As one would expect, this story picks up where previous chapters left off, When we last visited with Paula and Sean, they had enjoyed a pleasant interlude with Charlie and Rose while on vacation in Jamaica. While you do not necessarily have to read the earlier chapters, they do describe the characters more thoroughly and outline the couple's gradual steps towards swinging. Please feel free to vote or comment, all are welcome.
True to his word, Charlie had emailed the photos taken of our romp with he and his wife Rose. For the most part, the shots had managed to avoid revealing Paula's face or mine – no mean feat considering the circumstances. I promptly saved the jpegs into a secret file and later burned them onto a DVD so that we could enjoy them in our bedroom. The photos had proved to be quite a turn-on for both of us and precipitated a number of heated lovemaking sessions, especially those of fantasized threesomes.
We were going through a dry period. For the last few years, this has become rather typical for us. A week or longer would go by with the demands of life – jobs, kids, house, conspiring to drain us to the point where no lovemaking would take place. I know I missed it, and I knew Paula missed it as too.
The evening had gone exceptionally well. Paula and I had cooked a delicious dinner together, and everyone had enjoyed it. Paula's car, i.e. Mom's taxi, was safely parked in the garage with no more fares planned, so we could savor a few glasses of wine. When Paula suggested that she head up to the shower, wine glass in hand, rather than sit in front of the television; I knew the remainder of the night would be good.
I sat in the kitchen paying a few bills as I heard the shower water running upstairs. The kids were busying themselves with homework and television. I noted with some sadness that as they matured into their teens, they've needed less and less from their parents. On one hand this was depressing as I recalled mistily the nights interacting with them, whether with homework or sharing the tube. Tonight I was grateful that I could retire to the bedroom, lock the door and not be disturbed.
The shower ran and ran. Ordinarily I would fret about the utility bill, tonight I hoped that Paula was pampering herself, and possibly wearing out a razor or two! Finally the shower stopped and I went up to use it next. Paula stood in front of a very steamed up mirror blow-drying her hair, wrapped in a towel. I refilled her wine glass and turned on the water for my shower.
"Trying to get me drunk?" She asked.
"Maybe. We are safe and sound here at home, and you're a lot of fun when you've had a few." I retorted.
And it is true that Paula is her most fun, sexually anyway, when she's had a few. This is probably true with most women, but it is certainly true with her. To really remove Paula's inhibitions, you take her somewhere far from home, ideally a sunny, warm resort. You pour a couple of drinks into her. The only other thing I can think of to add is when she's about to get her period, her hormones must really kick in making her horny. I tried to remember when she last had it and sure enough, she would be due within the week. Two out of three – this could be fun!
When I got out of the shower, Paula was already under the covers. The TV was off, a good sign since this can be a distraction, or worse; if Paula finds something interesting there, sex could be put on hold. The bedroom door was locked. Climbing into bed I noticed that Paula had neglected her nightshirt and was nude under the covers. Perfect.
Warm kisses became heated. Hands roamed. I was hard as a rock already.
"Is someone in the mood?" I asked innocently, as I teased her taut right nipple.
"Oh, you could say that." Her equally innocent reply.
While Paula was hesitant to admit her arousal, her body was rapidly betraying how cranked up she was. Running my hand down her tummy, I slipped it between her legs finding her slit already wet. Paula moaned into our kissing mouths as I pressed my finger easily into her wetness. I couldn't feel any hair on her nether lips, so I was correct in assuming she wore out a razor or two. I love when she does that, and she knows I do.
"Somebody seems to have sprung a leak." I teased. "I may have to plug that with something bigger than my finger."
I watched transfixed as Paula pulled on her right nipple as I sucked on her left. I love when she runs her hands over herself, when she pleasures herself. I think she knows I love this and it may be part of the reason why she does it. Dipping my finger into her wetness, I spread some nectar over her clit and began to tease it. Paula responds, pushing her hips upward and running her right hand down over my mine. Deftly, I switch our hands, pushing hers over her sex with mine now on top of hers. We are locked in a furious French kiss, tongues battling. Her hand gently rubbed her clit as I urged her to insert a finger into her opening. It was so sexy, kissing this heated woman as our hands jointly caressed and pleasured her wet pussy. She resisted only briefly before dipping her middle finger first to one knuckle, then finally plunging it fully into her steaming snatch. Holding her hand, I gently force her to finger-fuck herself a few times before pulling her hand up and into our kissing mouths, her wet digit sliding between our tongues, sharing her wetness. This is another thing that really turns me on, watching Paula taste herself. Again, she knows how it affects me but she has to be cranked up before I can get her to do it.
Sliding above her, I trail kisses from her mouth to her neck, then lower, teasing both nipples to their hardest length. Still lower, over her tummy, her cute belly-button until I finally arrive at her perfectly groomed pussy. Sure enough, Paula's razor has been busy, shaving her lips and leaving a darling landing strip of fur above her pouting lips. I run one long lick up her snatch. Paula catches her breath and pushes her hips up.
"I see somebody has been busy with her razor." I tease.
"Do you like it?" She responds.
"I love it. You know how much I love it."
"I didn't go too far?"
"No, just perfect. A perfectly groomed pussy."
As I resume my oral attack on Paula's now very wet and very aroused snatch, I pull back, admiring her perfection; she looks like a textbook illustration of arousal – her labia are pink, wet and open, almost like a flower. Another looooong lick, from her bottom to her clit gets everything drenched. I wet my middle finger and gently press it against her anus. Gently, gently, probing, pushing. Paula responds by pushing back, and it slips in halfway. More moans from Paula. I want her totally aroused, but I don't want her to come yet. Not yet.
Now it's time for me to get nasty.
As I sink my middle finger further into her ass, I drive my index finger into her sopping snatch also. Both holes are now very wet. More moans. Paula likes this, I know.
"My, my, my. What do we have here?" I ask with phony sincerity. "A porn-star pussy getting double teamed. Do you like having both of your holes being fucked at the same time?"
"Oooooh." Was her only reply.
I know Paula has a hard time verbalizing in these situations. She can't talk dirty, despite her multitude of other talents. Sometimes I wish she could, but it never stops me from doing it to her.
"You know, wives that shave their pussies into the porn-star look are usually sluts." I observe. "Are you going to be my slut-wife?"
"I don't know."
Her stock answer. The answer that assumes no responsibility. The answer she always uses because she can't talk dirty. The answer that means yes.
"Slut wives do anything. Slut wives like TWO cocks at once. Do you want both of your holes fucked by two cocks at once?" I challenge.
"I don't know."
"Sit on my cock." I command as I climb from between her legs and lay upon my back. Paula begins almost a keening sound, a light, constant moaning as she awaits what lies ahead. Reaching into the nightstand, I pull out her toy, a seven inch, realistic rubber vibrator molded like a cock. I hold it to the side of the bed at about the right height as if another man was standing next to us.
"Slut wives like one in their mouth and one in their cunts. Suck his cock." I command.
Looking unsure, Paula leans over and takes the rubber cock slowly into her mouth as she slides up and down on me. I almost lose it. This is turning me on so much; I have to fight to not come yet. I slow her down on me and try to concentrate on something else. It barely works; it is so arousing watching her suck the rubber cock as she fucks me.
"Do you like having Charlie's hard cock in your mouth while you fuck me?" I question her.
