I wish you were here with Mr Jones and me today sailing in one of the most beautiful places in the world enjoying the stunning Queensland weather.
If you were here you could fish with Mr Jones. You would never be thirsty or want for anything. I would serve you drinks and food dressed in a light cotton dress. At first you wouldn’t realise that I wasn’t wearing anything underneath until you brush against me and you feel the softness of my breasts. Your curiosity will be aroused, making you watch me as I walk towards Mr Jones to fetch him another beer. The breeze catches my dress and lifts it just far enough for you to catch a glimpse of my butt. You are still not sure so you watch me as I take a seat on the couch and pick up my book.
Suddenly fishing doesn’t seem so interesting. You put your rod in the holder and without saying a word you are kneeling at the edge of the day bed. You grab my ankles and pull me over to you before you spread my knees apart. My naked pussy smiles up at you, confirming what you already knew.
“Were you going to tell me that you weren’t wearing anything under there?” You ask even as your thumb is sliding into my slit testing the wetness there.
It is hard for me to reply but I manage a small, “Maybe,”
You aren’t listening, instead you have buried your face between my legs stroking the moist folds of skin, tasting my juice. Mr Jones is oblivious to what is happening even as I start to catch my breath and feel the little sounds of pleasure rising in my throat. You slip a finger into my opening while your tongue teases my clit, gently, the exact way I like it; demanding but not too hard. The first spasm is small but you are rewarded with a tiny squirt of juice which you suck eagerly from me. You put your hands around my hips holding me firmly against your mouth hungry for more juice. It is not long before you are rewarded. Your tongue and fingers work their magic until you have had your fill. You pull away from me and wipe me from your chin.
“You are such a good girl,” you say as your fingers pull open your shorts to reveal your strong, hard cock.
My whole concentration is focussed on your cock and you know that I am starving to feel it’s soft skin sliding over my lips until you are pushing yourself against the back of my mouth. You step forward and cradle my head in your hand teasing the tip of your cock over my lips. Out of the corner of your eye you see Mr Jones watching you. An urge to push yourself past my lips and fuck my mouth is very strong but you fight it as you look back into my hungry eyes. You want to tease me, to revel in the knowledge that I am starving to worship your cock completely. Knowing that my husband is watching is an intense turn on for you, almost more than having a woman so willing to suck you.
Eventually you cannot hold back any more and you succumb to the urge to push yourself into my mouth. You are not dissapointed, my tongue swirls over your cock and my lips press down. I suck you eagerly as if you are about to feed me the drug I have been starving for. I wrap my arms around your hips so that I can press my face against you and you feel the tiny spasm that tells you I am gagging on you. It doesn’t stop me, I take a breath and then I am sucking you again, teasing your head before taking as much of your length into my mouth as I can. My body wriggles uncontrollably as you groan in pleasure.
Your nose catches a slight scent of my arousal and you reluctantly withdraw from my mouth. Without speaking, and acutely aware that my husband is watching you intently you flip me over on all fours so that my glistening, wet oussy is beckoning you. You catch a glimpse of Mr Jones’ bulging pants and for a moment you want to feel his cock in your mouth but my naked pussy is pushing against you, demanding to be filled. For a moment you rest your cock against my opening before sliding into the warm wet depths. It is like a homecoming. For a moment you stop, holding yourself inside me but you cannot stop yourself from starting to fuck.
At first you take slow strokes enjoying the feeling of sliding completely out before pushing yourself back in to me. Without looking you know that my husband’s eyes are fixed on your cock and you turn slightly to give him a better view of your cock fucking my glistening wet pussy. After a few strokes you become lost in the feeling of me. Your excitement is threatening to get out of control and overwhelm you but you are not ready to cum yet. You turn your attention back to my ass and increase the pace of your strokes. Your hands grip the side of my hips, steadying me against you, controlling the speed and depth of your strokes.
Underneath you I am sucked in to the intensity of the situation, I watch my husband’s face as he watches you fuck his wife and and I can feel your excitement building. I know I am teetering on the edge of that feeling of never wanting to stop fucking. The blissful feeling of never quite getting enough cock and always being ready to take more is overwhelming; but another need is also building in me. I am starting to crave your cum. I can feel your orgasm building and it makes me crave the feeling of your cum covering my ass and dripping down my pussy. My ass pushes against your belly asking to be covered with your warm cum. You know that is what I want, you also know that is what my husband wants. You know that he will step in as soon as you cover my ass and pussy to lick your cum from me before he puts his own cock into me to add his own stamp on me.
Concentrating intently you hold off as long as you can. But that is not long. Soon the feeling is too strong and you whisper to both of us,
“Are you ready?”
I can only manage a whimper but Mr Jones answers for both of us, “yes.” He has stripped off his clothing and his cock is jutting out in front of him as he leans forward to watch. He doesn’t have to wait long, after several strokes you pull out of me. I have just long enough to register a feeling of loss before I feel your warm cum splashing over my ass and pussy. You cum hard and I feel splashes on my thighs. Your hands grip me tightly until the first spasms pass and then gradually you release until you are leaning on me, breathing heavily. I hold myself still not wanting to disturb the pattern your cum has made on me until you lie down on the bed beside me to make way for Mr Jones to inspect your handiwork.
He doesn’t dissapoint, wasting no time before he is bending over me touching your cum and smearing it around before he places his finger into his mouth to taste you. I hear the smacking of his lips before I feel his cock stroking through your cum and teasing around my opening. I know he won’t be able to control himself for much longer and my suspicions are confirmed. His cock slides into my familiar opening covered with your unfamiliar juice. I groan in excitement and push back against him in the same way that I did to you. Inviting his cum to fill me. I do not have to wait long.
Afterwards we rest together watching the sun dip towards the horizon. A cool breeze blows over us covering us with the salt smell of the ocean. It would be easy to think that our play was over for the day but all of us know that this is just the beginning.
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1. Have you ever devoted an entire day to sex and sexual activity (with breaks for eating, etc)? Was it planned or spontaneous? Any kinky fun?
In the days before full time work I had a couple of memorable occasions when I spent most of the time between when the children left for school and when I had to go and pick them up again with a playmate. These occasions were usually planned mostly because logistics required them to be. Looking back now they were amazing times when I felt more relaxed and in touch with my sexuality than at any other time.
Mostly it was about fucking and exploring each other’s bodies but when Pet came on the scene I started with some kink. I made it a rule that he must undress before he entered the house, on one occasion I took off the underwear I was wearing and told him to put it on. Later, after we ‘took off the sexual edge’ so to speak, I had my first experience of anal fisting which was very surprising for me and incredibly pleasurable for him.
2. Have you had sex simultaneously with two or more people in a private residence? Did you know them well or was it a setup casual encounter?
Ocassionally during my daytime romps Mr Jones would come home for lunch and join in the fun. He enjoys coming home and finding me being throughly fucked by someone, watching through a crack in the bedroom door and then sneaking in to join the activity.
3. Have you gone out in public wearing an anal plug or vibrator device?
This is something I have thought about a lot. It is not something I have ever managed to engineer. The closest I have ever come is going to do the grocery shopping once with a pair of legal / orgasm balls inserted. It started out well but my muscles tired during the expedition and they ended up slipping a little.
Again this is something I have thought about a lot. I have on occasions played with holding off an orgasm while masturbating but I wouldn’t call it control as such. I am very much into instant gratification and it does go against my nature. When I am with a partner I love the feeling of watching, participating in their orgasm so much that to deny them would be unthinkable.
Maybe , one day, if I ever find a man who I would call my Dom he may decide to introduce me to orgasm control.
5. Do you like being called dirty names during sex? What names get you off the best?
Talking during sex is not something I enjoy a lot. Mr Jones likes it and I have gotten used to a certain amount of it over the years but as a rule it is not something I enjoy. Usually we just share fantasies or ideas, but being called dirty names is not something I am really used to. I think if someone were to do it I would find it more off putting than arousing.
Bonus: The confessional is open–confess anything you want (sexual or not)
Hmmm so many options, so little time to write them down. This is not an especially shocking confession but at the moment my number one fantasy is to meet a man who is physically larger than me and capable of manhandling me. By that I mean. Able to lift me off the ground and push me into whatever position he desires. It really turns me on to think about being the fuck toy of a strong powerful man that can take me and use me for his pleasure.
Of course I am a little afraid that the reality of this fantasy would be too confronting to be pleasurable but it is still a very hot fantasy.