WARNING: This story contains explicit sexual activity and rough sex. If that offends you, please move on and read something else. There is something for everyone on Literotica.
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THE GLAMAZON
Buxom Redheaded Amazon Submits to New Role as Hot Wife.
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Patting her body dry after her long warm shower, Coleen felt an inexplicable surge of pleasure course through her body. It was a strange sensation she had never experienced before.
Moving to the cushioned stool in front of the bathroom's dressing table she began drying her long luxurious red hair. As she untangled the snarls from her damp hair, Coleen was still consumed by a strange sense of anxiety that had overcome her about an hour after dinner.
Once Coleen finished with her hair, she combed it out, letting her long wavy red hair cascade down over her shoulders. Then Coleen moved on to applying her makeup.
Coleen was primping for a special evening alone with her husband. As she began applying her eye shadow she reminded herself that tonight was the last night of their three-day weekend in Napa Valley.
She wanted to make it a night of lovemaking they would remember. Tomorrow they would return to Saratoga and once again find themselves mired in the corporate grind all over again.
But if she were truly honest with herself, she knew that there was a more compelling, urgent need that she needed to satisfy. There was a nagging sense of unease that Coleen felt but she couldn't quit identify the source. And her unease was complicated by the tingling sense of anticipation that was inexplicably continuing to hum and expand inside her.
Coleen recognized that she was desperately in need of sexual gratification and release. She smiled to herself in the mirror, telling herself that Jake could count himself particularly lucky tonight, because he would be the means to her much needed gratification.
Coleen's husband Jake would reap the benefits of her burgeoning horniness, she mused. She was in a mood to be a very naughty girl tonight, Coleen told herself. She would leave her husband gasping for air.
For the first time, Coleen consciously noticed that her flesh had become exceptionally sensitive. She realized that every time she touched herself it elicited a strange and overwhelming sense of pleasure. It was similar to the pleasure she usually felt when she stroked her clit or her super-sensitive nipples. Only now the felling was anywhere and everywhere she touched herself.
Increasingly aware of her strange condition, Coleen noticed that her body seemed to be unusually warm as well. Her heart was beating far more rapidly than usual. As she squirmed on the leather cushioned stool, Coleen could feel the moisture streaming from her pussy as it made a squishy sound.
'I'm a bitch in heat', Coleen thought to herself as she smiled into the mirror. 'What has come over me?' she wondered. Not that she was complaining, of course.
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As Coleen continued to sit in front of the mirror, making herself pretty for her husband, Coleen's mind began to wander. The more Coleen thought about it, there really was no mystery to the sexy mood in which she found herself.
After all, she and Jake had spent the whole weekend partying with the five young hunks in the bungalow next door. And she had been the center of attention, much to her delight.
They had struck up an immediate friendship with the young men in the adjacent bungalow at the Napa Valley resort where they were spending the three day weekend.
They soon found themselves partying together. Because Coleen was the kind of beautiful woman who quietly exuded a raw sexuality, it was only a matter of time before the sexual innuendos inevitably crept into the conversations.
Since Coleen didn't seem to mind, the banter grew increasingly sexier, helped along by the copious amounts of wine that was being consumed.
At six foot one, Coleen could best be described as looking like an Amazon princess ― a glamazon as tall models and actresses were often described. With Wonder Woman like physical assets, which necessarily included lushly fabulous breasts, it was certainly an apt description for the luscious Coleen. And Coleen's tanned, toned body added to her Wonder Woman aura.
A red haired, green eyed Irish beauty, Coleen was aware of her allure and was not above flaunting it. She was an exhibitionist by nature and she enjoyed the attention that men lavished upon her.
When the young men began fixating on her, Coleen took the added attention in stride. As a strikingly beautiful women, she had long ago learned how to navigate the increased attention that invariably came her way. And being in sales, especially real estate, she had become adept at parrying men's passes as well as dodging adventurous hands.
She and her husband Jake, along with the five young men, had spent a lot of time at the pool together in the afternoons. And they had barbequed together on their shared veranda the two previous nights as they became more and more comfortable with one another's company.
Both they and her five young admirers had gone their separate way each morning and early afternoon as they explored the local wineries. Each day they all returned to the resort and spent the late afternoons and early evenings together at the pool ― drinking, talking, swimming and sunbathing. And in the case of the young men, ogling Coleen.
Together they shared the wines they purchased from the various wineries. And since they had all returned to the resort with case upon case of Napa Valley's best wines the two previous days, the afternoons and evenings had turned into an ongoing bacchanal. It took all of Coleen's effort and restraint to keep it from becoming an orgy as well.
Just like she and her husband, the five young guys were denizens of Silicon Valley. They were all well-educated, highly successful in their blossoming careers, and extremely well paid. The only major difference between Coleen, her husband Jake and the young men was their age.
She was about five years older than the young men and her husband was twelve years older than her. Conscious of their difference in age, Jake liked to tease her, calling Coleen his trophy wife.
But the age difference was no impediment to their budding friendship with the young hunks next door. Superficially, Coleen appeared closer to the young men's ages, looking more like mid- twenties rather than early thirties. Like most beautiful women her age, Coleen had filled out in all the right places.
Jake looked youthful as well, not having yet developed a gut like many of the other men his age ― Jake's exercise regimen insured that. And being laid back, as he was, he fit right into the youthful 'frat boy' brotherhood.
As Coleen thought about it, she realized that it was almost inevitable that things would get out of hand, and that was what happened at the pool earlier that evening.
The young men's veiled innuendos had become increasingly explicit and the hands had become more adventurous both in and out of the pool as fingers ventured inside her skimpy bikini bottoms. Coleen was used to that. She enjoyed it as a game. Only in this case, it was the mice chasing the pussy.
But what unnerved Coleen was the group's leader Randy, whose piercing eyes never strayed from her as he lustfully scanned her nearly naked body. He was aptly named, Coleen thought to herself. He would definitely get 'randy' if given half the chance.
Randy made no attempt to hide what he was doing or thinking. And the fact that she was invariably clad in the skimpiest of bikinis as they all sat by the pool did not help matters.
When the young men began blatantly propositioning her in front of her husband, as they huddled around her by the pool, they left even the jaded Coleen blushing. Coleen could sense things were getting out of hand.
The drunken boys started suggesting that they all go back to one of the bungalows and 'get comfortable'. That was Coleen's signal to retreat. Especially since her husband had already drank way too much and seemed oblivious to the escalating situation.
That was when Coleen beat a hasty retreat to their bungalow. Her subsequent shower provided her with an opportunity to sooth her growing anxiety -- not to mention quell what she had to admit was her own burgeoning lust.
Coleen couldn't decide if she was more afraid of what the five young hunks might do to her if given a change, or what she might do with them, if she succumbed to her own carnal desires.
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As Coleen focused on the more intricate process of applying her eyeliner and doing her eyelashes, she focused her thoughts on what had transpired at the pool before she beat a retreat to the shower.
Even more wine had been consumed at the pool today than the previous day. So much so that they all agreed to forego cooking that evening and ordered room service to the pool. They had taken over one on the cabanas and had made it their own.
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Earlier, when dinner was nearly over, the young men had become rowdier and the conversation had grown even more sexually provocative. Coleen was good natured about it, but it had become clear to her that things were getting out of hand.
Coleen had looked to her drunken husband for support, but he was no help. He became as rowdy as the boys. Since it was apparent Jake would be of little assistance, Coleen wisely quit drinking wine herself, knowing she would need to keep her wits about her for the remainder of the evening.
Randy, the group's leader, had at least made an effort to be a gentleman, which surprised Coleen and seemed completely out of character for him -- but it was welcome, nevertheless. He had brought her back a couple of bottles of her mineral water from her room when he went to fetch some more wine from the boys' own bungalow next door.
He had also brought her a clean glass full of ice as well.
By the time Randy returned to the pool, his friends were trying to convince Coleen to dance for them. She was good natured about it and deflected the request by reminding everyone that they had no music.
Even if there had been music, there was no way Coleen would have danced for them anyway! The knit bikini she was wearing was far to skimpy to withstand even the most cautious dance moves.
Even when she was just walking, Coleen had to be careful that her Double-D breasts would not spill out of the tiny triangles of fabric. She also knew the equally flimsy patch down below would quickly ride up into her crotch, exposing her swollen labia lips to the young men's eager eyes.
'But that was the THING!', Coleen finally concluded as she thought about what happened at the pool earlier. She realized that the attention the boys were giving her was far too stimulating and she was starting to doubt her own self-control.
The previous night, she had become so agitated and sexually aroused that she found herself unable to sleep. Coleen's solution to her sleeplessness, as was often the case, had been to quietly get up and record her thoughts in her diary.
As she finished her makeup, it occurred to Coleen that they were lucky this was their last night at the resort. She doubted her self-control would withstand another day.
Coleen told herself that she and her husband would have great sex tonight and tomorrow they would hit the road and remove themselves from any further temptation.
