As I reached to take it from her, she kissed me once more, and Dave groaned loudly, getting off on watching our tongues meet while his cock continued to move inside her.
„Please,’ Paul begged, drawing my attention back to him.
As I rolled the condom on him I was amazed at how hard he was – hadn‘t he just come only moments before?
But there was no time to question as he pulled my body close to his, his mouth meeting mine, heat flooding through my body as his tongue met mine and he used his knees to move my legs apart, and slid inside.
His cock felt great inside me, and as I started moving my hips in my favourite rhythm, I knew it wouldn‘t be long before I came.
I looked at Paul‘s face, saw him biting his lip with concentration and knew he couldn‘t last long either.
The build-up had been amazing, with Paul watching me and Jodie, and me watching him, but this was even better. Paul‘s cock filled me completely, and my senses were filled with the scents and noises of sex.
And the sights were even better.
I stopped kissing Paul‘s delicious lips as I moved to get a better view.
Beneath me I saw Paul, fucking me hard, fighting to make it last. To the side of me I saw Dave, groaning and turned on belief, and Jodie riding him mercilessly, making those soft little noises in time to the movement of her hips.
„Jodie,’ I said, and she turned to me.
Our lips met once more, and that was all it took. I came hard, feeling an almost volcanic eruption as I heard the boys shout out and Jodie cry her orgasm into my mouth.
It took some time to recover.
„So, you believe I‘m grown up enough now?’ I asked Paul as we showered together the next morning.
„I think last night proved you‘re all adult,’ he told me, as he backed me up against the shower wall with a smile.
Sauna Sex
by Margaret Scott
Oblivious to the voices nearby, our bodies were locked together in a slow, deep sexual dance.
Jim‘s lips and tongue made love to the soft skin of my neck, while his backside pumped steadily between my open legs. As I slid my hands down from his broad back to grip his firm buttocks, a faint breeze kissed my cheek, carrying with it the summer smells of freshly cut grass and barbecues.
Our bodies moved together as one, the easy, familiar lovemaking of those who have loved each other for a long time. I stared up at the blue sky above. I couldn‘t help myself; I couldn‘t hold back the sigh of sheer pleasure.
Remembering where we were, I looked over towards the source of the voices. Sure enough, below the row of conifers which defined the border between our neighbour‘s garden and our own, a pair of male, flip-flop wearing feet had turned in our direction. Having been in the neighbours’ garden several times before I knew there was nothing to see where he was standing but the greenery of the trees, so my sound of satisfaction must have been responsible for drawing his attention.
It wasn‘t the first time my husband and I had made love in the garden, and I was sure it wouldn‘t be the last. Solid panel fencing shielded our activities from the reclusive neighbour to the right, while the garden shed was just enough to keep us out of view of any upstairs windows. The conifers to the left were usually enough to stop the neighbours on that side from seeing us, as long as they didn‘t get down on their hands and knees to look through the space where the trunks separated the ground from the lowest foliage.
Jim‘s pace increased as he reached the vinegar strokes, and forgetting where we were, he too groaned out loud.
I clamped my hand across his mouth quickly, much to his surprise, and pointed towards the row of conifers. ‘He‘s there!’ I whispered. Behind my hand I felt Jim‘s mouth curl up in a naughty grin.
‘We should invite them round next time,’ he said, lying back down on the blanket beside me with a now quickly shrinking member. ‘We could have a bit of a foursome.‘
‘Keep your voice down!’ I hissed.
I checked out the flip-flops again, and thankfully they had turned another 90 degrees to face towards the place where I knew their barbecue stood. The neighbours were barby addicts. The slightest chink of blue sky and they were out there, cooking away. Laughter, chatter and the scent of freshly cooked meat so pungent you could almost taste it, drifted over in the warm air.
‘Are you serious?’ I was a little surprised at Jim‘s suggestion, but knowing my husband as well as I did, not exactly shocked.
‘Why not?‘
Our neighbours were a young couple with no children, just like us. They were pleasant people to know, and both were reasonably attractive. The husband wasn‘t gorgeous, but I‘d always secretly been more interested in a chunky, firm body than a pretty face. He certainly had that. I‘d watched him mow their front lawn without a shirt on many times.
The image of Jim riding his delicate, pretty wife however, stirred up some mixed feelings. ‘You would sleep with her?’ I asked reluctantly.
‘No sweetheart, I wouldn‘t sleep with her. I would fuck her. But only as long as you were part of it, and you were enjoying yourself. I wouldn‘t do it without you.‘
I closed my eyes for a moment and imagined my Jim standing naked in the middle of our garden under the bright summer sun, with the neighbour‘s equally naked wife on her knees before him, sucking on his cock. Bright and lively and ever so polite in normal day-to-day living, I imagined she would be secretly passionate about giving good head. I couldn‘t help smiling to myself as I saw her sucking on him hard and fast while emitting a constant, ‘Mmm ... mmm ... mmm ...‘
We had a great sex life, but after ten years together we were always looking for something new to try. Like many lovers, we had started with porn mags and DVDs. In one of the magazines Jim had found himself a favourite girl. ‘Tracey with the hairy mound‘, we used to call her. There was nothing shy about Tracey. She was big and buxom. In her centrefold picture, she lay stretched out across a pink satin bed, wearing nothing but a silver necklace and high heels. I would lay her pages open on the bed where we could both see her while we screwed.
At first I felt a little uncomfortable with the idea of my husband staring at another woman‘s gaping vagina while he was embedded in my own, but I soon realised his enjoyment came not so much from the picture itself, but from the fact that I was sharing it with him. He always said he didn‘t look at the picture when I wasn‘t there, he got no excitement from it alone, and I knew him well enough to know when he was telling the truth.
She became our secret joke. ‘Shall Tracey be joining us tonight?’ I would often ask with a grin.
When the magazines and movies became too ordinary we had moved to having sex outdoors. We had a few uncomfortable, sticky romps in the car, miles away from home in deserted spots, but we soon got fed up of driving around trying to find different places to park. The summer was just getting underway when we realised that there was a perfect spot in our own garden not only for topless sunbathing, but also for outdoor sex.
I pulled my underwear and shorts back up and lay down on the blanket. Jim had donned his sunglasses and lay beside me, silently contemplating the wisplike cirrus clouds, slowly drifting above. I wondered what he was dreaming of.
It didn‘t take me long to come to the conclusion that while I was certainly willing to try new games, there was no way it could include our neighbours. How could we go on living with them in the same street, seeing them day after day, if we had engaged in some kind of sex act with them? Even worse, what if we did approach them, and they refused? They were just too close to home!
For the rest of the afternoon and most of the days that followed, I found myself fantasizing about being touched by other men. I kept remembering Jim‘s grinning face as he teased me with the idea of having sex with the neighbours. For once in our marriage, I really wasn‘t sure whether or not he had been joking. I played our conversation over and over in my mind, trying to see his real feelings behind the humour. Jim had always been intereste
d in experimentation, but would he really like to go that far?
The following Wednesday we both took the day off work so we could enjoy a visit to the local swimming pool, while it was quiet and relatively empty. As was usual for a week day, there were only a handful of other adults floating around in the pool, three men and two women of varying ages.
After an hour or so in the water, Jim sidled up to me with that familiar, dirty, pre-sex grin of his. His hand was almost invisible beneath the water as it brushed briefly between my thighs, on its way to press up between my legs. He kissed my cheek gently and whispered, ‘I want to fuck you right here.‘
I noticed the hunky lifeguard in his chair watching us and quickly pushed his hand away with a giggle.
As I bobbed by the edge of the pool, I watched our fellow swimmers. I imagined peeling off my swimming costume and watching it float down to rest on the pool floor. What would they think if I swam over to them completely naked? I saw myself drifting close by them with the cool waters kissing every inch of my exposed flesh. Would anyone complain, or would they simply enjoy the natural beauty of the female form as it moved among them? Would they want to touch me? After years of being with the same partner, no matter how much I loved him, the thought of being fondled sexually by a stranger aroused me. I imagined the thrill of sharing my body with them, without any reason, without any words. I could almost feel their hands as in my mind they circled me, touching, squeezing, holding my breasts, pressing their own naked bodies up close.
While I could sense Jim‘s desires without any words, he could also easily detect my own. He smirked at me, as though he had been reading my thoughts and liked what he saw there. ‘Do you fancy trying out the sauna?’ he murmured.
I knew what he was thinking of, and it wasn‘t exfoliation!
We could barely contain our excitement as we climbed out of the cool waters of the pool and padded barefoot along the corridor.
The sauna was a small wooden room, with two levels of benches around three of the walls. Lucky for us, we opened the tight, heavy door to find the room vacant. We had it all to ourselves.
Our cold bottoms and thighs burned as we settled them onto the hot slats of the top bench, with our feet resting on the lower level. Sitting beside me in his swimming trunks, Jim looked as great as always. He quickly turned towards me and pulled me into his arms. I clung to him as his lips met mine.
As we kissed his hand squeezed my right breast, then moved down to slip under the tight, elastic edge of the gusset of my costume. He eased it to one side and gently massaged my bush, then two of his fingers teased my clitoris, on their way to slip inside my eager pussy.
Within a minute or two of sitting in the heat, the cold water droplets covering our bodies were quickly replaced with hot sweat.
Our tongues darted in and out, each of us trying to catch the other‘s between our lips, while our hands played a different game of their own. While he probed my intimate depths, I explored the bulge of his manhood through the wet fabric of his trunks. My fingers traced the thick curve of his semi-erect cock, lying on its comfortable bed of his balls.
The door suddenly juddered as someone outside tried to open it, without using enough force. It was a tight fit, obviously designed that way on purpose to help keep the steamy heat in, and that extra second it took to open gave us both just enough time to retract our hands and jerk our bodies apart.
A man we‘d never seen before entered, wearing a tight, white towel. He acknowledged us with nothing more than a slight nod. He climbed up to the top bench at the back of the room at right angles to us and lay down. It was such a small area the top of his head was close to the wall on the opposite side, while his feet were inches from the side of my left thigh.
I couldn‘t take my eyes off him. Because of the angle I couldn‘t see much of his face but he had a good, solid body, not muscular, but plenty to get to grips with. Just what I liked. I imagined slowly peeling down that tight white towel to see what was hidden underneath and felt myself growing damp at the thought.
I always thought about sex when I was in a sauna. Surrounded by bare flesh, how could you not? There couldn‘t be anything more erotic than sitting in a hot room, in very close proximity with semi-naked strangers. I could barely conceal my arousal. I longed to fuck Jim, right there and then!
Jim nudged me and smiled, he had noticed where my attention lay. He turned my face towards his and kissed me, not a quick peck, but a long, sensuous kiss. I allowed him to pull me close again, enjoying the feeling of his hands on my body, though I was conscious of the man lying so close to us. One of Jim‘s hands grasped my backside, while the other held my face, encouraging me to continue, not to stop.
I had to look. I broke away from his lips and looked over at the stranger. He was lying still, his eyes fixed on the low ceiling, apparently unaware of, or uninterested in our activities.
Jim guided my face back to his. He obviously wanted to continue what we had started, regardless. I was a little nervous, but also aching for more. We were only kissing, anyway. Why should he complain about that?
Getting braver, I relaxed and began to enjoy myself. Sensing my change of mood, Jim took things a stage further. His hand reacquainted itself with my breast. I thought it was simply going to be a brief encounter, but his fingers lingered there, pulsing gently.
I listened for a complaint, a movement, an embarrassed cough, but there was nothing. Part of me desperately wanted to look over and see if he was watching us, but another part, the dirty devil within, dared me to go on.
Jim‘s lips broke from mine to meander across my cheek towards my ear, and I‘m sure the moan which escaped from his lips was deliberate.
I couldn‘t resist looking over again. The man had raised his head and was watching us, his expression blank.
He was not particularly good-looking, but he was certainly not ugly. His face had definitely seen more years than either of ours. If he had walked past me in a corridor, fully dressed, I probably wouldn‘t have taken any notice of him. His features simply weren‘t outstanding enough to demand attention, and clothing would have robbed me of appreciating that broad body of his.
Realising my attention lay elsewhere Jim looked round too, his cheek gently resting against mine. He did not move his hand from my breast.
The man regarded us both in silence for a moment, then he smiled, just a tiny upward movement of the edges of his lips. He raised an arm to rest his head on it, clearly wanting to observe us further.
Emboldened, we began to kiss each other again. My fingers played over Jim‘s chest. His hands roamed free, squeezing both of my breasts, then down to my thighs and round to fondle my behind, then up over my back to my shoulders. He slid one strap of my costume down.
I looked over again at our silent companion. His expression was unreadable, but a large bulge had formed in his previously flat towel, betraying what he was really feeling.
Nervous but excited, I allowed Jim to peel my costume down. My breasts quickly sprung free. I leaned my body weight backward slightly, so he could guide the tight fabric over the swell of my hips, then the costume slid down my legs and dropped to the floor. I was completely naked.
We had definitely crossed the line.
The man was completely still, watching us carefully. It was as though we were two little birds he wanted to study, and he was afraid the slightest movement might frighten us off.
With his arms locked around my body, Jim‘s mouth made love to my breasts. He sucked my hot nipples, then licked them, then sucked them some more, following each suction with that same, tantalising, undulating tongue action.
The barrier of fear was gone. I relaxed back against the wall and allowed the arousal to flood through me, an excitement magnified tenfold by the acquiescent presence of a stranger.
When my nipples were hard and tingling, Jim‘s mouth began to work its way down over my belly. I opened my thighs wide to allow his head entry and he rewarded me with that same gorgeous suckin
g and licking sensation on my engorged clitoris.
‘Oh ...’ we heard from the man‘s corner. His voice was shaking, trembling.
Jim‘s expert tongue worked its magic, bringing me to a quick orgasm. I couldn‘t stop my hips from thrusting back and forth against his face as I came with a burning new kind of gratification.
Our eyes met, we had played out our fantasy. Together our heads turned as one to look at our companion for his reaction. His erection was tenting the front of his towel, and he was making no effort to hide it. His eyes roved over my exposed body. His lips were parted like a man dying of thirst, who‘s suddenly spotted a pool of crystal clear water.
With Jim‘s silent blessing I moved over to his side. We made brief eye contact. We needed no words, words would lead to complication. I took hold of his towel and pulled it down, and as I did his stiff member sprung free up into the air.
I looked over my shoulder to see Jim‘s cock escaping over the top of his hastily lowered swimming trunks. He nodded eagerly at me.
The man was oblivious to Jim; his eyes were fixed on my breasts. I climbed up onto the bench to straddle his hot, sticky body, rubbing my moist crotch up and down his hairy thigh. His hands came up to grip my breasts firmly, tugging on them gently to encourage my body forward.
Jim‘s eyes were sparkling, alive with excitement. His own cock was rock hard, helped along by the slow wanking action of his wrist. He smiled broadly at me. ‘Go on,’ he growled, his voice low and guttural.
I manoeuvred my pussy over the man‘s erection and hovered above it, allowing my labial lips to gently kiss the burning head of his penis. I made him wait another second, then two, then I slowly lowered myself down onto his shaft. I savoured every inch of unfamiliar cock as it slid easily inside of me.
He gripped my breasts while I rode him until my thighs ached. I pumped his shaft hard, up and down, each downward thrust forcing an ‘Ah!’ of pure ecstasy from his previously silent lips.
I couldn‘t believe what I was doing, I was fucking a complete stranger right in front of my husband!
Red Hot Reads Three Page 5
