A Day at Cap D'agde

A Day at Cap d'Agde

Jay and Janelle loved having sex with each other. Which began as a surprise to both of them given that sex had not really been a priority, or particularly satisfying, before they met. Both in their thirties, they met in unlikely circumstances. Janelle was volunteering at a homeless shelter, when a very tall man in sweatpants and a ratty t-shirt walked in. Janelle immediately thought that he had come in for a meal or a place to sleep so she instantly switched into caretaker mode. Janelle had a way of making anyone she interacted with feel like they were the most important person on earth. The man in sweats, Jay, was so captivated by this outpouring of attention and care that it took him a full minute to explain to her that he was here volunteering along with others at his accounting firm, and then asked where the food and clothing they'd collected should be unloaded. They both got a good laugh over Janelle's misconception and by the end of the long day of volunteering, neither was hiding the lingering glances they were giving each other.

Janelle's previous boyfriend -- Mikey -- had been more interested in the concept of Janelle than in Janelle herself. She was a very attractive and fit woman, who loved to change her look on a whim -- she could pull off hard-edged biker chick as easily as ultra-glam and she knew how to turn heads when she wanted to. For her, it was a way to express herself. She worked at a boutique which encouraged her chameleon-like tendencies. There were some customers who would come in just to see what look Janelle was rocking. Her offbeat and free-spirited approach to life made her a target for men who were looking for a "casual" relationship. Previous boyfriends loved having an easy-going and imaginative woman on their arm and her constant changes in appearance fed their, inevitably loathsome, hunger for variety. Combined with her strong caretaker tendencies, she was always the giver in the bedroom, with very little attention paid to her needs, which she began to accept as normal.

Until Jay. His previous girlfriend of eight years -- Monica -- had come to see sex as an item on a checklist: pay bills, water plants, lunch with sisters, clean bathroom, fuck Jay. She enjoyed it while they were doing it, but it was not a priority. This saddened Jay because he wanted to love every minute of it. Giving and receiving pleasure seemed to him like a glorious opportunity, a free gift that keeps on giving. Monica's lack of enthusiasm -- and effort -- inexorably dulled Jay's excitement. She wasn't interested in trying different positions or techniques and would always arrive in the bedroom for "sex-time" in cotton briefs and a loose-fitting t-shirt. No titillation, no seduction, no romance -- just some admittedly enthusiastic fucking followed by a (solo) shower.

After a few dates and two more weekends volunteering, Jay and Janelle ended up at Jay's place, where they rediscovered their love of sex. Slow tender kisses progressed to more intense making out, and then clothing began to come off quickly. Lying side by side on the bed, Jay propped himself up on his elbow, looked directly into Janelle's light green eyes, licked his thumb, and gently began tracing circles around Janelle's nipple. Her eyes widened and she let out a gasp of pleasure. That single act showed more tenderness than she had felt in years, and her response was more positive feedback than he had ever gotten from Monica. Jay quickly surmised that slow and gentle would be the path to take and he relished the idea of lavishing this woman with caresses and kisses, especially if she would continue responding so enthusiastically.

Jay leaned down and took her nipple between his teeth, sliding his tongue against the tip. Another gasp, followed by a moan. "Do you like that?" he asked, already knowing the answer but craving the acknowledgement.

Janelle was momentarily stunned. No one had ever asked her what she liked. Her eyes teared momentarily before she whispered, "Oh, god, yes." Jay continued to nibble-lick her nipple while softly caressing her belly. Janelle was instantly self-conscious -- she was in very good shape, with nice curves and firm b-cup breasts, but she was by no means a "hardbody." Would Jay be disappointed? The contented sigh he let out as he felt her soft skin was all she needed to hear.

"Tell me if I do anything you don't like," he said. He again licked his thumb, and his index finger as well, and gently tugged on the hood surrounding Janelle's clit. She twitched as if she'd been shocked, then let out a long purr. He rolled the shrouded button between his thumb and forefinger while suckling Janelle's nipples, first one, then the other, back and forth, leaving them erect and glistening. Jay slid his thumb up so that it was now pressing directly on her clit and started tracing the outline of her pussy lips with his finger. He continued this for two minutes, neither of them in any hurry, both savoring the sensations and the sounds each other were making.

When at last Jay plunged his finger between her lips, she was soaked. "Mmmmm," they said in unison, which made them both laugh. After sliding his finger in and out a few times, Jay raised his finger to his lips, looking deep into Janelle's eyes, and tasted her sweet nectar. Janelle silently mouthed "oh my god" as Jay savored the taste of her. He dipped two fingers inside her, deeper this time, and once again tasted her luscious juices. After a few more tastes, Jay placed his thumb back on her clit and inserted his two fingers, deeper this time. Still rubbing circles with his thumb, his fingers probed, looking for the raised rough patch. When he was successful, he pressed his index finger and Janelle cried out, "Ohhhhhhh!"

"Found it," Jay whispered. Found it? Janelle thought to herself, no one has ever gone looking for it like this. The caretaker in her didn't know what to do. She felt like she shouldn't just be laying there, letting this man do all the work. But he seemed to be enjoying it. And she was LOVING it. Still, her hand wandered down to Jay's groin and found Jay's very erect cock. She grasped it gently, feeling his heartbeat pulsing within the shaft. Then she felt his hand grasp hers and move it away from his penis. "Not yet," he said simply. "Now, tell me if I am going to slow, too hard, whatever."

"Really?" she asked breathlessly.

"I want to do it how you like it." Janelle didn't know how she liked it, having never had a man pay this much undivided attention to her clit and g-spot, but she was learning quickly and was emboldened by Jay's request for direction.

"A little deeper and press a little harder, please." They both giggled at "Please." Jay responded, eliciting a moan from Janelle's lovely lips. She could not remember being this wet or this turned on ever. "Yes, that's amazing. You're perfect." She meant to say "that's perfect" but the slip of the tongue revealed what she was truly thinking. This is the most perfect lover I've ever been with and he's done nothing more than finger me.

Which a moment later was no longer the case. Jay slid down the bed and replaced his thumb with his tongue, firmly lapping at Janelle's clit while he caressed her trigger. "Oh. My. God." she panted. This got a contented "mmmm" from Jay. He was loving this almost as much as she was. Jay alternated speed with his fingertips and tongue, revving Janelle up then bringing her down, over and over. When she couldn't take the teasing anymore, she uttered one word: "Pleeeeease?" Jay evened out his rhythm and pressed harder against her g-spot, swirling tiny circles with his fingerpads while he alternated between licking and sucking on her clit. "Yes, yes, yes, yes," she chanted as she felt her muscles contract.

When Jay felt that she was ready to burst, he slowed down to where he was only pulsing against her trigger and suckling her clit. Janelle's frantic "Nooooooo" was quickly replaced with an unbridled "OOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH!" Jay knew she had reached the point of no return, so rather than aggressively pushing her over the edge, he let her own momentum carry her over the edge. The slow-motion release was exquisite, with Jay providing just enough pressure and oral stimulation to prolong her climax as long as possible. Which was longer and more intense than Janelle had ever felt.

When she finally began to come down from her orgasmic rapture, Jay slowly slid his fingers out, kissed her clit one last time, then slid back up the bed. He licked his fingers clean then gently kissed Janelle, whose eyes were still closed from her blissful release. She had never really tasted herself before and certainly not on the lips of her lover. This was a day of firsts, she thought to herself, so she softly pushed her tongue between his, savoring the flavor of what Jay appeared to greedily crave.

After only a moment of reverie, Janelle's brain instantly went to "now you have to please him." She began to stir but Jay grasped her in his arms and said simply, "Not now." She was confused. Didn't he want her? She stole a glance down and saw that he was as hard and throbbing as he'd been when she touched him earlier. As if reading her mind, he pulled her close and said, "Relax, we have plenty of time. I'm not going anywhere."

And for the first time in as long as she could remember, maybe ever, Janelle felt cared for and satisfied. She basked in the feeling, her mind spinning wildly, reliving the last few minutes, while she snuggled into the warmth of Jay's body. She was asleep in minutes.

When she awoke, she was still lying on top of Jay's arm. He had rolled over on his back and was sleeping blissfully, his lips still slightly glistening from her wetness. She looked at his naked body for a few minutes. He was so tall, easily 6'5", with an athletic build. Obvious muscles but not a gym rat. He had told her he liked to run, which was obvious from his well chiseled legs. She was still amazed at the selfless and generous treatment she had received. So she decided to return the favor.

The trashy ladies' magazines that littered the break room at the boutique opined at length about "10 ways to drive your man wild" and "Do this and he'll be your love slave." She read these sometimes with great amusement but, admittedly, they occasionally got her a little hot. She wondered if she could ever pull off being the unabashed siren these magazines encouraged her to be. She recalled one article where a woman described how she had woken her man up with a blowjob so gentle, he didn't wake up until he was literally exploding in her mouth. She had thought it was nonsense but had to admit that, as she sat there gazing at Jay's softened cock, she kinda liked the idea.

She leaned over and gave his cock a tentative lick. Nothing. She tried another longer and wetter lick. A twitch. She giggled, quite pleased with herself. She licked him again then watched, entranced, as his cock began to swell. I wonder what he's dreaming, she thought to herself. Well, whatever it is, it's about to get a lot better. She licked her fingertips and gently caressed his balls as she continued long slow licks along his shaft. She could feel it hardening beneath her tongue and she thought to herself that she had never felt as sexy as she did in that moment.

She licked her fingertips again, this time gliding them across his shaft while she lightly licked his ball sac. Jay moaned but showed no signs of stirring, so she kept at it, lavishing his balls until they sparkled in the lamp light. His cock was now almost fully erect, pulsing up and down with his heartbeat. She now had access to his cockhead without having to touch his stomach. She softly massaged his balls and began to lick the head. His cock twitched beneath her tongue. She was worried that the twitching might awaken him, so she enveloped the head and another inch of the shaft in her mouth. She held it there feeling the blood pulsing. She moaned then caught herself -- she desperately wanted to avoid waking him. She swirled her tongue around the head and sucked lightly. Another soft moan from Jay. I would love to know what his dream looks like now, she laughed to herself. Slowly but firmly she sucked on the head and shaft, taking another two inches, then backing off. She recalled that the trashy magazines explained that blowjobs are a highly visual act, with licking and slobbering and throating the cock supposedly being a big part of the experience, but when it was time to get him off, a steady pace and firm pressure, along with careful ball-fondling, gets the job done. Since Jay was asleep and couldn't see any kind of blowjob queen performance -- not that Janelle thought she could pull it off or even if Jay would like that (but she'd be sure to ask sometime!) -- she decided that a slow march to a rapturous finish was the best course of action and, if she was careful and a little lucky, the first thing Jay would see when he awoke sputtering would be his cock blissfully flooding Janelle's mouth.

Which, after a few minutes of soft but determined sucking -- she had never wanted to put this much effort into a blowjob before, but now it felt like the most important thing in the world -- was exactly what happened. Jay was easily 15 years beyond his last wet dream and body memory is an amazing thing, but when he had sex dreams in his 20's and 30's, he'd always feel like he was just about to cum but couldn't quite get there, usually waking up rock hard and, all too often, next to an indifferent partner. This time was different. Unlike the frustrating delay in his release in his dream state, he felt the unmistakable sensation of an imminent orgasm past the point of no return, which was enough to rouse him from sleep into foggy wakefulness. What he saw set him off instantly: Janelle's full luscious lips wrapped around his cockhead, her cheeks caved in from the suction, her hands holding his ball sac like a peach, pushing against his taint.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" was all he could manage, still not completely coherent and overcome with the incredible sensation of cumming into a warm mouth, watching this beauty coaxing every drop of semen out of his balls. Janelle had given blowjobs before because boyfriends wanted/asked/expected them but had never understood the appeal until this moment. The power to give such pleasure so easily made her feel more desirable than she had ever felt before. This man made her feel sexy, made her WANT to be sexy.

Janelle had also never quite understood swallowing after a blowjob, but she didn't want any part of this experience to be anything less than a fantasy come true for both of them. After a minute of lightly stroking his shaft and gently massaging his balls, Jay began to soften and as he did, any remaining fluid in his cock bubbled to the top. Janelle's mouth never released Jay so she sucked the last remnants out, paused, and with her eyes sparkling she looked directly into Jay's eyes and swallowed. The look of awe, appreciation, and lust in his eyes made Janelle decide then and there that she would never give (him) another blowjob without extracting and swallowing every salty musky luscious drop.

When he could think clearly and have a chance to speaking coherently, Jay said simply, "Wow." Janelle took that as her cue to slide in next to him. He wrapped her in his arms and kissed her. She was concerned that he might not like tasting his own leftover sperm in her mouth but there was no force on earth that was going to keep Jay from kissing the lips that had just provided him such pleasure.

They lay still next to each other for several minutes. Without lifting her head, Janelle whispered, "None of my boyfriends ever took such care of me like that. To ask if I liked the way you were doing something. Thank you."

"My last girlfriend -- so many wasted years -- never got that excited or responsive. It makes me want to do this again and again."

"Not wasted years -- if you were single any earlier I might never have found you. And I want to do this, and a hundred other things, again and again, too."

And they did. Later that day, they made love for the first time. And then later still they fucked. The distinction, Janelle explained, is that making love is gentle and intimate, while fucking is wild and chaotic. Both fun, both have their place.

They moved into a new apartment together a month later, were engaged two months after, and were married a year to the day after when they first met at the shelter. They had a lot of common interests -- old movies, cycling, volunteering -- and some complementary ones -- he loved to cook, she loved to eat; he loved craft beer, she loved wine; she loved football, he loved baseball. There was a healthy mix of together and alone time. Their previous poor choices in boy/girlfriends had weakened or severed their ties with older friends, which they worked hard on rebuilding.

And they had sex. A lot. They both had a giddy fascination with how much pleasure you could have with each other's bodies. They experimented a little, and as long as they were honest and talked things over, nothing was instantly ruled out as "gross" or "too far." Well, except peeing and pooping -- neither of them saw the appeal or wanted their typical "try it, you might like it" to be tested here. But everything else was fair game. Their bodies were marvelous toys that could bring unending joy.

With the new-found comfort with their bodies and each other, they found they got a thrill from playing around in unusual places. It started with Jay fingering Janelle in a movie theater, progressed to Janelle sucking Jay off at the lake at dusk where no one -- usually -- could see them, to full on fucking on the roof terrace of their apartment building where passing planes or nearby high-rises may or may not have been able to see them. They were never caught but they sometimes fantasized about what they'd do.

"We'd keep going," Janelle would bravely assert.

"And get thrown out of the building," Jay would respond.

"Are you kidding, this would be the most excitement most of them have had in months!" They'd laugh but both secretly wondered how far they'd go. For the time being, it was a moot point -- they were having more fun than they could have possible imagined and there was no compelling reason to think about wild public lovemaking.

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A year or so after being married, Jay walked in on a junior associate at his accounting firm perusing porn in the office on a company laptop. This was grounds for immediate dismissal and Jay confiscated the laptop and called security. He took the laptop to HR, who confirmed that it was the young man's last day of employment and headed back to work. But not before he caught a glimpse of what the now-unemployed junior accountant was looking at. The video was titled "A Day at Cap d'Agde" and it showed a naked woman on a beach performing a blowjob with a dozen men and women standing by, some with their dicks in their hands. Hmmm.

When he got home that evening, he did a quick search and found the video in question. Janelle and he would occasionally watch porn together. Most of it was absurd play-acting or degrading extreme sex, but there was also a fair amount of realistic and often tender content. And they found it a plentiful source of ideas. After seeing one video, Janelle surprised Jay with a vibrator that when inserted would stimulate his prostate and perineum; Janelle watched in awe as Jay exploded like a fountain without being touched. Neither of them realized how soothing a tongue in/on/around your sphincter could be, but both were now hooked. Janelle leaned into her penchant for changing her look, often surprising Jay with an almost completely new woman; one week she'd have long black hair with sultry makeup and the next she'd have a red bob with candy-apple lips and nails and a merry-widow to match. Jay loved her imagination and encouraged her to follow her urges.