Nexus Confessions

by Various

‘I always wondered what turned him on. Not me, that’s for certain.’

  ‘How do you mean? You . . .’

  ‘No, it wasn’t . . . it wasn’t quite like I said with me either. The first bit, yes, but when we got up on the cliffs he couldn’t do it. He said it was the wind, which was quite cold, but he couldn’t get hard. I did everything I could, sucked him, let him put it between my breasts . . . He just couldn’t. It was the same all the time we were going out. He just couldn’t do it.’

  ‘So you never had sex with him at all?’

  ‘No, and nor did Becky. Looks like it was just you.’

  I nodded, unable to bring myself to tell her I’d made it all up as well.

  – Jo, Cambridge, UK

  What We Did On Our Holidays

  I’ve always known that my wife is out of my league, really. I’m older than she is and I’m very average looking, while she’s a true beauty, bright and clever, and an obviously sexy woman. I suppose a lot of people would say she only married me because I have a bit of money, and I can give her a good life in material terms. But I know that my Ginny isn’t like that. She doesn’t have a mercenary bone in her body. And, despite the difference in our ages and the fact that I’m not the world’s greatest sexual performer, she still loves me for myself and would never leave me.

  For many years, though, I felt guilty about my deficiencies and, even though Ginny never complained, I would shower her with gifts and clothes and holidays to try and compensate for our less-than-dazzling sex life. Ginny’s no fool, though, and I could tell she knew what I was doing. She always accepted everything I lavished on her with genuine sweetness and gratitude, and responded lovingly in bed in order to make me feel better about myself.

  However, just recently, during our last holiday, I found a new way to give her everything she needs, both materially and sexually. A way that satisfies some new needs of my own at the same time.

  It all happened when we booked into a secluded luxury hotel, miles from anywhere, for a short break to celebrate a recent financial success. A business colleague had recommended it to me, after I’d noted how fit and contented he was looking when I hadn’t seen him for a while.

  ‘You ought to try it, David,’ he’d said, giving me a heavy wink, which surprised me, as I’d always thought of him as a sober, no nonsense sort of chap. ‘It’ll give you a new lease of life, man. Really spice up your love life, if you know what I mean?’

  Despite the fact that there isn’t a hotel on earth that can give me a bigger dick and a longer-lasting erection, I booked a few days there for Ginny and myself the following week. Even if it didn’t do anything for us in the sexual department, I was still looking forward to the superb gourmet food, the elegant suites, and the beautiful landscaped hotel grounds that my friend had also highly praised.

  The place certainly wasn’t a disappointment in terms of décor and facilities. It had a fantastic Art Deco look, understated yet stylish, and I could tell that Ginny was thrilled with it. She was in high good humour and gently flirtatious with waiters, barmen and fellow male guests alike, and seeing the way that they all admired her and lusted after her seemed to put a bit more lead in my pencil for a change. On the morning of our first full day there, we had our best and most satisfying fuck in ages. Years in fact . . . I didn’t last quite as long as I would have liked to but, even so, I got Ginny part-way there, and I thoroughly enjoyed watching her finish herself off afterwards with a vibrator. I’ve always loved the way that she’s so natural and uninhibited in the bedroom, even though in company she always behaves like a lady.

  Later on, with me feeling pretty pleased with myself, we went for a swim in the hotel’s large, well-appointed pool. It was obvious to all around that Ginny had recently had an orgasm. She had a deliciously sensual and seductive look to her. A real glow. Her cheeks were pink and adorably rosy, and she had a naughty sparkling twinkle in her eye. In her tiny bikini her body looked like that of a goddess, with stiff nipples crowning her lovely rounded breasts. Her long thighs, her flat belly and her sumptuous peachy bottom were all beautifully displayed too in the minute cotton thong of her abbreviated swimsuit.

  There were lots of men around the pool, including a very tall, beefy, and darkly handsome lifeguard. I was sure that every single one of them was checking her out, ogling her charms and noting that one or two frisky little pubic hairs had escaped the confines of her thong. As we took in the sun I was forced to lie on my front because the idea of her taking the tiny little garment off altogether and showing more than a dozen men her silky beautiful pussy had me unexpectedly hard again, even though we’d recently had sex. Even a few cocktails didn’t spoil the effect. In fact they helped.

  As I got slightly tipsy, my imagination got wilder, and I pictured Ginny being fucked by all the men around the pool. One after the other they put it to her, ending with the big, well set-up pool attendant, who made her howl and squirm with the pleasure of a string of wild, intense orgasms.

  I was just considering throwing a thick towel over myself and seeing if I could get away with having a swift wank underneath it when a ripple of interest seemed to cascade around the edges of the pool like a silent Mexican wave. Heads went up and there was a muted mutter of sound as a man and woman came down the steps from the hotel and made their way towards a couple of sun loungers adjacent to where Ginny and I were lying.

  The new female arrival was dark haired and statuesque, nowhere near as pretty and shapely as my Ginny, but still vibrantly attractive in an obvious, tarty way. She had enormous breasts and a very big, slightly sagging bottom, but even so she was still pretty much sex on two legs. And, despite her generous figure, her bikini was of the ‘dental floss’ variety and even more minuscule than the one my slender wife was wearing. I could see that the eyes of all the men were as good as glued to this woman’s every movement – especially when she lay down on her back, without her bikini top. Her breasts slid sideways a bit but, even so, her nipples were the biggest and darkest I’ve ever seen, crowning her ample curves like a pair of perky Black Forest cherries.

  We knew that the guy with her was her husband as we’d seen them sitting together at dinner the night before and heard the waiter refer to them as Mr and Mrs So and So. He was a pretty average guy, slightly younger than me, and from the state of his trunks I could see that he found the sight of his wife as good as naked in public a tremendous turn-on.

  I must admit that I found the dark woman arousing too, and that made me feel more than a little guilty when my own lovely wife was right beside me, just inches away. But, to my surprise and relief, when I glanced at Ginny, she seemed amused rather than cross, and she just gave me a grin and shook her head in mock despair. This reaction – so generous and understanding – just made me realise all over again what a fabulous woman she is and how bloody lucky I am to be married to a gem like her.

  After a few minutes spent fantasising about Ginny and the big-breasted newcomer getting it on together, I was just considering a swim to cool off my rampant thoughts when one of the other male guests strolled across to the lounger next to the dark-haired woman. He sat down on the opposite side from her husband and nearest to us and immediately began to chat her up, totally ignoring her spouse’s existence.

  No, that’s not quite right. He didn’t ignore the husband completely. In fact he actually looked straight at the guy once or twice, with a pitying, almost sneering expression on his face. I couldn’t quite hear the conversation, but the brunette obviously liked what her admirer had to say and soon they were laughing and joking together in an openly sexy way.

  Then, as I – and the rest of the assembled guests – watched closely, the new man, who was really quite middle-aged and balding and in much worse shape than either me or the brunette’s husband, reached out and started fondling one of her big round breasts.

  And then it was as if that wave went round the pool again. There was a sort of collective grunt of appreciation as if an entertainment that everyone had been wai
ting for was just about to start.

  The big brunette, for her part, seemed delighted by the new turn of events. As the balding guy squeezed and rolled her ample flesh around, using his fingers and thumbs pretty vigorously, she started wriggling on her lounger and scissoring her thighs together in obvious arousal. A second later, she was squeezing her other breast herself with one hand, and had slid the other hand inside her tiny bikini bottoms. She was clearly playing with herself and it looked as if there was a small animal burrowing around beneath the abbreviated triangle of fabric.

  I could barely believe what I was seeing but, on glancing quickly around, I discovered that the other guests didn’t seem surprised at all. Some of them were even getting up in order to move closer and get a better view of the floorshow. Obviously this was what my friend had meant when he’d said that a trip to this hotel would spice up the love life. Uninhibited sexual behaviour was clearly one of the special attractions not listed in the lavish brochure.

  I couldn’t help wondering what the husband thought of all this and, when I managed to tear my eyes away from the voluptuous sight before us, I stole a quick glance at him. He was gazing fixedly at his writhing wife, and the man still feeling her up, and there was a strange combination of lust and shame on his face. What’s more, his hand was firmly clamped to his crotch, kneading furiously at his cock through his nylon trunks.

  Oh God, I knew exactly how he felt!

  Fortunately Ginny and I were near enough to the ‘performing’ couple to get a grandstand view of the proceedings, and the guests who were gathering around them were considerate enough not to block our line of sight.

  It didn’t take long for the dark-haired beauty to whip off her thong and spread her legs wide open for the delectation of her hypnotised audience. Given her obvious predilection for displaying her charms, it didn’t surprise me that her pussy was completely shaven and, when she drew her legs right back and literally opened herself up like a clam shell, every last detail of her sexual topography was clearly visible. She was dripping wet, and she began to tease her clit in slow, circling strokes. Her admirer was still handling her breast pretty enthusiastically, but he had his cock out of his trunks now and, as we watched, entranced, he knelt down beside his paramour and began to rub himself against her breast, mashing her soft flesh against his erection and masturbating with it.

  All this was honestly the hottest thing I had ever seen, far more sizzling than even the most explicit porn video, not least because it was taking place as Technicolor live action in front of us. And not only was the woman groaning and the man panting and muttering profane encouragement to her, I could swear I could smell the raw, pungent scent of cunt over the tang of chlorine from the pool, my own sun lotion, and Ginny’s familiar floral perfume.

  By now I had to have a wank and, sliding my hand between my stomach and the surface of the lounger, I grasped my aching tool. I thought I was being pretty daring but, on looking quickly around, I realised I was probably the most circumspect man in the entire assembly. Several blokes now had their cocks out of their trunks or shorts and were openly masturbating. And it didn’t take long before a guy right next to the naked woman let out a loud cry, jerked his hips, and came all over her. The spunk jetted out in an arc and landed right on her glistening pussy, as I guess was his intention. I saw her smile in a slow, sluttish way and massage it lasciviously into her own juices as she continued to rub herself.

  A moment later, as another man stepped forwards to stand over the writhing hussy, I experienced a huge pang of guilt.

  I was simply loving the sight of all this . . . but what was my Ginny thinking of it?

  I hardly dared look at her but, when I snuck a quick glance her way, I got the surprise of my life.

  Ginny was masturbating too. She’d slid her hand in between her tummy and the lounger’s mattress and her delicious bottom was lifting very discreetly beneath the towel that was spread strategically across her lower body.

  Great minds think alike!

  I’d expected her to feel a bit uncomfortable seeing all this licentious behaviour in broad daylight but, even though her cheeks were an even prettier pink than before, I could tell that it was from arousal not embarrassment. I caught her eye and gave her a quick wink, which she instantly returned, and then a moment later she continued her secret fun. I expect that if the brunette and her swains hadn’t been putting on such a spectacular – and by now very loud – performance, some of the gathered men might have noticed what Ginny was doing and clustered around her instead. But, as it was, all eyes remained locked on the main event. Including Ginny’s. And even as I saw her shapely little toes curl up, and her face flush even brighter, she nodded towards the ménage and bade me observe it too.

  Oh Christ, what I’ve done to deserve such a sweet and sexy wife, I really don’t know!

  By now there were several more active participants. Our writhing amateur porn star had abandoned her own breasts and pussy and now held a sturdy, gleaming cock in each of her hands. She was rubbing away enthusiastically at the one in her right, while the guy whose dick was in her left had his fingers folded around hers and was more or less just using them as a masturbation aid. Several other guys were simply wanking in her general direction, and one enterprising fellow now had one hand between her legs and was diddling her enthusiastically while he played with himself with the other.

  Until then, I’d never seen quite such a scene of debauchery in my life. Not even in my fantasies. And I wondered what the dark-haired woman’s husband was thinking and feeling. What emotions did the sight of his wife being used and played with and wanked over by so many other men inspire in him?

  Tearing my eyes away from her bucking body, I looked over at him. He was puce in the face, panting like a racehorse, and just about to come himself. His trunks were round his ankles and he had his fist clamped around what looked like an alarmingly tiny dick. Even as I watched, he let out a whimpering cry and ejaculated, his rather sparse emission not even reaching his wife’s body, but just spattering unnoticed on the muscular calf of one of the men who was gathered around her.

  I could really feel for him. I’d experienced some of those same ambiguous desires and yearnings myself.

  The thing was, he was getting off on the lurid sight of his woman being pleasured by men who were much younger, more handsome and far better endowed than he was. Putting myself in his place, I imagined the strange turbulent sensation of both dying of shame and mortification and the sensation of inferiority . . . and at the same time experiencing exactly the thrill I’d been craving for a long time.

  At that moment, I had a sudden huge desire to see Ginny being groped and fondled and serviced by the same band of studs that were enjoying the buxom brunette. I wanted to see her throwing herself about, her pussy glistening with come while she shouted and cursed and climaxed in a state of ecstasy that my pathetic equipment and performance were never likely to induce.

  It was illogical. It didn’t make sense. But I longed for it. God, how I longed for it!

  And just that longing was the thing that finally tipped me over.

  Beneath my towel I shot my load into my trunks.

  When I finally got my breath back and was able to think straight again, events had escalated over on the adjacent sun lounger . . . and the sight that met my eyes would have stiffened me all over again, if I hadn’t just emptied myself so comprehensively.

  The brunette beauty was being fucked now. Well and truly rogered. One enterprising fellow had hauled her bodily right to the end of the lounger and then, kneeling on the stone flags, had inserted himself into her and slung her legs clean over his shoulders. Holding her securely by the hips he was shoving and thrusting hard, in a fast, furious rhythm. And, judging by the way her heels were flailing, she was having the time of her life.

  She wasn’t able to express her delight in vocal terms, however, because another man’s cock was stuffed into her mouth.

  This guy was kneeling beside the lo
unger, hips angled forwards, and had drawn her head and upper body towards the side of the mattress, allowing her to suck him. I could clearly see her cheeks hollowing and her throat undulating as he worked himself in and out between her stretched and salivating lips.

  The entire tableau was both grotesquely animal, and simultaneously an astonishing, searing turn-on. Three bodies jerking and thrusting and pumping and writhing. Sometimes they achieved a bizarre state of perfect syncopation. At other times they were just an ugly jumble of limbs, cocks, arses, breasts and pubic hair.

  I was just on the point of starting to touch myself again, to see if I could rouse my own sticky semi-interested cock into another full erection, when I felt the soft touch of a hand upon my shoulder.

  ‘Come on, David, let’s go,’ whispered my Ginny. She was crouching by my lounger, and had already gathered up her few belongings.

  For a moment I felt another surge of guilt. Despite her previous show of interest, the orgy that was going on a few feet away had obviously become just that bit too much for her to cope with. She is a sexy, broadminded woman and never criticised anyone for their sexual preferences, but there is a limit to what even the most liberal person could tolerate. And she’d just reached it . . .

  Right, time to go. I’d had more than enough fun for one afternoon. I mustn’t be greedy.

  But then I looked into her eyes. And what I saw there made my cock leap to full, miraculous attention. She had a bright, wild expression on her face and her lovely cheeks were still furiously flushed. ‘Let’s go back to our room,’ she continued huskily. Her smile only widened when I stood up and she saw the damp patch on the front of my trunks and the newly rising bulge.

  She didn’t have to ask again and, despite the increasingly frantic activity on the nearby sun lounger, I’d suddenly lost interest in the brunette and her multiple lovers. Ginny and I as good as ran back to our room and, almost before the door was shut, we’d stripped off our suits and were fucking.