[Two couples trick each other into sex]
[Author's notes: Warning! This is an extramarital sex story. For those who don't like these themes please move along. Constructive comments are appreciated, hate speech will be deleted.]
[This is the first chapter of "Ascent into Bondage". The story starts out as loving wives, turns towards group sex, then plunges into B&D. It was originally written in 1996.]
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Leigh and I are married in a big wedding in an East Coast church. All of the women I have known in my whole life don't hold a candle to her. She is tall, even statuesque, short black hair, looking for all the world like a classic amazon princess with a slightly butch outlook on life. Her 36C breasts are large, with coffee cup size nipples whose buds stand out a full inch when she is excited. She is slim, athletic, active, warm, funny, and undeniably sexy. She is one of the most hairy women I have ever met, and parting the thatch at the entrance to her sex is like clearing the undergrowth to reach a lava cave. She is only the second woman I have known in my entire life to have large breasts and be so very tight that you cannot put more than two fingers inside of her at a time. This often causes us difficulties in our lovemaking, if she is not fully lubricated, or I'm not fully hard, but we quickly learn the things to do to bring the other person to the heights of passion. One of those things is a very intense fantasy life, which we share over the phone, and during our visits. I live in LA, but have to travel to the head office back east each month. We met on one of those trips and I seduced her.
I went to school in the 70's, when college campuses were outposts on the sexual frontier. Leigh went to school in the late 80's, in, conservative New England in the days of AIDS; she had been adventurous sexually only with her sorority sisters. I am the third man she has ever slept with.
Over the two years before we are married, we talk about threesomes, foursomes, moresomes. Sometimes we read sexy stories to each other as foreplay. Sometimes she lovingly sucks my cock while keeping her eyes glued to an X-rated movie. Sometimes I lick through her dense, wet bush, while she rides my face to orgasm after orgasm, especially while watching her favorite video, which is an amateur swap club orgy. The women are clearly in control of their own sexuality, and very adept at getting the men, or other women, to meet their needs. I think that our fantasies are just that, never to become reality. I have the woman of my dreams. She often tells me that I am the only man to make her feel truly sexual, fully alive. I thrive on every word. We are as deeply in love as two people can be. The night of our wedding, we both drink lightly, leave early, and spend the night 69ing until neither one of us has the energy to cum anymore. Our plane leaves early the next morning for LA. We spend very little time at our house the next two days, instead we drive down to San Diego and see the sights. On the third day, we leave for Maui. It seems like it takes all day to get there. By the time we get checked in at our hotel room, we barely had enough energy to give each other a handjob. Over the next few days, we explore the island, and each other. We make love outside, on the ottoman on our lanai (balcony).
Even though we are on the fifth floor, and the hotel is designed so that each room has a view of the ocean, but not a view of the other rooms, the idea of being seen excites Leigh. "Do you think they can see us from the beach?" she asks in that husky tone of voice which tells me she is nearing climax.
"I'm sure that someone could if they looked right here right now" I say in reply.
She fingers her clit even more furiously, as I slide back and forth from behind her, deep in her tight channel. I pull up her nipples, cupping her breasts from below, lifting her breasts above the balcony railing, as I say "I'm sure they can see you now", knowing this will send her over the edge. Leigh grabs my head, turning to kiss me deeply, as she bucks back to impale herself as deeply on my tool as she can, then the rhythmic clenching and ripples of orgasm run through her tight cunt, milking all the cum from me. I come so hard I feel lightheaded. Leigh collapses on the ottoman, moaning something incoherently.
The next day, we go shopping in Lahaina. There is a great little mall in the center of town, with a great bikini swimsuit store. Leigh has never worn a two piece swimsuit in her life. "The very thought of parading around in what amounts to just a bra and panties, it's as bad - no, maybe worse - than being naked" she tells me.
"How can I walk down the street, without turning every shade of red?" she asks me.
Before the whole afternoon has gone by, between the salesgirls, who wear the skimpiest string bikinis as if they are formal evening gowns, my enthusiastic responses, and the fact that we plan to do some snorkeling, finally convinces Leigh to pick three suits to take home with us. I convince her to wear one of them the rest of the day, while we also buy some sari's for coverups, in case it gets cool or (more likely) Leigh can't handle all the eyes that will soon be feasting on her flesh.
It is very hard for a 27 year old, hardbodied amazon, with a 36C-25-37 figure and a short, almost butch haircut to go un-noticed, even in a place like Lahaina. Leigh several times pleads with me to at least let her put on her T-shirt. Every gaze, of both men and women, seems to find its target on her exquisite body, inflaming both her desires and her shame. I tell her "I am not ashamed of you, or your body". I also tell her "It is as natural here in the islands to be nude as it is to breathe. Everybody here has beautiful bodies, even the ones we would presume to be overweight back at home. Because," I tell her, "love in the islands, is what you are. Everybody shares their love here, of themselves, of their lover, of this beautiful place. How would you like it if the Hawaiians wouldn't let us see this place because it is too beautiful? How selfish of you not to let me enjoy this daring display of the most beautiful person on Earth to me! I'm proud you are so sexy, so good looking, so attractive, so desired by others! Every man wants a woman craved by others, and here I have the best of the best! So let's have no more selfish hiding of a true and natural beauty." My speech rocks Leigh to her very core.
She thinks quietly for a minute, then says "I never thought about that. Thank you."
From that point onward, Leigh is as provocative as she had been reticent. She bends over, to pretend to tie her shoe, just to snap her head up and catch the smile of some men walking by who are drooling over her cleavage, and she smiles a broad 'I caught you looking' smile in reply. She brushes up against people who have looked her over. She changes overnight, from shy to exhibitionist. We are more playful, and much more erotic in public. She grabs me and kisses me, she caresses my ass cheeks and rubs my cock. She guides my hands over her body, to all the locations that were prohibited from any public contact mere days before.
We go snorkeling at Oolawalu beach. We meet several guys, each of whom has a distinct interest in Leigh, but they keep a civil distance because she is with her husband on our honeymoon. Then we meet David and Marie. We watch their stuff while they go out, they watch our stuff while we go out. Their food gets overrun with ants, we share ours. We find out they were married the same day that we were, but living in Seattle, they had arrived several days before us. They are both lawyers, he a partner, she an assistant. He has light brown hair, only an inch taller than Leigh at 5'8", with a wiry build. Marie is also of the fawn colored hair, thin, about 5'5", 34B cup and matching curves. She has the hard legs that come only from a lot of running, and a tight little butt barely wider than I can stretch my hand. They are halfway between my age and Leigh's. Marie has the hard kind of hawkish face that says predator, but melts away like magic into a friendly one when she smiles. David looks smooth, like nothing ever troubles him or fazes him. Except for the way he pays attention to Leigh, like everything she says is magic, like nothing else and no one else matters to him but her. They ask to make up for sharing our lunch by buying us dinner. Leigh quickly agrees. I explain how we have reservations for the Old Town luau tonight, "Can we do it tomorrow?" Marie quickly agrees that will be fine.
All that night has a dreamlike quality to it. Leigh is even more flirtatious, even more brazen. To the luau, she wears two sari's, essentially two large silk scarves, with nothing else underneath. When she walks, you get a glimpse of the thick fur between her legs. You can see her nipples poking out through the fabric. I tell her these things, and she replies "I know. And it turns me on so much I can't stand it. I've been hot like a furnace all day." To prove it to me, she slides my hand up between her legs.
When I touch her deep muff, it is as wet and as hot as I have ever known her to get. I slip a finger between her pussy lips, puffed up to the max, and diddle her clit. I then say to her "I wonder how many people can tell that you are going to have an orgasm right in front of them?". Leigh is slack faced, then the shock of what I have said registers with her, then she goes beet red, and bites her lip as she comes, hard.
The couple across from us notice something and turn to ask "Is anything wrong? Are you ok?".
Leigh winks at them and says "Just my husband, pulling a trick on me."
