Bedpost notches
Posted: Sun Oct 18, 2015 10:03 am
Writing about sex is never easy, and it’s also not easy to choose one occasion as the best of all, but I’ve decided to tell a bit about something that happened a few years ago. My wife Jane still says that this was definitely one of the best times we have ever had with another guy. It certainly wasn’t our first but remains one of our most memorable. Maybe it is now edged aside by some later experiences with her current lover, but it remains etched on both of our memories.
We were on holiday at Cap d Agde, the wonderfully free nudist paradise. In those days, swinging didn’t have the exposure that it now does, but it was clearly out there to be found and enjoyed by anyone interested. We were staying at what was then the only hotel in the naturist resort called Hotel Eve, which has a really nice pool but a strict “no sex in public” rule. Lots of nude people lying in the sun, lovely bodies and now and again an erection might be spotted, followed by a departure for a room, but nothing else that could be called sexual was to be seen.
This particular year, there was a guy providing massages at the side of the pool. That was unusual and he had never been there before. Call him John. On the day on which we arrived we had gone down to the pool where we were greeted by him and he very obviously had a special interest in Jane. He was tall and good looking in a very rascally way, the sort of look Jane often goes for. Of course, he was totally nude so we could see that he was well built with a handsome, suntanned cock, which was not erect but large enough to either be swelling up at the sight of the naked Jane or completely down and enormous.
There was an immediate rapport between him and her – lots of body language that told me that before our week’s stay was over, I would be watching them together. That night, I told Jane what I had thought and left her in no doubt what a good idea I thought it was. She laughed, but I knew she was laughing at me, not the idea. And so it proved each time we talked about it, two things gave her away – a wet pussy that she could try and explain away for other reasons, and that she never dismissed the idea but always said only “We’ll see”. We were to be there for a week and nothing much happened until a couple of days before we were due to leave. They had been chatting and joking (ie flirting) terms over the days but no more. I was keen to encourage her and hopeful of something happening between them and she and I had of course talked about it over the preceding days but with no results. She was reluctant to make a move of any sort or to be thought of as too forthcoming.
Then on this day he offered her a massage by the pool. It was to be free, which I immediately figured was to do with the spark that I had seen between them at the beginning. She loves being touched and the opportunity to be massaged, especially by a man, and so the chance to lie in the sun and be massaged by a handsome guy that she fancied was never going to be turned down by her. The massage itself was nice enough. Pretty straight really, in keeping with the rules, but the flashes of sexual excitement that had passed between them in their chat and glances of previous days and the lingering idea that there was more to come turned an ordinary massage into the start of extended foreplay for what was to come. Of course, he was a perfect gentleman, and little strokes across her nipples could be understood and excused, as were the tiny strokes up her inner thighs and buttocks, but they added up to the opener in a wonderful occurrence. The massage had as much, if not more, of gentle strategic caresses as it did of massage on muscle knots and the like.
As he stroked and touched her, and no doubt admired all of what he could see and enjoy, he wore a tiny sarong that concealed the reaction of his cock. The massage over, he went off to massage someone else leaving us to reflect on where we thought things might be going. Not much later, as the sun was setting and we were thinking of what to do next, he wandered over and asked if we would like to join him at his apartment for a drink. If this was ever going to happen, it surely was now. Half an hour later, bottle of red in hand, we were at his apartment. He still had the little sarong around him but the slightly detached professional masseur had vanished as he leant forward to put his arm around her and kiss her in greeting. My heart thumped. Oh yes!
Over our glasses of wine, sitting on the balcony and watching the sun set, he told us about himself – he was a physical therapist who usually worked in ski resorts in Switzerland, which was winter work, and came to the South of France in summer. That explained, said Jane, why he had such a wonderful touch. She had clearly enjoyed his touch. More heart thumping “Oh yes” for me. As the sun vanished and dusk settled in, things became a bit mellower. Little flashes between them again, small touches on her legs, on his arms and leg by her. Focusing increasingly on each other, a huge turn on for me. The seduction of each by the other over the last few days had worked and their intimacy was growing.
“Well, if you enjoyed the massage, why not do a bit more?” My heart was pounding by now. This was why I was there, to see her enjoying the attention of another man. By now I was pretty sure where this would go.
She was quick to agree and very soon was lying naked on a mattress in the open air on the balcony and he was staring to caress and stroke her again. His sarong had disappeared and his cock was growing larger and more interesting all the time. He suggested that he and I massage her together – “Just copy what I do” he said and so we did, giving her a four handed massage. Very soon, both of her breasts and nipples were being stroked, squeezed, then kissed and sucked. She was slowly and almost imperceptibly moving in response to the touch. As I kissed her deeply I could feel how she was relaxing and giving herself over to whatever was on its way. Things were turning more and more erotic as his hands moved from her belly back to her thighs and inner thighs and then I watched fascinated as he moved to gently stroke her pussy – softly and only on the outside with one finger. She let out a little moan and shifted slightly to part her thighs, giving him ready access to her. He accepted her offer and carefully parted the lips of her pussy opening her up to his touch. I had known, hoped, this is where it would go and it was going that way, even better than I had imagined. This was no quickie, but was turning into a very slow, sensual and intensely exciting time for me, quite apart from where it was taking her. Before sliding a finger into her, he looked to me with a question in his eyes. I nodded and his finger gently and carefully slid into her. She gasped. “Ok?” he asked her. “Ooh, yes!” she said, almost voiceless, and, as if to encourage him, spread her thighs slightly more, sloping her hips upwards to meet him, offering more of her open pussy to his explorations.
I sat back slightly to watch them. His cock was handsomely erect now, and was beautiful – long, thick and strong and dark with it’s all over tan. I had known that she would love it watched reach out and had taken it in her hand and, eyes shut, was feeling it, exploring his balls and stroking his cock slowly and longingly. She asked him to bring it to her mouth which he willingly did, sliding it in and out and she kissed and sucked it. He kept the attention on her cunt and very soon after that she started to come, thrusting against his touch, gasping and exclaiming as her body was seized by the wonderful spasms of orgasm after orgasm. Once she starts, she can come and come, sometimes having twenty or more orgasms in a session. Her orgasms were by now flowing freely in response to his experienced and wonderful touch, in response to the week of build-up, and in response to the excitement of what she knew was yet to come.
I was by now just watching, rubbing my cock, trying my hardest not to come. Longing to watch him get between her legs, open her completely and slide that fabulous erection into her. Almost as if he read my mind, he moved and knelt between her legs. She lay waiting, gently thrusting her hips forward and backwards, waiting, offering, to receive a deeper touch from him. He dipped his head to her cunt and also slid a finger or more than one into her. She later told me that he was specially blessed with his oral skills, and her coming started again as his tongue found the parts of her that can drive her wild. She held his head there, writhing and crying out in the exquisiteness of it. And then he straightened up, reached for a condom and rolled it onto his erection and then moved forward to place it at the entrance to her. This was what we both wanted and by now this was what she was eagerly available to him for. I watched breathless as she welcomed his cock into her, seemingly opening herself even more to receive it deeply into her, raising her cunt to give him the access he wanted, putting her hand down as she does as a cock penetrates, to feel his cock as it slid in and the bulk of it opened and filled her. Her face is a thing of sheer beauty as she is taken in this way, focused completely on her cunt and on the man she is with and his cock. At that moment nothing else exists for her. This was a cock that she had been excited by when we arrived a week ago; that she had wanted for a week; that she had not seen erect until today but that she knew would be wonderful when she did.
The orgasms started again as the two enjoyed each other as they had been hoping for so long. He didn’t last long and fairly soon he was tensing and then coming. A few quick, hard strokes and then thrust deeply in and held it strongly in her as he came. And no matter how much she has come before, she always comes as the guy with her comes. What a sight!
However wonderful it had been so far, the bit she remembers most after all this time is what followed. Once they had subsided from their lovely fuck and which would have been the end of it for most people, he carefully withdrew and again positioned himself kneeling between her legs, pressing his tongue and fingers into her again. Her orgasms continued uninterrupted, perhaps another ten while she and he rolled and writhed together ending up with her kneeling over his mouth crying out as she came yet again and again. He was, she still says, so good that she thought there were two of us with her, but I was still sitting transfixed across the balcony watching them. Aware as I was of her capacity for sex and sexual enjoyment, I was amazed by what I saw. And then he again took the lead, raising her off him and leading her over to me, facing me. He took my cock and slid it into her totally open and soaking cunt for me to fuck her while she was sandwiched between the two of us, with him supporting her when her knees gave way as she and I came together to finish an amazing evening.
We have looked out for him when we have gone back to Cap d Agde but have never found him. Perhaps it is better not to try and repeat a wonderful experience like that. On the other hand it would be great if even only half as good. Of course, we knew that he was an expert because he had clearly practised a lot and his lifestyle meant that he had plenty of opportunities, so Liz knew that she had provided him with another notch on his bedpost.
Hence her nickname for him as “The Bedpost Man”.
We were on holiday at Cap d Agde, the wonderfully free nudist paradise. In those days, swinging didn’t have the exposure that it now does, but it was clearly out there to be found and enjoyed by anyone interested. We were staying at what was then the only hotel in the naturist resort called Hotel Eve, which has a really nice pool but a strict “no sex in public” rule. Lots of nude people lying in the sun, lovely bodies and now and again an erection might be spotted, followed by a departure for a room, but nothing else that could be called sexual was to be seen.
This particular year, there was a guy providing massages at the side of the pool. That was unusual and he had never been there before. Call him John. On the day on which we arrived we had gone down to the pool where we were greeted by him and he very obviously had a special interest in Jane. He was tall and good looking in a very rascally way, the sort of look Jane often goes for. Of course, he was totally nude so we could see that he was well built with a handsome, suntanned cock, which was not erect but large enough to either be swelling up at the sight of the naked Jane or completely down and enormous.
There was an immediate rapport between him and her – lots of body language that told me that before our week’s stay was over, I would be watching them together. That night, I told Jane what I had thought and left her in no doubt what a good idea I thought it was. She laughed, but I knew she was laughing at me, not the idea. And so it proved each time we talked about it, two things gave her away – a wet pussy that she could try and explain away for other reasons, and that she never dismissed the idea but always said only “We’ll see”. We were to be there for a week and nothing much happened until a couple of days before we were due to leave. They had been chatting and joking (ie flirting) terms over the days but no more. I was keen to encourage her and hopeful of something happening between them and she and I had of course talked about it over the preceding days but with no results. She was reluctant to make a move of any sort or to be thought of as too forthcoming.
Then on this day he offered her a massage by the pool. It was to be free, which I immediately figured was to do with the spark that I had seen between them at the beginning. She loves being touched and the opportunity to be massaged, especially by a man, and so the chance to lie in the sun and be massaged by a handsome guy that she fancied was never going to be turned down by her. The massage itself was nice enough. Pretty straight really, in keeping with the rules, but the flashes of sexual excitement that had passed between them in their chat and glances of previous days and the lingering idea that there was more to come turned an ordinary massage into the start of extended foreplay for what was to come. Of course, he was a perfect gentleman, and little strokes across her nipples could be understood and excused, as were the tiny strokes up her inner thighs and buttocks, but they added up to the opener in a wonderful occurrence. The massage had as much, if not more, of gentle strategic caresses as it did of massage on muscle knots and the like.
As he stroked and touched her, and no doubt admired all of what he could see and enjoy, he wore a tiny sarong that concealed the reaction of his cock. The massage over, he went off to massage someone else leaving us to reflect on where we thought things might be going. Not much later, as the sun was setting and we were thinking of what to do next, he wandered over and asked if we would like to join him at his apartment for a drink. If this was ever going to happen, it surely was now. Half an hour later, bottle of red in hand, we were at his apartment. He still had the little sarong around him but the slightly detached professional masseur had vanished as he leant forward to put his arm around her and kiss her in greeting. My heart thumped. Oh yes!
Over our glasses of wine, sitting on the balcony and watching the sun set, he told us about himself – he was a physical therapist who usually worked in ski resorts in Switzerland, which was winter work, and came to the South of France in summer. That explained, said Jane, why he had such a wonderful touch. She had clearly enjoyed his touch. More heart thumping “Oh yes” for me. As the sun vanished and dusk settled in, things became a bit mellower. Little flashes between them again, small touches on her legs, on his arms and leg by her. Focusing increasingly on each other, a huge turn on for me. The seduction of each by the other over the last few days had worked and their intimacy was growing.
“Well, if you enjoyed the massage, why not do a bit more?” My heart was pounding by now. This was why I was there, to see her enjoying the attention of another man. By now I was pretty sure where this would go.
She was quick to agree and very soon was lying naked on a mattress in the open air on the balcony and he was staring to caress and stroke her again. His sarong had disappeared and his cock was growing larger and more interesting all the time. He suggested that he and I massage her together – “Just copy what I do” he said and so we did, giving her a four handed massage. Very soon, both of her breasts and nipples were being stroked, squeezed, then kissed and sucked. She was slowly and almost imperceptibly moving in response to the touch. As I kissed her deeply I could feel how she was relaxing and giving herself over to whatever was on its way. Things were turning more and more erotic as his hands moved from her belly back to her thighs and inner thighs and then I watched fascinated as he moved to gently stroke her pussy – softly and only on the outside with one finger. She let out a little moan and shifted slightly to part her thighs, giving him ready access to her. He accepted her offer and carefully parted the lips of her pussy opening her up to his touch. I had known, hoped, this is where it would go and it was going that way, even better than I had imagined. This was no quickie, but was turning into a very slow, sensual and intensely exciting time for me, quite apart from where it was taking her. Before sliding a finger into her, he looked to me with a question in his eyes. I nodded and his finger gently and carefully slid into her. She gasped. “Ok?” he asked her. “Ooh, yes!” she said, almost voiceless, and, as if to encourage him, spread her thighs slightly more, sloping her hips upwards to meet him, offering more of her open pussy to his explorations.
I sat back slightly to watch them. His cock was handsomely erect now, and was beautiful – long, thick and strong and dark with it’s all over tan. I had known that she would love it watched reach out and had taken it in her hand and, eyes shut, was feeling it, exploring his balls and stroking his cock slowly and longingly. She asked him to bring it to her mouth which he willingly did, sliding it in and out and she kissed and sucked it. He kept the attention on her cunt and very soon after that she started to come, thrusting against his touch, gasping and exclaiming as her body was seized by the wonderful spasms of orgasm after orgasm. Once she starts, she can come and come, sometimes having twenty or more orgasms in a session. Her orgasms were by now flowing freely in response to his experienced and wonderful touch, in response to the week of build-up, and in response to the excitement of what she knew was yet to come.
I was by now just watching, rubbing my cock, trying my hardest not to come. Longing to watch him get between her legs, open her completely and slide that fabulous erection into her. Almost as if he read my mind, he moved and knelt between her legs. She lay waiting, gently thrusting her hips forward and backwards, waiting, offering, to receive a deeper touch from him. He dipped his head to her cunt and also slid a finger or more than one into her. She later told me that he was specially blessed with his oral skills, and her coming started again as his tongue found the parts of her that can drive her wild. She held his head there, writhing and crying out in the exquisiteness of it. And then he straightened up, reached for a condom and rolled it onto his erection and then moved forward to place it at the entrance to her. This was what we both wanted and by now this was what she was eagerly available to him for. I watched breathless as she welcomed his cock into her, seemingly opening herself even more to receive it deeply into her, raising her cunt to give him the access he wanted, putting her hand down as she does as a cock penetrates, to feel his cock as it slid in and the bulk of it opened and filled her. Her face is a thing of sheer beauty as she is taken in this way, focused completely on her cunt and on the man she is with and his cock. At that moment nothing else exists for her. This was a cock that she had been excited by when we arrived a week ago; that she had wanted for a week; that she had not seen erect until today but that she knew would be wonderful when she did.
The orgasms started again as the two enjoyed each other as they had been hoping for so long. He didn’t last long and fairly soon he was tensing and then coming. A few quick, hard strokes and then thrust deeply in and held it strongly in her as he came. And no matter how much she has come before, she always comes as the guy with her comes. What a sight!
However wonderful it had been so far, the bit she remembers most after all this time is what followed. Once they had subsided from their lovely fuck and which would have been the end of it for most people, he carefully withdrew and again positioned himself kneeling between her legs, pressing his tongue and fingers into her again. Her orgasms continued uninterrupted, perhaps another ten while she and he rolled and writhed together ending up with her kneeling over his mouth crying out as she came yet again and again. He was, she still says, so good that she thought there were two of us with her, but I was still sitting transfixed across the balcony watching them. Aware as I was of her capacity for sex and sexual enjoyment, I was amazed by what I saw. And then he again took the lead, raising her off him and leading her over to me, facing me. He took my cock and slid it into her totally open and soaking cunt for me to fuck her while she was sandwiched between the two of us, with him supporting her when her knees gave way as she and I came together to finish an amazing evening.
We have looked out for him when we have gone back to Cap d Agde but have never found him. Perhaps it is better not to try and repeat a wonderful experience like that. On the other hand it would be great if even only half as good. Of course, we knew that he was an expert because he had clearly practised a lot and his lifestyle meant that he had plenty of opportunities, so Liz knew that she had provided him with another notch on his bedpost.
Hence her nickname for him as “The Bedpost Man”.
