Art begins the story:
What started out as a husband trying to inject a little spark into his own sex life was rapidly turning into a case of the wife getting the injections and the husband trying to find a spark. While I was waffling on the idea of swinging, preferring one on one encounters, wifee was leaping headlong into adventures of her own that any of several dozen men would be happy to provide. Some of them turned out exciting. Some were boring, some included me and some did not. This chapter is of the latter persuasion.
Kat continues:
After getting fucked so well by my kinky friend Billy, it was all I could do to try and figure out a day or an afternoon or even a shared car ride where we could resume our fun. I work a lot of hours, but as long as we're going to have free reign for a while I'm pretty sure I can make better use of the time than my old man ever could. If Billy wasn't available there were at least three or four guys I could get back in touch with that would be happy to either pick up where they had left off or to start something new. Guys with big dicks, guys with small dicks and big tongues, guys that just wanted to play a little touchy feely; never a shortage of guys who will play with a horny MILF! And, whether my husband would credit me with it or not, the crèmes and muds and masks and surgeries had not been for naught. I looked damn good for a woman in her forties. No, there will be no difficulty finding playmates.
Part of the fun of doing almost anything is in the challenge it provides. Sure it's fun retrying old favorite positions, places and ideas, but, isn't a bit of fresh-got whatever always more exciting? As someone who was only now re-opening the eyes, so's to speak, to the possibilities that were available around me, possibilities that I had long repressed or denied, the view was similar to that available to a kid in a candy store.
I felt so excited, sinister, relieved and refreshed when I first took that plunge and invited my internet friend to meet and later fuck me silly that I could barely keep the smug and self satisfied smile off of my face when my husband dejectedly returned from his attempted romp (or what I supposed to be a quickie with a girl friend). I could still feel that fullness in my pussy where only minutes earlier, Billy had been pumping me full of his seed. Maybe I'll get the husband to fuck me tonight too, for contrast if nothing else. Maybe, I'll just wait till he falls asleep and set something else up for later. Oh the possibilities.
Romping around the house nude and IM'ing my new friends was starting to become one of my favorite pass times; especially since my skin was bronzed from frequently basking in the back yard au natural (but that's another story). Later that week while Billy and I were partaking in our early morning IM session, we continued to share a few more fantasies, each one a bit more dangerous than the last, with mine leaning toward exhibitionism and his towards S&M with leather, whips and things I had never even heard of.
The object of the session was simple. Whoever could out-do the other and make them cum first was the winner. The only rule was to think outside the box with outrageous situations and be honest when you finally got yourself off. On that particular morning my imagination was running wild and we made plans for a classic afternooner at his place before his daughters came down to spend three weeks of the summer with him.
He preferred that I wore a short summer dress with no underwear when I went to meet him. Driving to a new place practically naked except for a few scraps of fabric rubbing gently against my breasts caused my nipples to harden while the wet spot between my legs tingled and caused my free hand to reach down to temporarily satisfy my cravings till help arrived. While I was waiting and parked outside his building, a gentleman hopped in the black sports car along side me, and began watching. I proceed to give him a good view of what I was doing; after all he may want to masturbate to me later that evening.
When Billy finally arrived, he planted a big wet kiss on my lips to greet me and laughed as he told the story of the cop who stopped and ticketed him for speeding on his way to the afternoon fuck he was about to enjoy. We raced up the stairs as he continued to reach up my dress and play with my snatch before we entered his place. After a quick tour, he selected a chilled wine from his expansive collection and proceed to pour me a glass and then remove the only shred of clothing I possessed that day. We moved to the patio in which he proudly displayed his trophy for the entire courtyard to see and proceeded to finger my pussy that was already extremely swollen in anticipation of entry. Billy continued to push all of my buttons, exhibitionism, nudity, hot sultry sex and the fear of being caught. It was all about my pleasure; what ever I wanted to feel, taste or touch was what mattered.
Next he offered a small box for me to open that was decorated with what appeared to be Chinese markings. As Billy had traveled the world extensively, and with his perverse interests, I tried to imagine what might be contained there in, and braced myself for the unknown. Holding the box at arms length I saw what appeared to be tiny wrinkled pebbles, he popped two into his mouth and suggested that I try one. Some sort bitter sexuality-awakening herb is all that I remember. Then a refill on the wine to wash it down, and delicious chocolate covered strawberries offered to me like I was an ancient goddess.
My senses were beginning to tingle as I took a plunge into the hot tub. The bubbles felt invigorating on my skin as his hands played with my erect nipples. He leaned over and enclosed my mouth with his deep French kisses as I felt his hard manhood rub against my legs and belly. He slid me over to the edge and positioned one of the air jets into my pussy.
"Ooh, that's got the spot!" I fairly yelled.
"Are you ready for the hi-speed jets?" he smiled.
When he hit the HI button, it was like a light bulb went on in my brain. Not the "idea"-bulb but like a new circuit had been lit in my brain.
Billy placed a few plush towels against the edge, and pinned me against the sides, this time making sure the jets were shooting on my ass. He began fingering my pussy and teasing me over and over again. I reached down and began rubbing his balls and soon he was solid and firm as a rocket all the way through as I slid my hand up and down his shaft squeezing his balls with one hand and yanking it with the other. He then began sliding his cock between my legs and toward my pulsating pussy. My nipples were hard and aching by now as he plucked, tweaked and pulled them between his nimble fingers. With a quick fluid motion he donned a royal blue condom with pleasure nubs and ridges from stem to stern. Pushing me back against the edge of the tub with his tongue deep down my throat, I waited in anticipation for him to launch his rocket's attack on my wet love box. Thrust one just popped the little blue head in. Thrust two went a little deeper and thrust three sent the bright blue bonanza right up to my navel. Then he started banging me, slowly at first and then harder and faster with each thrust. He must have felt my legs going limp as he lifted me up again, spearing me like a fish on his meat hook and then lifting me up and out of the tub while still impaled on his love muscle.
I could feel the breeze blowing gently and sending shivers up and down my wet body. In the distance I could see the community pool and wondered which of the residents downstairs could have seen what was happening on this balcony. I stood up and stretched like a leopard, then turned on the shower. As I braced my hands against the wall, my legs spread apart and the water streamed down from my shoulders, alternating between sliding over my tits and down my backside.
In my most sultry voice I begged him to "come here", as I wiggled my ass and bent even further over exposing my sweet spot. This time when he came at me from behind there was more teasing on his part, partially to regain control and also to avoid giving in to my desires just yet. His breath was heavy as he nibbled on my ear lobes and then down my neck and spine. I could feel the chills run down my body as I yelped in anticipation teetering on the edge of ecstasy and exhaustion. He spread my ass cheeks open and slowly began to slip his cock between my legs and back into my pussy. He slid his finger into my ass as my body convulsed in orgasms that were radiating through my body like a fireworks eruption.
"Wow! Where did that come from? I am definitely going to have to get me some of those little wrinkled pebbles, it takes orgasms to a whole new level!" I laughed.
Later, as we both sat naked on the living room couch, he tuned in a bit of jazz music to keep us in the mood. He then poured us each another glass of wine and rubbed scented oils smelling faintly of mulling spices onto my body. As he massaged my neck and back, he talked about how it was just like sailing on the ocean.
"It's mostly smooth with a few nice ripples and bumps. Every now and then there's a stormy tempest that needs to be tamed." All this came out while he began playing with my breasts a bit harder again.
All of a sudden there was a jiggling at the front door, and in walked his mother holding her purse and keys in one hand and carrying a shopping bag in the other. I immediately grabbed a small pillow to cover up a bit while Billy, not missing a beat, commenced with the introductions. I wasn't sure what the proper etiquette was in this situation as she reached out to shake my hand. She proceeded into the kitchen to put things away, while we picked up our clothes from the floor and made our escape into the bedroom. As I proceed to get dressed, Billy informed me that he was not finished with me as he pulled me onto the bed with him. He was not about to let this opportunity go and explained that it was his house and he would do as he wanted. His mom would have to keep herself occupied in the meantime.
His bedroom reflected his fascination for the open waters as it contained several fishing rods mounted above his head board, pictures of him as captain behind the ships wheel, and some unusual chains, hook and mounts above his bed that confirmed his dalliances with the rougher sexploits that were mentioned in his IM's.
