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thanks for sharing your adventures. i'm really enjoying them.
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Back to Jen…
The next week she and Tory were on a regular running schedule. He was more interested that week in blow jobs than fucking her on their morning runs. Brett was staying in Plymouth that weekend and I had an overnight in NYC entertaining clients Friday. I would not return until Saturday mid day.
This presented Jen and Tory with and overnight opportunity. She was keen to take advantage of it.
He covered his absence from home somehow and he was there promptly when Jen got home from work. She said sex instantly followed. They got a couple rounds in and then she made some sort of meal for them. While eating he asked her if they could try anal. To my surprise she told me she agreed. When I asked her why the change of view on anal she replied that he wasn’t too big and he asked nicely! However, this presented a challenge.
They hopped in her car and she went to a CVS to get an enema kit and lube. Quick turn around and back home she did her thing and soon he was lubing up in our bedroom. She said it was uncomfortable only for a brief moment and then he was breeding her bum with vigor. He had already cum twice so he was lasting and needed to reapply lube periodically. She said she was rubbing her own clit while he was hitting her doggy style and the extra lube was working it’s way down his balls and slapping her pussy. She said as she was fingering herself things got progressively messy.
He came in her ass. He was delighted and she said that it was more pleasurable than with her ex boyfriend in Maryland but that it still was not her thing. They showered and cuddled on the couch for an hour watching tv. He got hard for a fourth time as she started playing with his cock. They moved to the bedroom where he drilled her missionary. She told me you just can’t appreciate the feeling of getting fucked and residual cum getting pushed out of your bum at the same time. There just are not words for it.
They coupled 2 more times between then and the morning when he left. When I arrived home she was horny again and so we retreated to the bedroom for a good part of the afternoon. We then went to the gym and out to eat. Brett was texting her while we were at dinner just to let her know how much he was missing her that weekend.
The next morning Jen and Tory went for a run at daybreak and she ended up with her shorts at her ankles again. I promptly ate my Sunday breakfast when she returned. I ate a second cream pie in the afternoon upon returning from a trip to Lowes. She called Tory as soon as I departed and he squeezed in a quickie while I was gone. That evening was very calm. We both needed a break.
The next week she and Tory were on a regular running schedule. He was more interested that week in blow jobs than fucking her on their morning runs. Brett was staying in Plymouth that weekend and I had an overnight in NYC entertaining clients Friday. I would not return until Saturday mid day.
This presented Jen and Tory with and overnight opportunity. She was keen to take advantage of it.
He covered his absence from home somehow and he was there promptly when Jen got home from work. She said sex instantly followed. They got a couple rounds in and then she made some sort of meal for them. While eating he asked her if they could try anal. To my surprise she told me she agreed. When I asked her why the change of view on anal she replied that he wasn’t too big and he asked nicely! However, this presented a challenge.
They hopped in her car and she went to a CVS to get an enema kit and lube. Quick turn around and back home she did her thing and soon he was lubing up in our bedroom. She said it was uncomfortable only for a brief moment and then he was breeding her bum with vigor. He had already cum twice so he was lasting and needed to reapply lube periodically. She said she was rubbing her own clit while he was hitting her doggy style and the extra lube was working it’s way down his balls and slapping her pussy. She said as she was fingering herself things got progressively messy.
He came in her ass. He was delighted and she said that it was more pleasurable than with her ex boyfriend in Maryland but that it still was not her thing. They showered and cuddled on the couch for an hour watching tv. He got hard for a fourth time as she started playing with his cock. They moved to the bedroom where he drilled her missionary. She told me you just can’t appreciate the feeling of getting fucked and residual cum getting pushed out of your bum at the same time. There just are not words for it.
They coupled 2 more times between then and the morning when he left. When I arrived home she was horny again and so we retreated to the bedroom for a good part of the afternoon. We then went to the gym and out to eat. Brett was texting her while we were at dinner just to let her know how much he was missing her that weekend.
The next morning Jen and Tory went for a run at daybreak and she ended up with her shorts at her ankles again. I promptly ate my Sunday breakfast when she returned. I ate a second cream pie in the afternoon upon returning from a trip to Lowes. She called Tory as soon as I departed and he squeezed in a quickie while I was gone. That evening was very calm. We both needed a break.
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Monday sunrise…
Jen and Tory kept on schedule Monday morning with a run and fuck at the State park. He would be away with his family for the remainder of the week. The break from marathon sex seemed welcome in a strange way. A four day stretch without a fuck buddy (other than me) seemed odd. Tuesday we did not have sex at all. Wednesday morning we had coffee, breakfast and off to work, no sex. To be fair I did not initiate anything with her. Wednesday evening we decided to go to the gym. She would wear a sports top and a loose fitting sleeveless t-shirt most of the time in the colder months. Now that it had warmed up she went without the t-shirt.
Nipples on full display and short shorts, I loved it when she showed off this way. We always separated and did our own routines which afforded me a view of the show. Guys of all ages couldn’t help but stare. Girls would glance, a lot. Jen loved the attention. In her previous life she covered up. Now she had a hard confidence that was self evident. It amazed me she did not get hit on more. Maybe enough people knew we were together or maybe she just seemed out of reach. In any event she got horny from the attention.
She blew me in the car.
It had become such a selfish pleasure for me when she gave me head. The evolution of it being something she did to please me to knowing it was now something she really desired for herself. A mouth feels so different than a pussy. Looking down on the back of her head and stroking her hair all while having that awareness and special feeling of having my cock inside her mouth. Early on in our relationship I would have a slight feeling of guilt when I came in her mouth. Not anymore. When I released my sperm and she swallowed it I was satisfied she was excited to receive it. She always came off my cock with a smile and gave me a kiss.
We went home and made love. Like we used to before she started fucking other guys. It was good.
Jen and Tory kept on schedule Monday morning with a run and fuck at the State park. He would be away with his family for the remainder of the week. The break from marathon sex seemed welcome in a strange way. A four day stretch without a fuck buddy (other than me) seemed odd. Tuesday we did not have sex at all. Wednesday morning we had coffee, breakfast and off to work, no sex. To be fair I did not initiate anything with her. Wednesday evening we decided to go to the gym. She would wear a sports top and a loose fitting sleeveless t-shirt most of the time in the colder months. Now that it had warmed up she went without the t-shirt.
Nipples on full display and short shorts, I loved it when she showed off this way. We always separated and did our own routines which afforded me a view of the show. Guys of all ages couldn’t help but stare. Girls would glance, a lot. Jen loved the attention. In her previous life she covered up. Now she had a hard confidence that was self evident. It amazed me she did not get hit on more. Maybe enough people knew we were together or maybe she just seemed out of reach. In any event she got horny from the attention.
She blew me in the car.
It had become such a selfish pleasure for me when she gave me head. The evolution of it being something she did to please me to knowing it was now something she really desired for herself. A mouth feels so different than a pussy. Looking down on the back of her head and stroking her hair all while having that awareness and special feeling of having my cock inside her mouth. Early on in our relationship I would have a slight feeling of guilt when I came in her mouth. Not anymore. When I released my sperm and she swallowed it I was satisfied she was excited to receive it. She always came off my cock with a smile and gave me a kiss.
We went home and made love. Like we used to before she started fucking other guys. It was good.
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Plymouth…
Brett texted Jen Thursday morning to let her know that he had to stay another weekend in Plymouth. She was very disappointed and I instantly became suspicious. I could see it coming. It was too obvious to me. Jen did not. She now had not seen him in nearly two weeks. She was a bit down about it. With Tory out of town her sexual need was focused on me. We had great sex but I was certainly not fully satisfying her.
My concern was that Brett may have found someone that interested him down in Plymouth or that he had time to reconsider his feelings about Jen’s promiscuity. I just had a bad feeling about it.
Tory returned Sunday afternoon and Jen asked if I could give them the house. I left and took a hike and went to a pub. They spent a few hours together in our bed and she was in great spirits when I returned. I took over where Tory left off and she was a happy girl.
The following week she and Tory hooked up every day. He had the energy to do her as much as she could make time for. He was very comfortable with her but he still was anxious about me. We had not officially met. On Thursday of that week I pulled in to the gas station to fill up and he was on the opposite side of the pump island. He was visibly nervous. I asked him how he was doing and he replied “Good”. I then took the opportunity to allay his fears. I told him that I appreciated the time he was spending with Jen as it was making her happy and that made me happy. I kept it short and to the point. He nervously thanked me and we parted ways.
He and Jen took their morning run and he mentioned to her that he saw me. He was still cautious but more accepting that I was truly ok with them having sex. She came home with his semen inseminated into her womb.
Brett arrived late afternoon at our house on Friday. Jen had dinner planned and we all ate and had drinks in our kitchen. Everything seemed normal. Then Brett let on that he indeed had found someone he was interested in dating. I knew it. Jen was in shock as I think she knew what was coming next. Brett and this girl were in the early stages of getting to know each other and they had not had sex yet. As could be expected he did not want to be having sex with Jen and dating this girl at the same time, to be fair. Jen started balling as she realized that this was the end with Brett. I had a horrible sinking feeling as well as I really liked Brett and his friendship.
One last fling…
After many tears and discussions the two of them decided to go to Brett’s place overnight for some one on one time together. She fucked him desperately she told me. She wanted as much of him as she could have that night.
They were back at our house mid morning and we all had our last together time. He stayed over one last time in “his” room with Jen. Early afternoon we had an emotional goodbye and he left for Plymouth. That night was brutal. Jen was devastated.
The reality was that it would have never lasted. Brett had realized that the kind of relationship we all had was wild and fun but unsustainable. As much as he loved Jen he would not be able to have any kind of long term relationship with her. He was not interested in a throuple. And realistically he was right. Jen started to question whether all this pain was worth it. I countered with the argument that she should value the experiences and friendships and that I thought that it had all been very much worth it. She would have never discovered her true sexuality without having these friendships. There were lots of tears. There would be many tears for months. Brett would remain a friend though.
Our young cum factory neighbor would help fill the void for a while but he too would be leaving in August for school. And it wasn’t the same with him. He could keep up but he still had a long way to go to keep her satisfied. It wasn’t even his size that was the difference. He wasn’t dominant, even when she coached him in that direction. He was certainly eager. It wasn’t that she was dissatisfied either. Her first point of arousal was always the fact that these guys desired her and wanted to breed her. It was a primal sort of arousal. He just didn’t take what he wanted by default. She did not want him to be polite. She wanted him to not ask for permission in most things (except anal).
But the fact of the matter was that he was available and was ready at all times.
Losing both Brett and Jon was a huge blow to Jen.
Brett texted Jen Thursday morning to let her know that he had to stay another weekend in Plymouth. She was very disappointed and I instantly became suspicious. I could see it coming. It was too obvious to me. Jen did not. She now had not seen him in nearly two weeks. She was a bit down about it. With Tory out of town her sexual need was focused on me. We had great sex but I was certainly not fully satisfying her.
My concern was that Brett may have found someone that interested him down in Plymouth or that he had time to reconsider his feelings about Jen’s promiscuity. I just had a bad feeling about it.
Tory returned Sunday afternoon and Jen asked if I could give them the house. I left and took a hike and went to a pub. They spent a few hours together in our bed and she was in great spirits when I returned. I took over where Tory left off and she was a happy girl.
The following week she and Tory hooked up every day. He had the energy to do her as much as she could make time for. He was very comfortable with her but he still was anxious about me. We had not officially met. On Thursday of that week I pulled in to the gas station to fill up and he was on the opposite side of the pump island. He was visibly nervous. I asked him how he was doing and he replied “Good”. I then took the opportunity to allay his fears. I told him that I appreciated the time he was spending with Jen as it was making her happy and that made me happy. I kept it short and to the point. He nervously thanked me and we parted ways.
He and Jen took their morning run and he mentioned to her that he saw me. He was still cautious but more accepting that I was truly ok with them having sex. She came home with his semen inseminated into her womb.
Brett arrived late afternoon at our house on Friday. Jen had dinner planned and we all ate and had drinks in our kitchen. Everything seemed normal. Then Brett let on that he indeed had found someone he was interested in dating. I knew it. Jen was in shock as I think she knew what was coming next. Brett and this girl were in the early stages of getting to know each other and they had not had sex yet. As could be expected he did not want to be having sex with Jen and dating this girl at the same time, to be fair. Jen started balling as she realized that this was the end with Brett. I had a horrible sinking feeling as well as I really liked Brett and his friendship.
One last fling…
After many tears and discussions the two of them decided to go to Brett’s place overnight for some one on one time together. She fucked him desperately she told me. She wanted as much of him as she could have that night.
They were back at our house mid morning and we all had our last together time. He stayed over one last time in “his” room with Jen. Early afternoon we had an emotional goodbye and he left for Plymouth. That night was brutal. Jen was devastated.
The reality was that it would have never lasted. Brett had realized that the kind of relationship we all had was wild and fun but unsustainable. As much as he loved Jen he would not be able to have any kind of long term relationship with her. He was not interested in a throuple. And realistically he was right. Jen started to question whether all this pain was worth it. I countered with the argument that she should value the experiences and friendships and that I thought that it had all been very much worth it. She would have never discovered her true sexuality without having these friendships. There were lots of tears. There would be many tears for months. Brett would remain a friend though.
Our young cum factory neighbor would help fill the void for a while but he too would be leaving in August for school. And it wasn’t the same with him. He could keep up but he still had a long way to go to keep her satisfied. It wasn’t even his size that was the difference. He wasn’t dominant, even when she coached him in that direction. He was certainly eager. It wasn’t that she was dissatisfied either. Her first point of arousal was always the fact that these guys desired her and wanted to breed her. It was a primal sort of arousal. He just didn’t take what he wanted by default. She did not want him to be polite. She wanted him to not ask for permission in most things (except anal).
But the fact of the matter was that he was available and was ready at all times.
Losing both Brett and Jon was a huge blow to Jen.
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In a perfect world, Brett's new girlfriend will be secure and open enough to allow him a friend with benefits. The dynamic and frequency would certainly change, but maybe this isn't the end for you guys.
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Hey Ho! Such is a hotwife's lot but shucks! It ain't all bad! 
On a more sympathetic note, it's understandable that a hotwife may develop feelings for her lovers
but lovers will always come and go. In a great hotwifing relationship, she can enjoy the thrills and spills
of dating, and the joy and tears of falling in and out of love with her lovers but throughout, she has
the unwavering love of her devoted husband. Aren't hotwives the luckiest women in the world?
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On a more sympathetic note, it's understandable that a hotwife may develop feelings for her lovers
but lovers will always come and go. In a great hotwifing relationship, she can enjoy the thrills and spills
of dating, and the joy and tears of falling in and out of love with her lovers but throughout, she has
the unwavering love of her devoted husband. Aren't hotwives the luckiest women in the world?
54321
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Free Use…
I guess one way to deaden the pain is sex. Tory was the only non Miles (me) source for stress relief. Her runs with him resumed on Monday and at their regular rendezvous location she told him that he had free use or access to her whenever he wanted. She said that they could meet at our house more often if necessary and that I would step out to give them privacy. She did not mention this to me until after the fact. She tested this model Tuesday after work and I went to the gym while Tory gave her a workout at home.
I had to wait three hours. When I was given permission to come home she was ready for more and I got to go down on her “freely used” pussy. She just needed sex and I was willing to make any accommodations to make her happy during this depressing time for her.
Wednesday I was asked again to give them some time so I went to the gym to bide my time. The enema kit got used again because she basically told him that whatever he wanted to do he could. He was young and had the energy and the imagination so he progressed quickly. I got home and I couldn’t go down on her with all the lube and mess so we just fucked. She wasn’t in the mood for love making, just fucking. She would cry when she was not preoccupied with sex.
Thursday I was at the gym again. Face fucking was the new menu item that night. She was determined to transform him into the dominate lover she desired. I must admit that I always loved to see the matted hair and cum mix after she received a facial. And he put a fresh load in her just before I arrived home so that was a treat. More crying.
Friday I went out with co-workers for drinks and the slut fest (her words) continued at home. And all the while they were still going on morning runs, with sex included. Getting bred and inseminated, sucking cock, swallowing and wearing cum seemed to be her coping mechanism that week. More crying. I was getting concerned.
Saturday morning I was being lazy and lying in bed while they went on their run. She returned and jumped on the bed, stripped her running shorts off and straddled my face. “Eat it” was all she said. It was a strange command. She said it in a way like I was being punished. When I completed my job she laid on the bed, on her stomach, and simply said “Fuck me”. Again the tone was like I was being punished for something. Not to complain as this position is very good for both her and I. I don’t last long in this position so my load of sperm was in her quickly.
She rolled over and said again “Eat it”. I never had eaten my own and I never went down on her after I nutted. The desire simply disappears for me. She was adamant though and respecting her emotional state I complied. It wasn’t that bad to be honest and she had an incredible orgasm. And in a flash she fell asleep. No crying.
I guess one way to deaden the pain is sex. Tory was the only non Miles (me) source for stress relief. Her runs with him resumed on Monday and at their regular rendezvous location she told him that he had free use or access to her whenever he wanted. She said that they could meet at our house more often if necessary and that I would step out to give them privacy. She did not mention this to me until after the fact. She tested this model Tuesday after work and I went to the gym while Tory gave her a workout at home.
I had to wait three hours. When I was given permission to come home she was ready for more and I got to go down on her “freely used” pussy. She just needed sex and I was willing to make any accommodations to make her happy during this depressing time for her.
Wednesday I was asked again to give them some time so I went to the gym to bide my time. The enema kit got used again because she basically told him that whatever he wanted to do he could. He was young and had the energy and the imagination so he progressed quickly. I got home and I couldn’t go down on her with all the lube and mess so we just fucked. She wasn’t in the mood for love making, just fucking. She would cry when she was not preoccupied with sex.
Thursday I was at the gym again. Face fucking was the new menu item that night. She was determined to transform him into the dominate lover she desired. I must admit that I always loved to see the matted hair and cum mix after she received a facial. And he put a fresh load in her just before I arrived home so that was a treat. More crying.
Friday I went out with co-workers for drinks and the slut fest (her words) continued at home. And all the while they were still going on morning runs, with sex included. Getting bred and inseminated, sucking cock, swallowing and wearing cum seemed to be her coping mechanism that week. More crying. I was getting concerned.
Saturday morning I was being lazy and lying in bed while they went on their run. She returned and jumped on the bed, stripped her running shorts off and straddled my face. “Eat it” was all she said. It was a strange command. She said it in a way like I was being punished. When I completed my job she laid on the bed, on her stomach, and simply said “Fuck me”. Again the tone was like I was being punished for something. Not to complain as this position is very good for both her and I. I don’t last long in this position so my load of sperm was in her quickly.
She rolled over and said again “Eat it”. I never had eaten my own and I never went down on her after I nutted. The desire simply disappears for me. She was adamant though and respecting her emotional state I complied. It wasn’t that bad to be honest and she had an incredible orgasm. And in a flash she fell asleep. No crying.
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Definitely fascinating!
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Poor Jen and poor you! I hope her heartbreak didn't last too long.
Now that Brett has gone, his objection to Jen's wish for more college boys gangbangs is gone too.
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Now that Brett has gone, his objection to Jen's wish for more college boys gangbangs is gone too.
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She’s really got the hunger bad!
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Independence…
Sunday Morning she slept in. Tory was going to a Forth of July function with his family so it was just Jen and I for the day. Late morning we loaded up our kayaks and headed to the river for a float. We brought two cars so we could leave one at the destination point and drive back to the launch point.
It was a glorious day. Lots of sunshine and there were a lot of people on the river. June was unseasonably dry and the river was a little low. As we drifted down river we found we had to portage in a few locations that normally had sufficient depth.
Jen was wearing one of her revealing bikini tops and short shorts. As she was walking her kayak through a low water area I was ogling my own wife’s sexy body. She was in the best shape of her life. Perfect ass peaking out from under her shorts. The sun was shining on her body and her nipples poking through the fabric of her top. I wanted her right there. My suggestions of a riverbank romp were rejected however. Very rare that she would not want to have a go.
There were a lot of young guys and girls on the river in both kayaks and tubes. Jen was getting the looks as usual. I never tired of watching the oglers. It turned me on knowing all the likely thoughts going through the guys minds. She got hypothetically laid so many times that day. Normally she was flirty in these situations but that day she seemed disinterested.
We got home and unloaded the kayaks and then went for food and beers. On our way to the bar she started to cry again. We talked about Brett. She said the pain of it was severe. She really had connected with him and thought that maybe we all could have kept going. She also was having some guilty feelings regarding the gang bang and that maybe it was that event that killed his desire to continue. She recognized that the previous week she spent trying to recapture or validate the “arrangement” by performing marathon sex with Tory. Now it all seemed questionable to her. Did she want to continue this and risk more heartache in the future. I told her we could stop at any time, that was the original agreement.
She was also reflecting on her own evolution. She had discovered a side of her that she never contemplated could have existed. She told me that she loved me more than ever and she was not ignoring the fact that I had been unbelievably supportive of her promiscuity. I pointed out to her that if anyone was a deviant in our journey it was me. I enjoyed it just as much as her and I pushed her into it, admittedly for some of my own satisfaction.
In a month and a half Tory would be leaving and we would be back to the two of us. We reflected on how risky we had been and one STI incident could have changed everything. She had developed and addiction to cum and condoms were not welcome in the bedroom. While we did insist on some testing we also relied on a degree of honesty from her lovers as well. She wouldn’t have changed anything. Taking a man’s cum was a total turn on for her. From a selfish perspective, I wanted her to go bare as well.
Sunday Morning she slept in. Tory was going to a Forth of July function with his family so it was just Jen and I for the day. Late morning we loaded up our kayaks and headed to the river for a float. We brought two cars so we could leave one at the destination point and drive back to the launch point.
It was a glorious day. Lots of sunshine and there were a lot of people on the river. June was unseasonably dry and the river was a little low. As we drifted down river we found we had to portage in a few locations that normally had sufficient depth.
Jen was wearing one of her revealing bikini tops and short shorts. As she was walking her kayak through a low water area I was ogling my own wife’s sexy body. She was in the best shape of her life. Perfect ass peaking out from under her shorts. The sun was shining on her body and her nipples poking through the fabric of her top. I wanted her right there. My suggestions of a riverbank romp were rejected however. Very rare that she would not want to have a go.
There were a lot of young guys and girls on the river in both kayaks and tubes. Jen was getting the looks as usual. I never tired of watching the oglers. It turned me on knowing all the likely thoughts going through the guys minds. She got hypothetically laid so many times that day. Normally she was flirty in these situations but that day she seemed disinterested.
We got home and unloaded the kayaks and then went for food and beers. On our way to the bar she started to cry again. We talked about Brett. She said the pain of it was severe. She really had connected with him and thought that maybe we all could have kept going. She also was having some guilty feelings regarding the gang bang and that maybe it was that event that killed his desire to continue. She recognized that the previous week she spent trying to recapture or validate the “arrangement” by performing marathon sex with Tory. Now it all seemed questionable to her. Did she want to continue this and risk more heartache in the future. I told her we could stop at any time, that was the original agreement.
She was also reflecting on her own evolution. She had discovered a side of her that she never contemplated could have existed. She told me that she loved me more than ever and she was not ignoring the fact that I had been unbelievably supportive of her promiscuity. I pointed out to her that if anyone was a deviant in our journey it was me. I enjoyed it just as much as her and I pushed her into it, admittedly for some of my own satisfaction.
In a month and a half Tory would be leaving and we would be back to the two of us. We reflected on how risky we had been and one STI incident could have changed everything. She had developed and addiction to cum and condoms were not welcome in the bedroom. While we did insist on some testing we also relied on a degree of honesty from her lovers as well. She wouldn’t have changed anything. Taking a man’s cum was a total turn on for her. From a selfish perspective, I wanted her to go bare as well.
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July 4th…
Tory was done with family obligations mid day on Monday, the 4th. He was eager to hook up with Jen. Nothing was open and we were just hanging out at the house getting ready to cook some BBQ and have a couple of fruity drinks. She played on his desperations and convinced him to join us. The only interaction I had had with him was at the gas station so this was a big milestone for him to come and hang out with the both of us. His arousal trumped his unease at being around me.
He arrived visibly uncomfortable. Jen made him a drink and we sat on the back deck. We made small talk with him and one drink down, quickly I might add, Jen had another in his hand and he started to relax. The sexual tension was thick and obvious. Adding to it was the fact that Jen was in similar attire to that she was wearing on the river the day before. Tory was constantly looking at her body. I finally could not bear to see him suffer any longer and without warning I suggested to him that he take Jen to our spare room and fuck her.
Jen looked at me with a sly grin and raised eyebrows at my bold suggestion. Tory was in shock. Paralyzed really. He did not know what to say or do. Jen took the initiative, took off her top and dropped it on the deck floor. Topless she reached for his hand and led him off to the house. They were gone for an hour and a half. I ate by myself and waited for them.
When they returned from the house they had showered, hair still wet. I made them both drinks and they ate. Tory was still a little nervous but was coming around. A few drinks in and he was comfortable. Jen had put on another revealing top, a tank top that was loose fitting. Her nipples hard from play and on display. He had on shorts and a t-shirt. As afternoon turned to early evening we all were very relaxed from drinks.
It was at this point Jen sat on his lap in the chair he was sitting in. She had a boob pressed to the side of his face. He was smiling and comfortable. I made the comment that she was an insatiable women and very much a tease. She took that as a challenge and lifted her top exposing her boobs. She took one in hand and put her nipple to his lips and said “suck it”. He looked at me nervously and I said “I wouldn’t suffer the wrath of denying her”. He did as he was instructed. She was hot for it and I wanted to watch them so bad. She held her own boob while he nursed her nipple with enthusiasm.
They made out, he felt her up, put his hand in her shorts and fingered her. At this point he seemed oblivious to my presence. I had a raging hard on and would have to suffer for some time before I would get mine, but that was the best thrill for me. She eventually wanted more and she slid off his lap and started tugging at his shorts. His awareness of me returned and he seemed uncomfortable again. That is until she took him into her mouth.
I watched Jen give him a slow sensuous blow job. It was part for his pleasure and part for mine. While she said he was smaller than the rest of us it wasn’t by much. And they were close enough to me that I got to witness the vein of his cock pumping when he came in her mouth. His eyes were closed and he no longer was even aware of my presence.
Tory was done with family obligations mid day on Monday, the 4th. He was eager to hook up with Jen. Nothing was open and we were just hanging out at the house getting ready to cook some BBQ and have a couple of fruity drinks. She played on his desperations and convinced him to join us. The only interaction I had had with him was at the gas station so this was a big milestone for him to come and hang out with the both of us. His arousal trumped his unease at being around me.
He arrived visibly uncomfortable. Jen made him a drink and we sat on the back deck. We made small talk with him and one drink down, quickly I might add, Jen had another in his hand and he started to relax. The sexual tension was thick and obvious. Adding to it was the fact that Jen was in similar attire to that she was wearing on the river the day before. Tory was constantly looking at her body. I finally could not bear to see him suffer any longer and without warning I suggested to him that he take Jen to our spare room and fuck her.
Jen looked at me with a sly grin and raised eyebrows at my bold suggestion. Tory was in shock. Paralyzed really. He did not know what to say or do. Jen took the initiative, took off her top and dropped it on the deck floor. Topless she reached for his hand and led him off to the house. They were gone for an hour and a half. I ate by myself and waited for them.
When they returned from the house they had showered, hair still wet. I made them both drinks and they ate. Tory was still a little nervous but was coming around. A few drinks in and he was comfortable. Jen had put on another revealing top, a tank top that was loose fitting. Her nipples hard from play and on display. He had on shorts and a t-shirt. As afternoon turned to early evening we all were very relaxed from drinks.
It was at this point Jen sat on his lap in the chair he was sitting in. She had a boob pressed to the side of his face. He was smiling and comfortable. I made the comment that she was an insatiable women and very much a tease. She took that as a challenge and lifted her top exposing her boobs. She took one in hand and put her nipple to his lips and said “suck it”. He looked at me nervously and I said “I wouldn’t suffer the wrath of denying her”. He did as he was instructed. She was hot for it and I wanted to watch them so bad. She held her own boob while he nursed her nipple with enthusiasm.
They made out, he felt her up, put his hand in her shorts and fingered her. At this point he seemed oblivious to my presence. I had a raging hard on and would have to suffer for some time before I would get mine, but that was the best thrill for me. She eventually wanted more and she slid off his lap and started tugging at his shorts. His awareness of me returned and he seemed uncomfortable again. That is until she took him into her mouth.
I watched Jen give him a slow sensuous blow job. It was part for his pleasure and part for mine. While she said he was smaller than the rest of us it wasn’t by much. And they were close enough to me that I got to witness the vein of his cock pumping when he came in her mouth. His eyes were closed and he no longer was even aware of my presence.
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i'm glad he is starting to relax.
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Thank you for another stunning update.
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Fireworks…
She was sitting at his feet with her shirt still partially up with her naked boobs keeping it from falling back into place. She still had his softening cock in her hand but he soon became uncomfortable being exposed and lifted his shorts back up concealing himself. Fireworks started going off in the distance and the sun was setting fast. We had another mixed drink and then drifted inside as the mosquitoes emerged with the fading light. Inside Jen gave me a deep tongue kiss, I guess to show off my relaxed attitude towards their previous sexual play.
Tory had enough to drink that his inhibitions had markedly diminished. She had told him about Jon and Brett so he had an idea of what our adventures entailed. He decided that it was time for him to go home and he had walked to our place so no driving was necessary. As he tried to depart Jen gave him a kiss but held him close and started to rub his cock through his shorts. It was hopeless for him at his age to not get hard. She convinced him to take her to the spare bedroom one more time and they disappeared for an hour. It was nice for me to hear the sounds from that room again.
When he did depart I ate Jen’s new cream pie at the kitchen table. It was a good day for her. She was very satisfied and she still had to accommodate me.
They met for a run the next morning and continued their routine before work.
Brittany and her had become confidants and I did not realize that Jen had given her more in depth details of our uncommon affairs. This fueled conversations at work and had encouraged Brittany to push her husband for more than just occasional threesomes. Evidently it was causing some friction with her husband and frustration for her as she imagined all the sexual fun that Jen was having. She had proposed a swap with her husband, he with Jen and I with Brittany and I surmise that this was not received well. She never asked Jen either.
And I certainly wasn’t interested.
Aside from those discussions life at work was very mundane.
Tory had to go to an orientation at his college the end of the week so he was intent on filling Jen with as much cum as he could before he left. She was very happy to receive said cum and I of course had to deal with the aftermath. He left on Thursday evening. He would stay the weekend in his new dorm room and return Sunday night.
Brett texted her on Thursday night to check in on her. He ended up calling her and they talked for two hours. She was balling at the conclusion of the call.
She was sitting at his feet with her shirt still partially up with her naked boobs keeping it from falling back into place. She still had his softening cock in her hand but he soon became uncomfortable being exposed and lifted his shorts back up concealing himself. Fireworks started going off in the distance and the sun was setting fast. We had another mixed drink and then drifted inside as the mosquitoes emerged with the fading light. Inside Jen gave me a deep tongue kiss, I guess to show off my relaxed attitude towards their previous sexual play.
Tory had enough to drink that his inhibitions had markedly diminished. She had told him about Jon and Brett so he had an idea of what our adventures entailed. He decided that it was time for him to go home and he had walked to our place so no driving was necessary. As he tried to depart Jen gave him a kiss but held him close and started to rub his cock through his shorts. It was hopeless for him at his age to not get hard. She convinced him to take her to the spare bedroom one more time and they disappeared for an hour. It was nice for me to hear the sounds from that room again.
When he did depart I ate Jen’s new cream pie at the kitchen table. It was a good day for her. She was very satisfied and she still had to accommodate me.
They met for a run the next morning and continued their routine before work.
Brittany and her had become confidants and I did not realize that Jen had given her more in depth details of our uncommon affairs. This fueled conversations at work and had encouraged Brittany to push her husband for more than just occasional threesomes. Evidently it was causing some friction with her husband and frustration for her as she imagined all the sexual fun that Jen was having. She had proposed a swap with her husband, he with Jen and I with Brittany and I surmise that this was not received well. She never asked Jen either.
And I certainly wasn’t interested.
Aside from those discussions life at work was very mundane.
Tory had to go to an orientation at his college the end of the week so he was intent on filling Jen with as much cum as he could before he left. She was very happy to receive said cum and I of course had to deal with the aftermath. He left on Thursday evening. He would stay the weekend in his new dorm room and return Sunday night.
Brett texted her on Thursday night to check in on her. He ended up calling her and they talked for two hours. She was balling at the conclusion of the call.
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Back to Maine…
She needed a change of scenery so we took Friday off from work, pack our camping gear and headed to Maine for the weekend. We got a campground tent site in Wells, Maine, the opposite side of Route 95 from the ocean. We had a camp site at the end of a dirt path with one other site next us. It was a clean place and had clean bathrooms, a pool and a small camp store. We set up our tent and camp gear around 10:00 am and then headed down to Ogunquit to our favorite beach, the one where we bought her green bikini the previous year. It was crowded being the holiday week.
It was too crowded near the parking area and the small shops so we had to travel up the beach to get to an open space. She did not have on her bikini that I liked, the green one, but a pink one that was nearly as revealing. Nipples on display again. We laid in the sun till 1:00 then walked to the shops for lunch and her favorite ice cream. She was so hot, I never tired of admiring her body and neither did anyone else. I loved every sexy minute of it.
She loved it too. Hot guys were checking her out at every moment and it did wonders for her ego and soothing her pain of loosing Brett.
Around 4:30 we decided to go to a seafood restaurant for an early dinner. It was one of those that was more like an open pavilion than an enclosed building. There were lots of people there and we had to wait for a spot to be served. She had put shorts on but not a top so her boobs were on display, on purpose. When we finally were seated there was a young family next to us and the husband got caught looking at Jen. The wife took it out on her, chastising her for her skimpy attire. It became a scene as Jen did not respond and I asked the women to please mind her own business. The husband became upset with the wife for making a scene and the little kids became upset.
We offered to the waitress to move in order to alleviate the situation but there were no vacant tables. At this point Jen got frustrated and out of character engaged the women in a back and forth to the point in which the women gathered up the family and left, meals still on the table. I caught the husband grabbing one more glance of Jen before the ydisappeared out the front entrance. Jen seemed satisfied that she got the final victory, however we were the subject of the remaining patrons curiosity during our dinner.
It was a great seafood meal though.
We went back to the campground and showered. The place was adrift with smoke from campfires and there were a lot of folks down from Quebec staying there. Between the Canadian license plates and the French being spoken we seemed out of place.
She needed a change of scenery so we took Friday off from work, pack our camping gear and headed to Maine for the weekend. We got a campground tent site in Wells, Maine, the opposite side of Route 95 from the ocean. We had a camp site at the end of a dirt path with one other site next us. It was a clean place and had clean bathrooms, a pool and a small camp store. We set up our tent and camp gear around 10:00 am and then headed down to Ogunquit to our favorite beach, the one where we bought her green bikini the previous year. It was crowded being the holiday week.
It was too crowded near the parking area and the small shops so we had to travel up the beach to get to an open space. She did not have on her bikini that I liked, the green one, but a pink one that was nearly as revealing. Nipples on display again. We laid in the sun till 1:00 then walked to the shops for lunch and her favorite ice cream. She was so hot, I never tired of admiring her body and neither did anyone else. I loved every sexy minute of it.
She loved it too. Hot guys were checking her out at every moment and it did wonders for her ego and soothing her pain of loosing Brett.
Around 4:30 we decided to go to a seafood restaurant for an early dinner. It was one of those that was more like an open pavilion than an enclosed building. There were lots of people there and we had to wait for a spot to be served. She had put shorts on but not a top so her boobs were on display, on purpose. When we finally were seated there was a young family next to us and the husband got caught looking at Jen. The wife took it out on her, chastising her for her skimpy attire. It became a scene as Jen did not respond and I asked the women to please mind her own business. The husband became upset with the wife for making a scene and the little kids became upset.
We offered to the waitress to move in order to alleviate the situation but there were no vacant tables. At this point Jen got frustrated and out of character engaged the women in a back and forth to the point in which the women gathered up the family and left, meals still on the table. I caught the husband grabbing one more glance of Jen before the ydisappeared out the front entrance. Jen seemed satisfied that she got the final victory, however we were the subject of the remaining patrons curiosity during our dinner.
It was a great seafood meal though.
We went back to the campground and showered. The place was adrift with smoke from campfires and there were a lot of folks down from Quebec staying there. Between the Canadian license plates and the French being spoken we seemed out of place.
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This is really riveting account. Thank you so much Ray Man.
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Good to hear.She loved it too. Hot guys were checking her out at every moment and it did wonders for her ego and soothing her pain of loosing Brett
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Pub crawl…
We decided to go back to town and hit a few bars to finish off our evening. Jen of course wore a summer dress, no bra, no panties. The bottom of her dress ending just above her knees. We stopped at the Piano Bar for a couple drinks and people watched for a time. We then headed down the street towards Perkins Cove and stopped in a small tavern and sat at the bar on stools. There was a young stud bartending and Jen immediately started to flirt with him. I listened in on their conversations when he was not tending other customers. In the corner there were four guys, presumably college aged, having dinner and drinks.
They were off to my right, somewhat over my shoulder so I could see them out of the corner of my eye but I would have to turn my head to look. Jen was facing me and subsequently facing them. She kept glancing that way and I got the sense that there was some sort of eye contact game being played. Her nipples had gotten hard so I knew she was aroused. The bartender kept returning to continue his flirtatious conversations with Jen but she kept glancing towards the table of four. I caught her smiling at them. I thought that it was good for her, she needed the attention and distraction.
We did not want to get too tipsy as we needed to drive back to the campground so I suggested we leave and head back. I needed to relieve myself first so I went to the mens room which took me by the table of four. As I passed they all said hello to me as if we were aquatinted. When I returned one of them was at my stool speaking with Jen. When I arrived back at her side he said to her “nice to meet you” and then reached out to shake my hand. He introduced himself and then returned to his table.
We left and as we were walking up the street I commented that it did not take long for one of them to approach her. She laughed and said there was a reason for it. I took the bait and asked her if she knew them. To which she replied no, but they got to know her. She never ceased to amaze me. While we were sitting at the bar she kept parting her legs and with the short dress she was giving them a look at her pussy. One guy noticed first and then they all were in on it. She kept making eye contact and periodically parting her legs. I had a painful erection pressing on my shorts while she divulged this information.
The thought of her flashing herself to those guys was sending me over the edge. I couldn’t drive fast enough to get back to the campground. When we arrived the other campsite next to us was occupied. Quebec plates. Their tent was set up less than 50’ from ours and there was a campfire going and a couple sitting in chairs next to it. We were far enough away to not exchange words but we waved as we headed for our tent. It was around 10:00 pm. We ripped each others clothes off and went to it. Jen became loud. Louder than normal. I think she was deliberately putting on a show for our Canadian neighbors.
When I entered her she wailed out dramatically. I asked her to be quiet but that seemed to fuel her antics. The whole evening had me aroused so I did not last long. In the after glow laying next to her she was giggling and amused with herself for giving our neighbors a sound show. Within a half hour we were back at it and again, only with more dramatics, she became very vocal as I was doggy fucking her in the tent.
Post orgasmic bliss, we laid in each others arms. Out of the silence we began to hear moans from the adjacent campsite. The wife or girlfriend became louder and seemed to be intent on outperforming Jen with the vocal antics. It was amusing and arousing at the same time. We listened to the commotion from our neighbors and Jen became aroused and ready for another round of sex. A symphony of human mating ensued.
In the morning Jen gathered her travel bag and headed to the camp showers. The girl from the adjacent camp site was also headed that way, just a 100 feet or so ahead of Jen. They met up at the showers and had a humorous girl talk about the previous night. We had spiced up their night with our loud engagement. Spurred them on to a little sexual competition.
I made coffee and bacon and when they returned from the showers the Quebec girl stopped to introduce herself. Both of them were wrapped in a light fabric pull overs, braless. Jen’s nipples were on display as normal but the Quebec girl’s were too. She had much bigger boobs and nipples than Jen and I got caught looking at them. Funny how Jen had issues with me even looking while guys had free use of her body. But I was not complaining.
We decided to go back to town and hit a few bars to finish off our evening. Jen of course wore a summer dress, no bra, no panties. The bottom of her dress ending just above her knees. We stopped at the Piano Bar for a couple drinks and people watched for a time. We then headed down the street towards Perkins Cove and stopped in a small tavern and sat at the bar on stools. There was a young stud bartending and Jen immediately started to flirt with him. I listened in on their conversations when he was not tending other customers. In the corner there were four guys, presumably college aged, having dinner and drinks.
They were off to my right, somewhat over my shoulder so I could see them out of the corner of my eye but I would have to turn my head to look. Jen was facing me and subsequently facing them. She kept glancing that way and I got the sense that there was some sort of eye contact game being played. Her nipples had gotten hard so I knew she was aroused. The bartender kept returning to continue his flirtatious conversations with Jen but she kept glancing towards the table of four. I caught her smiling at them. I thought that it was good for her, she needed the attention and distraction.
We did not want to get too tipsy as we needed to drive back to the campground so I suggested we leave and head back. I needed to relieve myself first so I went to the mens room which took me by the table of four. As I passed they all said hello to me as if we were aquatinted. When I returned one of them was at my stool speaking with Jen. When I arrived back at her side he said to her “nice to meet you” and then reached out to shake my hand. He introduced himself and then returned to his table.
We left and as we were walking up the street I commented that it did not take long for one of them to approach her. She laughed and said there was a reason for it. I took the bait and asked her if she knew them. To which she replied no, but they got to know her. She never ceased to amaze me. While we were sitting at the bar she kept parting her legs and with the short dress she was giving them a look at her pussy. One guy noticed first and then they all were in on it. She kept making eye contact and periodically parting her legs. I had a painful erection pressing on my shorts while she divulged this information.
The thought of her flashing herself to those guys was sending me over the edge. I couldn’t drive fast enough to get back to the campground. When we arrived the other campsite next to us was occupied. Quebec plates. Their tent was set up less than 50’ from ours and there was a campfire going and a couple sitting in chairs next to it. We were far enough away to not exchange words but we waved as we headed for our tent. It was around 10:00 pm. We ripped each others clothes off and went to it. Jen became loud. Louder than normal. I think she was deliberately putting on a show for our Canadian neighbors.
When I entered her she wailed out dramatically. I asked her to be quiet but that seemed to fuel her antics. The whole evening had me aroused so I did not last long. In the after glow laying next to her she was giggling and amused with herself for giving our neighbors a sound show. Within a half hour we were back at it and again, only with more dramatics, she became very vocal as I was doggy fucking her in the tent.
Post orgasmic bliss, we laid in each others arms. Out of the silence we began to hear moans from the adjacent campsite. The wife or girlfriend became louder and seemed to be intent on outperforming Jen with the vocal antics. It was amusing and arousing at the same time. We listened to the commotion from our neighbors and Jen became aroused and ready for another round of sex. A symphony of human mating ensued.
In the morning Jen gathered her travel bag and headed to the camp showers. The girl from the adjacent camp site was also headed that way, just a 100 feet or so ahead of Jen. They met up at the showers and had a humorous girl talk about the previous night. We had spiced up their night with our loud engagement. Spurred them on to a little sexual competition.
I made coffee and bacon and when they returned from the showers the Quebec girl stopped to introduce herself. Both of them were wrapped in a light fabric pull overs, braless. Jen’s nipples were on display as normal but the Quebec girl’s were too. She had much bigger boobs and nipples than Jen and I got caught looking at them. Funny how Jen had issues with me even looking while guys had free use of her body. But I was not complaining.
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She is amazing!
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(Gulp!) What he said!She is amazing!
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Another day at the beach…
We lounged around till 11:00 am and then headed back to the beach at Ogunquit. Being a Saturday the beach was already full again and we had to head to the northern section. We set up on the sand and laid in the sun for a while. Jen wore my favorite green bikini that day so she was extra exposed. Not much point in going into the water that time of year as the Atlantic waters were still bitterly cold.
2:00 we wandered up to the beach shops and got some food and her favorite ice cream. She was constantly being eyed by the guys. The green bikini was barley any cover at all. A year and a half ago she would have been self conscious wearing it but now she was very comfortable with her exposure. Boldly so.
We went back to our gear on the beach and hung out until 4:00. We then took a walk up in the center of town so she could look around in the shops. She put on a skimpy pair of shorts so most of her body was still on display. The more guys looked at her, blatantly, the harder her nipples got. She was enjoying the attention.
We slipped back into the same bar that she exposed herself in the night before and her new bartender admirer was working again. Only this time he got a much better look than the previous night. There was a moderate sized crowd so he had more time to flirt. I am not sure if he thought that I was just a friend because he was bold. But Jen was too so maybe he just got the impression by her behavior that we were not an item. The more they engaged one another the more I became invisible to them. We had a few drinks and appetizers. We decided it was time to go and she paid the bill. When he gave her the receipt he also slipped her a piece of paper with his number on it.
Jen was smitten about this. He was good looking, mid twenties ish, in shape and had the engaging personality for bartending. I asked her what she was going to do with the number as we were walking down the street. She said nothing, it was fun but not realistic to pursue anything. She said it was like getting a trophy. I had thoughts about what had happened last year.
Her exposure, the ogling, the bartenders attention all got her aroused and we headed back to the campground to have sex and shower. Our neighbors were absent from their campsite so we had some privacy. After I filled her pussy with cum she headed off to the camp showers to clean up. I followed shortly after her.
We lounged around till 11:00 am and then headed back to the beach at Ogunquit. Being a Saturday the beach was already full again and we had to head to the northern section. We set up on the sand and laid in the sun for a while. Jen wore my favorite green bikini that day so she was extra exposed. Not much point in going into the water that time of year as the Atlantic waters were still bitterly cold.
2:00 we wandered up to the beach shops and got some food and her favorite ice cream. She was constantly being eyed by the guys. The green bikini was barley any cover at all. A year and a half ago she would have been self conscious wearing it but now she was very comfortable with her exposure. Boldly so.
We went back to our gear on the beach and hung out until 4:00. We then took a walk up in the center of town so she could look around in the shops. She put on a skimpy pair of shorts so most of her body was still on display. The more guys looked at her, blatantly, the harder her nipples got. She was enjoying the attention.
We slipped back into the same bar that she exposed herself in the night before and her new bartender admirer was working again. Only this time he got a much better look than the previous night. There was a moderate sized crowd so he had more time to flirt. I am not sure if he thought that I was just a friend because he was bold. But Jen was too so maybe he just got the impression by her behavior that we were not an item. The more they engaged one another the more I became invisible to them. We had a few drinks and appetizers. We decided it was time to go and she paid the bill. When he gave her the receipt he also slipped her a piece of paper with his number on it.
Jen was smitten about this. He was good looking, mid twenties ish, in shape and had the engaging personality for bartending. I asked her what she was going to do with the number as we were walking down the street. She said nothing, it was fun but not realistic to pursue anything. She said it was like getting a trophy. I had thoughts about what had happened last year.
Her exposure, the ogling, the bartenders attention all got her aroused and we headed back to the campground to have sex and shower. Our neighbors were absent from their campsite so we had some privacy. After I filled her pussy with cum she headed off to the camp showers to clean up. I followed shortly after her.
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I'm sure you were constantly hard!She was constantly being eyed by the guys. The green bikini was barley any cover at all. A year and a half ago she would have been self conscious wearing it but now she was very comfortable with her exposure. Boldly so.
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More fun and games…
All fresh and clean we headed back to town for dinner. She again wore a summer dress with zero under garments on. High cut just above the knees. We went to an Italian Restaurant and were seated in a corner. She sat in the far chair against the wall and I opposite facing her. She knows I hate having my back to the crowd so she deliberately took that seat to deny me. A young couple came in after us and were seated diagonally and one row down from us. The guy was going to take the seat facing the crowd (which I would have done) but at the last minute guided his girl to the other seat. He was now facing Jen. Calculated? Maybe.
I noticed Jen’s nipples going high beam so I figured something was up behind me. She had become so deviant. She immediately started to shift in her chair and part her legs. She was intent on showing off again that night. I could see it unfolding in front of me and I told her she was such a tease. She laughed and told me that I loved every minute of it and to stop complaining. Not much to argue with there.
So when only he could see, she parted her legs and exposed herself. He was having trouble holding his attention on his girl and the game began. Maybe to put maximum pressure on him she would make eye contact briefly and smile. Both tables got meals and during our respective dinners she kept up the exposing game with him. At one point his girl got up to go to the restroom and she took the opportunity to make prolonged eye contact and show off her pussy. He was smiling now with the absence of his date. He took his napkin and patted it on his forehead as a dramatic gesture of heated arousal. She almost got caught when his girl rounded the corner from the restrooms.
He then got up to go to the restrooms himself and 30 seconds later Jen decided she needed to go as well. She timed it well and he and Jen met in the narrow hallway that led to the bathrooms. He immediately told her how hot she was and that this was the best dinner date he had ever been on. She told him she was glad she could make it special for him. She leaned in and gave him a kiss on the cheek then proceeded to the restroom. That was the end of it. We paid our bill and left, a couple of quick glances between he and her on the way out.
She was horned up at that point. We were not ready to go back to the campground so we took a walk on the Marginal Way path and slipped down to the rocky beach. She wanted head so she sat on a boulder and I kneeled down putting my head under her dress and licked her to orgasm. She was soaking wet. I assumed I would get the same treatment but she declined. I was being denied! It was tough. I had a raging hard on from all the antics and eating her out. She then told me that this was the same boulder she gave head at last year and it would not be right to tarnish the sacred spot. Damn, so brutal she was to me. Now my erection had no hope of subsiding with that tidbit of information.
We went back to the original bar so she could flirt with her bartender friend a bit and she could watch me squirm in public trying to hide my wood from view. He of course asked her if she got his note. She confirmed but did not elaborate, just smiled. She was teasing everyone that night.
All fresh and clean we headed back to town for dinner. She again wore a summer dress with zero under garments on. High cut just above the knees. We went to an Italian Restaurant and were seated in a corner. She sat in the far chair against the wall and I opposite facing her. She knows I hate having my back to the crowd so she deliberately took that seat to deny me. A young couple came in after us and were seated diagonally and one row down from us. The guy was going to take the seat facing the crowd (which I would have done) but at the last minute guided his girl to the other seat. He was now facing Jen. Calculated? Maybe.
I noticed Jen’s nipples going high beam so I figured something was up behind me. She had become so deviant. She immediately started to shift in her chair and part her legs. She was intent on showing off again that night. I could see it unfolding in front of me and I told her she was such a tease. She laughed and told me that I loved every minute of it and to stop complaining. Not much to argue with there.
So when only he could see, she parted her legs and exposed herself. He was having trouble holding his attention on his girl and the game began. Maybe to put maximum pressure on him she would make eye contact briefly and smile. Both tables got meals and during our respective dinners she kept up the exposing game with him. At one point his girl got up to go to the restroom and she took the opportunity to make prolonged eye contact and show off her pussy. He was smiling now with the absence of his date. He took his napkin and patted it on his forehead as a dramatic gesture of heated arousal. She almost got caught when his girl rounded the corner from the restrooms.
He then got up to go to the restrooms himself and 30 seconds later Jen decided she needed to go as well. She timed it well and he and Jen met in the narrow hallway that led to the bathrooms. He immediately told her how hot she was and that this was the best dinner date he had ever been on. She told him she was glad she could make it special for him. She leaned in and gave him a kiss on the cheek then proceeded to the restroom. That was the end of it. We paid our bill and left, a couple of quick glances between he and her on the way out.
She was horned up at that point. We were not ready to go back to the campground so we took a walk on the Marginal Way path and slipped down to the rocky beach. She wanted head so she sat on a boulder and I kneeled down putting my head under her dress and licked her to orgasm. She was soaking wet. I assumed I would get the same treatment but she declined. I was being denied! It was tough. I had a raging hard on from all the antics and eating her out. She then told me that this was the same boulder she gave head at last year and it would not be right to tarnish the sacred spot. Damn, so brutal she was to me. Now my erection had no hope of subsiding with that tidbit of information.
We went back to the original bar so she could flirt with her bartender friend a bit and she could watch me squirm in public trying to hide my wood from view. He of course asked her if she got his note. She confirmed but did not elaborate, just smiled. She was teasing everyone that night.