Beth was dismayed to feel a stranger touch her arm, a split-second touch that made her stop as she walked from the rental car and was making her way to the hotel’s entrance, her suitcase wheels rattling on the tarmac.
“Hey!” was all she cried out, her shrill voice making her husband, John, turn. A young couple stood close to his wife. “Oh! Thank you, I didn’t know it had fallen out of my bag.”
“I guess not,” the young man smiled as she took her travel purse from his outstretched hand. “I should have simply said something and not touched your arm to get your attention. Sorry if I scared you.”
“It’s okay,” she answered holding his look upon her for an instant. “I wondered what was happening. No harm’s been done.”
“But we’ve met,” the guy said smoothly.
The couple were well-dressed, smart but casual, and had made some allowances for the warmth of the day. They were successful, that she could see, otherwise the nightly room charge would be beyond the reach of a couple their age, in their early thirties she thought.
They had arrived at the hotel at the same time, in the early afternoon, and were dismayed at the sight, how the building seemed to cling to the cliff face of jagged rock and with the Mediterranean Sea far below. It was a beautifully furnished boutique hotel, on the Amalfi coast, and one that they had believed would hold few attractions for a young couple they had smiled at and then introduced themselves to, as they all signed in.
“John and Beth Fullerton,” she said, a hand gracefully pushing back the tumble of her shoulder-length, straw-blonde, hair which was showing signs of grey but the sight of which, John had said, gave her a stately grace.
“Calum and Josie Taylor,” the engaging young woman smiled at each of them, her auburn hair, with reddish highlights, plaited in a ponytail that allowed John to study her slender face as she too signed the register, her husband Callum looking on.
John met his wife’s look, if only for an instant, and saw Beth arch her eyebrows as she smiled at him. He understood what lay behind that gaze, for she would not have missed the approving glance of Josie on him; nor, perhaps, what he had taken in of the young woman. She would have taken in John’s cobalt blue shirt that he wore with his pale cream, lightweight, linen suit, his choice letting everyone know that his standards would not slip, even on holiday and with her by his side. Tan woven leather slip-ons finished the summer holiday look that he sought.
“I’ll be glad to get out of my travelling clothes and relax,” Beth ventured, “and then to have a look around and see if the place is as the web pictures showed.”
“Yes, seeing is believing,” John smiled in reply and intended to engage the young couple in conversation. He was already into the young woman before him,
“We picked the place on a whim…we saw a last-minute deal and went for it,” Josie offered, clutching her big straw bag under one arm. She turned as Callum said something, out of the other’s hearing. “Yes, I’m coming. Well, it’s nice meeting you…”
“We’ll share the lift if that’s okay?” John ventured. “I couldn’t help overhearing that our rooms are on the same floor.”
“So, they are!”
Josie gazed at John’s craggy face, tanned and with the unmistakable line of grey-black stubble, where he had shaved. It lent his jaw a toughness that was not to be seen in his grey-blue eyes that stared out from under grey-haired eyebrows. At six foot, or so, he seemed to tower over her slender frame, but he had become engaged by her and she did not feel the least bit uncomfortable to know a rich and older guy was so immediately involved with her.
Beth prodded John’s back with the fingers of one hand as if she knew what was playing out before her eyes. “Let’s go then, shall we.”
What she now felt was utterly bizarre for its suddenness. How their stay would be spent, in a quiet resort, might be discovered as soon as was decently possible and at John’s say so, a reason for them to talk to the young couple presented to them by some strange good fortune of her having dropped her travel-purse.
The doors clunked shut, the lift jerked into motion and it rose to the third floor.
“Let us buy you both a welcome drink after we have settled in?” John suggested as he stood aside for Callum and Josie to move past. He clutched room keys in one hand and the handle of his suitcase in the other. “You picking up Beth’s travel purse deserves a reward. What do you say?”
He looked at each of them in turn.
“Don’t make a big deal of it, darling!” Beth said, loud enough for them all to hear.
“But it is, darling,” John smirked in reply.
“Yes, it’s a good idea,” Josie soon enthused and saw Calum’s soft smile that she took as his agreement to what had been proposed. “We’ve got to get along with everyone while we’re here, don’t we? Callum and I have a knack for meeting just the right couples, don’t we hon’?”
Callum seemed to have been caught off guard by what his wife was saying to a couple they had only just met. He wasn’t going to deny that Beth had caught his eye, dressed in a swirly floaty dress, her slender legs ending in a neat pair of gladiator sandals, and her hair would become blonder under the fierce sun they had felt as they walked from their cars to the hotel. Three days, the length of their stay, would be long enough to discover if she, and her husband, John, were players.
His Josie had already set those wheels in motion and John’s unflinching gaze on her had already set him thinking of the possibilities. But Beth was a different prospect, so a drink would loosen tongues and be a time to see where their meeting would take them.
Time spent by the pool, or down on the beach that was a short drive away, would soon reveal the woman to him in all of her tended glory. That was so unless Josie’s rush into things didn’t hasten the breaking down of inhibitions, or reluctance as it might be encountered with Beth.
At the door to their suites, they glanced down the corridor at each other.
“See you later!” John called out.
“We’re counting on it!” Callum answered with a laugh, even as Josie gave him a playful shove that propelled him into their room.
“We won’t be long!” Josie assured them as she peered round the edge of the doorway, a wide grin creasing her pretty face. She smiled at John before she was lost to his sight.
♥
Beth was startled to hear the room’s telephone trill. No one knew that they were staying in the hotel but it soon occurred to her that the couple they had just met might be calling. John motioned for her to answer it.
“Hello?” she said cautiously.
“Hello!” came the laughed-out greeting. “You sound surprised, Beth!”
“Well, I am. We’re nowhere near ready to meet up with you, Callum.”
“There’s no rush, although we’d like to meet up with you both again. We had an idea,” Callum said and then paused. “We’ve read in the hotel’s info folder that there are some massage tables close to the pool and we wondered if we met there, enjoyed the sun, and had a swim, along with having a drink and we got to know each other better. What do you think?”
Beth felt a little flustered. The young couple were only too forward, even a little presumptuous, in how they behaved towards them. “I’ll ask John…”
Beth held the phone away and told John what was on the young couple’s mind.
“Are you there, Callum?”
“Yes, I am,” he replied brightly. “I should also tell you that Josie and I are into having massages. After the flight, and then the drive down here to the hotel, we thought we would offer that to you both as a way of saying ‘thank you’.”
Beth couldn’t suppress a soft and disbelieving laugh. “It’s a new way of saying it, or should I say, ‘showing it’?”
“The showing may come later,” he answered, Callum’s voice lowered and suggestive. “The hotel has suitable tables by the pool so we thought to try them out. We have the oils we need with us, so…so we go for it in swimming gear, not in the nuddy as at home.”
“That’s a relief!” Beth did wonder, now, just what she and John were getting into with the young couple. “We’ll be with you in ten minutes or so.”
“We can wait that long!” Callum was heard to laugh in reply as he rang off.
“Well, just what are we to do about that?” Beth sighed as she looked across at John. He was already changed, his swimming briefs tight on his hips, shaping his buttocks and crotch with an unmistakable bulge. She reached out to him, a look of concern creasing her lovely face. “You know what they’re after, those two, don’t you? You know that already and I’ll have to go along with it, just as I did the last time, darling, and still on my terms.”
“Yes, and as far as it goes and if it’s happening the way I think it is.”
♥
Beth felt a rush of relief to see that the massage tables, little more than tiled concrete slabs with support walls that reached waist height, were screened by a wall of stone. No one could observe what could play out behind it and parasols cast a shadow over only a part of them.
And there they stood, Callum and Josie, looking relaxed in shorts, skimpy and clingy in Josie’s case, a cropped top shaping her breasts and revealing a tanned cleavage.
“It looks like you’ve done this before,” John chuckled as he saw how things were laid out in readiness.
Bottles of massage oils were placed on a narrow shelf at the head of each table, their surfaces covered by a thick beach towel. He felt Beth’s hand trembling as she gripped his arm, the towelling robe a cover for what they ach wore underneath.
Callum smiled. “Yes, many times. It helps to break down barriers and leads to good times.”
“We hope that you’ll go along with us?” Josie asked and soon moved to stand by John’s side. “Put your robe on that chair and lie down on the table. Beth? You do the same, please.”
Beth hesitated. This was a situation quite new to her and she recoiled at the prospect of being touched by a stranger, no matter how good-looking Callum was. They had met scarcely two hours ago and here she was slipping out of her bathrobe and standing before them in a revealing one-piece bathing costume, a fabric tracery scant cover for her shapely breasts and tummy.
“Lie on your front for me,” Callum asked even as he sensed her unease. “Just tell me when to stop, okay?”
Beth nodded and reached across the narrow space between the two tables to clutch John’s hand, before she lay down with her face turned so that she could see just what Josie would get up to, John’s swimming briefs shaping him and leaving anyone, looking in on them, in no doubt what he would bring to any woman. “Is this for real, what I’m agreeing to?”
The massage oil was warm and so soft, Callum’s fingers so gentle on the skin of her thighs, on their backs and between them, that she felt the rising pleasure of arousal in her belly. She had chosen a one-piece bathing costume, but the sheer cut at her hips and the mesh front that covered her shapely and firm breasts would reveal enough of her body to the young man who was acting out the role of a masseur; but she took it all to be the acts of foreplay, heightened by the acts of massage being performed outside and close to the pool.
Josie moved so that whatever she did for John was partially hidden from view. But John’s continuing grip on Beth’s hand suggested that the young woman had wasted no time on stroking his legs and getting close enough to arouse him, those swimming briefs being scant cover for the erection that John was amply blessed with and could not prevent from growing larger.
“I like what I’m seeing,” Josie murmured approvingly as she leaned in and whispered against his lips. “You’re with me in this, aren’t you?”
As John’s grip on her hand fell away, so Callum drizzled warm oil onto her thighs and began to smooth it rhythmically into her skin, deliberately avoiding brushing her mound, but his softened look on her and the progress of his touches over her legs, and then back to seams of her swimming costume, in the creases at the tops of her thighs, made her squirm.
“May I touch you?” Callum asked, his lips brushing her lips and his fingers grazing over her mound, shaped so enticingly by her swimming costume.
“Can I stop you? You’ve gone this far!”
Beth again reached out and clutched John’s hand as Callum slowly caressed her, pressed fingers into her slit, and moved them slowly. “We wanted you to know that we’re into swapping, into having fun with a couple we meet.”
“And whom you assume are into all of this?” Beth gripped his arm to stop his caresses.
“Your John is, I knew that from the moment we met you. Nothing’s been said to change my opinion or what I want to share with you both,” Josie said, interrupting her. She was seen to massage the bulge in John’s swimming briefs and leaned in to nibble kisses on his belly as she worked him slowly.
“Let us both get used to the idea of what’s happening so soon!” John groaned and gently pushed Josie away. “Give us some time, for Beth’s sake especially.”
But she was moving on the massage table, writhing as Callum’s fingers, of one hand, slicked her wet heat as the other pulled her costume aside. “It’s a taster of what Josie and I would like to do and share with you. Say ‘no’, now, if you’re not into what was are asking. Honesty is best…”
“And trust!” Beth retorted, and slipped away from his touches, soon rearranging her swimming costume and sitting up, her slender legs dangling over the edge of the table as she sat looking at Callum. She turned to see that John was now doing the same, but his engagement with Josie, who stroked his thigh before her hand disappeared from view, and she was seen to look down, a sure sign that they were into each other and what had been shared, so far.
“A swim, I think,” John suggested jovially as he gathered up his bathrobe and covered himself, his erection less but the swell in his swimming briefs obscenely large. “It’s a miracle no one’s seen us at it.”
“And they won’t, later,” was Callum’s answer. “I’ll go get us the drinks while you grab a table on the terrace, by the railing, so we can enjoy the view.”
“Of each other!” Josie giggled softly, but her gaze fixed on John. She did not see Beth’s reaction to what had been said, nor how Callum whispered in Beth’s ear as he embraced her, his actions hidden from view of those who lazed by the pool.
Her man was into the older woman, and she wanted a wasting time of it with John, the rich and good-looking older guy who packed more than enough to scratch her itch.
♥
“How do you live with it, the memory of what you have done with others?”
Beth asked her unlikely, but talkative, holiday acquaintance as Josie was seen to keep her eyes on John, her interest in him unmistakable and something of a concern to her. The love of her life had his moments and she allowed him to play, even sharing the heat with another, and in John’s presence, but never to the extent of penetrative sex. Her mouth and hands would please another, just as she allowed a man to perform acts of oral sex, to devote his attention to the heavy tumble of her breasts that surgery had firmed but not unnaturally so on a woman of her age. Only John was the man to enjoy all that she brought to their bed.
But now? Callum was persuasive and seducing in his ways with her, and she felt uncommon tingles of anticipation from the younger man’s interest in her that had been shown on the massage table.
Her husband was the object of another’s attention, his outgoing personality and good looks, his charisma, seemed to have captivated the young woman beside her as they sipped on the drinks Callum had bought. Doing so had simply been a pretext for them to hook up, and it was only the first afternoon of their stay.
That Callum had not kept his eyes off her, or so it seemed when they lazed by the pool, had not escaped her attention. That she was to be seen wearing a single-piece bathing costume, her breasts covered by a thin mesh, or weave, still attracted him and left a great deal open to another’s gaze, may have explained it.
But Josie was not lacking in what she brought to the eye, and John had failed to keep his gaze, let alone his attraction to her, from being noticed or acted upon on the massage table.
“We have fun that’s not complicated by any emotional attachment. We all know the rules before we play,” Josie now told her with calm assurance in her sing-song voice. “John’s looked after himself and, I guess, being with you he has a reason to do that.”
Beth sighed and followed her gaze.
John stood on the edge of the pool and wiped water off his body and legs with his large hands. Those sky-blue, drawstring swimming trunks flattered her desirable husband and would look good on a younger man. On John, they shaped him even more than when she had seen them dry. He was a bit paunchy, and his pecs were not as firm as she saw them on Callum, but there was no doubting his virility, his chest hair a down of grey and stark against his tanned skin.
“I’m more than satisfied with John, with what we have,” she chose to confide, “even if he does have his moments of straying. But…but I’m never far away when he does that.”
“Oh…oh, is that so!” Josie asked sharply. She sat up and looked at John as if through new eyes. “Do…do you think he’d stray while he was here and with me? I got the feeling he would when I massaged him.”
“Worked him up, you mean.” Beth laughed, softly, as she looked across the space between them. Josie lounged back, her long legs stretched out and her tummy flat, her breasts sagging in the small cups of her bikini. John would enjoy taking a younger version of the woman that she, his wife, had become.
The men joined them, a swim enjoyed while the women chatted, John soon slumping down on a lounger before slicking back his hair. He gazed at each of them in turn.
“You didn’t want to come in for a swim,” he said on meeting Beth’s wandering gaze as he lay there, utterly relaxed and again the object of Josie’s rapt attention. He now gazed at her. “What’s on your mind?”
His directness of gaze and what he had asked startled her. “Well….”
“The two of you want to finish what was started over there on the massage tables. Is that it?” Unprompted he offered a fingertip caress to Josie’s tummy, then pulled his hand away. “Callum said as much while we were swimming.”
“And what about it?” Josie asked, moving to lie on her side, her breasts slumping as she gazed at him. “Beth’s not so sure about any of this, what’s happened so far between us.”
“Oh, I’m sure all right,” she retorted sharply. “I won’t get a moment’s rest until we finish what you two have begun. John’s into it all so much more than I am.”
She met his soft and understanding smile.
“Just be with me and I’m sure Callum will help you through. There’s time enough for just the two of us to enjoy what this place, and the resort, have to offer. Three of us need a fix for what we’re feeling. I hope that you’ll come round and feel that way too.”
The slow fingertip caress of Josie’s fingers did not keep John from leaning in to kiss Beth, and he felt her nod in tacit agreement to what he had suggested for her.
“Our room. It’s closer to the lift,” Callum was heard to say as he held out a hand to Beth and helped her get up from the sun lounger. “No one’s about, up there, to see us.”
“Yes, that is so true,” Beth sighed in resignation. How was she ever to deal with what she knew would soon play out?
♥
Beth felt that she was losing control. What she had agreed to do with others on the occasions that John strayed, or he wanted to pursue different ways of it and with another woman, was becoming more difficult to resist where it concerned a prospective lover so much younger than she was and certainly John.
The tingles she felt on her skin were quelled by a new, delicious sensation as Callum ran his middle finger down the tight trench of her butt crack. Up and down, Callum rubbed her, his stiff digit going deeper and deeper with each plunge, coaxing her to part her legs still further until he could find her moist heat, his fingers slipping upwards and slicking caresses to her pussy.
“Uh…uh,” Beth moaned, as he reached underneath and caressed her outer lips, and his penis rubbed against her, the claims of fingers and that hard length of flesh making her gush. “That’s as far as this goes!”
“Just let me do this for you,” she heard as Callum moved to lie between her legs, his hands pushing on them until she pressed her feet into the bed, her knees parted and this lustful young man lying between them.
Callum moved, trailing kisses over her belly, and soon curled his long tongue around her perky nipples, lathering each of them with his saliva before sucking them, one then the other, between his lips. As he did this, a hand clamped on the swell of her unclaimed breast, his actions repeated over and over again.
Beth felt a rush through her body like never before. The uneasiness she had felt, from sensing the young couple’s attraction to them and the moments of extended seduction by the pool, had not left her, and seeing and hearing how John was tempestuously rutting with Josie made it difficult for her not to succumb. Callum wanted something in return for having his wife taken in the ways that they could see and hear across the bed from them, Josie clinging to John as he took her in long plunging strokes.
Somewhere, in the farthest reaches of her mind, she still felt that what they were all doing was wrong. But Callum’s way made it difficult for her to care, which suddenly felt unexpectedly good.
“Huh…Callum…Callum!” She clamped his head with her thighs and loosed a high-pitched groan as the sensation of Callum’s tongue on her slit tormented her with uncommon pleasure and for its novelty. She quivered and gasped, “Oh! Oh God!”
Callum circled the tip of his tongue against her outer folds and then flicked rapidly against them, eliciting wracking cramps and trembles in her belly. He pressed his full lips against her, enveloping her sex as his fingers gently worked to expose her clit. He quickly indulged in nips and licks, harsher and insistent sucks upon her sensitive hood of flesh.
She was pushing up so far that she arched her back and bucked against his face, her hands then gripping Callum’s shoulders as she stared down at the young man who was devouring her sex without reprieve.
“Fuck me!” she screeched and became aware of other hands on her body, gripping her breasts, one then the other.
“I’ll let John do that too for you when we’re through,” Josie was heard to say, her voice coming out of the mist of pleasure that was drifting in. She gazed back at Callum and saw him kneeling between her legs, his thick penis arcing out from his belly. He had enough, but not as much as her John.
Callum didn’t keep her waiting long.
Beth’s gaze settled on his crotch; a hand then reached down to feel his thick length swell in response to her touch. She fondled and rubbed, and she felt Callum tremble, his penis twitch and noticeably stiffen. His balls hung heavy beneath it and she kneaded them, squirmed so that she could reach down to do so. She wanted to work him with both hands.
She’d go all the way with him, now that she had seen and heard what John was sharing with Josie. Aroused beyond bearing, the sight of them urged her on. She coaxed Callum to lie back and with her kneeling by his side, and within reach of both John and Josie, she began to stroke Callum’s trembling cock, slithered her lips and tongue over the sides until she drove down on it.
Callum groaned as the woman, with her rich husband pegging his wife, worked him deep into her throat. She found a rhythm and glided up and down, exerting changes of pressure as she sucked. “That feels so darned good!”
Beth sucked, gasped, and gulped, her lips glistening, her cheeks flushed as she revelled in the feel and taste of him in her mouth. Callum lay back, and caressed her hips and buttocks, what he could reach, as her soft hair brushed his kin. He found the shapely domes of her breasts and stopped their sway over his skin as she mouthed him, the moist warmth of her both sensual and pleasurable.
She didn’t look up, but Beth could hear him breathing deeply along with sighs of approval that seemed to come from deep inside him. His responses drove her on; she was oblivious now to John’s presence beside them, and she bobbed her head up and down, back and forth on Callum’s length and doing so faster and faster. She slicked her tongue up and down his length and kneaded his sac before she plunged onto him once more.
This was what she did for others, but from Callum’s responses and how she felt to hear and see what John was doing with Josie, she wanted more… so much more. The moments being shared seemed endless and boundless. Both of them were still surging towards an unknown peak of unhindered lust.
With a husky grunt, Callum pulled out from her mouth, his swollen length shining and dripping with her saliva. He was taken over by pure instinct now, and truly became a predator, pushing Beth down onto her back on the bed and, raising one of her legs onto his shoulder. His actions opened the way to her moist and inviting heat.
Beth, still gasping and swallowing, in a vain attempt to settle herself, watched as Callum loomed over her and with a lustful look in his eyes as he took in her naked body and where he wanted to be.
She could not find the words to delay the moment of his possession of her, and she realised that she had to brace herself no matter what she said. Callum handled his hardened length with confidence, rubbing the head against her belly and inner thighs. Then he dragged the length of it up and down along the line of her slit. Beth’s eyes were locked onto his now, her hands gripping his forearms. Her body ached with anticipation. Enough talk. Enough teasing. Enough temptation.
Her mind raged. “Just fuck me, dammit.”
With that verbal cue and the sight of her shapely body, her slicked heat, and the pink folds of her pussy open to his gaze, Callum steadied his shaft and then drove into her with one steady thrust.
“Aah…ohh!” Beth squeezed her eyes shut as he entered her. “That feels so good…so crazy and good!”
Their crotches met as he filled her. For several impossible seconds, he stayed inside of her, pulsing and throbbing, enjoying her warmth, her wetness, and her softness. Slowly he withdrew, almost his full length, before surging into her once again. It provoked sharp intakes of breath as Beth surrendered to the rushes of pleasure, the bed underneath her sagging as Callum’s thrusting and rocking movements steadily increased.
“You please me…how you please me!” he grunted as Beth groaned and moaned underneath him, his body caressed by her thighs before she locked her legs behind his back
He was fucking her. Every fibre in each hardened muscle in his young body was working now to well-tuned perfection, his penis filling her with thrust after thrust of hot lust. She clung to his neck and shared improbable and hot kisses with a young guy who was acting out the role of lover to perfection. Her spirits soared as she toiled to share in the act and was barely holding on. As the muscles in her crotch clenched, she felt every swollen inch of his cock as it passed in and out of her.
“Come on, Beth,” Callum urged with a deep, raspy breath, “Up and round.”
He withdrew for a moment and pulled her into a kneeling position and she stared down into Josie’s face. There was a weak smile to be seen there.
Her breaths quickened and then strained. She then gasped. Callum slammed into her from behind, his crotch crashing against the rounds of her buttocks as he thrust into her in a driving and easing rhythm. He dug his fingers into her swaying hips and slammed forward with impunity, over and over again.
“Ah…sorry John! I have to do it now!”
She felt her husband lean in and share a kiss and a moment’s interruption to what was being pursued with Josie. “I know and want that for you.”
“Ah! Ah!” Beth’s head snapped back with each rough stroke of his cock until she felt Callum’s fingers twist themselves into the strands of her soft hair. She raised her eyes to the ceiling and was lost in the rushes of pleasure as Callum was working so hard, banging his swollen length into her as fast as he could.
Both their bodies were aching
She shuddered, it felt better than she imagined. His cock was so thick, so hard, so warm. Her pussy was so tight it felt as though it was trying to hug his cock as she slid him deeper inside of her body, her clamping and wrenching pussy. When he was in as far as her body would allow, she pulled back from kissing him and whispered hotly.
“Really fuck me, Callum!”
He pushed her down, withdrew and Beth turned to lie on her back. She did as she demanded and he was soon buried inside her hot wet cunt. He let his body weight fall against her and she wrapped her legs around his waist. He thrust in and out of her as hard and as fast as he could, his cock stretching her pussy and bottoming out at the end of her love tunnel. She began to groan and whimper in ecstasy. Her orgasm built and built, and when it broke over her it drowned her body in waves of pleasure.
“Are you there?” he gasped.
“Yes…yes!” she shrieked. “Callum! Yes, I am Callum! Yes…go on…go on! Yes!”
Callum could feel her pussy spasming around his cock, and with her screaming in pleasure for him, he couldn’t hold it anymore. He shoved his cock deep inside her and rather than pulling out, he repeatedly thrust into her, feeling his cock head pushing against the end of her. His cock erupted, spurting wad after wad of his seed into her wonderful moist, and clamping cunt.
The reluctant woman he had first met was someone else now. She had changed and he knew that he would ache from what had been shared so tempestuously.
“That was so good…unreal for the first time!” he laughed in dismay and rolled off her. Callum lay down by her side and they listened to what was still being played out beside them on the wide bed, an insanely wide bed. It was as if the hotel, owners knew what could go down between people staying here.
His nuts were sore after what she had done for him. Beth had wasted him and what he saw in Josie’s eyes as she reached out to reclaim him was different from other times, and when two became four.
♥
“There’s a first time for everything…my Beth being on the bed with me as I love with another woman.”
Beth’s caresses have not stopped him from claiming the younger woman who asks so much of his energetic and lustful ways of taking her.
John says it as he kneels between Josie’s legs and trails slow kisses over her skin, from her ankles up and over her calves, behind her knees, then over the soft skin of her thighs, the fingers of one hand trailing over her pussy and prodding gently into her before he delights in the hollow of her tummy, her navel, the sight of her hip bones, her sagging but curvy breasts; all of them inflaming his senses. She’s young, so vital, so desirable.
“Lift your legs for me,” she hears him ask, through his caresses and kisses to her skin. She feels his lips nibble her butt cheeks before his mouth settles on her mound and his tongue begins its tantalizing dance over her slit. It moves from top to bottom, then back again, the tip pricking and flickering in unpredictable ways. “I’m going to eat you, Josie, you young beauty.”
“Feast on me!”
She can only laugh, a sound that turns into a groan as she succumbs to his hungry claims upon her, and she’s so unbothered that he pushes a small cushion under her buttocks to lift her closer and against his rampaging mouth. John reclaims her slicked heat, her thighs closing around his head and she shudders as he’s kept on her.
“You’ll wreck me”! she yells, succumbing to the shocks of her orgasm, mind and body becoming one, in no time at all, and because of what he’s doing to her, in her, but not yet with her. She clutches for Callum’s hand but he is lost in what is being pursued with Beth. The woman sure hid her wilder side from them!
“And I wanted to fuck you from the moment that I first saw you,” she hears him confess.
“You’re going to, so do it!”
She feels him ease away, her legs trembling from the thrill of his caressing hands and lips. She has seen how his penis distorted his swimming briefs, and now it will take her.
“Be patient for just a moment longer,” he says, kneeling on the bed between her legs and close enough to allow her to grasp his sac and that length of flesh that moves as he reaches for the pack of condoms on the bedside table. “I mustn’t forget to put one on, must I?”
“When I say so and not before.” She sits up and John kneels as she moves closer and his penis slaps against her hungering lips before her tongue swirls around and over the domed tip, her agile fingers wrapped around the veined skin and working him. She’ll gag if he humps her mouth in the deepening way that he now begins to pursue.
“More of that later,” he kisses as she is pulled off him, her look glazed as if she’s fallen into another world, having pursued an act with all but a stranger. “Lie down again for me, lovely Josie.”
She feels his kisses on her thighs, the soft flesh that his mouth trails over as his fingers again work her slit until his mouth lands upon it once more and his flickering tongue darts in and out. She bucks her hips, then twists as his fingers trail down to her butt hole, and his thumb presses on her pubic bone then onto her clit.
“John! What you’re doing to me is just crazy!” she calls out knowing that another orgasm is rushing to meet her.
The man knows it because he holds back, and relents in his taking of her, but his fingers continue in their beguiling caresses and pokes. Every touch is now devoted to her slit and pussy’s walls. She’s so wet that they glide over her enervated skin in featherlight caresses and tantalizing pokes.
“Don’t go too far with those touches to me…you know what I mean! I’m not into that!” she cries out, her words at odds with how she feels to have his touch, and yet she is undeniably thrilled by what he has sought to do. She’s just not into pursuing depraved ways of sex, but the best of casual loving with no commitments.
“Okay, Josie, so tell me when to stop.”
He continues to entice her with his touches, both to her pussy and the wrinkled skin of her butthole, but in one they tease the edges only. She can’t keep herself from trembling, bucking, and twisting her hips off the bed to meet his touches, the caresses to her clit taking her where she knows John wants to be. John’s ways are like a masseur’s caress, slow and deliberate, and she shudders again and is overcome with the rushes of an orgasm. She needed it all, what her nervy anticipation to be with him expected, and John’s evident years of experience that have been brought to his taking of her, so far.
“I want more, so much more!” she cries out and wrenches free of his hold upon her. She wants to touch and caress him, to stroke the hairy skin of his chest, to trail slow kisses over his prick and take him, plague him with her touches, just as he has done to her.
He lies down between her parted legs and rests on his elbows by her head, gazing admiringly at her body at how her breasts are splayed, her nipples hard and proud. He kisses and slides his tongue slowly over the warm skin beneath them, then sucks on her nipples, rolling them between his tugging lips.
“May I lick your clit?” he asks with a devilish grin on his lips and gazing into her eyes.
“Think I can stop you?” she stammers, his touches bringing her on once more.
“No, but it would be better if I feel your hands on me while I do that. We can play….”
John’s already trailing kisses down over her body as he finishes speaking and leaving no part unclaimed; her breasts, nipples, the hollow of her tummy as she draws in deep breaths of wanton pleasure, then down over her thighs, the soft flesh to be touched there. The pleasure builds up in her all over again, and she wants all of his attention paid to her clit, but John waits to do that. In expertly pleasurable ways he slicks his tongue over each side of her pussy and she feels only his tongue pleasuring her.
“You taste so good, Josie, so good,” he kisses and his fingers slowly tease her lips further apart before she feels them enter her body, to poke and swirl.
“Go on!” she gasps and reaches for his head to guide him in his claims. “Are you ever going to let me do something for you?”
“I can wait. Just enjoy what is happening between us right now.” He switches hands, but the attention upon her continues unrelentingly, his thumb gently working her clit as his fingers brush down and tease her forbidden spot. Together they slide and swirl over her wet, enervated, flesh in ways she has not known of before, the intensity of the seducing rhythm of his caresses making her buck her hips and claw at his skin.
“Oh…oh this is crazy!” she gasps as his fingers bring her to the edge before she tumbles into another orgasm, his fingers working her unrelentingly, faster, up and down over her slit and on her clit. She gushes as her climax engulfs her and she is dismayed at the effect that his touches have upon her, one climax following upon another. Callum’s good, but this guy has taken her to a new level of experience.
“You didn’t think you could do that, did you?” he smiles, moving over her to offer kisses as she clings to him and comes down from her highs, one wrecking climax following hard on another.
“No, I didn’t! I had no idea until you came along and showed me,” she laughs in some disbelief but in evident pleasure.
She meets Callum’s smile but he resumes pleasuring the older woman who writhes underneath him, her legs caressing and failing to grip his body. It seems to have become an unequal contest between them as they fuck.
John saw, from her wide-eyed reaction to what he brought, that she was concerned about how it would go from now on, but she moved to take his long, arcing, cock into her mouth, slicked and swirled her tongue over the domed tip, then down its sides, cupping his balls in her hand as she did so. Her ways soon had him swell to the max, to arouse a tightening in his belly and the gnaw of hunger for her body that eating her out alone had not fully satisfied.
“Go on, you’ve got me now,” he urged, as he held her head, and felt Josie’s hair run through his fingers as she bobbed up and down on him. After several minutes she eased her mouth from his swollen member and met his kiss, swirled her tongue in his mouth as they kissed, sucked the breath from each other, and tugged savagely on his cock. She was in control for now.
“You’re so long and so strong,” she murmurs in appreciation and resumes her claims upon it, giving him head as he guides her in these claims upon him. “Do you want me to go on?”
“Yes, you don’t have to ask me anything! Just do what you want! I’m loving being here with you.”
She keeps on pushing him back, to make John lie down and allow her the freedom to do what she wants. She is also a little curious at the change in him; the pursuer is now the pursued and she mouths him in quickening and tightening strokes, taking what she can deep in her mouth as one hand kneads his nut sac. John groans as she pursues only slow kisses over his length, swirls in tantalizing sweeps her tongue over his glistening tip, moist with precum.
“Me again!” he calls out and she’s pulled off him. “I can only take so much of that!”
John kneels between her legs pushes them up and buries his face into her slit once more, reaching up to clamp on her breasts before sliding caresses trail over her tummy, her cries to him as his tongue darts into her having no effect.
“It’s time for this, I think,” she hears him say, his fearsome grip on her legs pulling her to him as the domed tip of his penis presses against her pussy’s lips.
She groans and arches her back, claws at his chest as he enters her body and she shudders in dismay that he couldn’t wait any longer, just as she no longer could. He put the bulbous tip of his penis against the wet, swollen lips of her sex and penetrated deep and fast. Josie gasped for air, put her lips on his mouth, and attacked him with her tongue as he started taking her in a wild and unrestrained, pounding, rhythm, all finesse forsaken. He acted as if he had been starved of sex, the impetuousness of the events through the afternoon, and now this, a moment to savour.
One stroke follows another and, slowly, she is taking him deeper into her body, his lissom rocking and poking movements stretching her. He twists and prods; John moves his hips in a sinuous rhythm that has her climbing the walls in newly discovered pleasure. He almost lifts her off the bed with each thrust and she yelps in encouragement as she clings to him. They’re involved with each other and what Callum and Beth are engaged in scarcely registers.
“More…more…go on…more!” Josie calls out and John leans in, rests on his elbows, and fucks her at a stronger and quicker tempo, her legs caressing his hips and her arms clamped around his neck as he fills her with his staff of flesh, pounds against her and she can only cling to him.
“You’re so good in what you’re doing!” he calls out as she bucks her hips and tugs; summons up the strength to work him as he wants and she has been provoked into doing. He slides into her body with little or no resistance, his fingers having opened the way to do all that has followed. He now feels her slicked warmth enfold and sensually work him.
“You’re doing it so well! Go on, do it all for me, Josie…go on!”
“Fuck me, John! Fuck me hard! I need to have more orgasms and they’re going to be with you! Share it with me!” The older man knows what he’s at and she wants it all with him.
John loved the feel of her around him and forsook any finesse. He pounded into her and wrenched away, thrusting back in and withdrawing as if there would be no tomorrow, no repeat of what was being discovered and tempestuously shared.
He was being made ready to erupt, her youthful ways and boundless energy keeping him with her. They wanted the tempest of a one-night stand but loved the devotion that was being discovered, the sharing of the heat and in equal measure.
“You wonder…you wonder!” he gasped as Josie milked him, her pussy’s muscles tugging on him out of feral instincts. He could feel the pressure build in his nut sac, the gnawing pulses in his prick and the strain of his load wanting to burst free. He needed release, to find a way out of the torment that she brought to his driving prick.
“John!” She arched her back and wrapped her legs around him and felt John burst; felt his jerking body slam against her as his penis erupted and expelled wad after wad of his semen into her accepting pussy. “Don’t hold back!”
“How I wish!” John laughed against her young skin, buried his face between her breasts, and breathed in her perfumed heat. “How I wish that I could hold back a while longer. You gave me no chance to put on the condom.”
“I’ll take care of things if I have to, John. That was too good to make me stop.”
She shuddered as he finally withdrew and lay down. Her body ached and she became drowsily aware of Beth and Callum lying beside them. She now sought to lie on her man and Beth was coaxed into doing the same on John.
“Thanks for letting me do that, love,” Josie kissed, as Callum held her to him. “We may get wasted from doing this again…and again, while we’re here.”
Josie saw how John and Beth were engaged with each other, simply kissed and John held Beth in a tight embrace. She then chose to sit on him and, flaccid as it was, still took John into her slicked heat and where Callum had just been. How depraved it had all become between them! How ragingly pleasurable their couplings had been!
“I just want you there again,” Beth kissed as John’s hands closed around her breasts and he guided them in caressing his chest.
John held her to him, even as Josie leaned in to kiss his mouth before Callum reclaimed her.
“Enough for now, girl,” he rasped.
“Okay, okay, but I’m not through with this.” Josie lay down on him and felt John’s sliding caress as if to offer consolation. “We’ll make time to be together, again, all of us.”
♥
Josie was more settled, now that she had shared the heat with John, but Beth noticed her walk unsteadily to the bathroom after she had left their bed and they all composed themselves once more.
For her, the hours of the afternoon, since their arrival, had passed in a mesmerizing whirl in the pursuit of impetuous pleasure and recurring doubts. She had also succumbed to the attention of another man which had resulted in tempestuous sex. She too wondered if the walk back to her room would be managed without wobbling, by not taking faltering steps. To do so would reveal, to both Callum and, more importantly, John, that she had let go of all restraint and had been taken…taken to the peak of wanton pleasure.
Another man had been taken, had slipped her a length, and done more than any other she had been pursued by, while John had wildly and fiercely possessed the young woman with her lissom body and only too passionate and uninhibited ways. She had surrendered to Callum, broken her rules from before, on seeing how John behaved with Josie.
Josie had been visibly shaken by the orgasms that John had aroused and she had then accepted his warm seed.
Could it all be repeated? Could she again share in the acts that had been performed on her and she had offered in return?
“What we did together was a one-time thing,” she now told them, to anyone who would listen, but said for John’s benefit most of all. “I’ve got enough, share enough with my man for me not to go looking for more and with someone else.”
She would love with her man and John would do what he always did after going down on another woman, younger or of the same age as he was. John would stop playing away until restraint again took a toll on him. And, for her part, she had enough love for the two of them to share, and without the attentions of another upon her for that not to matter.
“We’ll have to wait and see where the next few days take us,” she said. “I’ve liked living for the moment, but it’s never been something that I’ve made a habit of.”
Josie was left to feel a moment’s parting touch to her arm before John was ushered out of the door, Beth following close behind him. The bath robes were ample cover for bodies warm and flushed from their exertions.
For the four of them, it had been a close encounter unlike any other.
♥
