"You may be right James, I've never done anything like this before, but even just sitting here is turning me on."
I took that as a hint and pushed her back in her chair, and then I got down and put my face between her legs. She spread her legs wide to accommodate me and when I put my lips around her clit, she grabbed my head to hold it to her sex.
"Oh god James, yes, yes, oh don't stop."
She screamed aloud that she was cumming, not caring who saw, or heard her. I stood up, my hard-on wagging in her face and she leaned forward and put me in her mouth. She sucked me as a woman possessed while she kept her hand between her legs. When I gave her the warning that I was about to cum instead of stopping as usual, she went even faster and I came down her throat. Almost wheezing I said,
"That's it you drained me dry, there's nothing left. Come on let's take a shower, I'll wash your back."
The shower was huge, easily fitting both of us and as we washed each other, she managed to coax another erection out of me. She rested her foot on the side of the tub and I entered her from behind. She reached between her legs to rub my balls gently squeezing them and when I came, she said she could feel it as my balls pumped out my load.
That night at dinner, we ate elegantly and at our leisure. Grace looked beautiful in the new outfit she brought and I told her how tan she already looked. We talked about the day both on the beach and later back in our room. After telling me once again about how turned on she had been on the beach, she stopped talking and put her hand on my arm.
"James I want to be naked on Wednesday but if I am you have to be too."
"Gee, I don't know honey, I hadn't thought about that, what happens if I get a hard-on while we're lying on the beach, how embarrassing."
She giggled,
"If you get a boner, I'll just grab it and drag you down to the water and then I'll just take care of it like you did me."
After dinner, we went back upstairs, half drunk and bone tired. We fell into bed and slept until late the next morning.
The next day we took advantage of the free jeeps the resort offered and went sightseeing along the coast. We parked alongside one of the many white sand beaches and hiked down a small cliff to get to it. Such a beautiful setting and yet deserted, we decided to stay for a while. After laying down towels, Grace said it would be great practice for Wednesday if we got naked there. Of course, it wasn't the same as we were alone here but still it was exhilarating to be naked out in public even if there was no public here. We undressed and ran down to the water to swim, then came back to our towels to relax. Grace sat facing the water and I was on my back facing her. She gave me a devious grin as she spread her legs exposing her sex to me. I stared at her enjoying my own private show and soon I had an erection sticking up like a flagpole. Grace told me it was good that I was hard because if I got sunburn when soft I would than look funny when aroused. She put her finger in her slit and rubbed herself lightly. She then put her wet finger to my lips to taste and I sucked on it hungrily. Next in a surprise move, she climbed on top of me putting my dick inside her with ease. She put her hands on my shoulders as if to hold me down while she stared into my eyes. Her eyes large and dark easily showed how turned on she was as she rode me to her pleasure. The thought that at any second someone could come down that cliff and see us excited both of us a lot. I sprayed my cum inside her just as she orgasmed, something we seldom achieved at home. After a second or two Grace jumped up, and ran down to the beach to as she said, to wash me out of her. When she came back, we lay in the sun until she was dry and then we hiked back up the cliff to our jeep.
The next morning, our anniversary, we had a room service breakfast served with champagne complements of the resort. Over breakfast, we exchanged cards and after, we made love again only long and slow including lots of caresses with wet kisses adding to our enjoyment. We then took our shower together and I watched Grace clean up her landing strip as she now called her pubic hair. We were then ready for our first public display of nudity, I think the previous day had helped relax us both and I was looking forward to it. We donned resort robes, grabbed out towels and sunscreen, then headed for the beach.
The beach was packed with people and most were indeed nude. There seemed to be more people who shouldn't be out in public naked and yes, maybe we should be included with them too. We were now pros at this and felt at ease as we spread our towels over a couple of chaises. I watched with amusement at the assortment of sexual appendages hanging from both men and women. I have to say I didn't think I looked so bad as I saw the other males. It wasn't that I was big but at least I looked normal, not under or over sized. Grace seemed to be enjoying the show as she kept commenting about the men as they walked by. One man had an enormous dick that hung almost to his knee; Grace kept wondering what he could do with it and what woman in her right mind would attempt to accommodate him. When I mentioned it wasn't even hard she first giggled then said she hadn't thought about that.
The resort started playing some island music from loud speakers situated around the beach and soon people were dancing. Even Grace and I got up to dance around but in truth we found it more fun sitting there and watching all the body parts flop around as the others danced. Latter in the day they had a barbecue and the resort invited all to join in. The last event of the day was a 'Mr. and Mrs. Nude Day 2010' contest, which was decided by applause. The winners were probability ringers as they looked as if they just came off a porno shoot.
Thursday was supposed to be back to normal but I think so many people liked going naked that they did it the next day also. As for Grace and I, we kept our bottoms on; I guess we had enough excitement the day before. The rest of the week we spent doing island things, snorkeling, sightseeing and I even got in some deep-sea fishing. By Sunday, we were ready to go home to sleep in our own bed and to see our children. On our second day home I found Grace in the study already making plains for us to return for next year's celebration of nude day.
The End.
Role-play with the Andersons
"...And I believe that just about wraps everything, ladies and gentlemen," announced Elliot Anderson, turning from the display screen inside the company boardroom to face the table in which sat the company's major stock-holders and the chairman, as he finished his presentation regarding the company's share-holdings for the remainder of its fiscal year. He took off his glasses to wipe his face with his handkerchief while everyone seated round the table gave him a standing ovation. His glasses back on his face, he gave them a boyish smile, shook hands with them and said 'thank you', before taking his exist; he didn't think it prudent for him to keep being there. Once he stepped out of the large room into the corridor, he breathed a sigh of relief and congratulated himself on a job well done before then heading towards the elevator.
Already the news had travelled down to the floor where his office was situated regarding his performance, and several of his colleagues were hovering by to shake his hand just as the elevator doors let him off. The meeting upstairs was over a half hour before lunch break, and his boss called his line to tell him how pleased he and the rest of the board had been pleased with his presentation, and also to let him know that as it was already on the notice board that one of the company's executives would be retiring in the next couple of months, he'd already submitted Anderson's name to take the vacated spot when it happens. Elliot was more than elated to hear this.
Lunch break came, though Elliot remained in his office to go through some work files on his computer, though at the same time waiting for his secretary to come knock at his door to let him know she was heading out for lunch, as she almost always does. As expected, she did just that a minute later; he'd left home with some sandwiches which Myra had made for him, thus he wasn't planning on going anywhere.
He looked at his watch, gave himself five more minutes before first going over to lock his door, and then returning to his desk, reaching for his cell phone and dialling his wife's number -- he dared not make use
of the office phone; his conversation wasn't something he'd wish for the company to keep records of. Myra would be at her law firm office located near the city's Supreme Court building which was about ten blocks from where he worked. He knew she too wouldn't be going out for lunch, at least not today, and that she was just as anxious to await his call.
Her line rang three times before finally she picked it up. "Hello, darling," she said.
"Hey there beautiful, he smiled. "How're you doing?"
"Ah, nothing much," came her reply. "I was just sitting here at my desk, pretending to do some serious work while just waiting to hear from you."
"Really? So was I."
He stood up from his chair and went to stand by the large glass windows of his office. The windows were tinted from the outside so no one could see in. the company, it seems, was generously afflicted with keeping in-house secrets, but Elliot couldn't have cared less, though it was why whenever he made calls such as this, he preferred his cell phone. He as well came to work with his laptop computer in case he needed to surf the net for some porn, which was something he did on a regular basis. Especially the ones filmed by his wife whenever she was at home in bed with herself, while he was stuck here working late nights. Often she would put on her web-cam and fuck herself with her various dildos ... or other times she would let Josh, their twenty-one year old son, come and fuck her. Though Elliot very much enjoyed it when it involved the three of them -- Myra, Josh, and Cathy, their eighteen-year old daughter. He would lounge back in his chair, unzip his pants and whip out his cock and be watching while stroking himself to a climax, at the same time wishing he was there to enjoy the fun with them. The urge only south to drive him with yearning anticipation, to want to hurry up and get done for the day so as to get home and have fun with his family.
Yes, fun. That what they enjoyed most, and recently he and Myra had thought up an idea, which was the reason of his calling her right now; she too knew why he was calling. Today was their designated Role-play Day. It was marked out on their calendar; it was a day they'd all be hoping to arrive sooner, and now it has.
"You still in the mood, darling?" she said to him.
"Oh yeah, more than ever. But what about Josh and Cathy, how're they doing?"
"I spoke with them a half hour before you called. They'll be getting off school soon. And you don't have to worry -- they both took their role-play clothes with them to school, and they're just as anxious as you and I are."
"Good. That was all I wanted to hear."
"How about you, honey? You going to get set soon?"
"Oh yeah, of course. I'm going to be here at least for another hour, and then I'm going to be off. The boss loved my presentation today, and he's even promised a job opening very soon. Looks like I'm going to be a major player anytime soon."
"Oh honey! That's wonder news, I'm so happy for you!"
"Not as happy as you're going to be when I grab that hot, round ass of yours," he grinned.
"Hmmm, macho talk," his wife purred into his ear. Just as he'd expected, talking to her was giving him a boner; she always knew how to work her magic on him even when they're on the phone with each other. "You're going to have to do more than just grab my ass, mister. Today, you're going to be my bitch, and I'm going to make you eat my pussy from start to finish, or else I'm going to be the one doing the spanking."
Elliot couldn't help himself. He held unto his phone with one hand while the other hurriedly unzipped his pants and whipped out his already hard cock with pre-cum oozing out of its head. He began stroking it while hearing his wife talk on the other end of the line.
"...I'm going to ram my dildo up your ass till you cum," she said. "I'm gonna wear that hot strap-on you bought me last time we went to Vegas, and I'm going to fuck that tight pussy of yours while you suck on Josh's cock..."
"Oh yeahhhh," he moaned dreamily. His eyes were half shut as he imagined himself getting fucked by his wife while his mouth choked on his son's rod.
"...and before you begin to fuck me, I'm going to wrap a belt around your neck and you're going to fuck me harder than you've ever done before. I want every inch of your cock jammed up in my pussy ... you're going to fuck me like a bitch that you are, and then when you're done, you're going to do the same thing to Cathy. Hmmm, am I getting you all hot there, darling?"
"Ohh babe, you have no fucking idea. Go on, don't stop now."
"You're such a naughty fellow, darling," she laughed. "But I love you for it, and that's why since this week I'm been looking forward to our Role-Playing Day. I want to see you in those panties and leg stockings, you and Josh. I'm going to make you beg to lick my pussy. I'm going to punish both of you not to touch your cocks while Cathy and I get busy with ourselves. And if any of you dares to touch your cock, I'm going to take a whip to both of your asses. You're going to beg me to come and suck you off. I know you get off that just as much as you love watching Cathy and I eat each other up."
"Oh yes," Elliot groaned. "Oh yes, I love watching you both very much. So very much."
The pressure in his cock was building fast to a hair trigger and his moans got uncontrollably louder (a good thing his office walls were sound-proof, thus no one could possibly hear him even if they had their ears plastered to his door). Still his hand didn't let go of what it was doing, and just then it turned into a stuttered groan as the first jet stream of cum shot out of his cock and splattered on the surface of his glass window. He kept on jerking his cock, letting the rest of it splatter on the carpet, some of which even stained the leg cuffs of his pants. He was still gasping as he stumbled backwards and slumped on his chair, with his glasses nearly slipping off his nose. He brought the back of his hand to his brow and wiped sweat from there; there were wet stains in the armpits of his shirt as well.
"Shit!" he muttered as he gazed down at his pants leg and saw the stain of cum that was there. His cock by now resembled something like a deflated balloon, with cum still oozing out of it. It was a good think his office had an inner rest room, as he then got up and went into it to wipe off the stain. He returned with some tissue paper and cleaned off the river of cum that had stained his glass window as well as on the carpet -- wouldn't want to leave that up to the cleaning ladies, now would we? We most certainly would not, he thought to himself.
He tuned up the AC unit to the highest so as to get rid of the sweat from his face. By the time his secretary returned to his desk fifteen minutes later he was back to his former unexcited self and back at work. Though he stayed for just another hour as he'd told his wife he would, before switching off his office computer and straightening back his shirt before wearing on his jacket. He told his secretary a lie about not feeling too good, and that he was going to take the rest of the day off. He hurried out of the office before anyone, most especially his boss, would want to come over to check on him.
Down the elevator he rode to the bottom garage where his Sedan was just as faithfully waiting for him. It was his wife's car -- he'd opted for her to take his BMW to work while he took hers for anonymity purposes. A minute later he'd driven out of the company's gates and rode up Scarsdale Avenue, before taking a right turn. He wasn't heading for home, at least not yet.
He drove out into the city's major highway, heading towards its outskirts where houses ended and gave way to untouched landscape. Elliot knew very well where he was heading to as he drove off the highway and found a dirt road which led him into a bushy farmland. He had spotted it once when he had nothing better to do than take a lazy drive around the city, and not finding anyone around, he liked the place instantly as a very much discreet zone. He parked the Sedan and got out, went to its boot and took out a knapsack bag from within. He opened the bag and took out the female clothes Myra had long packed for him the previous night as part of their role-playing game: he and Josh were to dress in their clothes while the women -- Myra and daughter, Cathy -- were to wear theirs.
Elliot first did a quick survey of the bushy area, wanting to make absolut
ely sure that he was alone, as he figured he couldn't be the only one in the city who's used the place for a rest stop. Satisfied that he was alone, he set down to work first by taking off his jacket, followed by his pants and shirt, and then his boxer shorts, stockings and shoes, all of which he folded in the Sedan's backseat, before taking out first a pair of his wife's pink panties. He wore on the nylon stockings she'd left for him, then the bra, though it felt rather inconveniencing on his chest, but eventually he figured he would manage it just fine. Myra had visited a shop the previous week and bought herself a skirt similar to one she already has, although this one carried his exact waistline measurements, which he wore on next, followed by her blouse. A pair of low-heeled shoes was inside as well, and they were the exact size as his feet (she'd as well bought one with his shoe size in mind). There was a blonde wig resting in the bag -- the final apparel -- along with a makeup kit. She had shown him how to apply the lipstick along with the mascara and eye pencils. All these he did while looking at his face with the aid of the rear-view mirror. All in all, it took him about an hour to finish transforming himself into a near image of a woman.
He took a while still checking himself out in the mirror, nearly falling in love with the image his eyes were seeing. He practised walking in the clothes, forcing himself to be comfortable in them. Though the shoes were kind of tough, he reasoned it was only for a short while, at least until he got home. When he felt satisfied with his new makeover, he threw his clothes along with the makeup kit into the knapsack before jumping back into the Sedan. He started the engine and then drove out back onto the highway, this time his destination was home.
He was in traffic when his phone started ringing -- it was Josh calling. He told him that he and Cathy were right now at home expecting him. Elliot replied that he would be there within the next twenty minutes. Cathy took the phone from her brother and said to him to hurry up, that Mom's pussy was waiting and so was hers. Elliot had to tighten his grip on the steering wheel as his cock shot itself to standing at attention through the ladies undergarments he was putting on. There was serious traffic while he drove for home. In a car stuck in the second lane right next to his, the middle-aged man who was behind the wheel winked at him and then blew him a kiss. Elliot felt emboldened and self-assured that the man didn't mistake him for who he really was, and in response, he flashed his eyes at the man and waved at him as the traffic began to ease along.
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