Synopsis: Keeping his new bride, a hopeless but happy nymphomaniac, satisfied is a full time job for her harried husband. Candice can't help herself as she seduces and is seduced by everyone in the neighborhood as well as her coworkers, and discovers that many of her new conquests are as kinky in their own way as she is.
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Sunday morning dawned, and Candice proved to be bright-eyed and bushy tailed, which was fine with me since it meant I got a taste of the goodies. I could literally count the times that we had engaged in friendly strife since I said, "I do". Considering all the people who had gotten lucky with her, our couplings probably made up less than ten percent of her action. However there was one thing I had to always remind myself, it was my call from the get-go.
Let me take a moment to describe what serious sex with Candice was like. When she put her mind to it, my wife could fuck with the best of them. In fact, I had never had better, nor did I think I ever would. What she liked to do was kill two birds with one stone. Getting off was the prime objective, but staying fit was a close second, because that guaranteed plenty of opportunities to get off.
As I think I've remarked previously, Candice was a wet dream walking. She was soft where a woman was supposed to be soft and firm in the other spots. This came about from her study of sexual positions and their effect on muscle tone. I have referred to her as being a bimbo, a punchboard, and other unkind but true descriptions of her. One thing however about Candice, she was not dumb. She just didn't like to operate her brain unless there was a good reason to click the on-switch.
For example this morning yours truly was enjoying the sensation of her tight pussy moving up and down on my blood engorged joint. She had decided that the squatting female superior position was the type of exercise her abs and thighs required. To make sure that the toning took place over the entire area of need, she was doing one of her patented, round the world moves, rotating that awesome body from one quadrant to another while her smooth working hips made like pistons to assure that the grip on my stiff shaft was continuous and constant.
Currently she was facing away from me, presenting a view of her round, firm cheeks pumping away, with my helpless tool locked in place by the set of muscles that controlled her cunt. When it came to exercise, Candice made things as efficient as possible. Now don't get me wrong, my wife has a set of tits that would make ninety-nine point nine, nine percent of the female population over the age of sixteen grind their teeth in utter envy and despair. However yours truly was an ass man, supposedly a taste that was inherent to older members of the male species. So be it, I accept my aberration and revel in it at times such as now.
All good things must come to an end and did I ever, blasting a mammoth load all over Candice's 38Ds and then being treated to the sight of my blonde bombshell scooping my cream off her tits and sucking it from her fingers as if it were some appetizer, which I guess it was. We had less than two hours to get her ready for the couples meeting. I never could figure out why my wife made such a fuss over what panties she had on, another part of her personality that was uniquely Candice. After all, in less time than it takes to tell, she'd be stark naked and on her way to the mounting block, in this particular case a chaise longue located by the pool, out in the sun so she could work on her all over tan while she was being hammered.
We got to the house of our host and hostess right on time, high noon. It was a gorgeous day, sunny but not hot with a gentle breeze from the west; so much for the local weather report. Anxiously awaiting the guest of honor were ten couples, the majority of them known to me, but most of them strangers to my hyped-up soulmate. Candice's IUD, a Copper T 380A, got quite a workout that afternoon. She'd had this one installed a year or so ago and it was supposed to be good for at least five years. You can be sure the change date for it was not just written on the calendar, it was going to be discretely tattooed somewhere on her fabulous body, just so no one could forget.
As we headed for the pool area, Candice unzipped and unbuttoned like the well-oiled machine she truly was, and by the time we reached the pool she was down to her shelf bra and a tai panty that was a bit overwhelmed by the sex it was trying to contain. Our hosts had prepared everything just as we had discussed over the phone. They had rented an articulated, top of the line chaise longue that would support my blonde wife's superb body as men and women took their turns paying homage to her fabulous, tight pussy and her fantastic and even tighter asshole, as well as enjoying her warm, wet mouth and flickering tongue.
Guys can't help being guys even when on the verge of sinking their cocks into some of the best pussy currently available in northern America. They just had to fiddle with the various controls that made the long chair move into various configurations, making access to all Candice's orifices a simple matter of hitting the right button. The restraints attached to the chair were also of great interest. Candice was now going to be securely held by the best leather available. They'd not only keep her wrists and ankles in a firm but not a skin damaging grip, but her tapering thighs, washboard abdomen and the area just below her jutting tits would also be secured, preventing that luscious naked body from all but the slightest movement for the entertainment and amusement of anyone mounting her on this marvel of design. Candice could be jackknifed up or down, and spread to any number of positions to assure easy access to her pink lipped twat and puckered chocolate starfish. Having played enough with this high tech gadget, they now turned their attention to the blonde fuck toy who awaited their pleasure.
