Fan Club

I'm all about the fans. -Phife Dawg

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I can honestly say, without bragging, that my wife, Toni, is my biggest fan. She's a fifty-seven-year-old, petite, blonde, five-foot-one-inch tall, buxom (34-D), with a beautiful athletic physique. Physically she's a powerhouse. And psychologically as well. She knows what she likes and wants and isn't shy about it - not obnoxious, just clear and firm. That applies to every aspect of her life and our twenty-five-year marriage, including our sex life. She has her limits, but there's almost nothing that she doesn't want us to try at least once, and there's plenty that we have.

I'm a few years older, sixty, active, and, like her, physically fit. I've been told that I'm attractive, and I am glad about that, but truthfully, that doesn't matter much to me. Being older means I'm not overly worried about what others think of me - I am who I am, take it or leave it. Aging hasn't slowed me down, either. I'm still active and enjoy learning new things, such as woodworking and photography, which are fun and creative ways to bring ideas to life. With my wife's encouragement, I've completed carpentry projects, developed a solid social media platform for my art photography, and built a healthy audience for my newest hobby - writing erotica.

As a couple, Toni and I have enjoyed a great life. We're both retired and are financially comfortable. We volunteer at our local animal shelter, help our grown kids as needed, and have seen much of the world. One travel luxury we found early in our relationship is a Caribbean clothing-optional resort. When we booked our trip, we knew the place catered to swingers, but since we aren't in the lifestyle, we never considered sexually connecting with anyone else. It was just a chance for us to lay naked in the sand and drink too much tequila. A once-in-a-lifetime, wild lark trip. But we met so many interesting and friendly people and enjoyed ourselves so much on the first trip that we've returned every year. And each time, we stretch our sexual boundaries further and further; nothing that qualifies us as swingers - swayers maybe, but not full-on swingers.

It was a typical five o'clock happy hour at the resort. Most guests had gathered at the oversized hot tub to drink and socialize. Some were on the prowl, looking to hook up with whoever they could and add a notch to their bedpost. Others, like my wife and I, were enjoying the open and honest conversations that flow between people when they are well-lubricated with potent drinks and are standing around completely naked. Not surprisingly, much of the talk was risqué.

"You are gorgeous," a well-endowed brunette said to my wife as we stood together in the bubbling water.

"Thank you," Toni replied. It wasn't the first time she'd gotten that kind of compliment.

"I feel like I've seen you somewhere before."

"We come here every year."

"No," the woman said. "Not that. Are you on Only Fans?"

Toni blushed. I'd often told her she could be on the sexy video website. "Um... no. I don't do Only Fans."

"Too bad. You'd be great there." She sipped her drink. "If you want, I can make it happen.

"No thanks, I'm really not interested."

"Okay, and sorry if I offended you."

"No offense at all. That kind of porn just isn't my thing."

"Oh," she eyed me and my wife. "Any particular reason you don't like porn?"

"It's Only Fans that I'm not into. We," Toni motioned to me, "enjoy good porn."

She took a step closer to us. "That's great. I think a lot more women enjoy it than will admit to it. What do you like?"

Toni hesitated and carefully studied the brunette before answering. "Movie or book, there needs to be a decent storyline and not just a bunch of blow-jobs or fucking. And neither of us likes it when the women are pathetic wimps, and the men walk all over them."

"Oooh, you are my kind of girl." The woman smiled and stepped even closer. "So, do you have any favorites?"

"Do you mean stories or movies?"

"Both, either."

"Most of the videos we've seen recently have been boring. I miss the old movies like

Behind the Green Door, Debbie Does Dallas

, and whatever the one in the airplane cockpit was called." Toni paused, looked at me, then turned back to the woman. "As far as written stuff goes, I've got specific tastes."

"I agree a hundred percent about the videos. You should check out the ones made by women. They're the best." Then she locked eyes with Toni as if sensing my wife was holding back. "What do you mean by you have 'specific tastes for written stuff'?"

My wife pulled me in close to her. "There's one author that I particularly like. I read all his stories, and they always get me going. You can find him on a website called Literotica."

"I know that site," she said excitedly. "Who's the writer? Tell me. Don't hold back."

Toni gave her a gratuitous smile and then whispered into her ear.

The brunette gaped at us, actually at me. " Holy shit! That's you? You wrote

A Halloween to Remember

and the

Silver Linings

series?" Both Toni and I nodded. "I love those! They're super hot."

I blushed. "Thanks. I'm glad you liked them."

She squinted her eyes at me. "The 'resort' stories are about here, aren't they?" I nodded. "I knew it!" She gave me a lascivious grin. "And are they all true?"

"Let's just say this place inspires me," I answered.

"How exciting." She paused, "Don't go anywhere," she said quickly and then began to walk away before stopping and turning back, "Promise?" Toni and I nodded again. Then she disappeared into the crowd.

"I can't believe you told her," I said to my wife.

"Why? You're an excellent writer. Why wouldn't you want to meet a fan?"

My wife had a point. This was an opportunity to talk with a reader and learn about my audience. And to be honest, it was also an ego boost. I didn't have time to think any more about it because the brunette was churning through the water toward us with two women in tow. "Tell them," she said to Toni. "Tell them what you told me."

My wife told the women my pen name and about my hobby of writing erotica.

"I've read those stories. They're some hot shit," the big-breasted redhead said. She looked at Toni, "You're the blonde in the stories, aren't you?" Toni blushed. "You're just as sexy in person as in print." The red flush on my wife's neck and face deepened.

The third woman in the group, a blonde, said, "The guys he writes about always have 'awesome cocks,'" she made air quotes with her fingers, "and really know how to lick pussy. I assume your husband inspired those attributes." She stepped closer. "And that he can fuck as good as his characters do."

Rather than being taken aback by the blunt and bawdy talk, Toni joined in. "I've never seen, tasted, nor felt a better cock." She looked at me and then leaned toward the women. "The stories don't do his oral skills justice, and he fucks like a pornstar."

The women looked delighted by my wife's response. "Do you like pussy as much as his pretend women do?" The redhead asked Toni. Her face bore a hopeful expression.

My wife is very open-minded and has been sexually adventurous, but she isn't bisexual. Toni shook her head, "No. But whatever floats your boat." The redhead looked disappointed but unoffended by my wife's comment. "And even though it's not my thing, how he writes girl-on-girl stuff is exciting."

"That's an understatement," the brunette said. "His lezzie scenes make me wish I had a girlfriend close to home rather than having to wait until I get here to scratch that itch." She draped her arm over the redhead's shoulder.

"I hear ya," the blonde said to her friend. "And I attack my husband or give one of my vibrators a workout every time I read or re-read one of your stories." The three said, "Thank you," to me in unison.

I felt flattered and didn't know what to say. So I just mumbled, "You're welcome. I'm glad you like them."

"What are you going to write next?" The brunette asked.

"Um, I don't know."

Toni looked at me with a wry smile and then gazed at the women. "He always comes up with something. All he needs is a little inspiration."

"Exactly what type of 'inspiration' do you mean?" the brunette asked Toni.

"The kind that stimulates him to write stories."

Women have a mysterious type of silent communication they can do with each other. Without saying a word, the four ladies nodded in sync, seemingly reaching some kind of agreement. "I need to refill my drink," Toni said. "Anything you ladies want?" Somehow. it didn't sound like a question.

"Anything?" The blonde asked.

"Absolutely," my wife immediately answered. Then she raised her glass to me and said, "Enjoy time with your fans." Then she walked away toward the swim-up bar, with her drink more than half full.

"I can't believe you're him." The brunette said, stepping very close to me. Her bare breast was almost touching my arm. "I've read all of your stories."

"Me too," said the blonde standing on my other side, equally close.

"I wasn't sure if you were a guy or a girl. You write from both perspectives, and they're equally hot." The redhead was low in the water in front of me. Her generous breasts floated in the bubbling waves and brushed against my hip. "I love that your sexy wife is a main character in your stories." She rested her hand on my knee. "Are you the leading man or just an inspiration?" I swallowed hard and remained quiet. "Because you look pretty hot in the flesh. And," she slid her hand up the inside of my thigh, "I'm wondering if what you've got up here is as awesome as what your main character always has." Her fingers wrapped around my semi-flaccid cock.

Neither Toni nor I are prudes, and at the resort we've pushed the boundaries of what most would consider sexually adventurous. But standing in a crowded hot tub, being fondled by a big-breasted redhead kneeling at my feet, was one of the most erotic things I'd ever experienced. I couldn't keep from moaning.

She stroked my growing erection and asked, "You like that?" It felt so good that I wasn't able to answer. "I do. It's long and thick and fits perfectly in my hand, just the way your characters describe in your stories." She caressed me until I was fully erect.

"Look," the brunette said, reaching for the end of my pole that was now sticking up above the water's surface. "That

is

awesome." She wrapped her fingers around my cockhead. "And he feels good, just like his wife said." The redhead kept stroking me while the brunette rubbed her fingers around and around my crown.

"She said that he tastes good, too," the blonde pressed against me. "We should find out for ourselves."

Without letting go of me, the redhead stood up, trapping my stiff rod (still in hers and the brunette's grasp) between our bodies. "What do you say, mister writer? Should your fans find out if reality is as good as fiction?" The blonde nibbled my earlobe.

I was stupefied, speechless, and frozen in place. Never in a million years could I have imagined being surrounded by three assertive, sexy seductresses. It was every guy's pipe dream, pure fantasy, and it was precisely the kind of erotic scenario that I authored. But in real life, this kind of thing does

not

happen. I was sure that what seemed like a headlong rush to a phantasmic carnal escapade would come to a crashing end. The women would walk away, chuckling at how they teased me. Or my wife would rush over and break it up. Or maybe both.

"Look," the blonde whispered in my ear. I turned toward the bar and saw Toni staring at me. She smiled and lifted her glass in salute. "Your sexy wife is a fan like us. You're not going to deny your fans, are you?" She seductively licked the side of my neck while the redhead and the brunette both stroked my rigid mast. A shudder of pleasure coursed through me. Toni saw it all, and her grin got bigger. I cast aside my doubts and kissed the redhead first, then the brunette, and then the blonde.

"Come on," the brunette said, pulling me by the hand as she stepped to the edge of the hot tub.

"Where are we going?" I asked. The other two women were already out of the water.

"We want to be comfortable for our reality check." She climbed out of the water onto the hot tub deck and joined her friends, standing beside a poolside bed. It was one of several that surrounded the hot tub in full view of the crowd milling about in the water. Most of the beds were occupied by people involved in a variety of sexual shenanigans. There were pairs, threesomes, and foursomes, and on one, I saw so many entangled arms and legs that I couldn't tell how many people were piled up together. It was a mind-boggling sex show, and it was the norm during happy hour.

The redhead and blonde knelt on the bed and gestured to me. "You're not going to be shy, are you?" The redhead patted the mattress in front of her. I still couldn't believe this salacious flight of fancy was actually happening. But like a moth drawn to a flame, I stepped forward and joined the women on the bed. The busty ginger immediately grabbed me and pressed her lips to mine. It was an incredible kiss, and I surrendered to it, letting my mouth relax so she could probe her tongue deep into me. After a long moment, she pulled back and licked our combined saliva from her lips. "I like the way you kiss." She turned to her friends. "I get his tongue first. If he licks pussy as well as he kisses and half as good as he writes about it, I'm gonna cum like a freight train."

"Your life just isn't complete without a tongue up inside you, is it?" The blonde chuckled and shook her head.

"My vagina and a talented tongue go together like peanut butter and jelly."

"Well, enjoy your PB and J, while we feast on this luscious hunk of man meat." The brunette and the blonde gripped my stiff rod. "Get your fill, and then we'll trade places."

A hand pushed me flat on the bed. "Works for me," said the redhead. "Me too," said the blonde. "But nobody hog his happy ending. We'll all share that."

"Agreed!" They said in unison. Then the redhead lowered herself onto my upturned face, and the other women began laving my rock-hard cock and surging balls.

In my stories, I write about how thrilling it is to receive and deliver pleasure when mouths and genitals are intimately entwined. It's a feast for all the senses -sight, touch, taste, smell, and sound. I love handjobs and intercourse, but to me, being buried between a woman's legs or feeling her lips around my shaft is heavenly. When the redhead dropped her pussy onto my lips, and the others licked and sucked my stiff rod, it was all of that and more. I was immediately transported into a world of pure carnal bliss, rocketing upward to sexual ecstasy. At some point, I knew I'd reach my limit and explode with climactic release. But before that happened, I wanted to shower each of the three beauties with orgasmic delight. I focused my attention on licking and sucking on the crimson-furred pussy atop my lips.

"Oh, yessss!" I heard a voice rasp as the redhead began vigorously humping herself against my mouth. I licked her faster and harder. Her thighs clamped tight around my ears, and she pushed herself down onto me. Her hands pressed onto my chest, and in my mind's eye, a picture formed - the redhead bent over at the waist, head turned up to the sky, heavily lidded eyes, mouth hanging open, while she energetically rode my tongue the way a cowboy rides a bucking bronco. I found her clit with my tongue and thrashed it. "Oh my god!" That cry of joy made it past the soft flesh of her thighs pressed over my ears. I sucked hard on her nub, and then she went rigid.

There's no mistaking when a man cums. The sticky, white fountain he releases is a visual exhibition of his climax. Similarly, some women squirt, and that's spectacular but rare. Even if they don't do that and just set free their nectar, a woman's cum is like a gift to me. When the redhead atop me orgasmed, she released an almost overwhelming flood. I swallowed as fast as I could, but her cum poured past my lips, ran down the side of my face, filled my ears, and soaked the bed. It was one of the wildest and wettest orgasms I'd ever had the pleasure of being part of.

When her orgasm came to an end, the redhead dismounted me and flopped onto the bed. "Holy fuck," she gasped. "That was amazing." She caught her breath and sat up beside her friends, who had watched her peak atop my face. "You really do know how to lick pussy." She kissed me and began wiping her secretions off my face. "I made a mess, didn't I?" She giggled. "Sorry, I should have warned you that I'm kind of juicy."

"I'm not sorry," I said.

"I'm glad. Reality does match fiction," she purred, then kissed me.

"Speaking of fiction and reality, it's my turn to figure out which I like more," said the blonde. She laid back on the bed and spread her legs. "C'mon, Shakespeare, show me that your tongue is mightier than your pen."

The sight of her splayed out before me was unbelievably arousing. Pleasuring the redhead had been great, and I wanted to give the blonde an equally good experience. I rolled onto my belly, reached out with my hand, and at the same time lowered my mouth to her engorged labia. As I dove into her delectable flesh, one or both of the other women pulled my hips upward off the mattress and began caressing my stiff cock. "Mmmm, more," was the last thing I heard from all three before I lost myself in another delightful round of oral sex.

The blonde came hard, with her legs drawn up almost to her ears, and my lips locked onto her clit, while my fingers plunged in and out of her steamy tunnel. Her orgasm was less wet than the redhead's but equally mighty and just as delectable.

I didn't get any time to rest. Immediately after I finished off the blonde, the brunette moved the two of us into a sixty-nine position with me on top. It took all of my self-control not to spear my rock-hard shaft all the way into her mouth while I ravaged her pussy with my tongue. Her teasing licks on my dangling cockhead drove me wild, and I let that energize my oral efforts. She came calling out a euphoric "Fuck yes!" and let loose a river of cum almost as abundant as the redhead's.

Unbelievable!

I thought, laying flat on the bed with the three women piled around me. I may have written about wild sexcapades, but I never imagined actually being in one. I took a deep breath and tried to rein in the lust surging through me. I'd satisfied three women's libidinous desires (and felt prideful about that), but they'd fanned mine, not consummated them. My steel-hard cock was throbbing with need, and I was desperate for release. However, I was confident that my time with the "fans" was over and that I'd have to wait until later to get my relief with Toni.

Would that happen?

I wondered. My wife seemed to approve of everything with her wave from the bar. But how would she really feel about seeing me between the legs of three women?

What will she say?

The answer came when I looked up and saw Toni standing over the bed. "You ladies aren't going to let that hard cock go to waste, are you?" To my astonishment, she was holding out a foil-wrapped condom toward the women.

The brunette sat up and took the packet. "Oooh, ribbed, my favorite." She tore it open, gripped my shaft, and began rolling on the latex. "I call dibs," she announced.

"Don't forget. We agreed," the blonde said as she and the redhead moved out of the way.

The brunette finished putting on the condom, then swung her leg over top of me and impaled herself onto my stiff rod. "Aaaaah!" She exclaimed as I slid deep into her. "I won't forget. I promise."

I love it when Toni is on top. The feel of her body weight pressing down onto me and the sight of her breasts swaying back and forth as she begins to undulate always drives me wild. And when she vigorously pounds up and down on me, the feel of her tight, warm vagina on my rod sends me into overdrive. On downward thrusts, she clenches her Kegel muscles and forces my cockhead against her g-spot. Then she draws back, stroking the length of my mast with her exquisite flesh. No doubt about it, especially when doing it cowgirl style Toni really knows how to fuck. The brunette's skills were definitely on par with my wife's. She began with slow, strong pelvic oscillations, then she placed her hands flat on my chest and started energetically thrusting up and down. My moans of delight were almost as loud as hers.