by Logan Woods
Janet’s hand was lazily exploring the lanky man’s cock when the host sounded “Time!” and everyone stood up… except the cheerleader and Sara’s husband. They were just too close to stop, and the cheerleader was screaming through gritted teeth that if he stopped she’d kill him. The remark was met with laughter, and the group applauded when Sara’s husband pounded her with long, fast strokes until she came… and when it was over she stretched erotically and smiled at every man present, including the host, her mouth watering for more cock.
The shy woman in the closet refused to let go of the swollen cock she had in her mouth until he erupted inside her. Her nose was buried in his pubic hair, and her arms and legs wrapped around his legs. When he came in her mouth, she came with him, her wide eyes locked on his and her breathing rapid and shallow. She didn’t want to relinquish him.
The next spin was Janet’s. She felt desire welling up in her as she looked over the men in the circle, the events of the evening had made her sure of what she wanted. Keeping her eyes moving from man to man, she slowly removed her dress, dropping it on the floor. She licked her finger, locked her eyes with Jason’s, and stroked her shaved pussy. Jason’s cock responded… as did every cock in the circle. She spun the bottle… and it stopped on Jason.
There was a groan of good-natured disappointment in the circle, but Janet wasn’t disappointed as she stepped to her husband, offering him her hand. The host read out “sixty nine!’ and asked “circle or closet?”, but Janet had already pushed Jason to the floor. Every eye was riveted to the tiny woman as she kissed Jason and wrapped her tiny body around his lithe frame… and every man there would have traded his soul to the devil to have her look at them the way she gazed into Jason’s eyes as she opened her generous mouth and sucked his cock deep inside.
The tanned woman who had been so shy crawled next to Sara’s husband and withdrew his hard cock from his pants, frantically sucking his cock as she tore at her blouse.
Sara, watching Janet’s slow, loving tongue lashing of Jason’s hard cock, reached down on either side of her, fondling two swollen cocks at once, her breathing rough. “Take off my shirt,” she hissed, “and play with my tits!”
Janet wasn’t concerned about the seven minute limit… she was about to change the rules, and escalate the party. She climbed into Jason’s lap, and whispered in his ear. “You know I want them all,” she whispered into his ear. Jason nodded as his prick jumped beneath her.
“I’m going to fuck every man here,” she said, grinding her pussy on his rigid dick, “and you’re going to watch. I’m going to suck them too… one of them tastes like pineapple.”
Jason was losing control, trying to stick his cock inside her. “You can fuck any woman here, do anything you want with them… but you save one load for me baby, because we’re going home together.” She crawled off his lap and put her mouth to his quivering cock.
“But first,” Janet said, “I’m going to show you how much I love you.”
HER HUSBAND'S
CARNAL
GIFT
Logan Woods
Jenna Gregory was a beautiful woman by any standards. Curly raven black tresses hung below her shoulder blades, and her slender, elegant neck held up a heart shaped face framed with high cheekbones. She had penetrating amber eyes that could go from fierce to sultry in the beat of a heart.
Staring into her bedroom mirror, Jenna took stock of what she saw. Beneath her elegant neck were small but perfect breasts, with upturned nipples and ruby nipples. Her waist was tiny, and her belly muscles were hard. Her hips flared out from her waist, turning to long, slender legs with well turned calves and dainty feet. She had no idea what to wear tonight, she only knew that Hal had told her come up with something elegant, because they would be entertaining a very rich potential customer with very well known exotic and expensive tastes. Hal even had the corporate Gulfstream ready in case the client really had to be impressed. Jenna thought Hal just wanted to let the client know they were prepared to spend big money to get his business.
Smiling, the beautiful woman selected a small black halter back dress that swung enticingly on her hips as she walked. She picked some patent leather four inch stiletto heels and a long strand of perfectly matched pearls as her only accessories. Jenna drew on a pair of tiny thong panties and quickly dressed. Checking her Lucien Picard watch, she found that she had twenty minutes before Hal sent the car to pick her up.
Jenna’s favorite V.S.O.P. brandy sat on the liquor table surrounded by crystal glasses and several decanters of very expensive booze in the reception room. She poured about an inch in a crystal snifter and sat waiting on the leather upholstered love seat in the foyer. Fifteen years of marriage to a workaholic had left Jenna an unhappy woman. What she desperately wanted more than anything else in the world was a husband who actually wanted her. She put the snifter of brandy down… she had no doubt that the liquor would flow like water tonight. Jenna tended to get a little too friendly when she drank a lot, and Hal usually made sure she didn’t have too much to drink on important occasions.
“Where are we going?” she asked the driver, “this isn’t the way to the office.”
“There’s been a change of plans, Mrs. Gregory,” the driver said over his shoulder. “I was told to take you directly to the airport.”
Fifteen minutes later, the limousine parked before the private aviation terminal in Atlanta’s International airport, and Jenna was hurried directly out to Hal’s corporate Gulfstream V, and ushered on board by an incredibly beautiful man she had never seen before, who made the crisp white uniform look like a teaser from a women’s magazine. Jenna watched the muscles in his tight ass flex as he boarded the aircraft before she did… and she hoped Hal wouldn’t notice how her nipples were pushing out the fabric in her little black dress.
As soon as she was inside, the door closed and the jet was rolling. The beautiful man escorted her to a reclining leather seat, and Jenna saw that she was the only person aboard the aircraft. She started to ask the steward where everyone else was, and he interrupted her.
“Mr. Gregory said you would be curious,” he told her with a smile, “and I have to ask you to be patient with me until we are in the air and the seat belt light is off. Everything will be explained to you then.” He bent over to fasten her seat belt for her and his strong, tanned hands brushed against her bare arms, sending a shiver through her body.
The plane leveled off at altitude, and Jenna impatiently unfastened her own belt. The sexy man in white was bringing her a silver tray with her favorite V.S.O.P and a crystal snifter and a creamy white envelope on it. He poured a generous two inch drink and handed her the envelope.
“Just call me if you need me Mrs. Gregory… and your massage is scheduled in thirty minutes per Mr. Gregory’s instructions.” He grinned at her, and she’d swear he winked. She felt her thighs loosen and she knew she would have to be very careful with the brandy. She opened the envelope and began to read.
My darling Jenna:
I know the last fifteen years has been hard on you, and I know the last five have been particularly tough. I have reached my financial goals, but I’m very much afraid that in doing so I have lost the one thing I cherish above all…you.
The long hours, the incredible stress, the forced separations, the misery of not being able to hold you when I was too exhausted to do anything but try to catch up on my sleep are excuses, I know that. I should have found a way to show you how much I love you.
Unwelcome tears welled up in her eyes; she didn’t want to feel sorry for a man who had not managed to fuck her at all for the last eight months. She kept reading.
I have decided that I want to make it up to you, knowing that I cannot, but hoping against hope that what I’m giving you brings you back to me with love in your heart that I can now return in full measure. I am going to the monastery of St. Andrew in Scotland, a men only spa for executives in high stress positions. I will return when the pilot notifies me that you are
coming home, or in one week. There is no alcohol, no women, and no tobacco there, only rest, massage, and peace.
I am starting your ‘space’ when you set this letter down, and the first gift is to show you that I love you and trust you no matter what happens. You are free to indulge in anything you choose, no limits, and no consideration to your marriage to me…and that is my gift to you. When you are ready, if you are willing to let me try again to show you how much I truly cherish you, tell the pilot you wish to come home.
In the meantime my darling, enjoy.
Your Loving Husband,
Hal
Astounded, she read the letter through once more… could he possibly be serious?
The envelope had no sooner hit the tray than the steward came back, his tailored white uniform gone, and a white European speedo in its place. He was barefoot, and he had a towel over his arm. In spite of the mix of emotions inside her at the moment, Jenna felt her pussy jolt and her mouth water at the sight of him. He was nearly six feet tall, his tanned muscular body graceful as that of a jungle cat. Jenna tried very hard not to look, but she was unable to keep her eyes away from the large bulge in the tiny speedo. He stopped by her chair and offered his hand, and he escorted her to the cabin in the center of the aircraft where Hal slept during his transatlantic flights. The bed had been removed, and a heavy massage table stood in its place.
“My name is Kyle,” he said, “and my sole purpose in life is to make the next two hours of your life sweet and memorable.” His toothy smile lit up the cabin, and Jenna was so entranced that she voiced no objection to his strong hands removing her dress and her pearls. He lifted her easily and lay her nearly nude body on the table, and then removed her heels, and then her thong.
He lifted her head and gave her a deep drink of her brandy, and then went to a covered warming table. The scent of warm jasmine oil and honeysuckle filled the small cabin. Jenna was in shock. One moment she was in tears because her husband was finally realizing how important she was to him… though she figured he was a few years too late to make any real reconciliation… and the next moment she was lying naked on a massage table in front of quite possibly the most gorgeous man she had ever seen.
The sound of his hands rubbing together to spread the jasmine oil evenly sent shivers of anticipation coursing through her entire body, and the warm touch of his hands on her feet came as a shock. Jenna was transported into a fantasy land of pleasure as he massaged and manipulated the muscles of her feet. She would never have imagined that having her feet rubbed could be so erotic. When he raised her foot to his shoulder level, Kyle sucked her toes. Jenna’s nipples rose and hardened, and it was only with great restraint that Jenna kept herself from an orgasm. Even though she managed, her thighs parted and there was a dewy sheen on her pussy that hadn’t been there moments before.
His hands rubbed her calves, and her inner thighs, and Jenna was quivering at his touch as his fingers approached the lips of her pussy, and her thighs unconsciously kept spreading farther apart. Just as his knuckles brushed her labia, she felt his hands go to her hips and lower belly. She had shaved down there to wear the newest and sexiest of swimsuits, and then she had gotten it waxed. Her mons was as smooth and soft as a baby’s ass, and, she found to her delight, wonderfully sensitive. His hands slid upwards, and she found herself willing them to the hard ruby tips of her nipples. Kyle walked to the head of the table and began to rub her temples, her neck, and her shoulders.
As he was about to turn her over, the whole experience became too much for Jenna. Any semblance of a civilized woman left her, and she pulled one of his hands to her hard nipple, and the other to her now widely spread pussy. She groaned as his hands touched her inflamed flesh. Without changing his rhythm or his speed, Kyle continued to manipulate her flesh, playing her like the maestro he was.
Jenna’s pussy gushed as he stroked her clit and pillaged the slit beneath it. His thick middle finger penetrated her just as the thumb and forefinger on his other hand closed on her nipple, squeezing it just short of pain. Jenna’s brain seemed to swell and explode as the first man other than Hal manipulated her drenched pussy. Reflexively, her hand reached for the front of Kyle’s speedos. His erection had grown, and the head and a few inches of his shaft were poking over the waistband. Desperate to see it, she had pulled his hips forward, and his knees now pressed on the massage tables on either side of her shoulders. Dragging his speedo down, his large erection dangled toward her parted lips, and his thick and heavy balls dangled to her forehead.
Suddenly Kyle dipped his head and lapped at her smooth, waxed mons, his wet tongue seeking the furrow between her legs, and finding her rigid clit. Jenna’s legs went into the air and she hunched her pussy towards his seeking tongue. When he sucked her clit into his mouth, Jenna gasped. “Oh my god, that feels incredible!” she moaned. Her parted lips closed on the head of his dangling penis, and she pulled him deep into her mouth by placing her hands on his ass and pulling him close to her.
Oral sex had never been one of Jenna’s favorite activities, but it felt right to her…she was overcome with the desire to be the “dirty girl” she had always heard about. She had married Hal as a virgin, never even having seen a man’s penis other than in photographs...and in her celibacy the last few months she had begun to feel that life had passed her by, that she had somehow missed something important. Jenna had been ready to break loose and discover herself sexually…and Hal had unexpectedly given her a free shot. For the first time in several years, Jenna felt a warm spot for Hal in her heart. Oddly enough, it occurred just as she realized that a strange, good looking man was about to cum in her mouth… and for the first time in her life, she wasn’t going to pull away when he came.
Her heels began to beat a tattoo on Kyle’s shoulder blades, letting him know how much she appreciated his mouth on her pussy, and signaling her approaching orgasm. Kyle’s balls were churning in their sack, and deep in Jenna’s mouth his erection was jerking. Jenna felt his cum start in the heavy balls she held in her hand and she eagerly sucked at him, wanting to feel the hot splash of cum in her mouth. The eruption excited her more than she had expected, and her legs locked behind Kyle’s head as she came with him, her cries of ecstasy choked by thick viscous gobs of cum. Jenna didn’t pull away.
Kyle stood and was shakily rubbing her breasts, but he couldn’t stand straight because Jenna refused to relinquish his cock until after she had cleaned every drop of his cum from his cock and her lips and chin. When she was done, she held the semi hard cock in her hand. She smile at Kyle, a bright, wicked smile, and reached for his balls. “Kyle,” she asked, “how long has it been since you fucked anyone on a massage table?”
Kyle smiled his beautiful smile down at the gorgeous woman who held his cock and balls as if they were a national treasure. “A gentleman never tells,” he said.
Jenna directed him around the table, still holding him with both hands. She had been forced to move into a sitting position in order to maintain her grip, and now she leaned forward and sucked at the nipples above his iron hard abs. Lying back on the table, her knees wide apart and her arms spread, she gazed into his eyes. “Fuck me then, gentleman!”
Jenna was lying peacefully on Kyle’s wide chest when the Captain announced that they would be landing in Las Vegas in thirty minutes. The two of them scrambled to get her ready and back into her recliner, and Kyle back into his uniform.
The limo was on the flight apron when they arrived at the private terminal in Las Vegas. Jenna turned at the door to the aircraft and gave Kyle a hug and a peck on the cheek. Neither spoke. Jenna stepped off the aircraft like the Queen of Las Vegas, and entered the limo.
She was delivered to the private entrance of the most luxurious hotel in Vegas, and whisked up to a luxury penthouse suite that was intended to be a honeymoon suite. There was champagne, fruit, and flowers that she thought were from the management, but the card was from Hal. “No Limits, Love, Hal” was all it said. Jenna actually thought he
meant it.
She found out for certain that he meant it less than an hour later. The hot shower, and the subsequent soak in the gigantic tub had relaxed her more than she had been in months, and she had just put on the complimentary monogrammed terry cloth robe when she realized that she had brought no bags and no clothing. Jenna called the concierge to ask about clothing availability in her size in the hotel shop, but the concierge said that several people were on the way to her suite with clothing as they were speaking. The knock on the door came as she was hanging up.
Jenna answered the door in her robe, and two absolutely gorgeous women and a very good looking man entered with armloads of packages. “We were sent by your husband,” the man told her, “my name is Ramon, and this is Antoinette and Claire.” The man was beautiful and had a smile as bright as Kyle’s had been. The women were slender, gorgeous, and were dripping sex from every pore. They smiled at her, appraising her through the robe as if they wanted to eat her.
Ramon had poured her a double brandy in a fishbowl snifter, and had taken her into the bedroom. He sat her on the bed while the two women took the bags into the dressing room adjacent to the master bath. “The girls will model some clothes for you, he said, and you can select from the ones you liked. We have duplicates in the van downstairs in your size.” Jenna sipped from her brandy snifter, wide eyed. She had lived in the lap of luxury for years, but this treatment was definitely above and beyond the call of duty.
