harder as I continued to lick and suck it. I was completely oblivious to anything except Hank and his cock, and I wanted to give him as much pleasure as he had given me. At that moment, I felt hands on my hips. Scott, whom I had momentarily forgotten, had come to the bed and lay next to me. He began rubbing my hips, my sides, and then reached up and caressed my breasts. I began to feel the stirrings of more arousal. Really! How much can one woman stand? As I continued to work on Hank's penis, I could taste drops of pre-cum oozing out of it. I could tell he was very aroused. I moved up and whispered in his ear: "Do you want me to suck you some more, or do you want to fuck?" I couldn't believe my own wantonness. He said in a soft voice, "I want to make love with you again. I love the way you feel. I love your body and how it feels when I'm deep inside you." "Lie back and let me do it," I said. I raised myself up and kneeled with one knee on each side of his hips. I felt Scott behind me get up and leave the bed. As he did, I could feel his lips brush my shoulders with a gentle kiss. He is such an accommodating husband! I squatted down, and with my hand, placed the end of Hank's cock in my vagina. Then, very slowly, I lowered my body onto him, feeling his cock penetrate me like a searing spear. Like the 'hotwife' I was fast becoming, I felt myself on the verge of still another orgasm. We stayed in that position for a while with very little movement. I could feel his cock throbbing inside me, and it seemed to fill me as completely as I had ever been filled. It felt complete! I didn't want to move or for this moment ever to end. Hank reached up and placed his hands on my shoulders. He began stroking them very tenderly. Still neither of us moved much. I never realized that shoulders were such an erogenous zone, but maybe my entire body was one large g-spot. Hank moved his hands down and began to lightly caress my breasts. After a while, he bent his head up and took first the left nipple, then the right, in his mouth and sucked them softly. I moaned. Suddenly a huge orgasm came crashing over me. We still weren't moving much, but I felt the walls of my vagina contract and release dozens of times. I flung my head back and moaned. Finally, after what seemed like hours, it ended, and exhausted I lowered my upper body on Hank's muscular chest. We lay there, coupled, our arms around each other, cuddling, relaxing, enjoying each other like real lovers. I began feeling a pulsing in Hank's cock. Then, fractions of inches at a time, I felt it move up and back in my vagina. Slowly Hank began building the rhythm again. I raised myself up a little to give him a better angle and found that this increased my ability to feel the delicious friction of his cock within my vagina. What an incredible lover Hank was! He kept this beautiful motion, kept massaging my shoulders and breasts, and kept murmuring to me, "You're beautiful! I love making love with you. You feel so good! You're so beautiful!" Again, another climax for me. How many now? I didn't know or care; ten thousand at least. I reached down and felt the place where his cock joined my vagina. I found a place where I could put my fingers along the side of his cock as it entered me and could also brush against my inflamed clitoris. This action seemed to hasten his (and my) urgency. Hank began pumping into me with faster and harder strokes. Finally, with a groan that was almost a shout, Hank began to climax. At the same time, I began my umpteenth orgasm. We climaxed together, but this was unlike any normal orgasm. It went on for what seemed like forever. It didn't end, either for him or for me. It was as if time stood still. Hank must have shot a gallon of his semen into my pussy. I could feel the slippery liquid the entire length of my channel and running down through my pubic area along my thighs and down to where I knelt on the bed. Finally, he stopped spurting, I stopped cumming, and we collapsed together. Minutes went by and there was nothing but the sound of our heavy breathing, gradually lessening. Finally, I said, "Wow!" He said, "That was incredible for me!" He kissed me. We lay together some more. I was luxuriating in the feelings and letting myself really experience them. I felt totally, completely sexually satisfied. It doesn't get much better than this. "I hate to say it," said Hank, "But I have to go soon." We relaxed our embrace. He rolled out from under me, sat up on the bed then stood up. In the light I admired his body, his tight well-defined chest, his hard buns, his muscled legs. His penis, limp now, but still enlarged, hung down in front of him, but it still looked beautiful to me. As he got dressed, I looked over and noticed Scott, still sitting in the chair on the other side of the bedroom. As Hank began to collect his oils and place them in his bag, Scott got up, stood next to Hank, and said something in a low voice that I wasn't able to hear. The two of them walked together out of the bedroom, and then I heard the door to the condo open and close. "Scott?" I said. There was no answer. A moment or two later, I heard a card key in the outside door and then the sound of it opening and Scott walking in. What had the two of them been doing outside? Scott entered the bedroom. I had pulled the covers up over my naked body. It was hard to find a place to lie in the bed that wasn't wet from Hank's cum and/or mine. "It was very intense and very beautiful watching the two of you. I've never seen anything nearly so arousing. I felt a bit uncomfortable, as though I was intruding on your privacy." I lay back on the bed and threw the bedclothes aside. I must have looked awful; hair probably in disarray, sweat all over me, my pubic area and skin damp with Hank's cum. Suddenly Scott was all over me. His hands explored my body, breasts, hips, thighs, and pussy. Urgently! Almost desperately! I pulled his face to mine. "Slowly," I said. "There's no rush. Let's relax and enjoy each other for once." I began unbuttoning his shirt. He lay back, let me undress him. He lifted his hips as I undid his pants and worked them down over the large bulge. I began kissing his body, his chest, his nipples, and his stomach. Finally I reached his penis. It was hugely erect. In fact, it seemed much larger than I had ever seen it before. I began to take his penis in my mouth and began to lick it and move my tongue all around its head. I kissed it, then sucked it, then tongued it, and then repeated the whole process. A moment later he pulled his penis away from me. "If you keep that up, I'll cum all over your face!" "That's okay!" I said. "No, I want to fuck you! But first, I want to do something else." At this point he kissed me, perhaps a bit roughly. Then he moved his mouth down on my breasts and began sucking my nipples. I was aware, and I'm sure that he was also, that he was exactly where and doing exactly what Hank had been doing to me a few hours ago. As he worked on my breasts, I could feel his hand go down to my hips and then around to my pubic mound. I knew that he was able to feel the cum that Hank had left there. Suddenly Scott began moving his head down my body, kissing and licking my stomach, and then below. Finally he got to my vagina. I knew he must be tasting my juices and Hank's, but that did not seem to slow his ardor. And as for me, I was becoming aroused again. I could feel more juices flowing from my pussy; my nipples were hardening again. Scott pulled himself up onto me, and I could feel his cock entering my vagina. I expected to be sore, but I surprisingly wasn't. Scott began thrusting deeply within me and I began responding. My arms were around his body and I kissed his chest. I began to suck on his nipples as he continued to fuck me deeply. It wasn't long before he ejaculated inside me. It was a powerful, strong, and short climax. We lay together for a few minutes. "I love you!" he said. "I know!" I said. "You really must after allowing me to fuck other men for the past fifteen years. And I love you too! You're wonderful!" I said. "I'm really lucky to have you as a husband. Most men wouldn't dream of giving their wives such freedom to fuck!" "Incidentally," I asked, "What were the two of you doing outside?" "We talked a little," Scott said. There was a smile on his face. "I asked him if he was free for another 'massage' tomorrow." I felt a tingle between my legs. Oh my God! It was going to happen again. I was going to see Hank again. I felt a rush of excitement and arousal. I could barely say, "And what was his answer?" "He said he'd be here at 10:30." "Good!" I said. "He gives good massages." My husband smiled and then kissed me again. "Enjoy!" he said. So Hank and I got together the next day, our last at the resort. It was incredible! Suffice it to say, that we both experienced pleasure even more intense than our first time. As we got to know each other better, and were more comfortable with each other, it got better and better. We tried new things, some things I had never imagined, some things that my husband and I had wanted to do with another man. I continued to have record numbers orgasms, and he was not far behind. Scott and I went home the next day. We settled back into our old routines, although I've noticed that we make love a lot more often than we did before our trip, and I'm arranging more sessions with my regular fuck-buddies again! I'm close to turning fifty now, and my sex-life is slowing down, but as long as men still desire my body, I look forward to my annual week-long fuck sessions!