Coaxing me back against the couch, he climbed on top of me. I nuzzled my face in his neck and tasted the skin there, slightly salty with sweat and deliciously macho. I undid the buttons of his shirt and saw the smooth expanse of his bronzed chest, with tiny hard brown nipples that I flicked with my tongue. He tossed his head back as I licked him and grunted his approval. Then he looked back down at me and slid my dress up over my head in one move, leaving me in just my soaking-wet thong.
He lowered his head to my breasts and slowly sucked each nipple in turn into his mouth, his tongue making circles around the areolas and his teeth dragging along the crinkled nubs. He buried his face between my breasts and I pressed my flesh against his ears, playfully holding him captive there. He broke free and slid his tongue down my flat belly to my damp thong, resting his nose on my crotch and inhaling deeply.
“Delicioso,” he said with a deep sigh and then pulled my thong down, revealing shiny wet pussy lips all plump and juicy for him to suck. Marco rubbed his face against my soft brown curls and kissed around my whole mound. Then, finally, his wet tongue slithered between my pussy lips and found my clit, which hardened under his tongue’s hot ministrations. With every lick I felt my orgasm building in my belly. I bucked my hips up to meet his face, trying to push his tongue harder against my clit, but he held my hips down and forced me to endure this incredibly sweet, slow torture.
Marco pushed two fingers deep inside my vagina and fucked me with them while still sucking on my clit. I closed my eyes, imagining him licking me the way he sucked the pit of the cenapa, and I shuddered as my orgasm washed over me in a tidal wave of pleasure. I held his head firmly between my thighs as my orgasmic quivers eventually melted away.
He moved up my body and kissed me, coating my lips with the taste of my nectar. I reached down to unzip his pants and he helped me pull them off. His cock sprang hard and thick from his underwear, and it hovered above my face. I saw the drop of pearly pre-come on the cockhead and eagerly licked it off, savoring the tangy taste of it before taking as much of him into my mouth as I could. He was straddling my chest by now and I reached between his legs to cup his balls, rolling them in my hand. He moaned as I managed to stuff nearly his whole cock down my throat. I grabbed his asscheeks, urging him into a thrusting motion, and soon he was fucking my face as I massaged his ball sac.
I ran my hand from his balls back between his asscheeks and dipped a fingertip into his hot asshole. He lurched forward in a final thrust and sent a torrent of hot sticky come down my throat. As he pulled out of my mouth, a few drops of his cream spilled over my lips and down my chin, and I licked them off my face as he leaned in to kiss me, helping me get every last drop of his passion.
The taste of his come just got me more excited to fuck him. We flipped over so that I was on top, and after sucking him back to full hardness, I eased my dripping pussy down over his cock until it was buried inside me to his balls. I rocked slowly back and forth until my clit was buzzing. Marco grabbed hold of my hips and moved me back and forth on his cock.
The pressure of my clit against his groin sent my orgasm spiraling through me, but I kept riding him, and when it faded away, I lifted off him and rubbed my pussy juice over my tight asshole. Then I slid my butt slowly down over his rigid cock. It took a few seconds to wedge him into my rear passage, but soon he was firmly implanted in my ass. He thrust upward, driving his cock deeper into my ass, and I cried out my pleasure when he shot a load of hot come inside me.
I rolled off Marco and we held each other there on the couch, listening to the ecstatic cries coming from the bedroom. We laughed happily knowing that our friends were having as much fun as we were. After a short rest, Marco took hold of my hand and led me out to the balcony. He held me close and I looked up at the opalescent moon, knowing that I was exactly where I wanted to be.
—C.V., New York, New York
TOUR GUIDE IN JAMAICA SHOWS MARRIED COUPLE BEST PLEASURE SPOTS
When we looked out on the early morning horizon, the clear blue waters of the Caribbean sparkled. Judith, my wife, and I strolled along the beach in search of the perfect spot to take in the beauty of Jamaica. We settled on a spot that offered some seclusion from the other tourists and locals. After getting ourselves settled, we ran toward the water’s edge. We jumped in and swam twenty feet from the beach. As we stood in chest-high water, Judith slipped her hands into my swim trunks. Wearing a smile, she stroked me to near orgasm, then submerged her body underwater and took my cock into her mouth. She sucked me until I was about to explode, then popped up out of the water.
Judith reached under the water and wiggled out of her bikini bottom and threw it at me. As I was about to throw it back at her, she leaped out of the water and I caught her in midair. She wrapped her arms around my neck and inserted her tongue deep inside my mouth. She wrapped her long legs around my waist and my cock brushed up against her vulva. As she kissed me, I palmed her ass and steered her pussy to where I could stick my cock inside it.
It was pure joy to feel the warmth of her pussy. I grabbed her by the waist and pulled her into me at a rapid pace. As the warm sun beamed down on my shoulders, I pounded her with great speed. She gave a loud scream as I pulled out of her and my semen squirted in the water. She smiled and kissed my lips. “I love you so much,” she whispered.
We made our way back to the beach and relaxed for an hour or so, taking the occasional swim. Judith wanted to see the marine life of the Caribbean, so she suggested we go out on a glass-bottomed boat. We approached the first boat that was advertised and asked the captain if he could take us out.
“No problem, mon,” was his reply.
We hopped on board and then he steered the boat out to sea. He came to a coral reef and pointed down at the glass bottom. We saw all kinds of fish. Later, out on the horizon, I saw a deserted island and asked who owned it.
“I don’t think anybody owns it,” was his answer. After a brief pause he asked if we would like to go there.
“Not today,” I told him, “but can we count on you to take us out there tomorrow?”
“No problem, mon.”
Back on the beach, I paid the captain for the ride. We gathered up our belongings and headed back to the hotel. When we reached the room Judith strutted over to the bed and took off her swimsuit. Now fully nude, she sat on the bed, opened her legs, and smiled.
“Do you want some more, big boy?” she offered as she placed herself on her back and covered her pussy with her hand. She inserted her middle finger inside her pussy. Smiling, I moved toward the bed and began licking her sex. I teased her clit and ran my tongue up and down her dripping-wet slit. I sucked and kissed and poked at her pussy until she came. As I lapped up her love juices, I looked at the clock and realized that we were going to be late getting to Dunn’s River Falls, one of Jamaica’s main tourist attractions.
As we fumbled around the room putting on shorts and T-shirts, we gathered up a change of clothing and swimwear to take for the day trip. A receptionist with a Jamaican accent rang our phone to remind us that the shuttle bus was waiting outside the hotel. We threw the things in a bag and raced downstairs and onto the waiting bus. We found a seat behind a few other tourists and the driver took off, steering through the narrow streets of Montego Bay.
The one-and-a-half-hour drive to Ocho Rios didn’t seem all that long because a beautiful young woman in a tight red dress with a nice smile talked about the different sites we passed along the road.
“I see you like that woman in the red dress,” Judith said. “You may just get lucky after all.”
I had no idea what my wife meant, and since I was at a loss for words I didn’t respond. My eyes stayed glued to the woman in red as she spoke about the history of Jamaica. When we reached our destination, I got off the bus thinking that Judith was walking behind me. Suddenly I got a feeling that she wasn’t, so I turned around and saw her engaged in a conversation with the woman in red. When my wife joined up with me I asked her what was up.
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“You’ll see,” she said mysteriously.
The pristine water rushed down the rocks of Dunn’s River Falls and emptied out into the pale blue waters of the sea. Judith and I and quite a few others followed the tour guide as he climbed up the small boulders of the falls. Water cascaded down the hill and soaked our swimsuits, giving us some relief from the tropical heat. Judith’s nipples poked through her bikini top and her tits jiggled when she hoisted her hands to pull back her wet hair.
We looked at each other with hungry eyes, so we made our way to a bathroom. As we entered a stall in the men’s restroom, Judith took off her bikini bottom and bent over. I entered her pussy from behind and worked her to climax. As she came, I held her quivering body in my arms. All eyes were on us as we strolled out of the bathroom arm in arm and slowly walked back to the bus.
“I enjoyed that,” I said breathlessly.
“I always enjoy you,” she replied happily. “You’re also going to love your surprise.”
“What surprise?” I asked.
“What’s the one thing you’ve always wanted to do with me?” my wife asked with a smile.
“You don’t mean . . .” I said with great astonishment. “You’re kidding me.” Judith had always promised me that she’d do a threesome, but she was very concerned about the third party—at least till that day.
On the drive back to Montego Bay, the woman in the tight red dress sat behind us, and on occasion I’d turn around and smile at her. When we got back to the hotel, Judith and I went up to our hotel room and took a shower together. After the shower, we snuggled together in bed and fell asleep.
At daybreak, Judith woke before me and hurried me along so we wouldn’t miss the glass-bottomed boat trip to the small deserted island off the coast of Jamaica. We made our way to the dock and jumped aboard the ship. With a pleasant smile on his face, the captain said, “Good morning, sir. Ready for your ride?” He chuckled and winked at my wife.
He steered the boat out to the small island and docked. Judith and I told the captain when he should return to pick us up, then we laid our beach towels on the sand and quickly worked our way out of our clothing. I flipped her on her back and shoved my cock deep inside of her. As I got a rhythm going, I saw a shadow quickly approaching that startled me. I turned to see the smiling face of the woman who’d worn the red dress. She came out of the bushes in her birthday suit!
“Surprise!” Judith said.
The woman reached down, grabbed my ass, and introduced herself as Nina. She kissed my ass and touched Judith’s tits. Nina lay next to Judith and opened her legs, exposing her hairy bush. I looked over at Nina’s smiling face as I continued fucking my wife. I inserted my middle finger inside of Nina and massaged her clit.
As I was nearing orgasm, I pulled out of Judith and rolled over onto my back. Now the two women got on top of me. Judith lowered her tight ass to my face while facing Nina, who was guiding her tight pussy onto my stiff cock. The two wet pussies started throbbing as I licked one and fucked the other. As I licked my wife’s clit, I heard the sounds of lips smacking. The women were kissing.
Judith ground her pussy down hard on my face as Nina bounced faster on my cock. As I was coming, both women gave out a shrill moan. They held each other as I exploded deep inside Nina. After a short break, the three of us started touching one another until we were ready to fuck again. I had the women get on all fours side by side and then I moved from pussy to pussy, doing each doggy-style.
After our escapade, we sat around and talked until the boat arrived. Nina hopped aboard for the ride back to land. (I later found out that our captain was in on the whole thing as he had dropped Nina off on the island before picking up my wife and me.) Nina went her way while Judith and I went back to the hotel. We did not make love that night, but we fell into peaceful slumber.
The next morning, the receptionist woke us to remind us that the shuttle van would soon be arriving to take us to the airport. On the flight back to the States, I looked over at my wife and smiled. “How did you manage to get Nina to agree to a ménage à trois?” I asked.
“Walter, you can get anything you want in Jamaica. Besides, a woman never reveals her secrets.”
—W.H., Bloomington, Indiana
HORNY SERVICEMAN AND HIS HOT WIFE IN JOYOUS CELEBRATION OF HIS RETURN HOME
My husband, James, recently spent four months away from home performing military duties. We are a very sexually oriented couple, so being apart for so long a time nearly drove us both crazy. We decided to make his homecoming a special one: a weekend of sexual adventures and exotic moments in one of the most romantic cities in the world, Paris.
Our trip started in Germany with a four-hour train ride to Paris. Fortunately, the modern train was equipped with four large bathroom stalls, which we discovered soon after finding our seats. As the train departed for France, James and I hurried to one of the restrooms, locked the door, and kissed passionately, groping at each other like the sex-hungry couple we were. Immediately, I could feel the big bulge in my husband’s jeans, and I rubbed it firmly as I pulled up his T-shirt to lick at his tiny nipples. It felt so wonderful just to be touching him sexually again.
James, in turn, unzipped my pants and started rubbing my tingling cunt through my already-soaked panties. I couldn’t remember ever wanting him so much! He continued stroking me as I wriggled free of my pants, kicking them out of the way. Grabbing my ass, he pulled me to him and rubbed his big bulge against my wet underpants. Then, stepping back, he jerked down his zipper and hauled out his cock, which I started stroking immediately. Perhaps it was sheer horniness clouding my thinking, but I couldn’t remember him ever being so long and so hard!
Yanking down my panties, James pushed me up against a wall and quickly got my shirt off. He sucked on my pert nipples, mumbling something about how much he’d missed them. Then, lifting one of my legs up, he slid his beautiful cock up into my pulsating cunt. Gasping with pleasure, I threw my arms around his neck and wrapped my legs around his waist, holding on tight as he worked my pussy up and down his hot cock, his strong hands firmly gripping my asscheeks.
I moaned into his neck, relishing the feel of his cock inside me after four long months. I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold off coming for long, and I was right. I pushed down hard on his cock, my pussy tightening around it as I was overwhelmed by one of the strongest orgasms I’d ever had in my life. It was all I could do to keep from screaming out my joy for everyone to hear.
My husband continued to lift me up and slam me down on his dick until he exploded inside me, holding me still as his come shot up into my cunt. His whole body was quivering as he came, and the feel of his hot cock throbbing inside me started me coming again. It was the most gratifying sex we’d had in a long time.
We put ourselves together and exited the restroom. We got a few knowing smiles as we made our way to our seats, but I didn’t care. In fact, I liked the idea that some of the other passengers knew what my husband and I had been up to. Having just been soundly fucked after doing without my man’s cock for so long, I felt deliciously decadent.
We continued on our way, arriving in Paris more or less on schedule. We found the bed-and-breakfast where we had reserved rooms and settled in. It was an old, quaint inn with a beautifully decorated lobby. Our room had a large feather bed with a comforter and pillows. Lying on a small table on the balcony, which offered a nice view of the most intoxicating city I’d ever seen, was a bouquet of fresh flowers.
After unpacking and freshening up a bit, we went downstairs to the café on the first floor where we enjoyed a light lunch of bread, meat, cheese, and fruit washed down with a glass of wine. Following an afternoon of shopping downtown, we returned to the inn to change for dinner. I felt like a queen as I dressed in a short cotton skirt and matching T-shirt and sandals. With the weather warm and breezy, I felt no need for anything else, not even underwear.
After a delicious meal, we decided to visit a pub across the street. Candles di
mly lighted the interior and we were led to a table for two in a corner. The crowd was moderate with just the right amount of noise and commotion. After being served our drinks, I slipped off one of my sandals and caressed the insides of my husband’s legs and his crotch with my foot. He responded by moving his chair next to mine.
I was getting excited as he snaked his hand up under my short skirt to my naked pussy, which he stroked teasingly. When I couldn’t stand it anymore, I swung my legs up over his so as to give him better access to my aroused sex. It looked as if we were having a very intimate conversation. James unzipped his pants to reveal a wide-awake cock staring right up at me. I wet my fingers with some of my cunt juice and then started stroking my husband’s erect cock, trying very hard not to be too obvious.
Right there, in the pub, we masturbated each other, James’s fingers playing in and around my cunt while I continued to work my hand up and down his throbbing manhood. We kissed, sucking on each other’s tongue. And then suddenly I was choking back a moan of delight as I came. My husband came seconds later, and I was able to grab a napkin from the table just in time to catch his come and keep it from splattering my T-shirt.
After another drink, we left the pub and returned to the inn. Our arrival there was a comforting one as the balcony windows were open and a warm breeze floated through the sunlit room. Our bed was freshly made and more cut flowers had been put on the balcony table, with dinner menus resting on each chair. Also on the table was a decanter of chilled wine and two glasses. It was the perfect atmosphere in which to end a delightful day.
I slipped into my new silk thong panties and stretched out on the bed while James poured us each a glass of wine. He brought the glass to my lips for me to drink, but some of the wine spilled down my chin, over my breasts to my stomach. Laughing, my husband said, “Here, let me clean that up for you.” With that, he trailed his tongue down my chin and neck to my nipples, which he licked lovingly. He licked down my belly to the top of my panties, which he then carefully, almost reverently, removed.
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