Author's Note: It might be advisable to re-read Erotic Adventures Ch. three, before reading this one. The bulk of the story takes place in a gymnasium that was fully described in that Chapter and, for maximum enjoyment, I believe that the exercise will prove to be beneficial.
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It was incredibly liberating, to be discussing my latest fantasy, over dinner, with Peter. I suspected that Peter had noticed my wanton behaviour with his new friend, even before I caught that last wave back to shore. His obvious approval would have surprised me more if I hadn't read the book, 'Addicted to Attention'. My mind was excited by the prospect of having Jim make love to me, with Peter's approval, devoid of the guilt that would normally follow such an encounter. After all, I would merely be obeying Peter's wishes. I had readily agreed to allow him to control the moral aspect of my personal life, in the way that I always suspected that he wanted to, being totally subordinate and dressing, or not, to please him.
"I wonder if the evening paper arrived yet?" Peter looked up.
"I'll have a look for you, honey."
I walked to the front window and peeped around the curtain. There, nestling against the bottom step of the front door, sat the rolled up newspaper. Peter was watching me, to test my obedience, I guessed. I already knew what was expected of me.
There was nobody around and it was almost dusk. My heart was thumping as I cautiously opened the door, making sure that I didn't forget to secure the latch. The evening air cooled my naked flesh and there was an creeping sexual tension mounting within my body. I guessed that it was silly to worry about such a brief outing as this, after my nude experiences at the beach. I raced toward the paper, swooped it up and ran back inside to close the door again, flushed with success. My breathing was ragged as I dropped the evening newspaper in front of Peter and looked at the wall clock in the kitchen.
"Nearly 7 pm already. What time do we have to get going, over to the gym, darling?" I asked, breathlessly
"Normally, not till around 8 pm." He followed my eyes. "God! I'd better get some work done before we go." Peter beamed at me happily, looking at our dishes, pointedly. "Don't forget, just watch yourself with that hot water when you clean up."
"Whatever you say, Master." I giggled.
Peter laughed and kissed me before going back to his computer room to finish working on his Emails and scan the newspaper.
My trepidation, at the thought of working out in the gym with Peter's band of followers had gone. After my experiences at the free beach, I looked forward to meeting all of them again and discussing the day's events with Kim, in particular. The thought of Jim being there, as well, had preyed on my mind since Peter had intimated that my fantasy encounter might yet come to life. Images from the book I had been reading sprung to mind as I performed my house duties in the nude. I was beginning to enjoy my freedom from clothing almost as much as Peter obviously did. I just hoped that no-one would come to the door.
I nearly dropped the plate that I was drying when I felt the vibrator begin to move within me. Peter had a unique way of calling me now. It reminded me that I was totally his, to command. With some degree of difficulty I finished putting the dishes away. I was orgasmic with carnal anticipation by the time I got back into our bedroom.
Peter was waiting for me, his intentions plain to see in his smile.
"We've got time, if we're quick." He motioned to the bed.
Obediently I lay face down while he prepared me for entry. The lively movement of my toy made it hard to stop bucking my hips as waves of pure orgasmic pleasure swept through my nerve endings. Peter seemed to enjoy probing me with his oily fingers, stretching and kneading my anal muscles until they were fully relaxed. Finally he entered me, filling me as never before and awakening my long held fantasy about the exquisite thrill of a double penetration.
This time I imagined that I was riding Jim vaginally while Peter was taking advantage of my exposed rosebud opening, easily his favourite lovemaking position. The velvet smoothness of our bodies seemed to increase the pleasure that we both felt. He started off slowly and sensually enough but before long he was pounding me from behind while I writhed with the unique pleasure of being so totally filled. The tiny vibrator in my love nest appeared to have an erotic effect on Peter as well. I felt the raw power of his climax pressurise my internal organs as he spilled his seed in short spasms of movement and then held my breasts tightly, stroking my engorged nipples. I moaned in delight, even while he extracted my toy, telling me it was nearly time for us to leave. Peter seemed to have enjoyed my outgoing behaviour and cautioned me to keep it up.
While we showered, Peter told me that he had spent his time with Jim discussing their various professional interests, as well as surfing.
