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Twelve years into a marriage things get a bit hard; well, more to the point there’s a lack of ‘hard’ things. Life is routine, work is routine, sex is routine. There’s nothing wrong with routine but it serves to remind us how exciting we once were.



With this in mind my wife and I took a holiday to California a few months back. We did LA, San Francisco and then spent a pleasant two weeks staying at a villa in wine country. There were only five rooms so the atmosphere was cozy and intimate. Dinner time everyone pretty much ate together as a family and then afterwards we’d retire to the deck to have drinks or we’d congregate in the hot tub. Being British we never really did the hot tub, but I got the impression that there was more to it than just hot water – a few comments at dinner seemed to suggest that after midnight things could get a bit more interesting.



My wife and I are both 36. She’s 5’8, with long jet black hair and big, swinging breasts. She has the most amazing mouth and her oral abilities were certainly one of the things that made her such a ‘keeper’ after we met at university. I’m 5’7, manly build; strong arms, strong chest and powerful legs. I do cycling so I’m fairly fit…. Although the beer occasionally results in a bit of a belly.



We’d grown particularly close to two couples at the villa. One Kim and Josh. They were local and older than us by about ten years. The other couple were Russell and Rajesh or the two R’s as they liked to call themselves. Gay, wealthy and occasionally coarse the two would have us in stitches taking about sex over dinner. They were great fun. So much so that when they invited us to the tub one evening we didn’t think anything of it and went along.



The water was amazing and outside, under the stars it felt like an entirely different world. The wife and I joined in the general chatter, the locally produced wine helping the conversation flow easily. In fact it was probably the wine that meant I missed the first ‘sign’ of the evening. My wife, usually fairly timid, was holding court. She and Rajesh were discussing blow jobs. Swallowing versus spitting, deep throat versus licking, hair versus smooth. I knew she was an expert but I’d never really considered how she had got so good.



As she spoke, her flush with more than the heat of the water and the alcohol in the wine, I felt her hand on my thigh. It seemed to say “it’s ok honey, tonight we’re just going to have fun”. Of course her hand on my thigh, and the topic of conversation, were certainly adding to a feeling of arousal. One that was spreading quickly around the tub…



Kim and Josh were sitting close together. She was biting her lip and her nostrils were flaring, her short hair slicked back by the water. It was hard to see where Josh’s hands were, but the expression on her face made it easy to guess. Russell was sitting between me and his lover and, as I looked down I could see he was enjoying the conversation.



My eyes lifted and met his. He smiled and I felt his hand brush my other thigh as he steadied himself on the seat.



My head was swimming. I reached over to touch my wife – as much for reassurance as anything, but, as my hand snaked around her waist I felt another arm. I looked across and saw that Kim had beaten me to it.



Again Russell’s hand brushed my thigh; and this time there was no mistaking it, nor indeed my reaction. My cock twitched.



For a brief moment there was a pause in the competitive conversation between my wife and Rajesh. A pause during which glances were exchanged; my wife turned and smiled at me. Her hand was working up to my crotch and my hardening cock. There it met Russell’s fingers, She smiled at us both.



“I see you both are enjoying the discussion,” she said.



“Yes,” I replied, my voice hoarse.



“I think we’re all enjoying the discussion, and the view.” Said Kim.



All eyes switched to look at the older woman. She had removed her bikini top, revealing her pendulous breast. Bigger than my wife’s but less firm her nipples were just visible over the water, the bubbles lapping at them, by now they were erect – standing out like thumbs against the froth.



“You can say what you like about blow jobs,” Kim continued “But personally I like to have my breasts fucked. I like the feel of the cock, thrusting between them and I absolutely love, the feel of cum dripping down my neck, and over my tits.”



A low moan escaped from my wife’s throat.



“I never liked that as much as taking it n my mouth” she said “But now you say it I’d love to see it done.”



“How about your husband?” Kim replied, as quick as a flash.



“OK.”



“Hang on,” I said, feeling that I had better regain some control. “Don’t I get a say?”



“No.” My wife’s answer was firm.



Her hands slipped my swimming trunks off and her grip on my cock led me to stand in front of Kim. My rock hard cock at the same level as her breasts. Expertly Kim squeezed my cock between them, her nipples point upwards between her fingers. I couldn’t help myself; I began to thrust between them.



Vaguely I was aware of Josh moving across to my wife. Out of the corner of my eye I saw them start to kiss deeply.



By now Kim was moaning as I built a rhythm between her tits. At every up stroke my purple, engorged head peaked out between her breasts to be met by a darting, hot tongue. On the down stroke I felt the slickness of my precum, coating the valley between. It was all I could do from cumming but I was enjoyed the sensation too much to let go too soon.



I looked over at my wife and saw that Josh had stripped her naked. She was lying back on the edge of the tub; her legs spread, her trimmed bush squirming as Josh’s mouth began to work at her opening. I looked further back and saw Russell stroking Josh’s ass with one hand while his other gripped Rajesh beneath the water.



Kim looked up.



“I want you to cum for me baby,” Her dark eye’s flashed in the semi-light. “I want you to coat my tits with your cum. I want to feel you pulse between my breasts and…”



It was enough for me. My cock head stopped under her neck and spasmed: one, two, three jets of white hot cum splashed across her chin and throat. Four, five, six, coated the top of her breasts. I twitched as I felt the eyes of everyone in the tub on me.



“God, god, god”



My wife was cumming hard now on Josh’s tongue. Her legs flailed as she pushed his head deeper between her thighs. Her breasts lay flat against her chest as she rode the orgasm.



I sat back on the seating, still hard from all the sexual energy.



“You’re not finished mister.” Kim felt my cock approvingly and sat on my lap. With seemingly no effort, she slide the head of my cock into her wet snatch. Using the most gentle of motions she rocked her ass against my belly; working more of me inside her. She reached down and pulled my hands on to her cum covered breasts. My hands slid across them , massaging my own cum in to her breast, tweaking her nipples, hearing her gasps as my cock head flicked against her clit.



It had been years since I’d stayed this hard, this long.



Beside me my wife slid back into the tub. With one hand she reached below the water; gently fingering my ass (she knows I like that). With the other she beckoned John over.



John stood before us; his wife, riding my lap, cooing at the pleasure she felt, my hand on her breasts, his cock stood in front of our group, much as mine had done earlier. From my vantage point I was about to get a close up view of how well my wife gives head…



(To be continued)



7/16/2011



by robert j. scott

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ReadytobeaVampire
03:32 Sep 23 2011

Where is the rest of the story it was geting good. lol.

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A man discusses how his gift has enhanced his sex life.

There is an old joke that if you ask someone what super-power they would rather have, flight or invisibility, you really want to watch out for guys that say "invisibility". After all, those are the creepy guys who would rather be skulking around in locker rooms, rather than out soaring in the blue sky. Now, I don't know if that is totally untrue, but let me tell you, as a man who can fly, that it certainly has its sexual advantages.



I guess I should explain the "man who can fly" part. I can fly. Lift myself up. Lift a few hundred pounds with me. I can hover. I can zoom, pretty fast if I need to. And I bet the reader is asking how that happened. Am I part faery? Did I have an ancient medallion placed in my hands as a baby? Did I push an old blind man out of the way of a speeding truck full of radioactive material? Well, besides the last one, which didn't happen, I have no idea. I know that as a kid I would sometimes feel I was "floating", but my parents laughed at me. Around puberty, I started to "fly", and was of course very surprised. But it was also, obviously, a nice gift. While other boys my age were sneaking off to find places to masturbate, was sneaking off to find places to fly. Oh, and to masturbate. I was a boy in puberty. I feel sorry for anyone who got caught underneath me.



All adolescents feel different, and I certainly had good enough reason to. Despite the rush of self-esteem my gift gave me, I didn't really know how to work it into my love life. The first few times, after I had dated girls for a while, I just looked at them and said "I can fly. Want to try it?" and of course they just walked away, shaking their heads. It took me until sometime around the college years before I realized the real way to get girls in a sexy mood. I had modulated my powers to the point where I could make myself or someone else slightly lighter. So I would be walking along with a woman, and I would remove just a bit of her weight. Being lighter makes every step feel giddy. Its kind of like being drunk. When I combined it with a nice outdoor setting, the girl was usually laughing and giddy in a short while. One of the things I would do is point to a gully or stream, and tell her we could probably leap it...and then use my flying powers to help us over. And then we would end up on the other side, on the ground, and the kissing would usually commence.



The reader is probably thinking one of two things: either that I was being a manipulative bastard, or that I was being a wuss for doing things like jumping along in meadows when I should be fucking girls in mid air. Towards the first, I say that every guy has to have something to back up his game, whether it is a nice car or a nice voice. I don't really have either, so I think using flight is fair. Towards the second: be patient.



The first time I actually had sex in the air, it was by accident. I had ended up doing the streamside seduction thing, and during the sex, I got so excited that we just zoomed about ten feet into the air, and then came back down. It is actually somewhat hard to finish the act without a ground to move against, but I was excited enough I didn't have any troubles. And then we floated back to the ground and she said "I felt like I was flying", and I explained that we had. And strangely enough, she didn't disbelieve me. (I think that once people have flown, they become much more likely to believe it is possible.) And that night, the dam broke, and she wanted to go again and again, hovering, zooming, me holding her from in front, and behind. Even to horny young me, it was hard to keep up with it, but I certainly didn't object. After that, she was constantly looking forward to sex with me. Of course, though, we were always in the air. She had more ideas than I did. It was fun for a while, but eventually I left her, because when it came to sex on the ground, or anything on the ground, she started acting very bored. The only good thing about it is, when we had our break-up and she started throwing stuff out of the window, I could catch it.



After that, I went through a slutty period. I've found that along with all the romance, being drunk got girls used to flying. But of course, being that I am not the type of guy who gets girls drunk to have sex with them, I had to establish first that they wanted to have sex with me. So I would seduce them, then the second time, would get them drunk so we could fly and have sex. Ever had sex in a dirty ally outside a dive bar? I have, but never at ground level, I was always pressing into the woman against a brick wall, thirty or more feet in the air. And luckily it was dark enough, and anyone around was drunk enough, that I never got caught. Of course, after this happened, lots of the women pretended it didn't. Which is normal enough, and even more so when it comes to a question of having sex while flying.



And a few times I got in some real trouble. I had a woman who was afraid of heights, and when she opened her eyes from a long kiss, she was in the air, and she freaked out, and started hitting me. I barely got her to the ground in one piece, where many people were quite interested in why I should be next to a drunk, disheveled and very frightened young woman. So I did what any young man would do... slipped into the shadows and flew away.



I am in my late 20s now, and I have finally decided to start to settle down. I've learned that there are many romantic ways to use the power of flight. One thing I did with my current girlfriend is fly her up to the branch of a high, large tree in a secluded location. I had already been there the day before and tacked up the old poem about "Kissing in a Tree", with our names attached to it. She thought it was quite romantic, and we did end up kissing. Then, I levitated up her dress (another nice trick I have learned!), saw that she was pantiless and ready, so I slipped into her and we had sex, standing up, me pushing her into the trunk of the tree. Sometimes we fly up to a ledge on a mountain, and we have sex with me behind her, looking over into the view provided. I think every guy is a little insecure about how he stacks up, so I love knowing I can give her an experience she has never had before. But even when we have terrestrial sex, she appreciates it.



So that is the story, for now, of how a flying man has managed to have some hot sex, and some not-so-hot-sex.



And yes, even with my flying powers, sometimes I imagine what type of sex I could have if I was invisible.



7/15/2011



by robert j. scott

I can’t believe I got detention. All I did was have my cell phone out and text just a little bit. I guess it is a crime to want to use your cell phone as an 18-year-old senior. Alas, Mr. Roof gave me a detention and here I sit in my green tank top and black short shorts. I am the only one in the detention. Watching over me is 25 year old Ms. Hailiex or as she likes to be called by her first name, Maria. I am just sitting there doing some homework so that way I don’t have to do it when I get home. The door to the room opens and at the other end is Maria’s boyfriend Craig.



“Stay in your seat and keep working I’ll be right back,” Maria says standing up adjusting her skirt and walking out.



I look out the door, which was open slightly; I think Maria wanted to close it all the way, because I could see them making out. They were really going at it. Craig is pushed up against Maria who was against the wall. I try and not watch as I go back to my homework. The next thing I know Maria is standing over me looking down at me with a smile.



“Kelly can I ask a favor of you?”



“What are you talking about?” I look back up.



“If you do this favor you can leave early today,” Maria says with a wink.



“Um yea sure I can’t refuse that. What do you want me to do?” I ask with a smile.



“I want you to have sex with my boyfriend and I,” Maria says sort of quickly.



“WHAT!” I say in shock at the request.



“Do you accept or not. Do it and get out of detention early,” Maria as she runs her hand on my shoulder.



“Fine, I’ll do it,” I say looking up at her with a smile. I’ve only had sex with girls my age or younger but that was with my boyfriends also.



I stand up and Maria takes my hand we go to her desk and she pulls me against her and starts kissing me and we start making out. Just like her boyfriend and her were doing earlier. While we make out I feel another set of hands on my hips, I look back and Craig is rubbing up against me. I can feel his cock against my ass. Craig pulls me back against him as Maria unbuttons her shirt and takes it off and unclips her red bra letting loose her EE breasts. I lean my head down sucking on her big tits loving on them.



“Oh she really wants to go home early huh?” Craig smirks as he pulls off his shirt his 6-pack abs and his tight tan Italian-American body shinning in the light.



Maria nods as she reaches down pulls up my tank top. I pull away and she lifts it over my head my 34 C breasts flop out of my tank top since I didn’t wear a bra with tank tops. I then feel Craig’s large hands slide up my body and grab my breasts. He moves one hand away and with the help of Maria, slides off Maria’s skirt, revealing her bright pink thong. Then he moves away from my breasts and slides down my black shorts, showing that I was not wearing anything under them.



“Oh she has gone commando,” Craig says licking his lips.



“Ohhh how nice easy access!” Maria squeals holding my head against her tits, “Tell me what she tastes like.”



The next thing I know I feel a warm tongue dive into my pussy. I moan against Maria’s tits as I suck on them harder. Maria lifts her hips up and removes her thong. She then takes my head and moves it down to her pussy. I start licking her sweet pussy fast and furious. Fifteen minutes later my legs shake and I cum into Craig’s mouth and then Maria’s body shakes and she cums into my mouth.



“Mmm that was hot and you taste amazing.” Craig says leaning my head back and kisses me on the lips.



“Your tongue is so good also,” Maria sits up kissing me also.



I smile and move to grab my clothes but Maria grabs me and turns me around to face Craig. Craig smile as he unzips his pants and pushes his cargo shorts down with his Cleveland Browns boxers and out comes his 11-inch long 5-inch thick cock. Maria adjusts us so she is now under me and licking my pussy. As soon as I open my mouth to moan Craig grabs the back of my head and forces his massive cock into my mouth. I suck his cock deep gagging when his cock hits the back of my throat. I assume Maria is fingering herself because I can feel her moans rattle my pussy with every lick. 10 minutes later Craig moans holding my head hard to his cock as he lets loose a massive amount of cum down my throat and I cum in Maria’s mouth.



“Damn that was good,” I say panting catching my breath.



“Oh we are not done yet Kelly,” Maria says turning me back around to face her.



She then shoves my face back into her pussy. I dive right in loving the taste of her pussy. As I lick her pussy, Craig digs his nails into my ass spreading my cheeks and slams his entire cock into my asshole. I feel my asshole stretch out to fit the giant cock. I scream against Maria’s pussy, but keep licking.



“Oh yes, oh yes fuck that is good!” Maria moans loudly as she cums again in my mouth.



“YEEES!” Craig moans as he shoots another massive load into my ass, just as my pussy trembles and cums. I feel Craig and my cum flow down my legs.



Craig sits on the desk rubbing his hand along my back as Maria and I start making out again.



“You two have so much energy don’t you,” I say panting.



“Yes we do and you are starting to get there also,” Maria says before Craig grabs me again and pulls me over to him.



“Time for this pussy to get drilled.”



He grins lifting me up, facing me away from him and sliding his massive cock into my pussy.



“Oh, oh, oh, fuuuuck!” I moan as I feel my pussy stretch out a lot to fit his cock all the way down to his balls.



He grabs my hips and forces me up and down hard. He leans his head down and starts sucking on my neck leaving deep purple hickies. Maria stands up, leans over, and pushes my breasts together and starts licking and sucking on my nipples.



“Oh fuck, fuck, fuck,” I moan loudly as Craig now makes me ride him as hard as he can make me go. I reach between Maria’s legs and start fingering her pussy.



“YEES, YES!” Craig moans loudly as he shoots a huge load of cum into my pussy.



I cum into Maria’s mouth and she lets loose cum on my fingers. I lick my fingers clean of her cum panting, as I am exhausted. Craig moves me off him and him and Maria start making out. I lie there panting catching my breath thinking I can leave. I can hear Craig and Maria whisper something. I go to get off the desk but as soon as I move Maria lies down in front of me her pussy back in front of my face.



“Lick me Kelly, one more time,” Maria says winking.



I sigh and nod and lower my head and start licking her pussy again. I don’t think I will ever get tired of the taste of her pussy. The next thing I know Craig plows his cock back into my pussy. This time he is going as hard and as fast as he physically can go. How hard he is going is making my pussy and body hurt but I can’t help but enjoy it now. 25 minutes later all three of our bodies shake and we all cum. I cum on Craig’s cock and he cums in me again. Maria squirts a massive load of cum all over my face. I lie there on the desk too tired to move.



“Mmmm she was worth it,” Craig says kissing Maria.



“Happy Anniversary honey,” Maria says rubbing my ass, “So you want to take her home for the weekend?”



“Really? I would love that,” Craig says.



“Alright let’s get dressed and get her dressed and let’s get out of here,” Maria says putting her clothes on before putting mine back on me. Craig does the same thing.



They take me and put me in their car and drive off towards their place.



7/15/2011



by robert j.scott