Afternoon Delight

Still dripping wet from the pool, I stepped into the backyard with a drink in each hand. The towel was tight around my waist as I felt the sun overhead, its light hot and bright. As I felt it blaze, the water that still clung to my shoulders and my arms quickly evaporated.

Jill lay on a soft green chaise lounge, one of two set up on the concrete by the pool. She had a large beach towel underneath her, and a smaller bath towel draped across her body, hiding most of herself from view. I set her drink down on a small wrought-iron table that held a paperback book and a bottle of sunscreen. Jill didn't acknowledge me, or even move. Her eyes were hidden behind a pair of expensive sunglasses, and for all I knew she was asleep. In this heat, it wouldn't have surprised me. I drank from my own glass, then set it down on the table beside hers.

"Thank you, honey," she said, finally reaching out for the glass. I sat down on the vacant lounge chair and luxuriated in the sunshine for a few moments before the sight of my wife, naked beneath her towel, caused some intimate stirrage. I watched her take a sip of her drink and replace it on the table. My eyes traced her curves from one end of her body to the other. She stretched, reaching her arms high above her head, and then picked up her book from the table. She reclined in her lounge chair and started to read. Her legs were positioned tidily, ladylike, her knees bent and her toes arranged before her like a bouquet of red roses.

Unable to resist this display of coy sexuality, I got up and ventured close to where Jill set, gazing at her nudity with equal parts admiration and lust. Kneeling beside her chair, I placed a kiss on her foot, then made my way up her still-damp leg before retreating back to her foot. When I reached it, I stopped. Jill put the book down.

"That feels good," she said. "Do it again."

I peeked under her towel. "You know, I can see your pussy."

She pulled the towel up and playfully spread her legs before covering herself once again. Jill can be the biggest tease, but I wasn't expecting that; certainly not under the open sky, in full view of anyone tall enough to see over an adjoining fence. She picked up her book and continued reading as I resumed kissing my way up and down her legs as I had done before. Soon I found myself nestled between her legs, lapping furiously, and an instant later her book lay discarded on the concrete, soon joined by her towel. As I enjoyed the exciting scent and delicious taste of my wife, I grew erect with my desire for her. Her hungry moans, though faint, fueled this desire.

As I devoured her, my fingers found their way inside as well, following every lick with deft strokes that sent Jill on a path toward an eruptive climax. The fear that she might feel inhibited by the fact that we were exposed to potential spectators disappeared from my mind as she gripped my head and pulled me into her, melding my lips to her own. As my tongue darted in and out of her, Jill's moans reached their culmination, and as she came her bucking hips threatened to throw me to the ground.

When she had been sated, Jill pulled me up and onto her, her hands caressing me briefly before I slipped inside. I felt her legs lock around me, her hands reaching back to tear the towel from around my waist. It landed in a heap on the floor and I began to thrust, my hardness swelling inside of her. Her rhythmic movements goaded me ever closer to my own climax, as did the possible - though unlikely - threat of discovery.

I leaned in close and kissed her, the taste of her tongue familiar but very arousing. As she probed within my mouth I thrust deeper, feeling her throb around me. As desperately in need of release as I was, this sensation was going to push me over the edge. Soon I felt another familiar - and very welcome - sensation: That of my imminent orgasm. I pulled out, finding my way into Jill's firm grasp. She stroked me until I was spent, her stomach and breasts glistening with my seed.

In the afterglow, we made no attempt to cover ourselves up. We simply lay beside each other, crammed into a chaise lounge that was definitely not designed for two people. We slowly caught our breath, the rays of the sun threatening to bake us. Jill finallybroke the silence.

"Shall we take a shower?" Always a good idea.

Five Things That Turned ME On This Week

Jill did it, so why can't I?

1. Visiting with friends this weekend, I was surprised - pleasantly, but surprised nonetheless - to receive a kiss on the lips from a female friend who usually kisses me on the cheek.

2. I came home one day to find Jill in the bathtub. She was submerged up to her breasts, her relaxed nipples barely breaking the surface of the water. Her feet were up on the edge of the tub, and she was reading an erotic short story collection. Though I was tempted to join her, I waited patiently for her to finish her bath before taking her to bed.

3. I heard Luscious Jackson's 1996 single "Naked Eye" on the radio for the first time in several years. This song has always reminded me of sex, although in spite of the title there is nothing overtly sexual about it. I'm guessing it's because, when the song was new, I had sex with it playing in the background, and the association stuck.

4. On Friday night, we went to a bar and had drinks with a male friend of ours. Afterwards, Jill told me that she felt him touching her leg with his foot a few times. It was probably accidental, but their contact was prolonged enough for Jill to notice.

5. I found - but unfortunately accidentally deleted - a voicemail Jill left me. Unable to accurately transcribe it, I'll simply say that it was a detailed plan of what Jill wanted me to do to her when I got home from work that day. And yes, I complied.

-Jack

A Sexy Trio

This story is based on a fantasy we were recently informed about by our friend and frequent commenter Mia Wallace. I have found myself thinking about it quite a bit, and when you read it I think you'll understand why!

The lights are low as I step into the bedroom, but not so low that I can't see the erotic display in front of me. You are naked, lying on your back with your legs invitingly open. Your hands caress your legs, gently rubbing them as though afraid to get too close to that most magical of spots.

Vincent is kneeling close to your head. He is also naked, his beautiful cock hanging above your head. You want it, that much is very clear. You lick your parched lips, your tongue moistening your mouth in anticipation of receiving him, but he is just out of reach. Glancing down at your body, he strokes himself intently, his hand softly brushing your face as he does.

Even in the dim light I am spellbound by what I have walked into. I stand in the doorway, not wanting to make a sound as I watch. Your fingers finally come to rest between your thighs and you touch yourself, each motion exactly as you like it. Vincent continues to play as well, his hands moving quickly as he pleasures himself. As his movements grow more rapid, so do yours. You want his taste, the feel of him between your lips. You try to touch him with your tongue, but all you can reach are his knuckles as he continues to stroke.

Almost as much as the sight, the sounds of your play turn me on greatly: Your impassioned moans, the sounds of your fingers dancing across your wetness, even the quiet squeak of the mattress. It is then that I realize that I haven't taken a breath since I discovered the two of you like this. I inhale quietly, so afraid that my intrusion will be noticed, that you will lose your rhythm or, even worse, that I will be asked to leave.

Anticipating your climaxes, I feel myself growing very wet. I slip one hand inside my pajama pants, all too aware of the sound of my heartbeat, loud in my ears. Silently I pray for it to slow down before one or both of you notice my presence and stop what you are doing. I tend to my arousal, feeling my wetness on my fingertips, and begin to slowly graze my excited clit. As I do, Vincent notices me standing in the doorway. As our eyes meet my heart skips a beat. I'm busted! Still, he doesn't stop what he is doing. When you look up at me, smile sexily, and beckon me to the bed, I know everything is okay. By the time I reach the bed, my pajamas are crumpled on the floor.

I climb up onto the bed and crawl over to you. Our bodies come together, our breasts squashing together like ripe peaches. Our lips meet, and as we share a long-awaited kiss I am aroused not only by the taste of your mouth and the fragrant scent of your skin so close to my nose, but by the realization of a fantasy coming true. As I press my mouth to yours, you push your tongue between my lips. It isn't a sweet, ladylike peck. It's a steamy and intense kiss, one that burns with passion.

When we stop kissing, I make my way down your body, just as Vincent gives in and allows you the reward you've been craving. As your lips encircle him, I cup your breasts with both hands and softly undulate my palms over your nipples, then follow it up with my mouth. I feel so naughty! I've never done this before! The excitement sends blood rushing to my own nipples, making them harder than they were before. I look up and watch as you enjoy your feast before diving back down, sucking each nipple into my mouth and tracing a circle around it with my tongue before continuing on my way. I kiss your soft belly, your lovely hips, your smooth thighs and down to your pretty feet before retracing my steps, following the kiss-trail back upward.

You are so turned on that you can hardly stand it, and the fervor with which you suck Vincent's magnificent treat is proof. My cheeks softly caress your inner thighs as I settle into place, the beautiful and delicate flower before me begging for the pleasures of my mouth. This is something else that I've never done before, but I am so ready. Your clit peeks out like the stamen of a daffodil, and as I give it a gentle lick I feel your body shudder. Then I trace a pattern along your juicy lips as though practicing my signature using my tongue.

I re-focus my attention on your clit, sucking it hungrily as though it were a cock. The more I lick, the deeper you take Vincent's cock. The sounds he makes are sexy and they inspire me to take things further, touching you with my fingers as my tongue continues its erotic dance. I close my lips over your clit and gently suck on it. Your body tenses as I devour you, sucking with an intensity I can't control. I feel your thighs pressing against my cheeks and I know that whatever I am doing is working. Vincent's moans signal his orgasm, but I don't have to hear you moan to know that you are close.

Your body spasms as your muscles contract, and when your thighs finally relax, I can tell it's over. You collapse back onto the mattress, satisfied at last. As you catch your breath, I get up from the bed and collect my pajamas before heading to the door.

"Where are you going?" I stop in my tracks as I hear your words. "It's your turn."

-Jill