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Asian Hottie Giving Her Boyfriend A Handjob

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Taste of Love

by

Alicia Night Orchid

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(Copyright 2005 All Rights Reserved)

(This story originally appeared at Oysters and Chocolate. It was runner up in their "Hot Tamales" contest of 2006).

We begin with an amuse bouche—a delicate round of seedless watermelon floating in a ginger-shallot cream sauce, surrounded by emerald green cilantro oil. The watermelon round hosts a spoonful of sashimi tuna marinated in soy, ginger, garlic and chili, topped by a pale yellow mango crisp.

Wallace observes that he enjoyed a similar dish earlier in the summer. That sauce, however, was an anis emulsion, which he believes offered better balance. You have to respect Wallace, because he’s eaten everything and carries the paunch to show it.

Camille complains that her mango crisp isn’t really that crisp, having suffered the unfortunate fate of absorbing the tuna’s marinade. She finishes her second glass of champagne and prods Wallace for another. She’s wearing more jewelry than I own, but is unable to hide the look of someone whose age has caught up with her all at once. There’s a looseness to her flesh, as if she’s wearing her wrinkled skin as a body suit. It’s rumored that she once slept with Bill Clinton, or was it Newt Gingrich? Camille can be indelicate, but her palate is unmatched—so long as she remains sober.

It’s Laci’s reaction I’m interested in. I watch as the watermelon melts in her mouth. Her warm brown eyes, set wide apart in a tan, boyish face, flutter sensuously. “They should have sautéed the ginger and shallot in higher-fat butter,” she concludes. “The butter they used caused the shallot to caramelize and burn, overwhelming the delicacy of the dish.”

She’s an ex-chef at a three-star restaurant in Los Angeles and has been food critic for a major east-coast newspaper for the past ten years. Even Wallace is impressed with her observation and his loud harrumph confirms it.

“What do you think, Alana?” Laci turns her whole body toward me in a sweeping motion.

I think she’s the most self-assured woman I’ve ever met. I think her taste is impeccable. I think how wonderful it would be to kiss her, run my tongue across her perfect teeth, smear her red lipstick. It’s hard to resist the urge to lick the smudge of cream sauce from the corner of her luscious mouth.

“What makes the dish is the tuna,” I say, trying to sound more confident than I am. “Let’s face it, this is the most delicious tuna any of us has ever eaten and each cube is as perfectly diced as its sister.”

“No denying the tuna,” Wallace agrees.

Laci smiles condescendingly. We both know I’m a token at the table, the food critic for the local paper, while my table companions are international gourmands with a global following. “This is good tuna,” she admits. “Too bad the sauce overwhelms it.”

“Yes, I suppose that’s true.” Camille says, stifling a yawn, “OK, OK, I’m ready to move on. What’s next? Are we having the Sauvignon Blanc or have we decided on that overpriced Pinot Grigio?”

Laci winks at me. “I could probably teach you a thing or two.”

I wish she would and I tell her so.

* * *

For our first course, Camille and I have selected Pacific prawns on a bed of fire-roasted tomato risotto. The shrimp is sweet and tender with a hint of the open sea, the risotto creamy and rich. Fresh peas dot the dish’s surface, varying both the appearance and texture. A pinch of micro-greens adds interest and a surprising burst of flavor.

“Oh my God,” Camille tilts her head back and stares heavenward theatrically.

“It’s wonderful,” I say. “I love the peas. Crunchy on the outside. Like velvet on the inside.”

“The shrimp is perfect. And, there are even bits of lobster in the risotto,” Camille reports to the table. “Delicious, just delicious.”

Wallace and Laci have opted for scallops. A pan-seared cylinder of flesh resides on a bed of sautéed leeks. A beet juice reduction, a dazzling crimson concoction, criss- crosses the plate, reminiscent of a Jackson Pollack painting.

“Yes,” Wallace says. “Very nice.”

Laci nods. “My scallop is slightly overcooked, but otherwise it’s wonderful.”

Camille shoots her a glance. “Ah, yes, but you like it pink on the inside, don’t you?”

Laci smiles naughtily. “I’ve been known to.”

“I remember only too well.”

“Ladies, please,” Wallace intervenes. “It’s more than an old man can contemplate.”

Laci rolls a bite of scallop in the beet reduction, spears a leek round, and offers me a bite. “How do you like it?”

The scallop is like butter from the sea, the beet and leek earthy and sweet. I lick lingering juices from my lips. “Incredible,” I breathe.

Laci downs the rest of it in one bite. “Scallops should quiver on the inside,” she instructs, pointing her fork at me. “Otherwise, this is excellent.”

“Next,” Camille waves for the waiter. “It’s time for something more robust. We need a white burgundy or a chardonnay.”

Wallace fills her glass with the last of the Pinot Grigio. Camille takes a sip and leans near him, her mouth at his ear. She whispers something while looking directly at me. Wallace stifles a chortle, before sliding his arm around her shoulders.

“You are such a vamp,” he tells her, to which she merely nods in agreement.

* * *

Laci and I choose a butternut squash soup for our next course, while Camille and Wallace settle on the field greens salad augmented with poached quail’s egg and lamb’s tongue.

The soup, the color of autumn itself, exudes a tangy aroma of star anise, its texture smooth as the underside of your lover’s tongue. As the soup coats my throat I am sated and filled with longing at the same time. I consider discarding my spoon and drinking from the bowl.

Laci’s lips close around the spoon as if she’s sucking a nipple. She nods approvingly. “Oh, my. Now, that is just right. Simple, elegant, ripe with flavor.”

Under the table, she rests a hand on my knee and shoulders up, as if we are co-conspirators in a grand scheme. “Wouldn’t this be nice in front of a fire? I just had a wood burning fire place installed on my patio, next to the Jacuzzi.”

I blink to a fantasy image of naked flesh, dappled with goose bumps, backlit by a flickering flame. She’s a large woman, not obese, just womanly in the classic sense. Her breasts are pendulous, motherly. I imagine her ass—broad, white, and inviting as an unmade bed.

“Maybe you’d like to try it sometime?” I feel her fingers tighten.

“I’ll bring the wine. You make the soup.”

“Something like that,” she says coyly.

Across from us, Camille and Wallace are increasingly chummy. They’ve linked arms to share a sip of the California chardonnay Camille settled on. They’re laughing heartily at who knows what at this point. Camille quaffs her glass. “Watch out for her my young friend,” she tells me. “When she eats a peach, she doesn’t leave the pit.”
“Camille,” I feign embarrassment.

Laci is undaunted. “How’s the salad, Wallace?” she asks.

“The lambs tongue,” he says thoughtfully, “reminds me of a young man from San Diego.”

“He’s such a whore,” Camille says.

“That’s the pot calling the kettle black,” Wallace replies.

Laci’s touch rides a little higher on my thigh. I adjust the napkin on my lap and stroke the back of her hand with my fingertips.

* * *

Between courses, a dollop of lemon sorbet arrives to cleanse our palates. Someone, Wallace I believe, has ordered a peppery Zinfandel. A white wine leaves me edgy and wanting more, but the Zin warms me, fills me.

Once in high school, before declaring myself a lesbian, I allowed a boy to fuck me in his car, a used Ford Expedition that smelled of leather and cigarettes. As a precaution against any and everything, I was on the pill. Because he was a nice boy, I let him come inside, my legs spread wide, feet straining against the back of the front seat. The feeling of red wine hitting bottom reminds me of the sensation of his warm semen bathing the walls of my pussy.

For their main course, Wallace and Camille enjoy a veal loin swimming in a silky demiglace and accompanied by a parsnip puree and an assortment of wild mushrooms and truffles.

Laci and I have chosen the rack of lamb. The scent of rosemary and garlic rising from the medium-rare chops is like coming home from the woods on a winter’s evening. The pink of the flesh is like the pucker of a lover’s ass.

Wallace raises his glass in a toast. “To the chef.”

“To the chef,” we all repeat.

We watch as he inhales a bite from the tines of his fork. His expression is pure bliss. He chews once, twice, and then rinses it down with another sip of wine. “Oh yes. Yes, yes, yes,”

“Now, who did that remind you of?” Camille asks. “The young man from New York or that married fellow from Boston you seduced last week?”

Wallace shakes his head. “Neither, my dear. More like the tender loins of other boys when I was but a boy myself.”

“Tender loins, my ass.” Camille waves a hand over her dish, inhaling the fragrance of the mushrooms. “Oysters, porcini, chanterelles. Black truffles. It’s fucking sex on a goddamn plate.”

The folds of the oyster mushrooms glisten in the dim light and the entire restaurant is suddenly redolent with the truffles. I can’t look away and Camille reads me for the wanton little slut I am. She offers a taste from across the table.

“Oh, I can’t,” I stammer.

“But, you must,” she says. “Never pass up a chance encounter with a fat, black truffle.”

It’s like eating your lover’s pussy for the third time in the same evening, musky and familiar, and no sooner do the juices release in my mouth than they release in my satin panties. Oh, I’m slippery down there all right, slippery as an oyster in its shell. An oyster ready to be shucked and swallowed whole.

“This lamb,” Laci says, “is outstanding. Domestic for sure, not gamy like the Australian lamb Wallace and I had in Philadelphia last week.”

Her measured tone belies her surreptitious movements under the table. I’m still recovering from the truffles, when her hand takes mine and pulls it deep into the crotch of her wool blend slacks. “What do you think, Alana? Have you tried the lamb yet?”

Wallace and Camille are too engaged in their tenderloins and truffles to pay us any mind. “Not yet,” I manage, barely able to speak.

“You really should,” but when I try to withdraw my hand, she clinches powerful thighs together. “Here, I’ll cut it for you.”

Laci reaches across to my plate and slices a bite of lamb. As she feeds me, her forearm brushes my nipple through the silk of my blouse and she might as well have tweaked my clit. Thankfully, she and I are against a wall, and no one can see my hand caressing the fabric between her legs. She’s wet too. I can tell by the way the fabric glides across her slit.

Her eyes are on fire as she watches me devour the lamb. It’s strong, chewy, filling.

“You two, you two!” Camille snaps her fingers at us. “You can take the girl out of the bedroom,” she confides to Wallace, “but you can’t take the bedroom out of the girl. Look at these two lovebirds.”

I pull my hand away from Laci. “You have such a dirty mind,” I tell Camille.

“You wouldn’t have a clue,” she replies, “but you can find out anytime you want.”

“How’s the lamb?” Wallace asks me, saving the moment.

“Luscious, delectable, scrumptious. All these things and more.”

“You’re drunk to boot,” Camille says and tilts her wine glass in my direction. “Short ball hitter” she concludes contemptuously.

“I’ll bet she can go the distance,” Laci says.

‘But can she take you the distance? That’s the question,” Camille replies pointedly.

“Bitch,” Laci breathes into my ear. “Her, not you.”

* * *

Dessert arrives in a flourish of waiters and plates and decaf. Laci and I share a chocolate chocolate raspberry torte decorated with chocolate Grenache butterfly wings that remind me of freshly shaven labia. Some much fucking chocolate. I want to eat it off of Laci’s breasts. I want to melt it on her belly and drink it as it drips from between her legs.

Camille and Wallace are sharing an old standby, the Crème Brule. Camille feeds it to him as if he were a baby. His face has grown heavier, his voice more gravely over the course of the evening. “The cream," he mumbles between bites. “I love the cream, love it, love it, love it.”

“There, there,” Camille pats his back, rubs his shoulder. “Of course you do, of course you do.”

Laci grips my forearm. “We’re off to the Ladies,” she announces, pulling me after her.

“Sluts,” Camille calls after us. “You’re both sluts.”

It’s late and we’ve overstayed our welcome, even for food critics. The restaurant, including the Ladies, is deserted. Laci kicks open a stall, towing me along. Once inside, she kisses me, gives me a swirl of tongue, before pushing me against one wall and flattening herself against the opposite.

“Show me your breasts,” she demands.

And, of course, there’s no denying her now. I fumble with the buttons of my blouse, the front snap on my bra. My tits spill into my hands, white and firm, but no larger than passion fruits. “Milk them,” she orders me.

How did she know I’d do anything she asks? I squeeze and pull, gently at first, then more aggressively, watching her watch me. Her mouth is a perfect “O,” her eyes glassy. I’m dizzy, floating, suspended like an egg about to be poached.

“Feed them to me,” she breathes into my ear.

I cup a breast in each hand and offer them up, kneading as if I’m making bread. She graces first one nipple, then the other with her mouth. Sharp teeth nibble and nip. “Suck me ‘til I bleed,” I gasp. My ass thumps the toilet wall like a pulsating blender.

She steps away, face flushed. “Show it to me. I’ve been thinking about it all night.”

I lift my skirt, push pantyhose and panties down, step out of one leg. Below the stripe of curly brown hair, I open myself. I’m ripe and red as a blood orange, oozing juice.

“Fuck,” she says. “Turn around.”

I face the wall, panting like a bitch.

”Spread your cheeks. Show me everything.”

I’m beyond any semblance of modesty. This woman owns me. I thrust out my ass, rotating it, beckoning her. I spread myself for her like a cheap whore. She’s down on me that fast, her nose in my butt crack, her tongue in my cunt. While she laps at my opening, I finger my clit.

I feel it building, bubbling like a pot about to boil. “Oh shit,” I’m almost there already, sooner than I want to be.

It’s her clue to withdraw. She leans against the far wall again and wriggles out of slacks and a thong. She takes my hand and guides it between her legs. I love it that she’s natural, bristling with fur. The residue of my own syrup shimmers on her cheeks as my fingers find her groove. She’s so wet, it’s like dipping into a finger bowl.

Inside, her pelvic muscles tug and squeeze at my tentative digit. She pulls away and lifts my nectar-coated fingers to my mouth. “Taste me,” she says.

She’s salty and sweet at the same time, like Junior Mints and popcorn at a movie, and I want more. I drop to my knees, burying my face in the fur, kissing thighs and lips, running a tongue inside her crease. A strong hand on the back of head pulls me closer.

I penetrate her with two fingers, while the flat of my tongue circles her clit. This girl knows what her lover needs. This girl knows how to get her off. She’s rides my fingers, grinds against my face, whimpers out her fuck noises. I flick her fast and light with the tip of my tongue until a sudden sharp intake of air tells me that I’ve got her. Her come starts with a Yes, yes, yes, continues with a long spasm of her belly, and ends with the walls of her cunt rhythmically clinching my fingers.

When she’s seen it home, I nuzzle my way up to her throat. She holds me, telling me how beautiful I am, what a wonderful lover I am. I sink into her arms, those large, firm breasts. She pushes a thigh between my legs and I begin to hump while her hands clinch my ass. I’m beyond lust, in the fuck-drunk zone where the only way out is to come and come and come.

“Oh god, oh god.”

She’s kissing me and I’m grinding against her. Our nipples duel like swords. Our bodies undulate like batter in a blender. And, then I’m there and there and there, my face in her shoulder, my pussy slick and swollen and twitchy against her greasy thigh. When it’s over and she’s wrung every drop of pleasure from my body, she kisses me hard enough to bruise my lips. “This is just the beginning,” she whispers.

“I want to crawl inside you.”

“I’ll tell you when.”

* * *

Camille and Wallace have departed by the time we return. The busboys have cleared the table and the head waiter explains that Wallace has paid the tab, courtesy of one of the several periodicals for which he writes.

“Wallace always picks up the tab,” Laci says. She pulls a fifty from her wallet. “Our compliments to the chef.”

We hold hands on our way to the door. “I can’t wait to make you breakfast,” I tell her. Breakfast is something I can do. I’ve had plenty of practice on myself.

“What did you have in mind?”

“Eggs benedict, Bananas Foster, French toast. Anything you like.”

“An omelet with Gruyere cheese and chives works for me.”

“Strong hot coffee.”

“Definitely, and maybe a Danish,” she says.

“Maybe bagels and lox,” I counter.

“With capers, mascarpone, and diced red onion.”

“Definitely.”

Laci smiles and squeezes my hand. She flags a cab by twirling her panties in the air. We both laugh, giddy with the meal, the wine, the sex. I think this woman is going to like me—at least as long as the food lasts.

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It was always the same in every little town and hamlet that the carnival stopped in. Walt would try and hook up with some of the
local talent for the four or five days they were in town. To a homey, the life of a carny roustabout seemed like a glamorous way to
live. “Some glamor,” thought Walt, “dusty dirty jobs setting up and tearing down the rides and exhibits that constituted the
Kingston Karnival, and Eddie Kingston made sure that you earned every dime of the crummy pay that he forked over on every
Friday. In between set up and tear down, Walt would handle any number of odd jobs around the midway. If he wasn’t running one
of the many rides for the youngsters, he was operating a game stand, you know, the kind that for a buck you have to knock down
the three milk bottles with two throws, or maybe shoot a moving target with a gun with bad sights. Where ever he was needed,
that’s where you’d find him.

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It was when he was running one of the games that Walt had a chance to interact with the local girls. Usually she would be with her
boyfriend, he would be trying to win her a stuffed animal, while at the same time Walt would be giving her the eye. More often than
not, a few hours later that same girl would be back at the stand, only this time alone. Walt would then usually give her a couple of
free whacks at whatever game he was running, and then make a date with her for later that evening when he was off work. Most of
the time the broads were young, between eighteen and twenty three. This was okay with him, because there was just nothing like
the taste of young pussy! At twenty eight, Walt cut a good looking if rough kind of figure. A little over six feet tall and 190 pounds,
his muscular build attracted the ladies like bees to honey. This town had been like all the others, Walt made contact with young
lady, and made a date for later that evening. After closing down his game, Walt slipped into his trailer, showered, shaved, and put
on a fresh change of clothes. Five minutes later he met Brenda in front of the big top, and off they went arm in arm.

Brenda was a typical townie, trying to act older, more experienced, and more sure of herself than she really was. “Why don’t we go
to my place,” Brenda offered, “my mom is gone, and we can have the place to ourselves!” “Sounds good to me,” Walt replied,
while thinking that this one was gonna be even easier than he thought! “Mom’s out on a date herself,” said Brenda, “and she won’t
be home until morning!” “How about a drink,” Walt asked, as he looked the place over. While Brenda mixed him a drink, Walt sat
down on the couch and put his feet upon the coffee table and turned on the television. Brenda came into the living room holding
two drinks, and asked as she sat down, “Any thing good on TV?” Taking the drink from her he answered, “Nah, just the usual crap,
I was just passin’ the time waitin’ for you.” After they both took a sip of their drinks, Walt turned and put his arm around Brenda’s
shoulder and pulled her close. He kissed her ear and she turned and kissed him full on the mouth. As she pressed harder against
him, Walt could feel the two large breasts the young girl pushed into him. Walt let his free hand roam over the front of Brenda’s
chest, and offered no resistance when he squeezed her boob and twisted the hard nipple that was poking through her thin blouse.
“Baby I really want you,” he whispered, as he unbuttoned the front of her blouse. “Let me help you,” she offered, taking over and
undoing the rest of the buttons on her shirt. Walt never tired of seeing a large pair of tits in a low cut bra, and Brenda had that in
spades! “Wow baby,” Walt stammered, “these are the finest boobs I have ever seen in my life!” While maybe not entirely true,
Brenda’s chest was spectacular enough that for once in his life he wasn’t feeding someone a line! “Do you want me to take off my
bra,” she asked coyly, leaning her shoulders back and pushing her chest forward. Walt just groaned, and let his hands caress
them through her white lace bra. “I’ll take that as a yes,” the eighteen year old Brenda said, as she reached behind her and
unhooked the thin satin garment. Teasing him, she kept it from slipping off her chest, and playfully shook her boobs as if trying to
expel them from the now loose bra. “They’re stuck,” she said in a little girl voice, “see, it won’t come off,” as she made show of
trying to tug it off. Getting in the swing of the game, Walt offered his assistance, “May I help you little girl, I’m good at removing
stuck objects from tight places!” “Please kind sir,” Brenda begged, “help me get it off, it’s stuck!” With one quick motion, Walt tore
the bra from Brenda’s chest, exposing what he thought were the most magnificent tits he had ever seen! “My god,” he intoned,
“they are unreal!” “They certainly are real,” she replied, “wanna see, taste them!” Walt didn’t need another invitation, and he dove
straight for the dark pink nipples with his mouth wide open. A sigh escaped Brenda’s lips as Walt took her nipple into his mouth
and sucked hungrily. Brenda’s chest was not only spectacular in appearance, but also unbelievably sensitive to the touch. In the
past, Brenda had cum just by having her tits sucked! It took a tit sucking expert to make it happen, and Walt seemed to be a tit
sucking connisoire! “Suck me baby,” she begged, “suck mama’s big nipples!” Just listening to that little girl’s voice drove Walt
crazy with lust. His pecker was now like a piece of steel trapped in his Levis!

In the next few minutes clothes were flying every which way, with both Walt and Brenda in a race to see who could get naked first.
When they were both down to their birthday suits, Walt was treated with the sight of one of the best bodies he had ever laid eyes
on! The blonde hair on her head was a perfect match for the perfectly trimmed patch between Brenda’s pretty thighs. All Walt could
do was mumble the words, “Fucking beautiful, so fucking beautiful!” Brenda too was not disappointed in what she saw. Walt was
tall, tanned, and lean with well muscled chest and arms, a combination that made Brenda’s pussy ache with desire. What really
turned her on, however, was the eight inch tube of fuck flesh that shot up out of the dark pubic hair in Walt’s crotch. Without a word
being spoken, Brenda sat down on the edge of the couch and gently took Walt’s cock into her mouth. What she lacked in skill was
made up with enthusiasm, as she worked her hot little mouth up and down the length of the veiny shaft. “Oh, baby,” he moaned,
“you do that so well, ooooooh, don’t stop, don’t stop!!!” His legs now were getting a little weak as the pretty 18 year old cocksucker
worked over his meat. It was almost if she was starved for the taste of a pecker, like she hadn’t had in it a long time. Walt could feel
his nuts begin to tighten up as his orgasm neared, and as much as he wanted to shoot his load into her pretty little mouth, he really
wanted to stick his pecker into that blonde fur pie! “Baby, lay back down,” he told her, gently pushing her down on the sofa, “I
wanna fuck you now, so open your legs for me!!!” Brenda, now dripping wet with lust, hurriedly complied, and spread her legs
wide, offering a perfect target for Walt’s throbbing pecker.

The head of Walt’s cock strained the lips of the tight little pussy, causing Brenda to beg him to go slowly. Once the head had
entered the soft canal, he drove his penis to the hilt with one mighty shove. As he bottomed out against her pubic bone, Walt could
see her trying to scream, but no sound was coming from her moving lips. Finally, she let out a low long orgasmic moan. “The little
bitch came on the first stroke,” thought Walt to himself! “Want some more baby,” he growled to her, as he rammed his cock in and
out of her no quivering pussy. “Oh yes,” she hissed through clenched teeth, “fuck me harder, fuck me harder!!!” Walt needed no
further invitation! He used his cock like a jack hammer inside the helpless cunt, resulting in a string of brutally hard orgasms in her
little pussy. When he himself was ready to blow his load, he asked her if she wanted a load in her face. Now in a state of sexual
delirium, she babbled about wanting to feel his spunk all over her body. Walt pulled his cock from the snug box and grabbed it and
started jerking it wildly, aiming it at her heaving chest. The first blast of cum flew all the way to Brenda’s face, where she greedily
licked it up like a cat at a saucer of milk. The rest of the cum covered her breasts and belly, leaving streams of white goo
everywhere. Brenda used both hands and rubbed the fresh semen into her supple skin and said, “Mmmmm, best thing for keeping
your skin soft!” Walt just laughed and kissed her long an deep, probing her mouth with his tongue.

“How long you gonna be in town, Walt,” Brenda asked, while running her hand up and down his bare leg? “Well, sugar, another
three days, and then it’s off to the next stop,” he replied, while he idly pulled on one of her big nipples. “Oh, I wish I could go with
you,” she exclaimed! “Yeah, me too,” he said, “but I’ll be back again next year, and maybe we can see each other again!” In the
back of his mind Walt was already thinking about that next stop, and if he recalled correctly their was a gal there that was just as
pretty and cute as Brenda! “Yeah,” he reiterated, “I’ll see you again next year!”

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It was last fall that I spent a week with my friends Michael and Linda in Colorado Springs. Michael’s father
is a successful lawyer and has timeshare condos all over the world, and unlike most people with timeshares,
they actually use them. Michael and I were good friends in college and had done a lot of travelling together,
so it wasn’t a surprise and asked if Cindy, my girlfriend, and I wanted to spend a week with him and Linda.

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Unfortunately, Cindy had to cancel at the last minute, and I flew out alone to meet Michael and Linda. At
the time, Cindy and I weren’t all that serious about each other: we didn’t have an agreement to be
monogamous and both of us, on occasion, had enjoyed other lovers. Michael and Linda, however, had been
married for five years and were fantastic together. They were the type of couple that everyone wanted to
be: open, honest and very much in love with each other.

Because my image of Michael and Linda was so pristine, it made the events of that week in Colorado
Springs that more shocking.

I arrived and Linda picked me up at the airport. We drove back to their condo, chatting about this and that
and generally just passing the time and catching up with each other. Eventually we arrived at their condo
and I unpacked my stuff into the room I’d be sleeping in. Then the three of us went out to eat.

At dinner, Michael ribbed me about Cindy. I was the last one in the world that they imagined settling down
with anybody. I tried to tell them that Cindy and I weren’t all that much of an item, but they kept pressing
me. They asked when I was planning on getting married, when we’d be having kids, and so on. Nothing I
could do would convince them that we really only just used each other for a more-than-occasional fuck. I
told them that we’d seen other people; that we’d had sex with other people. They just wouldn’t let it rest,
and the more they ribbed me about her, the more irritated I became.

They finally, though, let it rest and we enjoyed dinner in relative peace. We talked about Michael’s family.
His mother and father were planning a cruise to Europe for the upcoming summer. After dinner, we went
back to the condo and opened a bottle of wine.

Michel’s father’s condo is absolutely beautiful. It has two large bedrooms that come off a two-story great
room with large glass windows that span an entire wall. Just beyond the windows is a private deck with a
Jacuzzi; the whole thing overlooks the mountains. It’s one of the most beautiful places I’ve ever been.

We sat in the great room watching the sunset drinking wine when Linda suggested that we all get into the
Jacuzzi on the deck. I had brought my swim suit in anticipation of spending many an hour relaxing in the
warm bubbling water, so I readily agreed. We all disappeared into our rooms to change and then met out on
the deck. Michael filled up the hot tub and in no time at all, we were all sitting in the warm foaming water
sipping the cool white wine and enjoying the beautiful view. We were all on one side of the tub, Linda in
between Michael and myself.

We were talking and Michael and Linda again began asking me about Cindy. I laughed at them saying that
I was honest when I told them earlier that the relationship wasn’t that serious.

Something lightly brushed against my leg. I ignored it, chalking it up to the movement of the water.

They asked if I’d really had sex with other women while Cindy and I had been seeing each other. I said yes
and again felt something brush against my leg. It was a brief touch, lightly pressing against my skin and
then disappearing.

It seemed to me that Michael and Linda were acting oddly. While we’ve always been close and open about
our sex lives, they seemed overly interested in my relationship with Cindy. Michael had moved a little
away from the Linda and myself and looked at me intently. He asked if the opportunity arose for me to
have sex with someone out there in Colorado Springs, there wouldn’t be anything to stop me.

I laughed and replied that I guessed not. Then I felt a hand grab my cock under the water. It was Linda. I
sat there in stunned silence as Linda slipped her hand underneath the elastic waistband of my swim suit.
She firmly grasped by dick and squeezed it. I responded quickly to her touch, become hard under her
fingers. She smiled at both Michael and myself as she stroked my lengthening cock.

I looked at Michael, trying to figure out exactly what was going on. Did he know? Was he aware his wife
was playing with me just below the surface of the water? I didn’t want to say anything, but with the way
Linda was pumping my cock, it was going to become pretty apparent what was happening.

Mike studied my face as his wife continued playing with me. Linda had pulled my cock all the way out of
my swim suit and was gently squeezing the tip rhythmically. Then she wrapped her entire had around the
shaft and pushed down to its base, pressing the heel of her hand against my balls. Squeezing tightly, she
moved back to the tip, drawing her fingers over the head before she moved back down to the base. She was
driving me close to the point of coming. I remained silent, desperately trying not to give away what Linda
was doing to me under the water. Michael just sipped his wine, seemingly oblivious to his wife’s actions.
One hand held the glass of wine. Michael’s other hand was somewhere under the water’s surface, hidden in
the bubbles.

Not being able to resist, I reached over into Linda’s lap. I pulled the bottom of her suit to the side to run
fingers into her slit. As I pulled the suit away, I felt that skin was bare; her pussy had no hair. I turned to
look at her quizzically, her hand on my cock and my fingers sliding over her hairless pussy. She just smiled
naughtily at me, sipped her wine with her free hand, and squeezed my cock harder under the water.

I took her response to my unasked question as encouragement to press on. I first slid one finger into her to
be quickly followed by a second. Her cunt muscles gripped my tightly as I fingered her under the water. I
pulled my fingers out and moved them to the top of her slit, pressing them firmly against the clit that
throbbed strongly under my touch. The grip on my cock lessened as a quiet sigh escaped Linda’s slightly-
parted lips.

Michael turned to look at us. I immediately stopped caressing Linda’s shaven pussy, and her hand
immediately pulled away from my hard cock, leaving me frustrated and wanting more. I was close to
orgasm, and she knew it.

Michael must have seen the panic in my eyes. He asked if I felt all right and I stammered out that I was
fine. Then Linda gave everything away. She moved away from me to kiss Michael. Then she turned
towards me and straddled my hips. In one quick movement, she slid her cunt over down onto my cock. She
moaned loudly as she sank her weight don onto me, driving my dick up into her tight pussy. I tried to push
her off, but Linda kissed me strongly on my mouth as she began to move up and down on top of my hard
cock. She was fucking me right there in front of Michael.

I didn’t know what to do; I looked at Michael expecting him to explode with anger. Instead, I was surprised
to see him stand up and walk over to us. His cock was hanging out of the top of his swim suit. He had it in
his hand, stroking its length. He sat down next to us on the edge of the Jacuzzi and his wife’s mouth
immediately left my face to take in Michael’s cock. Michael looked down at me and asked if I was sure that
I’d have sex with a willing woman if the opportunity presented itself. I realized, with my cock deep in his
wife’s pussy, that the entire thing had been a set-up. A huge weight was lifted from my shoulders and I
reached up to caress Linda’s breasts through her swimsuit. As I rolled her nipples under my thumbs, I
looked up at Michael and laughed, saying that I probably would.

The water splashed against the side of the Jacuzzi with every movement Linda made on my cock. Her cunt
was like a vise, her muscles wanting to pull the come from me. I jerked my hips, thrusting against her
movements: as she came down, I pressed upwards. When she moved away from me, I pulled my cock from
her. As we fucked, Linda had as much of her husband’s cock in her mouth. She balanced herself with one
hand and used the other to follow her mouth up and down Michael’s hard cock. Her movements on my
cock echoed that on Michael’s.

Before long, both Michael and I were trusting frantically into Linda. I into her tight little pussy and Michael
into her sweet mouth. Linda was groaning with every push of my cock into her; she was pounding herself
on my cock swiftly, and I felt my orgasm approaching. I lowered my hands to Linda’s hips, pulling her
against me as my climax passed the threshold; I held her tightly against my body as wave after wave of my
come shot from my cock into Linda’s cunt. Next to me, Michael was holding Linda’s hair as he also was
coming. Linda took every drop of his come into her mouth, swallowing each pulse as he shot it into her.

Linda pulled away from Michael’s cock and he sighed loudly, relaxed. Slowly she pulled herself off of my
softening cock to look at the two of us. We were all exhausted and didn’t say a single work as she stood up,
straightened her suit, grabbed a towel and walked inside.

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