I left the sexy, absolutely gorgeous, Black couples house with mixed emotions, I so wanted to participate, I've been so horny, craving more sex since Saturday, they are both so uninhibited, BUT I'm proud of myself, being faithful to Grant, and keeping my promise, resisting their provocative temptations.
Sitting in my Jeep, trying to calm myself, I somewhat gather my composure. Before I leave, I get my thong from the glovebox, spread my legs and swipe my beaver to gather as much of my pussy juice as they might absorb. I wiggle, tug, and twist the plug in my arse; oh, my gawd, I'm on the brink again. I look skyward, squeeze my thighs together, cover my mouth with the thong, soaked with my abundant cunt juices, inhaling the funky scent, licking my fingers, tasting the sweet flavor, my eyes close.
Envisioning Simone's cunt as she so freely displayed it for me on the sofa; I imagine what might have transpired had I lowered my face to her snatch on the sofa when she offered. Would've I have been the center of a threesome, getting doggied with a black baton, while tasting my first pussy.
My mind envisions their pose, that huge cock fully disappears, then tugging the loose skin of her vaginal opening as the wide girth withdrew ever so slowly, her secretions glistening on the large, long black shaft; how much of that wondrous wand could I take. I visualize him doing me doggy style his powerful hands clutching my waist, his huge cock spreading my further than I thought possible, while I savor the pink insides of that delectable black pussy.
NO Tess, stop, you promised Grant; I pull my hand away from my face, look around like a child getting caught with her hand in the cookie jar; only this was adult me with my fingers in my twat.
{Gawd girl get it together, stop fantasizing, you promised Grant.
"Wow, that was close, once again, I almost came, just a slight bit more fingering on my clit would have sent my over. I gasp, straighten up, shook my head and start the Jeep. Driving home I couldn't get the voyeurism scenario I just witnessed out of my head; those enticing, luscious dark lips spread before me, waiting for me to taste them. Then their lewd sex act, his huge cock parting those same lips.
{'I told Grant I wanted to watch others, WOW, that was not only enthralling, but it was also inspiring.'}
As I walk from my jeep to our door, my thoughts are drawn to the plug stimulating my arse; I recall the pain and pleasure Grant treated my backside to last night; again, my thoughts become overshadowed by Deshawn's huge cock sliding into that exquisite dark lady's pink pussy and me wondering what it would feel like stretching my genitals.
{'DAMN, I need to cum. I'm dripping, and if I so much as touch my clit, or even run my fingers up my thighs, I'll likely climax. How will I get my new lingerie on, DAMN IT, how would Grant know if I masturbated, I'd still be wildly horny. Geezus, this is sexual torture.'}
I get a beer from the fridge, take a sip then press the cold bottle to my vulva. "Aaahhh, that's much better, I set the beer down; lift my dress off and toss it on the sofa. I stretch out, retrieving the beer, I press the bottom of the cold bottle on each areole. "Mmmm," Then roll the cold glass over my pubic area.
{'Ok, I guess that's why a cold shower is recommended.'}
I'm slightly better now, so take a big chug of the beer. The cold beer bottle has diminished the 'NOW' factor rather effectively.
{'Of course, that's Grant's fantasy to torment me to keep me on the verge of cumming as long as possible; he's likely scheming more teasing for later, until I beg him to fuck me; oh, it's so excruciating, and thrilling.'}
It's gonna be another hour 'til Grant's home, what shall I do to take my mind of all these sexual fantasies. I finish the beer, go to the kitchen, put 2 bottles of red into the fridge to chill for this evening; take another beer to the sofa.
I get our weed stash and papers, I roll a skinny joint; as I light it, I fall back, slouching comfortably on the couch. Halfway done I sit up; it's helping calm me; carefully and methodically, I roll 2 more fat ones. I giggle at the thought of what I must look like if Grant walked in right now; naked, rolling another skinny, taking on the roach stuck between my lips like an addict, my head tipped at an angle, so the smoke doesn't get in my eyes.
Feeling much better, I finish the slender joint.
I take the bag with the lingerie into the bedroom. Tossing the skimpy, sheer item on the bed, I catch a glimpse of my nude profile in the dressing mirror. I pose in front of the full-length mirror, scrutinizing every detail, pleased with my assessment.
DAYUM, I am hot! My body is as sexy as Jocelyn's, maybe better than Marg's, I smile at my delightful reflection, my bright blue eyes twinkle with a seductive, sultry, teasing quality. I finger comb my long, wavy blonde hair, it accents my round face, I let it fall, cascading over the top of my full, round boobs, dollar sized, dark areoles, with hard erect nipples, I cup their underside. Roving my hands to my hips, I pose, slightly bending one knee, turning sideways, admiring my muscular legs. Twisting more to view my backside; yes, my ass is attractive, firm, as I twist, and turn to assess all my assets from all angles. Gawd, I want to keep myself in shape like Simone, maybe I'll take up dance; at 43 and 45, damn they're both so hot, wow. I first thought they might not be 30.
I squat, and peer at my pussy, I part my labia with my fingers, as Simone did to show me her pink inner flesh, I've never inspected myself, gazing at the smooth wet surface of my pink inner flaps, I gaze for several moments admiring the details and I whisper out loud,
"You've got some catching up to do, you sexy beast."
This newfound realization has given me a second wind, so to speak, I am still close to an orgasm but feeling somewhat more in control of my lewd, pornographic scenarios. I turn to look at the anal plug and playfully maneuver it, tugging it out, inspecting it, I sniff the pungent scent, gingerly touching my tongue tip to taste it, I don't find it repulsive, I reinsert it.
I attempt to lift my leg above my head, to imitate Simone's standing splits, no way, I can barely get my leg above horizontal, and slightly more with the aid of my hands, I lose my balance, giggling, stumble to the bed.
I flop on the bed sideways, arms wide, legs spread, feet hanging over the edge.
The weed has me relaxed, I ponder this stirring sense of sensuality, my newly awakened libido, my insatiable craving for sex.
Since starting Saturday's swinger's sex investigation, my paradigm about my sexuality shifted; I mean a complete 180.
Growing up, I never cared whether I was or wasn't sexy. I now truly see myself as desirable, today, likely for the first time ever; I feel extremely erotic, enticing, sensuous, and seductive. I know now why so many guys, and a few girls, hit on me in high school and college. Geezus, I consider how much salacious sex I've missed out on; I was such an old-fashioned prude my young adult life; I was raised thinking like my grandparents, that 'sexual intercourse is for baby making.'
{'I discovered how enjoyable, fun sex is, now I need to convince Grant, we need to make up for those lost years, while we're still young, sexy and virile.'}
I lift the lingerie, with just the edge dangling, I run the fabric across my nipples; then delicately down over my stomach to tease my labia. I bend my knees the soft sheer lace glides teasingly along the smooth white flesh of my inner thigh.
Ok, stop that, it's time to prepare, Grant will be home soon.
I position 2 red heart pasties over my nipples. I don the red, lacy, open top, under bra and matching sheer lace thong. Then a see through, black mid-thigh length wrap; finishing the intimate ensemble with a pair of red stilettos. I stand before the mirror, thinking how great I look, I need to return and buy fishnet stockings and a garter.
I move into the bathroom, put on bright red lipstick and subtle, pale blue eyeshadow, and black mascara. I brush out my hair and part it, placing 1/2 on each side, the edge of which covers my breasts.
