hooking up with a couple

My imagination hadn’t prepared me for his alluring dimpled smile, sultry voice, and masterful flirtation. I was led into a room of exploration and fun. When I opened the door my eyes focused on his rare masculine form. The voluptuous long haired blonde diving hungrily at his cock. Up and down with vengeance satisfying her oral desires. My immediate attention focused on her mouth thoroughly enjoying all of your manhood. I kneeled down in front to experience the same oral fixation she was indulgent on. Our tongues rolling across his cock barely touching one another. She was eager to let me enjoy the smooth lines of his cock as my mouth was soulfully there  to fuck. His cock merging in and out of my mouth with smooth acceleration. Our bodies touching, tasting, desiring one another. We moved rhythmically with one another. Every part of my skin aching to be consumed. My silk nightie falling silently down below my shoulders exposing my breasts and perky nipples. The voluptuous blonde rubbing her fingertips over my nipples as her mouth soon followed.

I felt his hands upon my legs opening them to my most vulnerable possession. He met me with one nibble of my clit as I was quickly, desirably his. He teased and taunted and took over my clit. My body completely at both of their wills. Feeling a second pair of hands traveling down my body my emotions and body were on a roller coaster high. Feeling a second mouth touching me, teasing me and taking me to higher heights. Her fingers teasing me as I felt the tips of her nails. It was so hot.

She whispered, “Am I hurting you?” But my wetness told a different story.  The attention was then taken back on the blonde. She laid beside me and my hands guided and teased across her body. My mouth covered her nipples as I sucked one and he was sucking the other. It was almost rhythmical as my hand slipped between her legs. I found her clit and teased it with my fingertips… back and forth I soon moved between her legs… spreading her pussy. I soon found her love tunnel and slid my index finger inside. Working it back and forth teasing her as my thumb circled around her clit. She was moaning louder and it was exciting me to no end. My fingers moving faster and faster. I could feel him behind me playing with my ass, torturing me with his tongue. Leaning in to her pussy I blew on it as I finger fucked her until I couldn’t stand it anymore and then backed away so he could have his way with her and I could watch every explicit detail.

He soon found his way between her legs and buried his face between her thighs. Feasting on her my eyes couldn’t look away as I watched him nibbling and sucking all of her over and over again. He then sat up on the bed and entered her in a quick swift motion. I watched and listened to her moaning as he motioned himself in and out picking up the pace as she grabbed her ankles pushing him further inside of her. I was touching myself in my mind… consumed by everything I was watching… the pure rawness in both their faces. He pounded her and her face and body loved every minute. Then he had her on her belly and took her from behind.

My hand reached underneath her as I found her clit again as he was slamming in and out of her. I then took a candle and as hefucked her from behind poured it all over her back, watching her body jump as the warm wax touched her, seeing it trail down her back. I moved back to my spot and continued watching them… my body warm all over as they enjoyed every inch of each other. Sitting there watching them not making a peep. My body begging for me to touch it.

When they were finished they came back in front of me. We both leaned over and I took him back again in my mouth as her mouth covered his balls, feeling every hard thrusting inch invading my mouth hard and fast. Hands roaming everywhere, it was a garden of lust. I found myself back on the bed, my nipples teased unmercifully as he took charge of them biting them, enticing them until they were hard as a rock. Then I closed my eyes and felt the hot wax dripping down on them. It was so hot… he spread my legs again and took me forcefully with his mouth, his hands gripping my thighs on the edge of the bed… my body aching from the pure sensations. I tried sliding up a little and he quickly let me know he was in charge as he grabbed my thighs and held me for his entree. I could hear her feasting again on his cock. Warm sensation after warm sensation filled my body as I shook from the raw enjoyment. He then stood in front of her and me and took two of his fingers, sucking on them quickly and burying them again against my clit. Taking his other hand he sucked his other 2 fingers and found her happy place as well. There we stood as he had us at his fingertips, biting, kissing, touching, feeling every unadulterated passion. My legs grew weak and I leaned over and asked to ride him. He agreed with a smile. He lay on the bed, his body glistened like a perfect sculpture as I mounted him. Taking the head of it I slid it into me enjoying every sweet hard inch as it was buried inside of me. Moving my hips back and forth I felt him tense up and explode like a rocket as my body tensed up and I came with him. Teasing him as he lay there feeling his cock go soft after what seemed an eternity. It was definitely a night to remember. Shortly after I lay in the other bed pretending to fall asleep and I heard the two of them in the bed playing and teasing again. I was peeking until I decided to let them finish this one on their own without an audience

When I left the salon today, my fury with the stylist knew no bounds. She always second-guessed my preferences. There was never anything to be done for it than to argue with her each time I went, and swearing to myself I would find someone else. Today the result was particularly hideous. My only option was to shampoo and start all over and pray that the shower would help drain the anger and frustration from my body. Turning on the water, I began to take off my clothes. After a few moments I realized what the best thing for me would be – a gi-normous orgasm! That was when I began the little trick that always made me hot. It started with me imagining what it would feel like if my pussy could “breathe” -- flexing my muscles inside and out as if I were inhaling and exhaling from my sex. Each respiration was like the spasm when my nipples were touched or my hair was pulled or my pussy was stroked. As the water warmed up, I stood there naked and began to touch myself. The "breathing" movements were palpable and my clit was firm, buried in its soft nest. The water had been warm for a while so I stepped in the shower and let the comfort of it sluice over me. And then the last remnants of the afternoon dissolved when the products in my hair melted. I resumed "breathing," touching myself, letting the relaxing water soak my face, neck, shoulders, down my chest and over my breasts, running like a downspout over my nipples. The feeling was incredible, especially when the deluge pounded directly on my breasts. I adjusted the flow to a very sharp, needle-fine spray; pricking and nibbling against my pink peaks. The water pins almost hurt until I grasped my entire nipple and squeezed firmly ... removing the sting and replacing it with a tremendous pull at my core, elongating my bud, which stood prouder and deeper in color. Next, I lathered a cloth and began to wash the outer areas of my pussy right along the panty line, a quarter of the way down the inside of my thighs and then around to my hips and cheeks. Everything was wonderfully soapy, soft and very lush-feeling. . . almost luxurious. Taking opposite corners of the washcloth, I stretched it and began to run it forwards and backwards from the top of my slit, all the way up between my ass cheeks. So erotic! Nothing went untouched. Back and forth in long, languorous strokes, I played the cloth like a bow across violin strings. Other times I held it firm and glided my body along the taut cloth. Often, the timing or pressure points of these long, sling-like strokes needed adjusting depending on where I wanted the most stimulation. I could cum this way -- but not today. I moved my right foot to the rest I used when I shaved my legs, allowing me to open farther. Pressure could now be placed on one side of my clit and then on the other as the cloth stroked its long journey around and between my legs. My hips started to move against what I was doing for myself. I was very close to cumming, so I stopped, pulled the cloth slowly out from between my legs, and drew it across my clit in one, long slow final stroke. The heat and tension built and rapidly escalated to towering sensations. Beginning in,

around and beneath my clit, the shocks began to flicker. My breathing froze to concentrate on the feelings -- but today I brought myself to the edge and stopped! 

I stood there, continuing to "breathe," abating my orgasm, sighing deeply and calming myself. 

Picking up the shampoo, pouring some into my trembling hands, I began to lather my hair, all the while concentrating on performing my deep "breathing” exercises. I happily finished sudsing my hair, applied and rinsed the conditioner and proceeded to wash the rest of my body – using an exfoliating scrub which left my skin fresh, invigorated and tingling. 

With my foot on the rest, I shaved first my right then my left leg and last my pussy. After lathering, I sailed the careful teasing strokes of the razor along my skin, the crease of my leg and the sides and tops of my outer lips. My fingers trailed behind each path of the blade to make sure no area was missed. Gentle, tantalizing movements, dreaming that my hands belonged to someone else. Exploring, inspecting, probing and pulling my skin, lips, folds, and fingers quickly slipping into my vagina -- making my mouth water with anticipation. Yet again, the shocks and heat began to inch their way to my spine ... pausing, I slowed it down and then re-launched the journey of strange hands discovering me. Sizzle and fire arcing but not connecting ... I wouldn’t allow it and groaned agonizingly to myself. But I knew I did this for the best! Finally, I rinsed -- as slick and smooth as wax on a dance floor, waiting for the music to start so that I could finish what I had begun. 

The shower had two heads in it. One was stationary and adjustable for specific types of water flow, like the needle spray. The other was hand-held with fewer adjustments, but it did have the critical one, pulse. Picking up the hand-held wand, I rinsed myself, then switched the water flow to pulse -- hard pulse. 

The showerhead was a comfortable distance away from my clit as the pulsing stroked me and the water began to work its magic. Every few moments the showerhead had to be moved a bit closer to adjust the intensity of the vibration. Almost immediately I could feel an orgasm building. The arc, lightning and sizzling connections I had disrupted earlier came on full force; based at my core, in my gut and around, over and underneath my clitoris. This release rocketed once quickly to its explosion. My cry was almost painful as it bounced off the tile walls, echoing in my ears. Strangely, I didn't recognize it as my voice but I did not stop.

The water, both soft and hard pressing against me, fucked me repeatedly and my fingers, no longer gentle or a part of me, pounded in and out of my pussy. Pulled onward, I was being immersed in a raging orgasm; one powerful enough to immediately shrink my world. The length and intensity of it were matched by a yet louder, drawn out, wail that came as the symphony overtook me, washing every nerve ending in my body with its long, oscillating wave. 

My head was spinning, thighs trembling and knees weakened from fighting to remain upright. I stood and shook for several lengthy moments with my hand on the shower wall, propping myself up, until I could at least begin to come down. Even then itwas difficult to get my muscles to move to turn off the water. Lurching I grabbed for my towels burying my face in the fragrant softness and stepped out of the shower.

In a slightly swerving, listing gait, I moved to the dressing table bench and carefully lowered myself to sit; allowing my lungs to re-fill while my head hung low. Marveling at the experience, I touched myself once more to see if I was wet from the water itself or from my orgasms. 

So... I sit here now, dry but wet still -- thinking of how my pussy can “breathe,” how that delicious water fucked me and how this is the best solution I have ever found for a bad hair day. 

The air is soft and warm on this perfect summer day. The kind of day spent walking hand in hand, feeling the smooth sand between your bare toes, listening to the rolling waves washing ashore and seagulls in the distance. A day begging to be savored forever.

We awoke before dawn this morning, having planned a special retreat away from the children. Our bags were packed the night before and stowed in the trunk of your little red sportscar. We watched the sunrise as we drove the two hours to our romantic hideaway, stealing secret glances and knowing smiles all the way there.

Our little white cabin sits off a pathway between the sand dunes and tall beachgrass. Just big enough for two, the cabin is light and rustic, decorated with special treasures we had scavenged along the beach. Driftwood, seaglass, bits of bleached coral, pretty seashells and dried sea sponges adorn the tiny cabin. The golden morning light sparkles through the little windows, spreading bits of magical glitter throughout the room.

At last we are alone. We can finally relax and do nothing at all, or everything we dream. No need to drive anywhere because we brought everything we will need for our weekend. So, I decide to open the bottle of Dom Perignon and pour us two glasses. As I'm pouring, I look at you standing in the sunlight and notice your hair has lightened this summer. You look like you did on the day we met. A fresh faced California boy with sun bleached blond hair and a charming, yet shy smile. I fell in love with you the moment I saw you over 20 years ago. My heart jumps a beat as I remember.

You catch me looking at you and smile. I hand you your glass of champagne and we make a toast, "to us". Short and simple and filled with possibilities. The champagne makes my mouth tingle. We sip our glasses until they are empty and I fill them again. My cheeks are rosy and my head is warm and fuzzy from the champagne. I'm feeling sexy and playful.

I decide I'll make the first move and I reach around your neck and pull your mouth to mine. Oh how sweet and warm your mouth feels. I taste the champagne on your tongue. As we kiss, my hands massage your firm ass in your swim trunks. I can feel my desire growing as my thighs become flushed with warmth. Suddenly I separate, reaching for the two towels folded on the breakfast table. I think I'd like to finish this game on the beach. I head toward the door, my breasts jiggling as I skip away in my little pink bikini. You smile with a little spark in your eyes as you run after me.

As I sprint down the pathway, I'm ahead of you, giggling at you to catch me. Your legs are longer and it doesn't take a moment before you race past me, taking the towels and grabbing my bikini top strings, pulling the bow undone as you fly by. The top falls to the sand and my newly bare breasts bounce freely as I run toward you, laughing and breathless. The beach is empty as we head for the waves, my topless body warming in the sunshine. As you reach the shoreline, you quickly unfold the towels, waiting for me to catch up.

I reach you and fall gleefully on the soft white towels you've laid out. "I need some tanning oil, will you rub it on me?" I ask you knowingly. Of course you oblige and pop open the shiny brown bottle of oil that smells like coconuts and pina coladas. "I need some here", pointing to my naked white breasts. You pour a puddle into the palm of your hand, letting the warm oil drip playfully between my breasts. Your strong hands massage the oil over my chest with long, smooth strokes, my nipples begin to harden as you rub in the oil. You pinch my hard nipples between your fingers, making me gasp with delight. Mmmmmmm, rubbing the slippery oil on my nipples makes my pussy wet and tingly. Just then, I look up and notice the outline of your stiff cock through your thin nylon swim trunks. Now it's your turn.

I drizzle some warm oil in my palms and rub my hands together. I reach up the leg of your swim trunks and massage the slippery oil onto your smooth, shaved balls, and up and down your thick shaft, paying special attention to the head. Your cock throbs and fills with a rush of blood as it hardens even more. I gasp as I feel your cock harden, I'm totally aroused. I feel my pussy beginning to pulse as I imagine your long, stiff dick inside me.

You push me down on the towel, pinning my shoulders as you lay above me, a sensual gleam in your eyes makes me blush. Yes, it's exactly what I want. Your oily hand reaches into my bikini bottom and I arch my back with pleasure. My breath quickens as you tickle my clit, and tease my cunt with your fingers, while slipping my bikini bottom off and throwing it in the sand.

I lay there looking up into your dreamy eyes, my naked oiled body shimmering in the sun. You check over your shoulders to scout for movement, but we are completely alone. You pull your swim trunks off and lay them on the towel beside me. Your cock is swollen and rock hard, a delicious sight. "Let's do it in the ocean", I suggest.

Your soft hands wrap around my waist and you pull me up off the towel. I kiss you again, flickering my tongue around your juicy mouth, "Let's go", I say. We hold hands as we run into the warm water, the waves splashing up our legs until the water rushes high on our hips. We walk in deeper until my breasts float upon the water. Our naked bodies are perfectly covered by the ocean.

You grab me tightly and pull my legs up to straddle your hips. I throw my head back into the waves as I slip onto your cock, floating weightless in the soothing current. Oh fuck! It feels so good. I scream with pleasure as you penetrate. Your smooth hands hold me around my waist as you slide my body effortlessly on and off your pulsing rod. Holy shit, your cock feels so good in my pussy, I moan loudly as the waves roll over my body.

I can feel my body starting to climax with each wave that rushes over me, swirling the water over my clit. Oh God, don't stop. You see my wet, hard nipples glisten above the waves in the morning sunlight. Fuck me harder. You feel my pussy tighten and squeeze around your cock as I come close to orgasm. You grip my weightless body and pull me back onto your throbbing dick, thrusting harder and deeper. Fuck me! Fuck me! I scream with pleasure, oh my god! My breath is short and fast as I moan louder.

I pinch my nipples between my fingers and twist them as you ram harder into my pussy. I'm almost there. My hips rock in the waves, you feel my cunt starting to pulsate. Your balls tighten as you hold off blowing your load until I cum. The rim of your head swells with ecstacy, rubbing the inside of my tight, hot cunt. You pull me close against your body. My hips begin to thrust wildly, grinding my clit against your skin. Oh God, I'm coming! I say breathless. You thrust deep inside me as your dick explodes, spewing your hot cum inside. Waves crash over us as our wet bodies rock together in ecstacy.

My head rushes with a delicious warm tingling sensation. I float on the waves, still straddling your cock as it slowly begins to soften. You feel the warm current washing over your balls and listen as the gentle seabreeze whispers our love. A perfect beginning to our romantic weekend alone. I love you, forever and always.

journey of temptation

Tempt me I will show you how far I shall go Take me on a journey of all that you know Teach me I am willing to learn every way Then I will teach you how I like play Love me and lust me lead me on in I shall feed on your offering then travel your skin Take me to a place that I've never been I will show you the real that I often dream Melt me lose me fly me away Tempt me and tempt me then let me play I give back to you a gift of the same A mind blowing memory to always remain Search me then reach me deep inside thrust in the length that I like to ride Grind me and find me hit my core As I cry out your name and beg for more Bend me and fold me lick my sighs as your fingers caress my open thighs Tempt me I will show you how far I shall go Take me on a journey of all that you know

oscar worthy

over and gently lifted her legs onto his shoulders. As he pushed himself against her, Helen reached down and took his erection in her hand and guided it into her. The camera zoomed in, poignantly showing his wife’s hand taking another man’s cock into her. His thrusts were hard but slow at first, almost as if he was allowing her time to get back into rhythm, but then they started to speed up. Jamie watched as Leon placed his hands under his wife’s bottom and realised that this would be it. Leon was gearing himself for one final flurry of pounding her pussy. 

Those final minutes were ones that would be etched in Jamie’s memory for a long time to come. The sudden stepping up of the pace and force of the thrusts; the sounds of the bed creaking in rhythm to the pounding of her bottom into the mattress; the groans, screams and yells of their joint climaxes; and then the sudden silence interspersed with sounds of slow, heavy breathing in the aftermath of lovemaking. Finally, the sight of the lovers lying side by side, exhausted from their coupling. Helen with legs apart and one knee raised; the camera zooming in to her pussy to show Leon’s cum slowly oozing from her, before switching to Leon to show his glistening, half erect cock, spent and fully satisfied.

The screen suddenly went blank, awakening Jamie from his state of oblivion, and then came back to life again. This time Helen was fully dressed and he could see that she was sat in their kitchen. “Well, darling, I don’t know what you made of all that. It was filmed on the night you went to London for the Group board meeting. That will give you some idea when it took place,” she said.

Jamie now knew that it was only two weeks ago.

“I am still seeing Leon, and as I have tried to time your viewing of this while you are away for the night, it’s almost certain that he will be with me while you are watching, as I speak even!”

Jamie could feel his stomach churning again.

“It’s probably not the nicest way of going about things, but you have hurt me with Sandra,” she told him. “Anyway, all this will be something that we will have to sort out when you get back.”

Jamie watched as she got up and moved towards the camera. “Oh, by the way!” she said as she peered into the lens with a smile on her face. “It would be interesting to know just how we compared to all the others you have seen?”

Jamie had to smile as the screen went blank again.

A few moments later he picked up his mobile phone and began to text. With another smile he pressed ‘Send’. 

Yes, despite all, it truly was ‘Worthy of an Oscar!’