Sixty-Second Sexcapade: Honeymoon Surprise

 

The 28^th of this month will mark the 5 year anniversary of my marriage to my husband David.  I can remember the day so clearly –as if it were yesterday.  Twenty-four hours before the wedding, I spent the entire day being pampered from head to toe: a manicure and pedicure in the morning, brunch at the hotel and a stress free afternoon at the spa.  I slept like a baby –that was the eye of the storm.  The morning of my wedding, my Matron of Honor and I, along with the flower girls headed to the hair salon for the finishing touches of pampering before the wedding.  I spent the rest of the day making sure people were where they were supposed to be, doing what they were supposed to be doing at the times they were supposed to be doing it. 

After months of planning and many sleepless nights, working out every last detail, the ceremony came –it was beautiful and went off without a hitch.  Friends and family surrounded me from the time I was in the receiving line to the time we sat for dinner at the reception.  I barely finished the meal, when I was in the throngs of well wishers and party guests, each hugging me and wanting their turn to converse.  I saw David for a total of thirty minutes for the whole day, and I wanted nothing more than to start our honeymoon –the suite had already been reserved and was calling for us to enjoy it.

The first moment I had to myself, I looked for my new husband, and I couldn’t find him.  I looked at each table, by the exits, I looked everywhere but one place –behind me.  His hands found their way around my waist, and I faced him.  The evening was getting late, and David wanted us to start being man and wife.  We were soon encircled by friends and family again –taking pictures and offering their congratulations.  By the time midnight approached, I was exhausted.  When David and I finally stole away from the reception and made it to the hotel room, showering was all I could do to stay awake.  I don’t remember how I made it to bed, after our shower.  I just remember climbing into bed naked and succumbing to the night. 

The dream that entered my sleep was erotic.  I was in the most beautiful garden –the trees were lush, the flowers perfectly in bloom and as the sun made it way westward, a gentle breeze tickled the tendrils of hair near my neck before twirling in the luxurious curls that fell midway down my back.  I walked in the direction on the pond with the waterfall to swim in the crystal clear water. 

I walked under the waterfall and leaned my neck back, allowing the gentle shower of water to caress my face and run its streaming fingers through the length of my hair and down my back. Moving to the edge of the reflecting pool, I sat on a large rock letting just my legs enter. The warm rushes of water moved around me, then across me to where they entered me, and I was completely aroused. 

I spread my legs in order to deepen the pleasurable sensations that the water was creating in me; it was phenomenal –the water moved in and around my labia wetting me enough to quench the thirst of my lower lips, before exchanging chores with the wind –which blew it breath over my clitoris and into my vagina. The setting sun had his part as well –his warm lips massaged every bit of exposed flesh, and the hot teeth of his coronal rays tugged and pulled at hood of my clitoris heating me quickly.  The watery tongue of Neptune entered the deepest part of my womanhood creating in me the sensation of soaring –I was seduced, then titillated and eventually became one with nature.  I spread my arms like wings so that I could continue to fly.

Leaning my head back, I closed my eyes, catching the fading rays of sunlight dancing on the surface of the lagoon –like dozens of candles flickering in the impending darkness, guiding the stars to their rightful place in the night sky.

The sweet scent of jasmine and lavender roused me from sleeping the next morning.  Candles –dozens of them in varying shades of purple decorated the room.  I was in David’s arms –as the daylight greeted us. He wished me good morning and he thanked me for officially becoming his wife.

Sixty-Second Fantasy: Nooner

I have always wanted to role play with my husband, Neil.  My fantasy would start off on a Friday morning with making reservations at a swanky upscale hotel downtown –a suite for one the entire weekend.  I courier a package to Neil, who works just blocks away from the hotel; the instructions are for him to meet me outside the hotel at noon for lunch, and not to be late, because the reservation won’t be held past 12.

I arrive 20 minutes before our rendezvous time, and I step out of the cab wearing an outfit that will stop him dead in his tracks –black leather thigh high boots held up by garters under the shortest of leather mini skirts, a black push-up which perks my cleavage and is barely hidden below a cut off tank top, a black leather jacket, green contact lenses and to top it all off, a long brunette wig –Neil has always had a thing for brunettes.

When he arrives, I am pacing up and down along the street and just before the valet makes it to his Mercedes I lean in through the driver’s window, so that he can get a good look down my blouse.  “In the mood for a good time, Baby?”

He glances at me briefly and then speaks, “I’m sorry…I’m meeting my wife for lunch.”

“She won’t mind…maybe she can watch us –”  He gets out of the car and hands off his keys to the valet for his ticket and makes his way into the lobby of the hotel.  I follow him in where he is sitting at the bar in the restaurant, waiting. 

Sneaking up from behind, I cover his eyes with my hands and whisper, “Maybe, if your wife is kinky, she can join us.”   He pulls my hands from his face and turns around on the stool –just before he is about to speak, he realizes that it is me and he smiles –all eyes are on us because we look like a mismatched pair.  I stand between his legs and kiss him.  “Let’s get a room.”

“What about the lunch reservations their holding for us?”

“The reservations are for a suite…and besides I’m not dressed for lunch.” 

Neil kisses me on the lips then reaches into the breast pocket of his suit and pulls out is bill fold. “How much are you going to cost me for the hour?”

“That all depends on what you want to do to me –and what you what me to do to you.”  Neil counts out five-hundred dollars and hands it to me. “Will this cover it?”

“For starters.”  I put the money in my bra then grab onto his tie like a leash leading him out of the bar.  I let go and he takes the lead, checking in at the reception desk.  The woman behind the counter looks me over and reminds him that the suite is only for one.  As Neil takes his pass key, I reassure her, “Don’t worry about me, I’m only staying for an hour.”

We make out on the ride up in the elevator, and as we exit on our floor, looks and sneers are made by on coming riders.  Neil opens the room door and I enter, with him close behind. “I want you on the sofa.”  I walk over and sit.  “Panties off.”

“I’m not wearing any…want do you want me to do next?”

“Spread your legs and play with yourself.”  I spread my legs apart –placing the heels of my boots on the coffee table before me.  I pull up my skirt and reach down between my legs and begin to touch myself –with two fingers of one hand rubbing my clit and the middle finger of the other hand deep in my pussy.  Neil stands a few yards away –staring, intensely, as he undresses.

When he’s naked he starts to stroke his dick with one hand and rub his balls with the other.  Neil sits down next to me and tells me to climb on.  I do –still fully dressed.  Not waiting for any more orders I grasp his dick and insert it into me and slid down on it –feeling his entire length in me.  Grabbing Neil’s hands, I pin them down against the back of the sofa and start to ride –flexing and relaxing my inner thighs –sucking in the head as deeply as I can, then letting it go, almost sliding out, before I squat back down on him again and suck it back in.  I am working for my money. 

I bend my head over Neil’s and lean in for a kiss –only this time I use my tongue –thrusting it into his mouth, every time I take his dick into me.  Neil sits up on the cushion and when I take him in again, it is deeper.  My hood rubs up against his lower abdomen and as I continue to ride –my rise to climax quickens.  I ride him until I cum then wrap my arms around his neck and let the tiny heartbeat within me massage the head of his dick.  I gasp, trying to catch my breath. 

When Neil cums, I feel his dick contract several times within me –rapidly.  He holds me tightly about the waist –enjoying his release.  I whisper to him, “Your hour is almost up.”

“What else am I gonna get for my money?”

“Nothing –anything else is gonna cost you extra.”

Sixty-Second Sexcapade: Three Bean Salad

Kirk and I have the most fabulous sex life –it is hard to believe that we have been dating for a little over a week.  He is my fourth partner and he, by far has been the best.  We fuck all the time –any time, any place and any where.  Shit!  There is nothing that is off limits –if there is something we can dream up –in a monogamous encounter between the two of us –we do it.  In the dugout after his baseball game, on his mother’s kitchen table after dinner, under the overpass on the way home from the movies –after doing it twice during the same movie.  He is the only man who has had enough energy to keep up with me.  It is really nice to finally be with a man –Kirk is 24 and I am 18.

My only regret is that he is so much more experienced –in sexual matters –than I am.  I sometimes wish that when he mentioned a new position or an act, that I knew exactly what he meant and exactly how he liked to be fucked –but I am learning –quickly.

Last night was the first time Kirk and I 69’d it –as a matter of fact –it was the first time that I came anywhere near being a six or a nine.  I mean, I’ve given head –plenty of times –I’ve being doing it since I was 12, and I’ve been eaten out more times than I can remember but the yesterday was the first time the two have been put together.  The night we met, after making out in the club, Kirk’s invited me to see his red Firebird parked outside. His license plate said IB6 UB9. He mentioned that it was his favorite thing to do, and that he wanted to do it with me –when we had the time and space to do it and no chance of anyone interrupting us.  His roommate left for California in the morning and last night we did it –but I was tempted to do so much more.

After a shower together, Kirk started by lying diagonally across his bed –naked.  I got on the bed and kneeled –shifting one leg over him, until I sat on his face.  I rubbed my pussy all over his mouth –it felt almost as good as a dick.  Kirk raised my ass up and I fell forward –my arms caught me before I hit his legs. I crawled over him, until I was right over his dick and then went down.  I opened my mouth as wide as I could, and plunged down taking in everything but the stalk. As I pulled off of him, I let my tongue ring trace its way up –applying pressure to his shaft –I knew he liked it, because he shoved his tongue all the way up my pussy.

I went down on him again –and put on the suction.  I was bobbing and licking, sucking –trying to get every bit of cum out his dick.  Kirk alternated between licking out my cunt and nibbling on my clit while sticking his fingers in my pussy.  The shit he was doing was so damned good, I thought I was going to lose my mind –and then he did it.  Kirk stroked the length of his tongue upward and licked the entrance to my asshole.  I don’t know whether I was scared or shocked, but I stopped slobbin’ the knob, and he did it again.  I braced myself for a third time, when he surprised me again, and slipped the tip of his tongue in.

Holy fuck!  I sat there in shock as he pushed his tongue further in.  He stopped only to tell me not to stop sucking him.  I went back down on him, but the only thing I could think of was ass –first, of only what he was doing to mine, then of what I could do to his.

While I sucked his dick, I imagined just licking the outside lower and lower until I was at his balls –taking each one into my mouth as I rubbed his shaft with my hand.  After my saliva had thoroughly wet his dick and balls I would use my hands and massage his ripe delicious squash and beans, while I go lower –licking the flesh just under his balls –descending until I tossed his salad.  I wanted to stick my tongue in his ass and taste him as deeply and as intimately as he was tasting me.  The thought of licking his ass, while he was licking mine and playing in my cunt, made me cum. I have never cum that fast being eaten out or giving head –I have never cum that good either.

Sixty Second Sexcapade: The Familiar Stranger

My boyfriend, Tad, of three years recently went on a business trip to Chicago and consequently he ended up missing the three year anniversary of our first date.  I was most upset that he could not get back in time to celebrate with me, but he sent me a dozen long stemmed roses.

The evening of our anniversary, I spent relaxing. I lit several vanilla scented votive candles and set them around the bathtub then drew myself a hot steamy bath.  As the tub filled, I plucked the petals from some of the roses and dropped them, letting their soft velvety surface soak into the water releasing their essence.  I added a few drops of body oil to transform the aromatic atmosphere into one that was sensual.

I disrobe –taking off each layer of clothing, imagining myself to be one of the roses I had stripped of its petals, ready to enter the water and release my essence.  I climb into the bath and lower myself slowly, giving my body time to adjust to the change in temperature.  Once in, I lay my head back on an inflatable tub pillow and let the rose and oil mixture permeate my pores.  When I am relaxed, I find it much easier to touch myself, and so I do.

I spread my legs and put my feet up, out of the water, onto the edges of the bathtub.  Massing the oil into my breasts, I caress them for a few minutes, then move my hands to my forbidden garden, and let my fingers play among the terrain. It doesn’t take long for me to harvest the garden and drift off into sleep.

I don’t know how long I sleep, but a cold draft chills the parts of my body that are exposed to the air, and I wake.  It takes a moment for my eyes to focus on the candle light, which has almost burned down all of the wax –the first candle I lit has consumed itself.  I sit up in the tub to blow out the rest when another cold breeze wafts across my back.  As I look to the bathroom door it is wide open –not as I had left it, and there is a large male form in perfect silhouette standing in the room with me.  I am speechless in terror.

“Get out of the water.”  He whispers, and I comply.  I stand on the bathmat dripping wet and the fading candle light reflects off of my naked body.

“My purse is in the kitchen –I don’t have much jewelry. I–”

“I didn’t come to here to rob you.”  My heart begins to race.  The man, who towers above me, grabs my arm and pulls me out of the bathroom and shoves me up against the wall.  He presses his body up against me, and I feel his erect penis on my skin. The stubble on his face brushes against my cheek, and I feel his breath on my ear as he whispers, “I came here to fuck you.” 

I inhale deeply and I smell a scent which is clearly familiar –Taboo for Men.  The stranger’s words are immediately followed by a gentle kiss on my neck. “Tad?” I whisper as I exhale a sigh of relief.

He lifts me up over one shoulder and heads straight for my bedroom where he throws me onto the bed.  The bedroom window is open and the crisp night air joins us.  The room is completely darkened –even the closet light I keep on as a makeshift night light is extinguished.  I hear the sound of hands fidgeting with paper –a condom wrapper. 

He pins me to the bed and feel him enter –like a warm rod, heating me from the inside out.  The oil from the bath allows him to slide in again and again, and I welcome him without resistance.  His hands shift to my legs spreading them further apart and he penetrates me deeply.  I rub my clit which helps me to orgasm.  He finishes and gets up.  I fall asleep before Tad makes it back to bed.

The next morning the phone rings –its Tad.  “Where are you?”  I ask as I am roused out of sleep, still reeling from my late night visit.

“I’m sorry to wake you, but I’m still at the airport…my flight was delayed, and I won’t be home until tonight.”  I roll over in bed, and notice that the window wasn’t left opened, it was broken into –there are shards of glass below it.  I sit up in bed and read the message written in lipstick on my mirror: Happy Anniversary.

Sixty Second Sexcapade: A Days Labor

I recently moved DC, and I have a recurring fantasy about a Day Laborer who waits in a parking lot of a shopping plaza every day and whom I pass each morning on the way home from work.  He stands out from the rest, because he is considerably taller –about 6’ and he is well built and he dresses in worn out jeans and a faded tank top that shows off his broad shoulders and golden tanned skin.  His hair has a slight curl to it and his smile is flawless.  But his most striking feature has got to be his eyes –they’re hazel –light brown in the middle with a jade green color near the edges.

I stop at the traffic light and he knocks on the passenger window.  Using the power locks I unwind it, and he pops his head in the open window and asks if he can mow my lawn, rake some leaves or clean out my garage.  He knows enough English for me to understand him.

“How much to you charge per hour?”  I ask inquisitively. 

He hesitates then speaks. “Seven, maybe ten –depends on work.”  My mind starts wandering.

“How much to have you for the whole day?”  I am almost embarrassed to ask because I feel more like a john soliciting sex, than a business women negotiating the price of a days work.

“For you –hmmm, eighty dollars.”  I smile as does he.

“Come in.”

On the ride home, I find out that his name is Hector and that he is single, but supporting his mother in Mexico.  We arrive at my suburban home and pull into the garage.  I show him the gardening tools and indicate what needs to be done.  He starts in the backyard, trimming the hedges.  Perfect.

I undress, and then dress in the skimpiest bikini I own –a black string bikini with the matching thong, and slip on a pair of stilettos.  I head poolside to catch some early morning sun.  Hector is wearing nothing but his jeans, boots and a pair of work gloves.  He is bear-chested and sweat streams down his body.

As I sit in a lounge chair, I catch his attention –but pretend not to notice.  Removing the bikini top, I hear the motor stop.  I begin lotioning my breasts with sun-block –squeezing each one before I start to fondle my nipples. 

I reach for the sun-block again and can’t find it.  It is at that moment I feel a pair of rough masculine hands, with palms covered with tanning lotion, caress my shoulders.  My chest rises and falls with each rub he administers and I lean my head back onto his chest.  Hector sits behind me, with his work boots planted on the deck.

The sweet-pungent odor of sweat surrounds me, and I feel wetness escape from my vagina and become absorbed in the tiny strip of fabric between my legs. Hector’s palms slide down my chest and over my breasts.  He massages them, occasionally pulling each nipple between his thumbs and forefingers.

I turn to face Hector.  As I kneel at the end of the lounger, I slowly slip off my bikini bottoms and crawl towards him along the chair.  I rub my breasts up the smooth, sleek lines of his abdomen and chest.  I straddle his legs and can feel his erect penis through his jeans.

We lean in to kiss each other and I taste him –cool and refreshing, like spearmint gum.  Our tongues play for a few moments longer before I pull away.  My lower lips are dying to take a bite out of the giant enchilada in his pants.

I unbutton then unzip his jeans –he isn’t wearing any underwear. His dick is just as beautiful as the rest of him as it is springs out of his pants.  I rub the head, then the shaft before rocking my hips forward and moving him into my vagina.

I slide down onto him, and he fills me completely.  Hector’s fingers move to my belly button and shift down until he touches the hood of my clitoris.  His thumb presses it in then rubs it in a circular motion and I moan in pleasure.

He continues to rub me and I start to ride him –up and down –up and down –every up till the point he’s about to come out and every down until I can’t take anymore of him in.  Hector rubs my clit –faster and faster and the sensations within my hood rise.  I use my hands to anchor myself on his shoulders and ride him harder and quicker. 

I rise up off of him as I cum and he grabs my waist and pulls me back onto him.  He plunges deep within me and cums like a shotgun –Jacking a round into the chamber –then bam!  I feel each jack he releases into my chamber and we kiss each other again, deeper and more passionately.

I end the kiss and Hector looks at me intensely.  “I must get back to work.”

“As far as I’m concerned, you are finished for the day.”  I reach over to my purse and remove my wallet.  I take out a hundred dollar bill and tell him, “Make yourself available to me, and there’ll be more where this came from –not bad for a days work.”

Sixty-Second Sexcapade: How Do I Love Thee?

The summer break between my Sophomore and Junior year in college, I got involved with a man that was several years my senior.  We met through a mutual friend at work, and hit it off automatically.  He was sweet on me and I had him wrapped around my finger.  Whenever we got together –whether we spent the evening talking, were out at a restaurant or having sex –we always had a great time.

Our relationship got a little too serious, a little too quick.  That, coupled with everything that we both had going on in our own lives –his children were starting high school and I was preparing to go back to college, there was less and less time for the two of us to share. And when the summer ended, so did our relationship.  I’ve always wondered from time to time, how he was doing, and if he ever thought about me and that summer we spent together.

Every now and then, when I am alone with myself, my thoughts and my memories, I fantasize about John.  I picture myself coming back from lunch and finding a Frederick’s of Hollywood bag along with a note in an envelope from John, sitting on my desk.  When I open the envelope a hotel pass falls out; the accompanying note reads: Meet me at 7 tonight in room 628 at the Radisson on Nicholson Ave.  Your attire for the evening is in the bag.  I take a peek in the bag and find a red lace bra and the matching panties –that just happen to be crotchless.

I make my way to the hotel, wearing the clothing provided, my favorite red heels and a rain coat.  I wait patiently outside of the room until exactly seven then enter.  There are candles everywhere, and on the bed, completely naked is John.  I remove my coat, and walk over to the bed and climb on to it, then onto John. I sit on his lap facing him –feeling his long hard dick lying between the lips he prefers to kiss,  when he whispers, “I know that I haven’t always told you how I feel about you, but tonight I want to show you –every way I can.” 

He asks me lie on my side –with my legs slightly curved forward.  John crawls around me and I feel his dick snake around the back of by neck before I feel his lips kiss every inch of my outer labia.  The kissing reigning down arouses me to no end.

 John then tells me he wants me to turn, so that I’m on my hands and knees.  He, facing my backside, spreads my outer labia apart then reaches his mouth forward and begins sucking on my inner labia.  His warm breath against my flesh really gets me going.  After he has spent some time sucking he stops and asks me to lie on my back.

While there, I watch him –candlelight casting light and shadow against his body, as he descends between my legs, but now he is biting and gently nibbling on my clit. Holy fuck!  He is teasing the hell out of me –pulling it between his teeth…just the way I like it.  It feels so fucking good that I am ready to cum when he stops yet again –suspending my climax.  I start to get a little frustrated, then John tells me he wants show me he loves me in one more way.  “I want you to pretend my head is a chair and sit on my face.”

I nearly wet myself at the request, but quickly comply, knowing that this shit can only get better.  He lies on the bed, with his head on the pillows and I straddle his face and hold onto the headboard.  John lifts me off of him, “That’s not the way I want you to sit on me –turn around.”

I climb off then back on, in the opposite direction.  I hold onto his chest as his thumbs pull apart both sets of lips, his fingers massage my clit and his tongue makes it way into my pussy.  He is licking the outside with the length of his tongue and flicking inside with just the tip –I know there are no more ways in which he is going to show me his love and I squat further onto him, letting him love me a little deeper.  The tip of his nose stimulates my ass just enough, and I cross the threshold and cum in his mouth, again and again.

Sixty Second Sexcapade: Anchors Aweigh

The spring semester of my Freshman year in college, I had the opportunity to visit my Aunt in Long Island.  Every three months she makes a trek into the City of Manhattan, to buy various things for her Antique store.  She shops out every store from Neiman-Marcus to the Salvation Army looking for just the ‘right thing’ with which to stock her shelves.

During my childhood, she would take me with her as official assistant, in charge of holding all the bags –and I loved it.  I always managed to get a trinket or two in the bargain. But there was something different about that day –starting with the trip into the city –I can’t forget.  The Long Island Railroad was delayed for nearly and hour and a half, and when we finally got on it, it was crowded –more so than normal –so was Grand Central Station and the rest of the city.  The island of Manhattan is home to a lot of people, but for some reason there seemed to be a surplus, that particular day. 

As we strolled down the cobble stones of South Street Seaport and reached one of her favorite shops, we found the answer to all the people –it was Fleet Week, and the USS Abraham along with its battle group, just docked and the city was inundated with Sailors –all shapes and sizes –all colors and flavors –I felt like a kid in a candy store.

As they disembarked and moved in among the Manhattaners, my mind began to swirl with the Naval possibilities.  I imagine my aunt leaving me in the city for the night.  I go to a bar and meet three of the sexist sailors –all dressed in their white Cracker Jack outfits.  They pay for drinks the entire night and when its last call, we leave the bar, but I cannot remember how to get back to my aunts home.

One of the sailors suggests that I join them back on the ship –it is safe, and I can leave first thing in the morning.  I agree, but there is only one problem –how to get me on.  Another of the three has an extra uniform in his pack and I get dressed.  They tell the Quarter Deck Watchstander that I was injured and they need to help me back to my sleeping area.

Once on board, we make our way into the hull of the ship, it’s very noisy and we enter a sound proof room, just beyond the engine room, with a single chair. One of the sailors starts to kiss me, when another pulls him away in order to do the same.  The three of them quarrel because each wants his turn with me first. “Why argue boys, when you can all have me –”

“At the same time?” The one who has been most quiet all evening speaks up. I am taken aback by the question, but I nod my head and all three smile. The three men huddle up and whisper, then they turn to me and begin undressing.  When they finish, I strip for my private audience of three.  “Would you have a problem with being tied up?”  One inquires.

“No.”  Where I stand, one of the men takes a black neckerchief –that is part of his uniform, and ties the ends around each of my ankles, leaving about 6-inches of slack between the ties.  A second sailor uses his sash to tie my hands behind my back, and the third uses his to blind fold me.

I feel one of the men slide between my ankles, while another moves under my tied arms and up against my back. A set of hands on my shoulders, push me to squatting and the man between my legs enters my vagina.  He holds my waist, and lifts and lowers me up and down his shaft.  The movement stops and I am leaned forward by another set of hands.  The man within the ties of my arms spreads my ass cheeks apart and I feel him up against my asshole –his pre-cum smearing it before it enters.  I moan –there are fingers playing with clit, hands on breasts, hands in my hair, there are lips on my back, a dick in my pussy, a dick in my ass –I lick my lips just before dick number three enters my mouth.  I nearly gag, it enters so quickly and the three men start to fuck –all at once –each with their own rhythm –and I’m almost seasick.  Suddenly, their motions are synchronized and I enjoy the sensation of being stimulated in so many ways I lose count.  My rise to climax comes so quickly that it scares me –then I taste cum, and feel it in my pussy and deep in my ass.  God Bless the Navy!