We decided to meet at the halfway point because it was only fair, just as we agreed to split the cost of the room. You brought Bill along as a safety net, and I was fine with that. We were, after all, strangers. Yes, even though we had been meeting almost daily on the computer over the course of the past year, our cybering had reached a point where we both agreed it was only logical to take things to the next step. We had become acquainted in between stints of cybering. Even so, I agreed that Bill's presence must be a given. I still had my fears about full committal. Not on your part. I knew you were just as ready for this as was I. No, my concern lay in Bill. "Are you sure you can go through with watching your wife make love to another man? I ask simply because I don't want to start something that we won't be able to finish."
"This is what Alicia wants, so this is what Alicia gets," he told me.
"Besides," you answered, "he gets his next week. But first, what would you like?"
"How about a nice, slow strip tease?" I ask.
You smile that devilish smile of yours as you agree. You grab a duffle bag and go into the bathroom. When you emerge, the only thing visible is the trench coat you are wearing. You planned for this. You ask Bill to queue up numbers seventeen, twenty-four, and thirty-six on his phone. "Wild Thing" by Tone Loc begins to play. You give me that coy look you are so famous for, then you crawl onto the bed and begin.
You slither around, moving this way and that. I notice you are wearing hosiery. They look dark in the dim lighting. You get on your knees and slowly, ever so slowly, begin unbuttoning the coat. Button by button, inch by inch. You turn your back to me. Then, getting back with the beat of the music, you rip the coat from your body to expose a satin bra, garter belt, satin panties, and stockings. In and of itself this is a sexy ensemble, but the fact that it is on you makes it even more so. Still, what takes it over the edge is, "You remembered!" Yes, you did. You remembered that my favorite color is lavender, and the entire ensemble is lavender in color. "You are so fucking sexy," I tell you. Your smile of appreciation warms me.
You writhe on the bed, every part of your being exuding an ecstasy known, and an ecstasy promised. Your hands move to your bra. You caress your breasts through the satiny fabric and your nipples harden. You give a light, "Oh-h-h-h-h" as your passion builds. You find it highly erotic that two men are watching you. The bra is as such that the snap is in the front. You disengage it. Your breasts do not spill out as they are too firm, but this is okay as it allows you to seductively remove the bra. You make me want it. I crave it. You deny me the pleasure of looking upon your glorious breasts. Oh, hurts so good, baby.
You see the anticipation on my face, you know it has built, reached its limit, and with that coy smile, you slowly, ever-so-slowly, reveal your breasts to me. I stare in awe of your magnificence, for never have more perfect breasts with perfectly centered areola and nipples been known to humankind. You gently cup them with your hands, flicking the nipples with your thumbs. You pinch them lightly even as Tone Loc tells us that it's okay to do the wild thing.
You are on your knees. A hand slowly descends, coming to rest between your legs. You lightly rub yourself. Your eyes go to the back of your head even as your head swivels. As you rub your pussy through your panties, you continue to lightly pinch your left nipple. You are in ecstasy. You lie back and slowly continue to masturbate through the satiny fabric of your panties. You have worked yourself into such a frenzy that you cum within minutes; your panties show a tiny wet spot that gets bigger and wetter by the second. You finally remove the panties, spread your legs wide, and allow me to view your holiest of treasures, your soft, blonde pussy. You are a real blonde, a true blonde, and it is so fucking hot! As you do this, "Wild Thing" ends and "Push It" by Salt and Pepa begins.
You continue to gently rub your clit with your right hand while plucking at your nipples with your left. Your next orgasm is instantaneous. You turn, facing away from me as you get on your hands and knees. Your hand once again finds its way between your legs. You insert two fingers into yourself, then remove them and rub your sticky sweetness all over the most intoxicatingly beautiful anus I have ever seen. I lightly gasp. I see you look back and smile just before you repeat the process. To make matters worse, you hold your hand between your pussy and ass and curl your finger toward me, a "Come on," but I don't, for I want to enjoy every second of this strip tease. You continue to gently rub your anus. I have to unbutton my pants to alleviate the pressure my hard cock is causing.
You twerk, you sit up on your knees and seductively gyrate your hips as if making love to a phantom ... You move in ways that mortal men reserve for their fantasies because they never dared dream such could become reality. Finally, "Push It" comes to an end and "Atomic" by Blondie begins. This is your cool down period. Everything is in slow motion. You grab your silky blonde hair and let it fall as you shake it across your back. Your hands search out every inch of your body; you bring pleasure to yourself even as you dare to look me in the eye, into my soul. I tell you, "If you were a succubus, I would gladly give my life force to you." You smile. Bill laughs.
You continue as "Atomic" dies, then there is silence. Finally, you ask, "So, how was it?" I tell you that whether you know it or not, you are getting two standing ovations. You smile. You slide off the bed and onto the floor, then you seductively crawl your way toward me. You position yourself between my open legs; I still have not removed my clothing. You rest your forearms on my quads as you lower yourself to a sitting position, then you say, "See that bed over there?"
"Yes." My answer is a whisper.
"Every fantasy you have ever had about me is about to become reality. Before that happens, though, I am going to allow you to do one thing to me right here as you sit in this chair. So, what's it going to be?"
I look deeply into your eyes, wishing I could fall in and drown in desire. I move my gaze to your lips, knowing that every promise you could ever make with them would be worth every sacrifice I would willfully make. Finally, my eyes move to your neck, so soft, so inviting. I say, "Rise up a bit." You do. I gently move your luxurious hair from the side of your neck and place my lips against your warm flesh. I kiss you oh-so-gingerly. I lightly suck. Not enough to cause a hickey, though, for I would never blemish such pristine a site. As a breathy sigh escapes your lips, you lay your head to the right, granting me better access to you. My left palm rests against your face as my right takes a breast and I gently squeeze. You sigh again. This goes on for a couple of minutes, then I pull away. You look at me and smile, say, "Thank you," then you slowly move up and kiss me gently on the lips, bringing a sigh to me as well.
You stand, then make your way to the bed. You lay in the middle on your right side. I stand, look at Bill, who nods his consent, then I remove my clothes and join you. As I lay on my left side in front of you, I ask, "May I kiss you?"
