My wife Prue and me Paul are both in our late thirties, and have been married, both for the second time for two years. Our previous up and down and tumultuous personal life is now partly balanced and counteracted by a new, avid and lustful sex life, which is often very spasmodic due to long and wide separations.
Even before we met we both had a vivid and profound interest in sexual variations. After we have sex we often enjoy discussing ‘what if’, situations, involving a sex with a third person, none of which have ever eventuated.
Prue has a voluptuous size 12-14 body, with long well formed legs, her generous, ham thighs have always been a turn on for me. Her crowning glory for me ever since the very first time Prue showed it to me, is her wonderful forty-three inch hips and ass which I enjoy telling her constantly, “That is magnificent, and the flawless twin orbs of your beautifully proportioned big ass are my ultimate turn on.”
I usually told her this in bed while I was licking and kissing that part of her anatomy, worshiping her ass, licking and kissing it. I do like putting Prue’s hand on my limp cock while she has her back to me, and then as I lick and kiss her ass with my tongue, let her feel just how big my cock can become while kissing and licking her big ass.
Prue does like and enjoy the power her wonderful ass has over me. She also enjoys me fucking her from behind and the noise I made slamming into the twin orbs of her ass as I plunge in and out of her with my erection. Often mid-way while fucking her, I fantasise aloud to her, “Someone should be watching us fucking. Would you like a woman or a man to watch us fucking?”
Prue wondered if I really meant it. or was I just fantasising aloud. She told me, she wondered how she would react given the opportunity.
My wife and I were on a short interstate working holiday, sitting forty floors up, in the piano bar of an International hotel, enjoying an after dinner drink.
As I went to the bar to order a second round of drinks, I noticed an obviously uncomfortable woman aged around forty, trying to catch the attention of someone behind the bar to order a drink for herself.
“Do you need some help?,” I smiled.
“Can you order a gin and tonic for me, please?” a plummy, cultured English voice asked.
“I am here by myself for a few days on business and I am fed up with spending every night alone in my room. This is not much better though. I feel strange in a bar by myself.”
“Would you like to join my wife and me at our table?,” I ventured gallantly, at the same time running my practised eye over her. She was a complete contrast to my wife Prue. Fair hair, size ten, and not voluptuous like my wife, though interesting and attractive, and very well dressed, in a dark blue two piece suit with a white silk blouse. The blouse was undone perhaps one button too many, I mused, but the white pearls she wore gave the outfit a touch of class.
“I would love to join you both. My name is Debra,” she told me as we reached the table and introduced Prue and myself.
I watched closely for any reaction from Prue as Debra seated herself opposite Prue with me sitting between the two women. Always a keen student of body language I watched fascinated as Debra sat and crossed her bare legs. Debra’s eyes closely watched for any reaction from Prue at the same time. She picked up Debra’s appreciative gaze on her bare, tanned legs as she settled into the chair.
In no time Debra and Prue were chatting away together as women do, about all manner of things. When I came back with another round of drinks I was bemused to see both women had their legs crossed in exactly the same pose, a mirror reflection of each other. Prue seldom wore stockings, preferring to show her well tanned legs to advantage. That night was no exception, her simple but expensive white satin dress by now well above her knees. For Debra’s benefit, I wondered?
As the conversation progressed Debra told Prue and me, in her very cultured English voice, she had just one night left in this city, before she flew out later the next day.
I was fascinated at what might lie hidden under the veneer of Debra’s English reserve and expensive well fitting clothes, both sexually and in bedroom conversation. Would her genteel veneer disappear if someone had her in bed, I wondered?
As the conversation raced along Debra could not keep her gaze off Prue's tanned and partly exposed bare thighs, asking almost inevitably, I thought, “Prue how do you get such a good tan on your legs?” At the same time I was sure Prue was showing Debra as much of her bare legs as she dared in a public place, just to tease her very obvious interest.
“My European blood I think. Actually I am the same colour all over. I love sun tanning while naked. Paul likes to sit alongside me and talk to me while I tan my naked body. Especially when I am tanning my back. He loves to rub oil all over me and alternate with ice blocks on my nipples.” Prue was watching Debra for her reaction, and wasn’t disappointed when she saw her eyes open wide and gleam with excitement.
Prue kept talking. “Paul is an ass man. He says my big ass is the best he has ever seen. He measured it one day with nothing but oil on it, forty-three inches he told me. He loves rubbing oil into my ass while I sun tan. He gets a real hard on when he kisses my ass. And he says my ass is the best for a few other things, as well.”
I wasn’t sure if the drinks had made Prue so free with her conversation or if she was deliberately baiting Debra, teasing her. Which ever, I was enjoying the sexual innuendo floating about and the rapport between the two women.
By now Debra was obviously rapt in the tone of the conversation. “I’m not sure if Prue said turn on, or hard on? Hard on sounded far more interesting than turn on, I thought,” Debra asked while smiling at us.
“Your sun tanning sounds terrific. I wish I could do those sorts of things back home in London. Too cold most of the time though, and no husband or steady man in my life to do it with any how.”
By now a definite frisson had developed between the three of us, even though I hadn’t contributed much to the conversation, I felt I was definitely a part of the group of three at the table.
“Ever tried good local champagne, Debra?,” I smiled, at the same time sending a tacit signal to Prue.
“What do you call good? I thought only the French made champagne. Any thing I have tried here seems like carbonated hock,” Debra said with her hand on my arm. “I bet you are going to say that you just happen to have a bottle of your best local champers on ice in your room upstairs.”
“Why don’t we go and try it then,” Prue said, jumping to her feet and taking both Debra’s and my hands. “I’ll break out the old cliches. You can see our etchings and the view is fantastic.” No one spoke at all during the short elevator ride up the extra six stories to our room.
“Have a seat ladies and I’ll open the champers,” I said, with a slight edge to my voice. As I dimmed the lights and poured us all a second glass, Debra told us, “This really is good champers. I’m pleasantly surprised.”
I was sitting opposite the two women who were sitting close together on a leather sofa, both with their legs crossed in identical style, they both seemed to be vying to see who could let their skirt ride up the most.
I could feel a tension between the three of us which permeated the room, a tension which I had never experienced before, a tension which I couldn’t easily identify.
Prue stood and walked over to me, and took my hand as she guided me to my feet. “What else can we do to entertain Debra on her last night here, Paul? Did you pack the scrabble?”
Prue continued, looking straight at Debra. “I could start by showing you my all over sun tan,” her gaze never leaving Debra as she tried to gauge her reaction. Debra’s agitated and very interested look and sexy smile was all the prompting Prue needed to start undoing the zip of her dress, while both Debra and I watched, fascinated.
Prue turned so that her back was towards Debra and as she pulled me toward her, before I slowly slid down the long zipper on her dress. As slowly as my trembling fingers would allow. Prue and me were both trying to tantalise Debra, and at the same time heightening Prue’s obvious excitement and sexual build up. The zipper finished below Prue's hips when Prue started kissing me. Kissing with our tongues while Debra watched us.
Prue wanted to have as much sexual impact on Debra as possible. As the zipper reached it’s limit, she shrugged out of the dress, still in her high heels and stepped out of it, standing with her back to Debra still, with her legs apart, at the same time kissing me with passion, and pretending to ignore Debra.
All Prue had been wearing under her dress, apart from her perfume, was a flimsy white g-string with sexy, thin double straps at the sides, which accentuated her sun tan and looked not much more than two white strings around her waist, the rest of the g-string lost between the twin orbs of her magnificent ass.
I was watching Debra’s reaction. Debra supercool, merely took another sip of her drink and with a tremor in her voice which betrayed her outer calm, said, “Your suntanned ass really is magnificent Prue. Absolutely fantastic. Can Paul kiss it while I watch?”
“Why not?,” Prue smiled.
Debra was now very bold. “How will I know if he gets a hard on doing it though? You did say he gets a hard on when he kisses your gorgeous ass, didn’t you?”
“Show her Paul. Get undressed and let her watch you get hard as a rock while you kiss my my ass. And I mean hard as a rock. We can’t disappoint our English guest, can we?”
Prue helped me out of my clothes but ignored my bulging male thong.
“Would you like to remove his thong Debra?,” Prue asked.
I was taking deep breaths trying to slow down and play along with Prue’s game. I already had an erection, but I was determined to make my cock even bigger and harder by kissing and licking the cheeks of Prue’s big ass while Debra watched.
Debra, was still immaculately and fully dressed as struggled to pull my briefs over my erection as I kissed and licked the twin orbs of Prue’s ass, hoping that Debra would hold my cock and feel it grow as I kissed and licked my wife’s ass. And to my great delight, she did. I felt sure that this was my best ever, erection, while I starting to think of the best way to use it for as long as possible.
“I need two hands for that,” Debra said, her voice with a definite tremor of excitement, “my hand won’t go all the way around it.”
Prue was still standing in high heels with her g string on as I knelt on the floor behind her, kissing and tonguing her ass. Debra was still fully dressed, she had both her hands holding my erection before she knelt on the floor alongside Prue and starting to kiss and suck my erection, and slowly take it between her pursed lips
Prue was watching over her shoulder, fascinated as a virtual stranger filled her mouth with my erect cock, her husbands erect cock, at the same time as I kissed the naked cheeks of her ass. “You can suck on his cock all you like Debra, but you’re not having him.”
I spoke for what seemed like the first time in ages. “Let’s go into the bedroom. Prue can make the rules.”
In the bedroom Prue took control. “Sit there, Debra,” she said pointing to a chair in the corner. “Take your clothes off though. We want to admire and be turned on by your naked body, don’t we Paul?”
Debra stood before us and with great aplomb and obvious practice, slowly and deliberately undressed for us, chatting the whole time.
“This jacket came from Bond Street. This skirt came from Paris. This blouse from Milan,” and so it went. All the time I was watching appreciatively and surprised at what a lithe body Debra had. Firm breasted, surprisingly large and very erect nipples, a tucked in waist and a fantastic, well rounded size-10 ass. Her last item of clothing added even further to my turn on. “Crotchless knickers, from Sydney.”
“Leave those on, and your shoes, as well,” I told her. “They look fantastic. I must get some for Prue.”
“I want to watch you suck Paul some more, but he has to finish off by fucking me while you watch, Debra. All right?”
Debra led me by the hand and sat in the corner chair, which was just the right height for me to stand in front of her so that she could cup my balls with one hand, and slide her other hand up and down my erection near it’s tip and suck on the head of my erection all at once.
“Do you like me doing this? And this?”
I could barely distinguish which female voice was asking the question as I was so immersed in my sexual pleasure. Prue was standing close by, her legs akimbo, in high heels, displaying her brilliant legs and ass to maximum effect, obviously very turned on watching another female sucking my erection, her husband’s erection. Prue could sense my slow, very intense build up. She was determined to have Debra watch me have my ultimate pleasure with her.
Prue came and stood alongside me and started kissing me on my lips, watching Debra sucking on my erect cock at the same time.
“Come to bed and fuck me from behind, while Debra watches Paul. Now. I want Debra to hear you slamming into me while you fuck me.”
“Sit there and watch, Debra. Talk to me while Paul fucks me from behind,” Prue told her as she positioned herself and me sideways on the bed only a few feet from Debra, with her feet pointing towards Debra.
Prue had positioned herself perfectly so that as I entered her Debra would have an unobstructed view. “Watch the way Paul does this Debra. It’s his specialty.”
I was positioning himself to penetrate Prue, using both of my hands to grasp the cheeks of her ass, before I entered her, sure in my own mind I had never been so sexually turned on ever before. As I slowly slid my full length into Prue I could see Debra playing with herself, through her crotchless knickers.
Prue spoke first. “Can you see his cock going all the way up me Debra?”
“It looks fantastic”, Debra replied, her voice with a definite quaver.
“God, you two have turned me on,” Debra told us, though we were so immersed in our own pleasure we barely heard her.
I was quickening the pace and tempo of my thrusts and very aware of the noise I was making as I slammed against the cheeks of Prue’s glorious ass.
“Paul has always wanted someone to watch him do this to me. And I must say I like it too,” Prue smiled to Debra.
“The noise you are making is fantastic,” Debra groaned, close to a climax, as she masturbated herself.
“Fuck me harder. Come on, really hard. Faster. Harder. Faster,” Prue urged. “I am just so turned on. Harder. Faster.”
I was vaguely aware of someone repeating, “Harder, Faster. Harder, Faster,” as I plunged harder and faster. Was it Debra? Was it Prue? Or had they both said it?
By now I had such a grip on Prue that I was pulling her body towards me to meet my every quickening thrust.
“Is he good? Is he a good fuck? A really good fuck?,” I was vaguely aware of Debra asking the question of Prue just before my ultimate orgasm.