by Desconhecido
The guest bedroom door was partially open. The room Gina was using while she was there. I paused outside the door and looked in. A small nightlight was on, casting just enough yellowish light to illuminate the bed and surrounding area.
Gina lay face down on the bed, presumably fast asleep. She wore a light purple camisole with polka dots. It was bunched up above her waist, exposing her sexy ass and naked pussy.
I stood there for a long moment, contemplating my options. My wife was passed out downstairs. I was fairly certain she was out for the night. Gina seemed to be sleeping, but I didn’t believe she was. I had the feeling this was all part of her game. I could go to bed and possibly miss out on some action with my sister-in-law, or I could enter the room and take a chance that she might truly be asleep, in which case she might wake up and accuse me of taking advantage of her.
I decided I’d take the chance. I hated thinking I might pass up an opportunity I’d later regret, and while a part of me felt guilty for what I was doing behind my wife’s back, my hard dick was all the inspiration I needed to continue on.
I slipped into the room and closed the door behind me. I wasn’t sure she was really asleep, but even if she was only pretending, I wanted to play the game exactly the way she wanted to play it.
I moved to the right side of the bed and stared down at her. Her ass was gorgeous. Smooth cheeks with a perfect valley between them. I imagined what it would be like to spread those lovely cheeks apart and slide my cock into her ass.
Her eyes were still closed. I watched her for a moment, looking for some sign that she was only pretending to be asleep. She didn’t open her eyes and her breathing remained steady and shallow.
I stroked her smooth ass cheeks. She didn’t even flinch when I dragged a finger along the cleft between her ass cheeks and teased her puckered asshole with the tip of my finger.
With my free hand, I unzipped my pants and took out my hard-on. I wrapped my fist around it tight and began jerking off. I needed to come badly. I had to fight the urge to climb on top of Gina and slip my dick into her sweet pussy. She’d made it clear to me downstairs that intercourse was off limits.
What did she have in mind? I remembered the look she’d given me on her way upstairs. It had been a suggestive look, an invitation to something further, or was I simply engaging in a bit of wishful thinking.
I continued to rub her asshole with the tip of my finger as I slowly jerked my dick. She shifted slightly but didn’t “wake up.”
I took off my clothes and climbed onto the bed with her, still pulling on my cock as I leaned down and put my mouth on her pussy. I kissed her smooth, plump lips and worked my tongue between them to lick her pink labia. Sweet juice dribbled from her tight little opening and I lapped it up, all the while steadily pumping my cock. I pulled one of her plump lips aside, exposing more of her pink flesh to my tongue.
She shifted slightly, rubbing her pussy against my mouth. I released my cock so I could use that hand to pull her other pussy lip aside. I eased the tip of my tongue into her pussy and fucked her with it, pushing it as far in as it could go, then back out again, taking time every so often to lick her asshole.
She made a little moan. I teased her pussy lips with gentle flicks of my tongue. My hard-on pressed into the bed. I began to hump, rubbing my cock against her satin sheets. My nose nudged her between her ass cheeks and pressed against her taut asshole. The sweet, musky scent filled my senses, made me dizzy with lust.
I sat up and straddled her legs. My dick jutted in front of me at a forty-five degree angle. The head of it was smooth, pink, and throbbing. I grabbed hold of my cock and rubbed it between her legs, pressing it between her plump lips. Her slick juices made the inner lips of her cunt feel silky and hot. I nudged my cock head against her wet hole and eased into her.
She lay completely still as I fucked her. Now and then she would moan or shift slightly, but she remained passive, still pretending to be asleep.
I opened her legs a little, allowing myself easier access. The tight, hot grip of her pussy brought me to the edge in no time. I pulled out, wrapped it in one hand, and jerked a creamy explosion all over her ass.
I dressed quickly. She was still carrying on with her charade, but there was a slight smile on her face now. We shared a secret.
I checked on Jackie. She was sound asleep. I looked at her for several seconds, feeling a slight wave of guilt, and then I saw something that made me wonder. Her eyelids fluttered just a little, and on her face was the same knowing smile I’d seen on Gina’s face moments earlier.
I headed upstairs.
“Sweet dreams,” my wife called out to me.
I paused on the first step, shook my head in bewilderment, and said, “Goodnight,” as I headed off to bed.
Ocean Hideaway
I stood and looked out at the tranquil surface of the Pacific Ocean. I had a perfect view of the sun glistening on the gently rolling waves as they washed over the white-sand beach in front of the ocean house Sara and I had rented for the weekend. It really was about as close to Heaven as you could get on Earth.
I pulled myself away from the view, went into the kitchen to pour coffee, and then carried the coffee into the bedroom where Sara was just waking up.
She sat up and smiled at me in that sleepy way she does first thing in the morning. The sheet fell down, exposing two perfectly-formed breasts. Her nipples were hard.
“We’re in California,” I said, “I know you aren’t cold.”
I sat on the edge of the bed, leaned up and brushed my lips over Sara’s, then handed her coffee to her.
She took a sip. “Ah, better,” she said. “I’m starting to be able to see.”
She took another sip of coffee and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, then she leaned over to set the cup down on the nightstand. Her breasts gently swayed as she did. I reached out and cupped one, rubbing my thumb across the hard tip of her nipple. She moaned and turned to face me. Our lips met and I felt her tongue move across my mouth. I opened my mouth and gently sucked the tip of her tongue.
She pulled away, opened the top drawer of the nightstand, and brought out a bottle of baby oil.
“You need to rub me down,” she said.
I took the bottle with a smile. She kicked the covers off the bed and lay down on her stomach, completely nude and as beautiful as they come.
I tipped the bottle and squirted oil between her shoulders, watching as the clear, slick trail rolled down her back. I moved my hand lower, squeezing out more of the oil, making sure to cover the smooth, firm cheeks of her ass.
I set the bottle aside and got on my knees beside Sara, pressing my hand against her back to begin massaging the oil around. I worked my hands over her shoulders and brought them down her back, then I worked my way over the cheeks of her ass, letting my fingers slip between. The oil had run down the valley between her cheeks, making her slippery. I couldn’t tell where the oil ended and her natural arousal began.
I straddled her legs and continued rubbing oil onto her back, leaning down to kiss her neck periodically. I was wearing a loose pair of sleep pants, which was a good thing. If the pants had been any tighter, I wouldn’t have been able to hide the fact that my cock was hard and throbbing with need.
I brushed her hair aside and bent down to kiss her neck. My cock pressed against her and there was no hiding it.
“Having a hard time?” she asked playfully.
“A little bit,” I said.
I slid backward, dragging my hands down her back, over her waist, and then up onto the sexy curve of her bottom. I cupped my hands over her cheeks and began to massage them, digging my fingers into the soft flesh, really working on her. She shifted slightly and opened her legs a little wider, giving me a peek at the pink folds of her pussy.
I moved to her inner thighs, one hand on each, spreading oil over them. The tips of my fingers curved inward as I massaged her thighs, brushing the damp curls of soft hair around the lips of her pussy.
I reached for the bottle of oil, squirted some in the palm of my hand, and went to work on her legs. She rolled onto her back when I got to her feet. I took my time with them, working my thumbs over her arches and paying a lot of attention to each of her toes.
Sara has sexy feet. I brought one to my mouth. She pointed her toes, causing the muscles in her cheerleader legs to flex. I ran my tongue over the tips of her toes and kissed the top of her foot, then I put her big toe in my mouth and ran my tongue around it.
She giggled.
I took my mouth away. “Tickle?” I asked.
“It just feels weird,” she said.
I lifted her foot and placed a light kiss on the arch, then I took each of her toes into my mouth and sucked on it.
I knelt between her legs and grabbed the bottle of oil, tilting it above her breasts and letting the oil spill between them. I drew circles with it around each of her nipples, noting how the color of her nipples seemed to change with the state of her arousal. Earlier they had been a lighter shade of pink. They were darker now.
I set the oil aside and pressed my hands down on her slick tummy, smearing oil around as I worked my way up. My hands split off in different directions, each one slipping over a smooth breasts. Her slippery nipples rolled beneath the palms of my hands as I squeezed each tit, giving them the same massage treatment I gave every other part of her body.
My cock pushed against the front of my sleep pants now, so hard and eager that I couldn’t have hidden it in a burlap sack.
Sara reached down the front of my pants and wrapped her hand around my cock, giving it a firm tug.
“You might wanna let that thing breathe,” she said.
I smiled. She always made me smile, especially when she was being a cute smartass.
“ You might want to let it breathe,” I said.
“I just might do that,” she replied.
She released her grip on my cock and withdrew her hand.
“Go down on me,” she said.
I moved backward and slid my hands under her bottom as I lowered my head between her legs. She was wet and hot. I slid a finger into the moist heat of her pussy and moved it around, searching for her clit with the tip of my tongue as I did. The instant my tongue stroked the sensitive surface of her clit, Sara arched her back, pushing her excited pussy hard against my face and causing my finger to go all the way inside her.
I circled her clit a couple of times with my tongue as I pushed my finger in and out of her, then I took her clit between my lips and nibbled it.
She tasted sweet.
I withdrew my finger and ran my tongue between the pink, slippery folds of her vulva, teasing the outside of her opening before easing my tongue inside her.
She squirmed against me, pushing her ass down on my hands. I squeezed her cheeks tight and lifted her, bringing her pussy tight against my face and pushing my tongue deeper into her wet pussy.
I moved it around inside her, pulled it out, then slipped it back inside her, working it around and licking every inch of her.
I finally released my grip on her ass. She fell back on the bed, breathing heavy, her oil-slick breasts jiggling an invitation.
“Take your cock out,” she said.
Before I had a chance to respond, she reached up and pulled the front of my sleep pants down, releasing my erection. She sat up, running her sexy, slender fingers along the length of my prick, letting her thumb stroke the sensitive spot beneath the head of it.
She leaned up and teased the tip of it with her tongue, then she slowly slid her mouth over me and took just a couple of inches of my dick into her mouth, doing things to it with her tongue that should have been against the law.
She sucked with a slow, firm pressure that soon had me too close to the edge. I eased her off of me. My cock slipped from her mouth. She ran her tongue along one side of it and down the other, looking up at me as she did, her eyes so warm and full of hunger.
“Fuck me,” she said.
She turned around and got on her hands and knees. I knelt behind her and ran my hands up the backs of her legs, over her ass, pulling the soft cheeks apart to expose her most intimate places. I bent down and kissed her there, moving my tongue around, circling, tasting her…
She reached back and took my cock, guiding it into her from behind. Her pussy opened to take it in, then her warmth surrounded my cock as her pussy made itself tight around me.
I held her by her hips and moved slowly at first, filling her all the way with my cock, then coming all the way out before I filled her again.
I with drew a couple of times just to rub the head of my cock up and down between the lips of her pussy, teasing the slick folds of her vulva, pushing into her just enough to tease, and then pulling back until she was doing everything she could to get my dick inside her again.
She turned around and sat on my lap, sliding her pussy down on my cock and throwing her arms around my neck.
We kissed passionately, each of us taking turns with the other’s tongue. Hot, passionate kisses. Hungry with lust and need.
She came first, gasping and panting as the waves of her climax crashed over her like ocean waves on a stormy night.
Her breasts shook and the muscles in her stomach tightened as she drove herself down on my cock and began to circle her hips.
I moved her onto her back, careful not to break the rhythm of her orgasm, and when she was finished I let myself go.
The first hot spurt went inside her, and then I pulled out, grabbing hold of my cock as I straddled her and jerked off on her stomach.
We lay together for some time afterward, then had a quick shower and went outside, both of us still naked. There was a private cove right outside the door. No need for clothes. We had a fairly deserted strip of ocean-front property, and even if someone happened by and saw us, it wasn’t like being nude on the beach in California was something new.
Sara’s long, lean body glistened with the new coat of baby oil I’d applied. She laid out a blanket and stretched out to let the sun darken her skin.
I admired the view. It wasn’t long before I was lying next to her, stroking her nipples with one hand and fingering her with the other.
We made love right there on the beach. Waves washed up over the rocks and sprayed us with saltwater. I licked the drops from Sara’s nipples and then went down on her again, matching the movement of my tongue to the rhythmic lap of the waves washing over the sand.
This time we came together, my cock deep inside Sara, her long cheerleader legs wrapped tight around my waist.
We spent the rest of the day in our little cove, hidden away from the reality of the world, loving every moment we could steal away from it…
One Night in L.A.
I was coming out of an art supply store when someone called my name. I turned around and saw a man coming out of the same store, hurrying to catch up with me. He looked vaguely familiar. I thought he might be someone who worked in the store.
“You don’t remember me, do you?” he asked when he caught up to me.
I felt awkward, but I had to admit I didn’t recognize him.
“ L.A. The convention.”
Then it came back to me. He looked a little different now. His hair was longer and his tan was a little darker.
“Gary, right?”
“That’s me,” he said, smiling. “What the hell have you been up to?”
“Not a lot. What brings you to Chicago?”
“I moved here, believe it or not. An L.A. boy like me living in the Midwest. It still hasn’t sunk in all the way.”
If he was having a hard time with the idea sinking in, I was really wrestling with the concept.
“You feel like going for a drink or something?” he asked.
I told him I was pretty well booked for the week, but I took his number and said I’d get in touch with him. It was a lie, of course, but what was I supposed to say? I never told him I had a wife. I hadn’t expected to see him again. How
was I supposed to know he’d pack his bags and move to the same city where I live?
“I’ll look forward to seeing you,” he said, handing me a business card with his phone number on it.
After dinner that night, I went up to my studio and tried to work on a few of my sketches. My mind wandered back to that night in L.A. I was in town for a convention of west coast artists. Technically I’m no longer a west coast artist, but I had been living in San Diego in my early twenties, and a series of paintings I’d done at the time were still sought after at local art shows. I needed a vacation and decided a week in L.A. would do me good, plus I’d have the opportunity to promote some of my older works.
I was sitting in the hotel bar on my third night in town. I’d spent a long day taking in museums and other attractions, including the zoo and the planetarium. I was tired and thought I’d have a couple drinks before I called it a night.
Gary was sitting at the other end of the bar. I recognized him from the conventions. After about fifteen minutes, he came over and offered to buy my next round. That was about 8:00 p.m. We left the bar two hours later, and by that time, I’d had more than a few drinks.
We went to his room to continue our party. He had a bottle of good scotch tucked away in his suitcase. He opened it and we continued drinking. I had a good idea where it was leading, but I’d already thought it through. This was the perfect opportunity to satisfy my bi-curiosity.
The alcohol had loosened me up considerably, but not so much that I wasn’t aware of what I was about to do. When Gary casually suggested we take a shower, I followed him into the bathroom without hesitation. I watched him undress. It was an odd feeling. I’d seen naked men before, but never with the intention of having sex with any of them.
Gary bent over the bathtub and turned on the water, then he said, “You might want to take off your clothes before you climb into the water,” he said.
I undressed awkwardly. He was already standing under the hot spray of water, lathering his chest with soap. I climbed into the bathtub and he turned his attention to me, running the slippery soap over my belly and p to my chest, working it in slow circles over each of my nipples before traveling down again.
