Stimulation

by Kamilla Murphy

  Off they went.

  In the meantime Jen and Elliot were in the hot tub, each reflecting on how great the sex had been. He was at first chagrined about how he went for the eleven-year-old-girl ploy, embarrassed that his fantasy and subsequent enjoyment were so morally wrong. He wondered if Jen thought differently about him now that they’d coupled.

  Jen was trying to understand and separate her original fantasy of Elliot from fucking the man himself. Was the best orgasm she’d had in a long time due to the physical mating or was it just the idea of it? She came to her conclusion first. “Don’t fret over the girl-thing,” she said. “It was a bad idea from the start, but I don’t regret that we made love.”

  “I don’t regret that part, just how aroused I was at the beginning. It should have been about you and not a distant memory.” He leaned closer and took her face in his hands. “You’re a special woman for figuring out what I needed.”

  Jen almost lost it gazing into his intense eyes, but she pulled herself together and figured out what he meant. “You mean me taking the top? It’s my nature, I guess, although I do get it about your wife. Amy won’t take charge, will she? She’s like that in the office, too. I bet she just wants to lay there and cum, not really thinking about you. I saw that with her and Damian. It wasn’t about him either.”

  “Yeah, she’s not much of a giver in bed and by now it’s a drag on my libido. She can complain about me not wanting to screw but she won’t actually do anything about it.”

  He still had a hand on either side of her face, and so it was inevitable that their lips would come together. The kiss was passionate, intense, and arousing for both. Jen whispered croakily once their lips parted, “What would you like me to do to you… what Amy won’t?”

  He smiled and said, “Oral would be nice.”

  She smiled with him. “Yes, it always is.”

  Jen got him to sit on the rim of the hot tub and then settled between his legs. He was already hard. She teasingly kissed and licked the underside of his cock in a loving preview of what was to come. When she took him into her mouth she tasted the precum that was already beading at his tip. Jen was quite orally oriented, having been praised for her skill by both men and women. Brad said that eating food was a sex act for her, and commented that she always looked sexy doing it even though she didn’t overeat and obviously never put on weight. She didn’t simply slide Elliot’s cock into her mouth, she sucked it in—deep. She knew he wasn’t going to last long.

  Elliot’s groans intensified until he declared, “I’m gonna cummmmmmmmmm!”

  Jen hummed an acknowledgement, which had the effect of intensifying the sensation for Elliot by vibrating his cock via her throat muscles. He tensed and unloaded, and she fought the gag reflex and swallowed his entire load.

  As she coughed once and gasped for breath, he told her how amazing she was. “Maybe I’ve led a sheltered life,” he said with chuckle, “but that was by far the best blow job I ever got.” Another chuckle, “I don’t know how you do it.”

  She smiled and said, “Practice, practice, practice.”

  “Brad’s lucky then.”

  “If he’s so lucky why isn’t he the one here with me?”

  The mood grew serious as Elliot sunk back into the roiling water and took Jen into his arms. “I figure that this week I’m the lucky one.” He kissed her, oblivious to the semen still on her lips. She melted into him. The heat of the kiss was her response to his statement of luck.

  Chapter 8

  “Sure, we have our own personal shower you can use,” Alexa said to the panting duo when they found her. She led them there.

  The hot shower spray was only foreplay for Brad and Amy. In minutes, Brad had her hands on the wall and entered her from behind. As he thrust into her, naked Alexa entered the multi-head shower stall unseen by the busy copulating couple until she insinuated herself between Amy and the shower wall. Alexa fondled Amy’s tits as she made eye contact with Brad. He suddenly had the sensation that he was fucking both women, not one.

  Brad shouted, “Sweet Jesus, I’m cumming already!”

  Regardless of Brad’s orgasm, Amy didn’t cum until Alexa assaulted her clit while kissing her.

  “That’s what I meant,” Alexa said after they dried off. “You seem to be made for each other. It’s a wonder you’re not already sleeping together.”

  Amy clung to Brad. “What do you think, handsome? Do you think our spouses would go for a bed swap tonight?”

  “If they got it on today then how could they say no?”

  Alexa said, “If they don’t go for it I have room for you at my house. The big guy’s off on a shoot and I’m all alone. I don’t like being alone.”

  “A shoot?” Brad asked. “You mean like TV or something?”

  Alexa grinned and said, “It’s better than that. You should’ve figured out by now that with his body and being hung like he is that he might be in the movie business.”

  “You mean porn?”

  “That’s exactly what I mean. How do you think we can afford all this and our home?”

  Amy fondled Alexa’s breasts as she said, “Have you made any porn movies. You’d be a natural.”

  Alexa chuckled and said, “Yes, I’ve made a few but nothing major. I’d rather pick my own fuck-mates than let a director do it.”

  “Did you pick us, or was that your husband’s doing?”

  “He wanted you, Amy. He saw your body and made up his mind. I took a broader view, so to speak.”

  Brad chuckled, “By broader view I suppose it means that you focused on me or Elliot.”

  “How do you know it wasn’t your wife I lusted after?”

  “If it was, why didn’t you make a move?”

  “I sensed that my assets didn’t impress her as much as I’d hoped.”

  “Or as much as they impressed the hell out of me,” Brad said with a grin.

  “Yes, I can see your indicator,” Alexa murmured as she watched Brad’s dick reach full erection.

  The three proceeded to the bedroom. Brad watched expectantly as the women orally gave each other explosive orgasms. He was astonished (and almost shot his load) when Amy squirted a dollop of pussy juice over Alexa’s face. Letting the copious output drip from her chin, Alexa looked at Brad, and seeing his throbbing erection and dribbling pre-cum said, “You won’t last long enough for both of us. Take her. She still needs it, I think.”

  Amy dreamily nodded and spread her legs for Brad’s entry. When he plunged into her wet vagina the old saying of ‘a hot knife through butter’ came to mind; she was hot and she was slippery as hell. With her legs wrapped firmly around his ass, urging him on, he nailed her hard in a frenzied clash of slapping genitals. When Amy began to wail Alexa cupped Brad’s balls from behind and gently squeezed.

  “Oh God it’s gonna be a big one!” Brad bellowed.

  Alexa quickly flopped onto her back beside Amy and yelled, “Then give us a good shower!”

  Brad pulled out of Amy and proceeded to spray both gals with a hefty load of hot ejaculate, which they in turn daubed with their fingers and coated their own nipples playfully. Brad watched and groaned another “Oh God,” managing a couple more jets he didn’t know he had in him. The ladies giggled with glee.

  By the time Amy and Brad returned to the villa, Elliot and Jen had played around in the pool, made love twice and had multiple conversations of how what they both recognized as a good match might progress.

  “Do you think we can be together after this week?” Jen asked as they lay in bed and listened to the sounds made by their returning spouses.

  “I think you know how I feel. I’m liberated somehow when I’m with you, and it’s not just the sex or your body, regardless of my admitted fantasies.”

  “I know that now, and I’ll apologize again for teasing you and playing along with those fantasies. In just a couple of days I’ve come to know you better than I suspect your wife knows you. Maybe we both succumbed to the charms of shallow p
eople, and in speaking for myself I needed more in my marriage, and I figure you’ve yearned for more too.”

  “Okay, then what do we do when they return? Ask for divorces?”

  Jen though about it for a few seconds, “Let’s not get that far ahead. We’ll see what they say when they see us.”

  Brad appeared to be bothered more by them finding the duo in bed together. Amy seemed to look at it as an opportunity, saying “Why don’t we swap for the rest of the week since I guess we’ve already been doing that?”

  “Is that what you both want?” Elliot asked them, a bit nonplussed that teaser Jen picked that moment to palm his cock under the sheets. He figured that gesture was her response to the question.

  Brad may have been reluctant but he said, “I guess so. You two look like you’ve had fun, and certainly Amy and I have. Let’s look at the rest of the week as a pretend adventure. There’s no need to make any big decisions.”

  “Adventure, huh?” Jen purred. “If it looks and smells like swinging then I guess that’s what it is.” She hugged Elliot closer, and while still holding his thickening cock said, “We opened the genie’s bottle with our fantasies so let’s see where they go. And by the way, how are Damian and Alexa?”

  Amy smiled and said, “Oh, both of them are divine. Damian’s a porn actor, you know.”

  Jen said, “I figured he had to be with that dong, and all their money. I was sure it didn’t come from running a gym.”

  “Alexa hinted that I might have a chance to be with Damian in a movie.”

  “That’s special, Dear,” Elliot said with undisguised acerbity.

  “Honey,” Jen addressed her husband, “Why don’t you get the grill fired up for those steaks we have in the fridge. Elliot and I have some unfinished business to attend to before dinner. But leave the cooking to me, okay?” Jen stifled a laugh as she watched the duo leave the bedroom, figuring that she trusted neither one of them with any grilling of expensive beef. “I’m the steak now,” she said to Elliot. “Grill me.”

  Doggie style this time, Elliot pierced her nicely and while firmly holding her hips, increased the rhythm of his thrusts until she was screaming again in orgasm.

  In another part of the villa Amy knew the sound, remembering her frustration that first night as she heard Jen cum. However, as she gleefully remembered the sex with Damian there was little frustration remaining. Brad, on the other hand, wasn’t so immune to hearing his wife climax with another man.

  Later, the atmosphere at poolside was almost surreal. Jen, wearing an apron over her bikini, nonchalantly manned the grill while Brad and Amy tried to hold a conversation but failed. Elliot kept out of it as he watched Jen’s fantastically tight ass cheeks move sinuously in her thong.

  “Are we going to discuss this… situation… like adults,” Brad finally asked to break the awkward silence. “Swinging is one thing but this is a bigger deal.”

  As she pulled the steaks from the grill, Jen said, “What’s so big about it? You’ve already made the ‘big deal’ already by fucking both Amy and Alexa. You’ve made it clear to me where you stand, and I suppose that I’ve made myself clear where I stand too.” The last words were spoken while looking at Elliot.

  “We’re just having fun, indulging in our fantasies. Isn’t that what you’ve done too?” Amy said.

  With one more shared look between Jen and Elliot, Jen replied, “Opening my eyes to what I’ve been missing isn’t a fantasy, right darling husband?”

  “Cut it out, Jen,” Brad exclaimed. “If you’re missing out on something in our marriage bed why didn’t you ever say anything?”

  Reticent Elliot couldn’t remain silent any longer. “Maybe she’s talking about more than sex, Brad. I’ve seen that’s your focus in life but in a couple of days I’ve learned that when it comes to both sex and character, if I were married to this woman I wouldn’t think of another. So I guess you’re right; our ‘situation’ is a big deal.”

  “It’s always about sex,” Amy said as she curled up next to Brad at the pool’s fringe.

  Elliot muttered under his breath, “Yeah, only yours.”

  Jen subtly shook her head while looking at him. Elliot got the message: leave it alone, and let them decide. While they ate Jen and Elliot discussed their work.

  Amy and Brad discussed the Moores. “When I get home I’m going to see if I can find his videos,” Amy said with a laugh. “It’ll be like having a scrapbook of the vacation.”

  “Instead of seashells, a cock,” was Elliot’s comment.

  “You’re just jealous because he has way more than you.”

  “I guess that’s it,” he replied, suggesting no further discussion.

  Whether realizing the question’s impact or not, Brad took that moment to ask Amy, “Are we going back to the gym tomorrow? Alexa said we could go anytime while we’re down here.”

  “Sounds like a great idea. Maybe Damian will be back from his movie shoot.”

  Brad wasn’t so sure he liked that reaction, since he was hoping Amy would concentrate on him, especially since it appeared as if they’d be sleeping together that night. He was also bothered a bit by his wife’s casual reaction to the idea of a swap. Was she really falling for Elliot or was it a ploy to elicit jealousy? He thought Elliot was somewhat of a bore and couldn’t comprehend how fun-loving Jen could fall for a man like that. Well, he was going to enjoy Amy’s charms as long as he could, Damian be damned.

  The four of them tiptoed around each other the rest of the afternoon and evening. While Brad and Amy were in the hot tub Elliot and Jen watched a movie while occasionally talking about the future.

  “Are we making a mistake?” Elliot said. “I’ve had it with Amy, but are you ready to walk away from your marriage?”

  “I don’t know, Elliot. I really don’t.” She snuggled closer to him on the sofa. “I’ve always been a live-life-as-it-comes, spur of the moment gal, but you’re a revelation to me. You’re probably the first man I ever met that my crush was matched by the reality. Maybe I’ve always dreamed of deeper relationships than I end up with. I think you and I can work. We’ll just have to see how it works this week.”

  “Don’t doubt that you’re affecting me,” he said. “From the moment I met you I’ve sensed that you were a deeper person than the persona you sometimes portray, especially with my wife. I don’t have to touch upon your amazing sexuality either. Damn, I sound like an infatuated teenager.”

  She pulled him to her and kissed him deeply. Over a minute later, and with Elliot’s erection readily apparent, she pulled her lips and tongue away and said, “We’ve both been fooling ourselves into thinking we had to play-act to find love. If we stop fooling ourselves and just be us, I think you and I can be happy, even if we both end up in divorce court.” With a hand on his erection, she said, “They’re probably fucking in the hot tub. Why don’t we christen the pool?”

  Elliot happily followed her into the pool after they got naked, admiring her amazing lithe figure and tight ass before he easily slid into her well-lubricated pussy no pool water could interfere with. As he fucked her from behind while caressing her small, firm breasts he once more relished her sexual openness and spontaneity. Unlike Amy (his eyes were now open) none of it was an act or a means to an end. It was simply Jen and the ‘end’ for her agenda didn’t seem to ever be a hidden one. With Jen it seemed he didn’t mind taking the lead either.

  Much water splashed as they savored the wonderful orgasms neither previously imagined were possible.

  Unlike their spouses, Brad and Amy weren’t in any hurry to splash water. They relaxed in the hot tub and spoke periodically of where their respective marriages were headed, all the while lazily caressing each other in places that craved a caress.

  “Are you bothered that Jen is so open to sleeping with Elliot?”

  Brad answered, “Not bothered by it exactly. I just don’t understand it. I mean, I’m assuming Jen’s allure to him is rooted in his fantasy thing about the girl, but ex
cept for things she’d said to you about a crush I can’t see what she sees.”

  Amy, with a firm grip on his swelling member said, “You’re letting it bother you. Don’t. Unless you’re having second thoughts about me. Are you?”

  “Oh no, Amy. I’m having primary thoughts about you.”

  “Ah, something tells me you’re primarily interested in fucking me again.”

  “Yeah, you’re holding that something.”

  “And it’s ready.”

  “Climb on top like Jen did that first time the three of us were in here.”

  “How about we go to bed instead so you can use that talented tongue of yours on my little pussy cat.”

  Brad didn’t lose any of his stiffness as he watched her dry off and jiggling those amazing tits of hers before they headed to what had been Brad and Jen’s bedroom. Along the way the sight of her ass leading him there was an added bonus. She jumped onto the bed and immediately spread her legs for him. He went down on her, licking and sucking her clit until she moaned and grew wet. He was ready to stop the cunnilingus and fuck her but she begged for more. He wondered if what might be foreplay was turning into the main course, an ironic metaphor since he was ‘eating’ her. The thought made him smile otherwise he kept right on nibbling until she squirmed and cried out in orgasm.