“Your wife is beautiful.”
My husband nods.
“Her breasts would drive you crazy.”
“Call me,” says Roger, taking one quick look at them as he steps away.
But the whole conversation strikes me as odd.
“Why were you talking about my breasts?”
“Roger loves breasts. He loves to suck nipples.”
I’m quite intrigued by that, but I can’t ask any more questions because Eric has me get down from the stool and follow him behind the red curtain, where we saw the older man and his partner and other couples disappear.
As soon as we cross the threshold, I hear moaning. Lots of moaning and little cries of pleasure. I look around and see there are many reserved spaces separated by colorful curtains. Eric opens several of these so we can see what’s going on. In these little cubicles, there are people having all kinds of sex.
“What do you think?” asks Eric as we stand before one of the spaces. I peek inside and see a man with two women. “It looks like they’re having a good time.”
We step away and open another one. This one features a couple and several men. They play with the woman and among themselves and enjoy their time together. The attractive older man who was staring at us in the bar sees us and stops. He gets up as the others continue their little game.
“Lie down, Jude,” says Eric as the older man looks me over.
I don’t question it and do as he says. I get totally fired up when he orders me around with that tone of voice. The bed is moving because of the way the others are fucking, and I get even hotter watching them. The woman looks at me, and I realize she doesn’t mind our presence at all. She smiles at me, and I smile back.
“I want you to be touched for my pleasure, is that OK?” whispers Eric as he leans over me.
“I want something else first,” I say from the bed.
“You know what I want, don’t you?”
He’s hesitant, but I’m determined to get my wish.
He nods, so I turn to the older man.
“Kneel before him.”
Instantly, the stranger does what I ask. He kneels in front of Eric. I unbutton his pants.
“Give him some pleasure,” I say to the man.
He puts his hands on Eric’s pants, and that startles him, but he doesn’t move away. The man gently lowers my love’s pants and boxers, leaving them midthigh.
Eric’s cock is stiff and hard, and I sigh when the man kneeling before my husband touches it. He loves it. He runs his hands over Eric’s dick and his balls, making him even harder.
Then the older man brings his mouth to the very tip of Eric’s cock, touches it with his tongue, and envelops it. Eric closes his eyes, and I shiver.
This is so amazing!
I realize the stranger is expert at this. He covers every inch of Eric’s member with his tongue, slowly and gently, until he finally takes the whole thing in his mouth all at once.
Wow! His hands squeeze Eric’s balls tenderly, and, when he finally lets his cock out of his mouth, he kisses and sucks them.
Eric is panting. His body is vibrating, and his head is thrown back.
So much heat!
My love’s breathing gets heavier—and mine does too. Watching this feels kinky, naughty, and hot, especially when I see how much my love is enjoying it and how the veins in his neck throb. Combustion! Everything in this room is kinky. Right beside me, three men are giving one woman pleasure, and a stranger is servicing my crazy love as I watch this spectacle I’ve arranged. I’m wet. I’m drenched.
Just then, the stranger moves one of his hands to Eric’s ass, squeezes it, and separates his cheeks. But just as he’s going to put a finger up his ass, my husband stops him. The man doesn’t insist and focuses back on his enormous erection. He gets the message. His tongue lashing picks up speed, and I hear Eric groaning again.
Eric uses his right hand to forcefully push the stranger’s head down so he’ll take his whole cock in his mouth again. The older man goes nuts at that demand.
I do too.
He leans into Eric, and, squeezing his ass over and over, he repeats his actions until my love, my marvelous love, can’t take it anymore and roars and comes.
As soon as they’re through, the stranger goes to shower. I get up from the bed, pick up one of the little jars of water, and carefully wash my husband’s penis. Then I dry it.
“Everything OK?”
Eric nods. “Are you hot?”
“So hot.”
An instant later, the older man joins us again. I lie back down on the bed without Eric having to say anything. Without a word, the stranger lifts my skirt up to my waist, and I find I’m nervous. He runs his hands on my thighs and pushes my legs apart a little bit so he can wash my sex. He reads my tattoo and grins.
I appreciate the water and being able to cool down. I close my eyes.
“Open your legs and let him have you,” Eric whispers.
I do as he says. It excites me just to do it, and I feel the man’s breath on my moist thigh. His hands are on my labia, and one of his fingers slides inside me . . . He’s playing . . .
Squeezing . . .
I open my eyes.
“That’s it . . . Let him in,” says Eric. “Just like that.”
This moment . . .
His voice . . .
His requests . . .
Everything makes me feel exalted as everyone around us engages in their own passion.
The stranger pushes his finger in and out of me as his tongue plays with my clitoris, and my breathing quickens. I don’t know how long we’re like that, only that I’m enjoying every single moment.
Suddenly, the man stands up, rolls on a condom, and lays himself on top of me.
“Her mouth is exclusively mine,” Eric tells him.
The stranger nods and grabs my ass so hard, he lifts me up. Demanding and impatient, he penetrates me. Oh yes . . . this is what I need.
“Look at me,” Eric pleads.
I do as he says. In the meantime, this man with whom I haven’t exchanged a single word, whose name I don’t know, slams in and out of me, and all I want is more depth. I need more, and I swing my legs up to his shoulders. I can tell this excites him. He grabs my hips and impales me, and I almost suffocate when Eric brings his mouth to mine.
“Give me all your moans and cries, my love. Give them to me.”
I need air, but I kiss my love, and I give him what he wants. I’m panting under his mouth. He bites my lips and drinks up every sound I make. This really turns him on, it drives him crazy, as the stranger continues his dance inside me, and I surrender completely. Then, suddenly, the man can’t take it anymore, and, after one final thrust that makes me scream, he climaxes.
The stranger pulls out of me and washes my sex with fresh water once more. That feels so good!
He dries me with a clean cloth. After a few seconds, my heartbeat slows down, and Eric takes my hand.
“Get up, my love.”
My skirt drops, and, without looking back or exchanging a word with the stranger, we leave the room. Eric’s in a hurry.
When we get out to the hallway—where we can hear a thousand moans, cries, and sighs—my love, my husband, takes me in his arms, pushes me against the wall, and kisses me. His kiss is demanding, wild, devastating. I respond in kind. He lifts my skirt, unbuttons his pants, and drives himself inside me.
Oh yes . . . that is the touch and the depth I need.
Eric!
Without a word, my demanding husband goes in and out of me, and I mold myself to his body, holding on to his shoulders so I can better receive him.
Eric moves me around in his arms as if I were a doll. “I’m sorry, sweetheart,” Eric says, “but I’m going to come.”
He’s too excited because of what he’s seen, and his penetration is searching for relief, searching for the release he needs and I want to give him. My body contracts; Eric grits his teeth and lets himself go. “I’
m sorry this was so quick,” he whispers, holding me tight.
“Don’t be sorry, my love,” I say with a naughty tone. “I’m going to ask much more of you now.”
Eric kisses me and lets me down. I feel his cum running down my legs. “I need a shower.”
We start down the moan-filled hall. He comes to an abrupt stop and opens one of the curtains, and we see Björn and Diana. Each one of them is with two women. They look like they’re having a great time. Björn sees us.
“We’ll see you later in the hall of mirrors,” he says. “It’s reserved.”
“I see you know this place very well,” I say as we walk away.
“I’ve been here before, my love,” Eric says, giving me a kiss.
When we get to a particular door, Eric leads me inside. It’s dark, but when he turns on the light, I’m surprised to see the walls, the ceiling, and the floor are all mirrors. The light suddenly turns violet.
“Your favorite color,” he says.
I kiss him. I love his delicious lips. He squeezes my ass.
“Let’s go take a shower.”
We laugh and head to the bathroom, where we take off our Bavarian costumes and get under the water. “Everything OK, my love?”
I nod. I had missed his asking.
“You’re getting me to do things I never thought possible,” Eric says as the water runs over our bodies.
“I love to see your face when a man gives you pleasure.” We laugh and kiss.
As soon as we get out of the shower, the Jacuzzi calls to us. It’s huge, and the water changes color. Eric takes me in his arms, and we get in.
We kiss and cuddle, enjoying touching each other.
Everything between us feels amazing, and then the door opens, and there’s Björn, accompanied by Diana. They’re both nude, but they each have bags in their hands that they drop on the bed. When they see us in the Jacuzzi, they go straight to the shower. Then Björn climbs into the Jacuzzi with us, and Diana takes some CDs out of her bag. She chooses one and leaves the rest on a chair. An instant later, I hear Duffy singing “Mercy.”
“I love this woman,” Diana says as she gets into the Jacuzzi and hears me singing. For a while, the four of us just talk. Our conversation revolves around what we’ve done that night, and I’m surprised I’m as honest as they are. I talk about sex casually and enjoy the conversation.
“You really haven’t tried S and M?” asks Diana.
Eric and Björn smile. “No, I’m not into pain,” I respond. “I prefer a different kind of enjoyment.”
“Jude, I get you don’t like S and M. But I’ve noticed you’re submissive and like taking orders from me. Have you noticed that too?” Eric asks.
“But I like it when you obey me too,” I say.
“I’m your master and you’re mine,” Eric says.
I sit on his lap and feel his cock being playful under the water.
“I’m yours and you’re mine,” I whisper. “Don’t forget that, love.”
“Your games are getting more daring by the day. First, you got into vibrators, then threesomes, then swinging, and then that day that we were with Dexter, I realized how much you like obeying and giving pleasure.”
“Dexter likes S and M,” says Björn. “There are certain things he very much enjoys.”
“There are certain things he’ll never do with Jude because she’d slice his throat first,” says Eric.
We all laugh. But pain will never be a part of my pleasure. I refuse. “I hope one day to meet a woman who surprises me and to have sex and live my life like you two,” says Björn, startling us as he takes a sip of champagne. “I realize I envy you.”
“Something good in my life,” says Eric, kissing me. “It’s about time, don’t you think?”
Björn nods and toasts to his friend.
“As my father would say, your other half is surely out there. You just need to find her,” I add.
Eric looks at me in a very special way. “If I order you to do something tonight, as if I were your owner, would you obey?”
“That depends.”
He likes my response.
“I would never ask you to do anything you don’t want, my love.”
“Then I’m at your service, my master.”
Our hot little game begins again, and his look arouses me. His mouth drives me crazy, and I know I’m going to like his orders. Eric is right: I like to obey and to give him everything he wants.
“Judith likes it when we talk to her as we fuck her, right?” says Björn as insightful as ever.
“Yes, my friend.”
“What’s driving me insane is the tattoo, ‘Tell me what you want.’ That tattoo makes my desire blossom and makes me want to do and ask you for many things, Judith,” says Diana, who hasn’t said a word until now.
“Well, what are you waiting for?” says Eric with a twisted smile. “Let’s play.”
They all look at me. I don’t know what to say.
“I promise to be a very loving master,” says Diana, and that leaves me breathless.
I’m not sure I’m going to like this game of masters though, and I furrow my brow.
“Jude, as your master, I want you to get out of the Jacuzzi and get in bed so Diana can have her way with you. Once she’s satisfied, come back to the Jacuzzi, and sit between Björn and me. I have plans for you tonight, and you will obey.”
Oh my God, I have such butterflies in my stomach.
I leave the Jacuzzi to enter the game. But when I reach for a towel, Eric stops me.
“Jude, I didn’t tell you that you could dry yourself. Drop the towel and lie down on the bed.”
I do as he says and see Diana leave the Jacuzzi too. Eric and Björn watch us in silence. Diana doesn’t dry herself either. She comes straight to me, touches the tattoo she likes so much, and kisses it.
“Turn around,” she says.
She doesn’t need to say it again. I do as she says, and, when I’m facedown, she lays on top of me and touches me. I feel her mound all over my body.
“Get up.”
I pose on all fours on the bed. Diana plays with my wet breasts. Her fingers squeeze my nipples, and I like how that feels. She presses her mound against my ass. It makes me hot.
The mirrored room gives me a good view of everything, and I can’t help but smile when I see the look on Eric’s face, which speaks for itself.
“Lie down,” says Diana. I comply.
She picks up one of the bags she and Björn dropped down on the bed and pulls something out of it. She shows it to Eric, who nods. I don’t know what it is.
“Give me your breasts.”
I see she’s holding a pair of clamps. I relax. She fastens them onto my nipples and pulls on the little chain.
“Your master has given you to me, and now I am your master,” she says. I purr. I look over at Eric, and he nods.
In an instant, Diana cups my face with one hand and slaps me with the other.
“Don’t look at him,” she hisses, looking me straight in the eye. “Look only at me.”
The situation excites me, and I look at her. She watches my mouth, comes toward me, and stops just as she’s about to kiss me.
“I’m going to respect your mouth because I know it’s only his. But I’ll take from the rest of you as if it were mine because I want to possess you for my own pleasure.”
I’m disconcerted. Her voice is sibilant and her gestures aggressive. But even so, I’m turned on, I don’t move, and I let her take control of the situation and wait.
Once she has me how she wants me, she delights in what she sees and pulls on the clamps that stretch my nipples. “I want to taste you. Give me what I want,” she says, staring at my tattoo.
I part my legs and lift my hips to show her my surrender. Wanting to savor what I offer, Diana lets go of the little chain, takes my ass in her hands, and brings her mouth down to my sex.
She kisses me, nibbles me, and then opens me with her fingers and goes di
rectly to my clitoris. She licks it and sucks on it. I feel a tremendous pleasure. She sucks me eagerly, and I go mad and part my legs even more, wanting her to go on and on.
The demanding way she touches and sucks me always excites me. Diana has the gentleness of a woman but the eagerness of a man. She lays siege to my body, and I’m breathless. “C’mon, beautiful . . . c’mon . . . give me what I want . . .”
Tongue lashing after tongue lashing, she gets what she wants, and the wild beast in me surrenders to her. I get wetter and wetter. She manages to get one devastating cry after another out of me.
“Like that . . . Like that . . . Come like that.”
I shiver. Diana stands up and I protest.
“Get on your knees and part your legs.”
I’m dizzy when I try to sit up, but I recover immediately. I get on my knees on the bed, like her, and before I can turn to look at Eric, she grabs me by the waist and presses me completely against her, launching two fingers into my wetness.
“Like that . . . Let’s go . . . Moan for me. Let me know how much you like it.”
Her fingers come in and out of me. My God, this woman knows what she’s doing.
“Move . . . C’mon . . . Move,” she whispers into my mouth as I pant. “Like that . . . Just like that . . . I want you to come, I want you to come like a tsunami so I can open your legs and drink it all up.”
I’m going crazy just listening to the sloshing of my juices in her hand as it goes up and down. I want to feel her mouth between my legs. I want her tongue on my clitoris; I want her licking me. I’m breathing like a locomotive, and she speeds up, gets more intense, and fucks me harder.
I can’t believe it. This woman is unstoppable and takes me from one orgasm to another. I’m soaked. I’m wet everywhere, and then pleasure infuses every inch of my being, and I scream and fall back.
Diana quickly dives between my thighs and takes up what she most loves about me again. She sucks and licks, and I surrender yet again. I am hers completely, as long as she doesn’t stop.
Just when I think she’s had enough of me, she snaps off the clamps and takes my nipples in her mouth. The softness of her tongue is comforting, even more so when she blows air on them, and I feel a warm tingling. I love this.
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