I headed to the bathroom, my hand reaching for my razor. ‘Really?’ I thought, a flicker of frustration igniting within me. Men don’t like a little hair? I’d never shaved completely smooth before, but a strange sense of curiosity propelled me into the shower.
As I worked the razor over my skin, the initial discomfort soon gave way to a strange sense of liberation. The smoothness was undeniable, and perhaps, I understood the attraction.
Stepping out of the shower, I pulled on the new white bikini Damian had bought me. In the mirror, a different woman stared back. My tits, full and perky, strained against the halter neck, while the cheeky bottoms dared to reveal half my arse. I grabbed the tanning oil and descended the stairs.
Damian swore as I stepped into the garden with a bottle of wine encased in a cold sleeve and two glasses in hand.
“Holy fuck,” he gasped.
“What?” I asked, feigning surprise.
“You look fucking amazing,” he replied, his eyes wide with excitement.
“Good job it’s for your eyes only, then,” I teased.
The hours slipped by as we lay there relaxed and in silence. A parched throat tugged at my attention from the couple of glasses of wine i’d already consumed.
“I’m going to grab some water,” I announced. “Want anything?”
“No i’m good, thanks babe.”
The cool embrace of the fridge was a welcome relief as I leaned in, the chilled air brushing against my exposed skin. The the doorbell interrupted the peaceful moment. I couldn’t possibly answer the door like this.
I peered through the window at Damian, but he seemed to bee talking to someone on the phone. Reluctantly, I headed towards the front door, the insistent ringing growing louder. The thought of a robe went through my mind, but I couldn’t be bothered to go upstairs. With a shrug, I swung open the door.
Eli stood on the porch, his jaw slack as his gaze swept over me. A flush crept up his cheeks as his eyes darted away, then back to my face. He was wearing some shorts and a t-shirt.
“Oh, erm, hey Jane, sunbathing?” he smiled, his gaze lingering a moment too long on my exposed skin, as I crossed my arms to try and cover up as much as possible.
“No, this is just my loungewear. I normally walk around in a bikini,” I joked, my tone light but my eyes flashing a warning.
“My eyes are up here, Eli!” I said with a forceful tone.
Damian joined me at the front door. “Oh hey Eli,” he said, his voice casual. “Everything OK?”
“Oh, erm, I’m in a bit of a pickle. I’ve misplaced my keys in town and can’t get into my house. I have a spare key, but my friend has it and he’s not home yet,” he explained. “I know you’re busy, but do you mind if I come in and wait until he comes home?”
“Of course not,” Damian replied, his voice strangely eager. I shot him a glare, a silent question hanging in the air. Why?
Damian opened the door and invited Eli in. “Want a beer?” he offered, Eli nodding in agreement. I retreated back outside, returning to my sunbathing and wine. I could hear their muffled conversation, the words lost in the summer breeze.
A short while later, the sliding door opened. Eli emerged, beer in hand, followed by Damian. They both sauntered over, a strange camaraderie between them. “Here, take a seat, make yourself comfortable,” Damian gestured, grabbing a chair and plonking it down next to his lounger, facing both of us.
“Sorry about this. It’s very uncharacteristic of me,” Eli explained, his sunglasses hiding his gaze as he sat down, beer in hand. I knew he was watching me. I could feel it. His words were just a distraction, a smokescreen for his intent.
“Wow, it’s hot, isn’t it?” he commented, casually shedding his T-shirt.
Both Damian and I were momentarily stunned as this imposing figure, a towering black man, sat there half-naked. My mind flashed back to earlier that day when Eli had watched us fuck through the kitchen window.
A shiver of unwanted excitement ran through me, as my eyes lingered on the man’s dark, muscular chest. For his age, he was remarkably fit. My gaze drifted, taking in his broad shoulders and sculpted stomach. But it wasn’t just his physique that captivated me. There was an aura of confidence that seemed to emanate from him, a raw power and masculinity that was both intimidating and I hate to say, alluring. Damian’s raised eyebrows confirmed my thoughts. We shared a silent understanding, a recognition of his impressive physique.
Damian’s voice sliced through the silence, “You like Jane’s new bikini then?” I lay frozen, the sun’s warmth doing little to soothe my racing pulse and hearing the unexpected question from my husband.
My heart pounded in my chest as I struggled to remain still and I shot Damian a venomous glare and kicked him with as much subtlety as I could muster, though the movement of the lounger betrayed my intent. Damian merely grinned in response. I glared at him again, mouthing the words, “Fuck off.”
Eli seemed momentarily lost for words, his brow furrowing as he removed his sunglasses. His brown eyes, intense and probing, bored into mine. A long moment passed, the silence stretching between us.
Finally, he spoke, his voice rough, “Erm, yes, I do,” he admitted, as his eyes roamed my body again. His honesty was disarming, yet his continued ogling unsettled me. My mouth felt parched, and I took a sip of water.
“She said it was for my eyes only, so count yourself lucky!” he chuckled.
I couldn’t resist another retaliatory kick, though his laughter only grew louder.
“You bought it, remember?” I retorted, a playful smirk playing on my lips. “If other guys want to stare, it’s your problem, not mine.” Damian and Eli exchanged a chuckle, the tension in the air easing.
“I can’t help it, darling,” Damian teased. “The moment I saw it, I knew it was perfect for you.”
His voice dropped to a whisper as he leaned in close. “I’m going fuck you in it later.” A shiver ran down my spine as he sealed his words with a kiss. I was convinced Eli heard, as i noticed a sly grin across his face.
I closed my eyes, the world a blur behind my lids. I reached for the oil, a blend of baby oil and suntan lotion and squeezed some into my hand. As I began to smooth the oil over my exposed skin and i felt them watching me as my hands coated the oil over the top of my tits.
“Enjoying the show?” I asked, a sarcastic grin playing on my lips. They smiled back, their eyes still lingering and yet they didn’t say a word.
Silence settled over us, broken only by the soft clink of Eli placing his beer on the floor. I reached for the wine, only to find the bottle empty.
“I think I need another one,” I mumbled, rising to my feet.
I walked into the kitchen and opened the fridge. I grabbed a few strawberries and the last bottle of wine, devouring the fruit and pouring myself a glass. As I turned to head to the bathroom, I froze. Eli stood there, his large, black cock exposed pissing into the toilet. He didn’t seem the least bit embarrassed, his eyes fixed on mine.
Oh, sorry,” I muttered, my face flushing a deep crimson.
“It’s no problem,” he replied, his low voice echoing off the tiled walls. My gaze, involuntarily drawn, lingered on the impressive sight of his huge cock.
“I thought it was my house for a minute,” he explained, in a casual voice. “Old habit from living solo leaving the door open. Sorry about that.”
“Oh, um…yeah…it’s OK,” I stammered, my eyes still fixed on the spectacle. Every encounter with him seemed to offer a new, uninhibited display of his cock. Was it intentional, or simply a by-product of his carefree nature? I mean who could blame him? Any man would be proud to show off such a huge cock. I stood there, transfixed, as the stream of urine arced from his circumcised head into the toilet bowl. Why wasn’t i moving? My heart pounded as I retreated to the kitchen, replaying the scene in my mind. The toilet flushed, and Eli stepped into the kitchen.
“Sorry about that,” he apologised again.
“Oh, erm, it’s, you know, well, it’s fine,” I replied, my words slurring slightly as a blush crept across my cheeks.
“Is it okay if I grab two more beers?” he asked.
I nodded and my eyes wandered to his bare torso. My mind flashed back to the image of him watching us through the window, and i felt a familiar warmth between my legs. I quickly shook off the intrusive thought and took a sip of wine.
As he opened the fridge, he grabbed two beers, his muscular arms flexing with each movement. There was something undeniably alluring about him, something that went beyond the explicit nature of the videos. Despite his age, his body was lean and toned, every curve and contour a testament to his physical prowess.
He turned to me, a playful smile on his lips. “Do you have an opener?” he asked.
I nodded and rummaged through the drawers until I found one, handing it to him. Our fingers brushed, sending a jolt of electricity through me. ‘What was wrong with me?’ I thought, my face flushing once more. He opened the beers and placed the opener on the counter.
“Thanks,” he said, with a glint in his eyes. He turned and walked back outside, leaving me alone with my racing thoughts.
I took a few deep breaths, trying to calm down. The urge to relieve myself was overwhelming, so I headed to the bathroom. As I sat on the toilet, the tension in my bladder finally eased. Yet, even as my body found relief, my mind was far from calm.
Involuntary images of Eli’s cock flashed before my eyes. I knew it was wrong, and i couldn’t understand it. Were they a betrayal of my own hidden desires? The more I tried to suppress the thoughts, the more vivid they became.
As I finished and cleaned myself, I realised I was turned on when the tissue brushed against my swollen clit. My body reacted involuntarily, betraying my attempts at self-control. Frustration washed over me. ‘What was wrong with me? Why couldn’t I just focus?’ I pulled up my bikini bottoms and washed my hands, the cool water doing nothing to help with my emotions.
Damian and Eli shared a mischievous grin as I stepped back outside with my drink.
“What’s got you two so amused?” I asked, a hint of suspicion in my voice as I settled onto my lounger.
“Oh, just a little chat,” Eli replied and gave me a wink.
“Yeah, right,” I scoffed, not buying that response for a second.
“Well, if you must know,” Damian interjected, “Eli was just telling me about that little incident just now. You know, when you walked in on him, uh, taking care of business?”
My face flushed a deep crimson. “Yeah, well, don’t let it happen again,” I muttered, trying to play it off casually. “Lock the door next time”.
“Sorry, Jane. Won’t happen again,” Eli whispered, his eyes dark and intense.
Then there was an electric tension, a silence stretching between us like a taut wire. My thoughts, however, were far from the present moment. They were consumed by the memory of that huge cock, its sheer size etched into my mind. The image of him in the video, the way he’d moved with such raw power, the ecstasy painted across that girl’s face as he pounded her from behind – it was a sight that was igniting a fire. Could it be true? Did such a thing truly exist, a big cock capable of delivering such intense pleasure? The growing dampness between my thighs was a stark reminder of the carnal desires which were awakening. I needed to get a grip before they consumed me entirely.
“I was just telling Eli, is it because he’s black,” said Damian with a grin on his face.
I swatted his arm playfully as I knew exactly what they were talking about, but my heart pounded in my chest.
“Sorry, babe,” Damian apologised, “I’m just a little jealous, that’s all. Any guy would be.”
I rolled my eyes. “Why do guys always have to talk about dicks and their size? It’s not just about the size, it’s about how you use it. It’s like having a Ferrari. Doesn’t matter if you can’t drive it.”
Eli and Damian exchanged a surprised look.
“Wow, Jane, you tipsy?” Damian chuckled.
“What if the guy has the Ferrari and can also drive it?” Eli asked, his voice suggestive.
A blush crept across my cheeks. “Well, I guess the passenger would get a nice ride,” I replied, feeling a little flustered,
Damian grinned. “Very true, babe. But I’m sure the driver would enjoy it too.”
They both looked at me waiting for my response but i just scoffed and put my head back.
Mind putting some of this on my back?” Eli asked, extending the bottle to Damian. He shifted slightly, offering Damian an unobstructed view of the smooth expanse of his back.
Damian scoffed, “You’re kidding, right? You know that’s tanning oil.”
“So? Black skin needs protection too,” Eli countered. “Factor 20. Come on.”
“No chance,” Damian replied.
Eli’s lips curved into a teasing smile. “I bet girls would do it for each other, huh, Jane?” He glanced at me, a mischievous glint in his eyes that made my pulse quicken.
I nodded, feeling a warmth spread through my cheeks.
“Yeah, well, we’re not girls,” Damian retorted.
Eli persisted, a hint of challenge in his voice. “Oh, come on. It’s no different than you doing it for Jane.”
Damian chuckled. “She’s my wife. And she’s female. This is different.”
An unexpected surge of heat shot through me, a tightening in my chest that stole my breath. I was losing patience with their debate and i just wanted peace and quiet. “I’ll do it,” I blurted, the words tumbling out before I could stop them, surprising even myself. My sudden outburst hung in the air, a sudden shift in the atmosphere, heavy with a promise I hadn’t intended to make, but now felt obliged to go through with.
I pushed myself to my feet and I could feel their eyes on me, twin points of focus that burned into my skin. I looked at Damian briefly and he raised his eyebrows and gave me a wicked grin. Eli’s expression was more open, a mixture of surprise and excitement. He smiled while I took the bottle from his outstretched hand and gestured towards the lounger with a slight tilt of my head. “Sit,” I said, my voice lower than intended and with a newfound intensity.
I settled onto the edge of the lounger behind him. The scent of his skin, warm and musky, filled my senses. I squirted a generous amount of oil into my palm, the cool liquid slick against my skin. Then, slowly, deliberately, I began.
My fingers trailed across the smooth expanse of his back. His skin, taut and muscular beneath my touch, rippled and flexed subtly as I moved. It was a canvas of smooth, dark skin, inviting and warm. A series of intricate tattoos, a swirling tapestry of ink, snaked across his broad shoulders and down his spine. I traced the edge of one, the pad of my thumb lingering on the raised ink, feeling the subtle texture beneath my fingertips. The silence between us all was thick with tension, broken only by the sound of my heavy breathing.
As I massaged the oil into Eli’s skin, my fingers working in slow, deliberate circles, I became acutely aware of Damian’s watching the scene unfold. I wondered what he was thinking watching his wife rub lotion onto another man. Maybe it was the fact i was secretly enjoying the sensation of his skin on my hands. I looked at Damian, his eyes followed my every movement.
“Jealous?” I teased, a playful smirk curving my lips as we stared at each other.
He chuckled, “not jealous at all. You’re just making sure he doesn’t burn.” His eyes never left mine, the intensity of his stare sending a shiver down my spine while i gave him a cute smile.
“So considerate,” I replied, my tone dripping with sarcasm, though a thrill of something I couldn’t quite name ran through me at his attention.
My hands continued their rhythmic movements, the oil now slick on both Eli’s skin and my own. I revelled in the contrast of our bodies, the smooth warmth of my olive skin against the rich, deep ebony of his. I kneaded the tense muscles in his shoulders and back, feeling them begin to relax under my touch. A low moan escaped Eli’s lips, a sound that vibrated through his body and sent a wave of heat washing over me. The sound of him groaning reminded me of the look on his face, while he pounded that girl from behind in the video. I felt my pussy spasm slightly and I tried to ignore what was going on between my legs.
Damian’s eyes widened as I noticed him look down to Eli’s crotch, and he mouthed, “Fuck, he’s hard.” The words, though unspoken, hit me like a hammer.
I stopped and took my hands away. My heart was pounding a heavy rhythm against my ribs as I realised this was bad, really bad.
“Why’d you stop?” Eli asked, with disappointment.
“I’m finished,” I managed to say, my voice slightly breathless as I quickly retreated, putting some much-needed distance between us.
“Oh, come on, babe. He was enjoying that,” Damian chuckled, his eyes dancing with mischief as he turned his attention to me. “What about you, honey? Your back looks a little pink. Why don’t you let Eli return the favour?”
My eyes widened in surprise. “What? No, that’s okay.” The thought of Eli touching me, after what had just transpired, sent a shiver of apprehension through me, especially as he was getting turned on! I just hoped he wouldn’t turn around.
“Hang on, so we just had this conversation,” Damian continued, his tone taking on a challenging edge. “I thought it was okay for the opposite sexes to help each other out?”
“Yeah, but…” I stammered, unsure how to articulate the sudden shift in the situation.
“Yeah, but nothing,” he interrupted, cutting me off. “If it’s fine for you to rub oil on Eli, then surely it’s okay for him to do the same for you?” He was deliberately pushing me, testing my boundaries, and a strange thrill shot through me at his audacity.
I glared at my husband and gave him an evil stare. However, he knew exactly what he was doing, expertly manoeuvring me closer to the edge of my comfort zone. He then picked up his phone, a sudden, almost theatrical gesture, and said, “Oh, hang on, Ryan is calling me. I’ll go inside and take this.” With that, he turned and disappeared into the house, leaving myself and Eli alone. I found it a little strange; his phone hadn’t rung, and it was unusual for him to take a call inside when we were all relaxing outside. But in the whirlwind of emotions I was experiencing, I didn’t dwell on it for long.
Eli turned to me, as his eyes roamed over my body once more. My own eyes flicked down to his shorts and a sense of relief came over me that he was no longer hard. I grabbed my glass and gulped down the wine, hoping he wouldn’t talk to me.
A few moments later, Damian returned. “Hey, guys. Ryan just rang and has an emergency he needs help with down the road. So I’m going to head out.”
“Now? Really? What sort of an emergency?” I asked, a hint of suspicion in my voice.
“Some kind of leak. Anyway, you guys stay here. Enjoy the sun.” With that, he left, leaving Eli and myself alone. I was a little stunned, both by Damian’s sudden departure and the strange urgency of the emergency.
“Seems pretty bad,” Eli said as he looked at me a little concerned.
“Yeah, hopefully he won’t be long. Don’t feel like you need to stay here,” I said, my voice trembling slightly.
“Nah, I’m good,” he replied. Of course he wouldn’t leave. It was pointless even asking him! He leaned back, closing his eyes, but I knew he was watching me, savouring the way the sunlight played across my skin.
Great. Now I was left alone in my skimpy bikini with this perverted old man, and the only emergency I could think about was the one brewing between us.
A silence stretched between us, heavy and suffocating. Each breath, each shift of his body, amplified the tension coiling around me. I knew he was studying me, his gaze a slow, deliberate caress that made my skin prickle.
“You’re very quiet,” he finally said.
“Hmmm,” I murmured, my eyes fluttering shut, insinuating that i didn’t want to talk.
“Not enjoying the sun anymore?”
“Just thinking,” I replied, my voice tight.
“About what?”
“Nothing, really. Just relaxing.”
The lie tasted bitter on my tongue. Relaxation was impossible with him so close.
I heard him shifting in his seat, the sound of the oil bottle opening a low, metallic counterpoint to the silence. “Hey, you want me to put some on your back? You did look like you were getting a bit red.”
My eyes snapped open, the sudden brightness momentarily blinding me. I squinted at him, my eyes adjusting to the glare. “No, thank you,” I replied, my tone cool, though my heart hammered against my ribs.
“You sure? I don’t mind,” he insisted.
“I’m fine, thank you.” My eyes darted down to his huge chest, despite my best efforts to resist. His body glistened in the sunlight highlighting the contours of his muscles. How could a man so old have such a physique?
“Suit yourself,” he said and he started pouring oil into his hand before rubbing the liquid into his chest. My eyes widened as he moved with a practiced grace, his hands gliding smoothly across his body, the motion deliberate and sensual. My mouth went dry, and I took another sip of wine, the cool liquid doing little to quench the sudden thirst that had gripped me.
He continued as his hands trailed down his stomach and up his sides. The movements were unhurried, each touch a slow, deliberate caress.
After a few moments, I heard him ask, “You sure you don’t want any?”
“Oh… I… erm, well… no, thank you,” I stuttered, the words tumbling out in a rush. But then, a wave of self-doubt washed over me. I did need some but was that the reason i was hesitant in my response, or was it the fact i wanted his hands on me?
“I really think you need some,” he said.
I hesitated, a war raging within me. Curiosity battled with apprehension. “Okay, fine,” and I finally gave in to his persistence.
“You should lie down,” Eli said and smiled, “It’ll be easier.” And somehow, I found myself obeying, my body moving before my mind could fully comprehend what I was doing.
“Thanks,” I muttered, trying to appear casual, though my heart was pounding against my ribs.
“No problem,” he replied, his tone deceptively nonchalant.
I heard him pour some oil into his hand. A gasp escaped my lips as his warm hands touched my shoulders. “You’re tense,” he commented. “Just relax,” he continued with a soothing voice. I took a deep breath, trying to calm the frantic beating of my heart, and closed my eyes as he began to knead my skin.
His hands felt different to Damian’s, larger, encompassing more of me. They were warmer too, the oil melting into my skin, leaving a trail of heat in its wake.
“My late wife was a masseuse,” he explained, “she taught me a lot.”
“Really?” I asked, intrigued, though my mind was more focused on the sensations coursing through my body.
“Yeah,” he chuckled. “She had the most amazing hands. She could always find the knots and just work them out.”
I felt his hands trail down my back, his touch light and sensual. He moved from my shoulders down my back, his fingers dancing over my skin, each touch sending me into total relaxation.
I heard him pour some more oil into his hand, and I felt his hands move lower, exploring the curve of my lower back. He continued and his fingers traced the contours of my hips, his knuckles pushing against the sides of my spine. “Fuck that’s good,” I moaned, my eyes still closed, surrendering to the pleasure. He continued to work his magic, his hands moving lower, exploring the delicate flesh beneath my bikini top.
Then, I felt his fingers slide under the ties, and a slight tug but i was so lost in the moment, I thought nothing of it.
His hands moved up to my neck, his fingers gently squeezing the muscles beneath my skin. Then, I felt a tug, and the other tie of my bikini top. I barely registered it as Eli continued to work my neck, his hands a whirlwind of soothing pressure. I was in a state of pure bliss, utterly captivated by his touch. It was as if I were under a spell, a willing prisoner of his skilled hands.
He moved down to my shoulders, his thumbs digging deep into the muscle, working out the tension. I could feel his hands start to move lower, his fingers tracing a path down my back, brushing against the sensitive skin beneath my armpits. Then, I felt his thumbs brush against the sides of my tits, which made me flinch a a little. His hands continued their descent, moving onto my legs.
“Oh, erm… are my legs… oh… erm…oh,” I mumbled, my voice a breathless whisper. His thumbs started to knead the backs of my thighs, sending another wave of pleasure over me. My legs weren’t part of the deal, but it felt too good to stop.
I couldn’t believe I was here, sprawled on the lounger, while Eli expertly massaged my legs. The sensation was incredible and I could hear his heavy breathing, a low, rhythmic sound that mirrored the pounding of my own heart. The tension in the air was almost palpable, thick and suffocating.
He poured more oil into his hand, the sound of the bottle squirting liquid did nothing to help what was going on between my legs. His hands moved with a practiced grace, kneading my calves, then gliding down to my feet. I felt him shift, the weight of his body settling against the lounger. He gently pulled my feet onto his lap, and began to massage them. I’d never experienced such bliss, such pure, unadulterated pleasure and relaxation from a massage. A low moan escaped my lips, involuntary and unrestrained. I heard Eli’s breath hitch, a sharp intake that sent a jolt of awareness through me.
His thumbs pressed into the soles of my feet, circling and probing. I gasped, the sensation so intense it took my breath away. My mind was a haze, lost in a sea of pleasure. I had no idea what was happening, only that I felt incredible. He touched a certain spot on my foot, and an electric current surged through me, straight between my legs. “Oh fuck yeah, what is that?” I asked, biting my lip to stifle another moan.
“What, this?” he murmured, pressing again. Another jolt, more intense this time, shot through me. I felt my pussy clench, and I could feel myself getting wet.
“Ah yeah,” I gasped. I barely registered the fact my foot curled against his shaft which was trailing down his leg. I was so consumed by the pleasure he was inflicting upon me.
Eli groaned, “Is this okay?” He pressed down again, sending another jolt between my legs which made me gasp, my breath catching in my throat. “Oh fuck,” I whispered, biting my lip again to stifle the sound. The pleasure between my legs was incredible, a primal sensation that had me gasping for air. I felt a dampness spreading between my thighs, my body responding to the intense stimulation.
Unconsciously, my other foot began to rub against his cock and I could feel him hardening beneath me. I was lost in the sensation, utterly consumed by the pleasure, oblivious to the implications of my actions.
“Mmmm, mmmm, oh, ahhhh,” I moaned, the sounds escaping me involuntarily.
I was so lost in the pleasure, so completely absorbed by the sensations, that I didn’t realise what I was doing until I felt a sudden shift beneath me. His exposed cock, semi-erect, pressed against my foot. My eyes flew open, a jolt of panic shooting through me. I tried to pull my feet back, but he pressed down again, silencing my protest.
“Ah, shit,” I gasped, my breath quickening.
“Just relax and enjoy,” he growled but I was no longer in a state of blissful surrender. I came back to my senses, the realisation of what had happened crashing over me. I scrambled to my feet, my breasts exposed to the sun. “Fuck,” I cursed, scrambling for my bikini top, my hands trembling as I tried to cover myself.
He stood up, his massive cock escaping the confines of his shorts. It was a huge and a bead of pre-cum clung to the tip, glistening in the sunlight. I couldn’t look away, mesmerised by what was in front of me.
He started to move towards me, but I couldn’t bear to face him. I turned and fled, running up the stairs, my heart pounding against my ribs. I slammed the bathroom door behind me, locking it with trembling hands, desperate to escape the intensity of the moment.
My mind raced, a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. Betrayal, shame, guilt – these were the dominant feelings, but beneath them, a strange sense of excitement simmered. I had never experienced anything like it, the intensity of the sensations, the way my body had responded without my conscious permission. The only problem was that he was a dirty old man, a predator who had taken advantage of my innocence and I was married!
I looked at myself in the mirror, my reflection a stranger. My skin was flushed, my nipples hard as pebbles beneath my fingers. Shame washed over me.
My bikini bottoms were damp, a stark reminder of how turned on I was. My mind was a jumble of conflicting thoughts and emotions. Guilt warred with a forbidden curiosity, anger with a lingering sense of arousal.
Then I heard the door handle rattle, and I panicked. “Jane, are you okay?” It was Damian’s voice, a welcome interruption to the chaos in my mind. I felt like a naughty child, caught red-handed in a forbidden act.
“Yeah, fine,” I replied, my voice cracking. I was glad he was back. I was a mess, both physically and emotionally, but I desperately needed relief.
I unlocked the door, and there was Damian. The sight of him sent a jolt of pure desire through me. Without a second thought, I crashed my lips against his in a fierce, hungry kiss. “You have to fuck me, right now,” I demanded, the words a raw, breathless plea. His eyes widened, a flicker of surprise quickly replaced by a burning intensity that mirrored my own.
My fingers fumbled with the hem of his t-shirt, pulling it over his head and tossing it carelessly aside. His trousers followed, sliding down his legs to pool at his feet. Then, his boxers joined them, revealing his growing cock. “I need you inside me, now,” I groaned, my voice thick with desperation.
I removed my bottoms and then tugged him into the shower, the cool spray a stark contrast to the heat on my skin. I pressed against him, kissing him deeply, my tongue tangling with his in a frantic dance. “Fuck me, Damian,” I pleaded, the words escaping my lips in a ragged whisper. I turned, presenting my back to him, arching my hips and glancing back over my shoulder.
“Please, baby. I need it,” I begged, the vulnerability in my voice only adding fuel to the fire. He stood there for a moment, his gaze devouring me, drinking in every curve of my body. The silence stretched, thick with anticipation. “Fuck me, Damian. I need you inside me now!!” I cried out, and finally he moved forwards.
Being a lot taller, Damian lowered himself, aligning his body with mine. His legs braced wide, mine only slightly parted, creating a delicious friction. His hands settled on my hips and he teased my swollen lips with the head of his cock and he finally pressed the tip inside.
I was so wet he slid in effortlessly, a low moan escaping my lips as he filled me, his groin pressing against my ass. I craved a deeper connection, a more substantial presence, but his cock, while firm, wasn’t doing enough. I tightened my inner muscles, clenching around his shaft, finally feeling his presence. “Oh babe do that again, you feel so good,” he groaned.
“Damian, fuck me, please. Fuck me hard,” I begged, the words a raw, urgent plea.
“God, you’re so sexy,” he moaned, his hips beginning to move, slow, deliberate thrusts at first, gradually building in speed and intensity.
“Yes, Damian, that’s it. Fuck me, baby,” I cried out, but a nagging thought lingered. I wished he was bigger, thicker. I yearned for the overwhelming sensation of a truly thick, meaty cock. The image of Eli’s cock, slick with his own cum, flashed through my mind. A pulse of heat throbbed between my legs, and my hand instinctively moved to my clit, my fingers finding the sensitive nub. I was on the verge, desperate for release, even as Damian continued to thrust.
Damian’s groans and grunts filled the air, his fingers digging into my hips as he drove into me. His breath came in ragged gasps, and I knew he was close. I was right there with him, a desperate need for release building inside me. My hand moved instinctively, rubbing my clit furiously. Then, it happened. A powerful orgasm ripped through me, my body convulsing as I cried out, “Fuck, yes! Yes! Fuck me, Eli, fuck me!”
Damian’s rhythm faltered, he froze for a split second, and then I heard his own cry, “Jesus, fuck, Jane! Fuck!” I felt him tense, then shudder and groan as his cock throbbed inside me. He was cumming too, and we both moaned as we reached the peak of our shared pleasure.
As Damian pulled out, his cum leaking from my pussy, I turned, the full weight of what I’d just said not yet hitting me. “Sorry, babe. I was just really horny. I needed it,” I mumbled. His eyes narrowed slightly, a small smile playing on his lips. “Did you just call me Eli?”
“No, of course not,” I stammered, the words barely out of my mouth before the truth crashed down on me. “Oh shit.”
“Babe, it’s fine,” he said, pulling me close and kissing me softly.
“I’m so sorry,” I sobbed, the guilt a heavy weight in my chest.
“Jane, honestly, it’s fine. You were horny,” he reassured me, then his expression turned more serious. “But did something happen outside while I was out?” The question hung in the air, and I knew I couldn’t avoid it any longer. I didn’t want to lie, but how could I possibly tell him that Eli had his hands all over me?
“Erm, no, nothing happened,” I mumbled, avoiding his eyes. Damian pulled me closer, his touch gentle.
“Baby, it’s fine. Talk to me. You can tell me anything.”
The dam broke. I couldn’t hold back any longer. “Damian, I’m so sorry. I don’t know what happened,” I choked out, tears streaming down my face.
“Babe, come here,” he said softly, turning off the shower and looking at me with concern etched on his face. “What happened, baby?” His voice was soft and reassuring.
“I’m so sorry. He’s just a dirty pervert. I told you he was.”
“What happened, babe?” he repeated gently.
“Well, he offered to put some sun lotion on me, and I let him. He massaged my back, and…” I hesitated, the memory making me feel sick.
“And?” he prompted.
“He went lower, did my legs, and I was so relaxed. He moved down and started to massage my feet. He hit certain spots which made me… oh god, I can’t believe this,” I stammered, fresh tears welling up. Damian pulled me into a comforting hug.
“It’s okay, babe. You can tell me,” he murmured, his voice full of concern.
“He kept hitting the same spot, and i was in my own world. My foot accidentally brushed against his…you know….” I gulped, the rest of the story tumbling out in a rush. “I’m so sorry, Damian. I’m so sorry. It was an accident. I went to get up, and my top fell off and….”
“Oh god, babe. What happened next?” he asked, his voice tight.
“I grabbed my top, covered myself, and got up. I turned and ran inside, and well, then you knocked on the door. Oh God, this is a nightmare. He’s such a dirty old pervert. I fucking hate him.”
He smiled at me, a reaction I didn’t expect. Confusion washed over me. “What? Why are you smiling?”
“Well, you don’t really hate him, do you?” he asked, a knowing glint in his eyes.
“What are you talking about? Of course, I hate him. He’s a disgusting pervert,” I retorted, but Damian simply grinned.
“Well, you just said, ‘Eli, fuck me,'” he pointed out. I was utterly speechless. I took a step out of the shower, desperately wishing this conversation would end, wishing I could crawl into a hole and disappear.
“Babe, look at me,” he said gently, lifting my chin so our eyes met. “It’s natural to have fantasies and desires. It’s nothing to be ashamed of. In fact, it’s really sexy and hot. You know what? You can fantasise all you like, and if that turns you on and gets you going, then go for it. Just be honest and open and talk to me.”
“Fantasise? With Eli? You’re fucking kidding me, right?” I exclaimed.
He didn’t respond, the silence confirming his suspicions. I hated the smug look on his face. Even if there was a kernel of truth to what he was implying, I needed to ensure those thoughts remained hidden away.
“Come here,” he said, pulling me close. His body was warm against mine, and I could feel the steady beat of his heart.
“He’s not still here, is he? Please tell me he’s gone,” I pleaded, a wave of panic washing over me.
“Don’t worry, babe. He’s gone,” Damian reassured me.
“How do you know?” I asked, needing confirmation.
“When I got back, he was just leaving,” he explained.
“Thank fuck for that,” I breathed a sigh of relief, clinging to him tightly.
“You still going out with Emma?” he asked, changing the subject.
“Yes, it’s been ages since we went out, and it’ll be good to catch up,” I replied.
“Where are you going?” he asked.
“I think she mentioned a new place in town.”
“Well, you’d better get ready then,” he said with a look of concern.
I glanced at my watch and couldn’t believe the time. “Shit shit shit! I didn’t realise the time!”
“Why? What time is she coming?”
“In twenty minutes!”
“That’s early!”
“I know. She wants to go out earlier as the babysitter can’t stay late. I don’t even know what to wear! Will you help me choose?”
“Sure. I’ll pick something out for you. Come on,” he said, leading me to the dressing room.
“Now, let’s see. What will you wear tonight?” he murmured, beginning to search through the racks of clothes.
I stood and watched him, admiring his physique as he stood there in just his boxers. He had a great body, and I knew I was lucky.
“Ah, perfect,” he announced, pulling out a short knitted lace dress with a plunging neckline.
“Oh, erm, I forgot I had that,” I said. “I don’t think I’ve ever worn it. It’s too revealing,” I added, feeling a little self-conscious. Damian just grinned.
“You’re going out with Emma, babe. I’m sure she’ll be wearing something similar. Come on, try it on,” he urged.
“Okay, fine,” I conceded, dropping my towel and quickly putting on some white panties and a matching bra. I pulled on the dress and looked at myself in the mirror. It was shorter than I remembered, and the lace was slightly see-through, revealing the outline of my underwear.
“What do you think?” I asked nervously, smoothing down the fabric.
“Babe, you look amazing,” he exclaimed, his eyes full of admiration.
“Really? You want your wife to go out in this?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Absolutely. You look stunning. Men will be drooling over you,” he said, a playful smirk on his face.
“Hmmm, not sure if that’s a good thing or not,” I mused, a small smile playing on my lips.
“Come here,” he commanded, his voice suddenly husky.
I walked over to him, and he grabbed me, pulling me close and kissing me passionately. “I love you, and I’m the luckiest guy in the world,” he murmured against my lips.
“Awww, thank you, baby. I love you too,” I replied, kissing him again.
“You’re hot, damn sexy, and incredibly beautiful. I love watching other men check you out. It turns me on,” he confessed, kissing me again, a little harder this time.
“Really? I don’t understand you lately,” I said, surprised by his words.
“Fuck, yeah,” he confirmed, his eyes darkening. “I have a confession to make. I, erm…” He trailed off, looking suddenly embarrassed.
“Tell me,” I encouraged, suddenly intrigued by his change in demeanour.
“Earlier, when I got that call from Ryan,” he began, his voice low, “I was about to leave when he phoned back and said he’d sorted it. When I walked back into the lounge, I saw Eli with his hand on you, rubbing your back. I saw the whole thing.”
“Oh my god,” I whispered, my stomach twisting. “Why didn’t you say something? Why didn’t you stop him?”
“Well, at first I felt angry,” he admitted, “and then… well… seeing him touch you, and seeing the pleasure on your face… I’ve never seen you like that before. I got excited. He was touching you, rubbing your skin, and his black hands were all over you. Seeing you like that was incredible.”
I didn’t know what to say. I felt even more ashamed and guilty than before. “Damian, oh my god, I’m so sorry. I… oh shit, this is fucked up.”
“No, babe, it’s okay. Seriously, it’s fine,” he reassured me. “I enjoyed watching, and you know what? It was sexy. You looked so fucking hot lying there.”
“Damian, this is not right,” I protested, completely bewildered by his reaction.
“Jane, it’s fine, honestly. Anyway, what I’m trying to say is that if guys pay you attention, I’m cool with it. If you want to tease and flirt, then go for it, but I want to hear all about it when you get home. Tell me how excited you are, and you can fuck me hard when you get home. Tell me all about it, just like you did before. I’m so lucky that you’re honest with me,” he finished, pulling me into a passionate kiss.
“Seriously? You want me to have a night out and flirt and stuff? Should I be worried about your kinks, babe?” I asked playfully, trying to lighten the mood.
“Nope, just yours,” he replied with a smile. “Now come here and kiss me.”
I was still confused by his last comment, but I didn’t dwell on it. We kissed, and he held me tight. I felt his hands slide down my back and over my arse. “You have the best arse, Jane,” he murmured, giving it a firm squeeze. “And the best tits,” he continued and gave me a wink.
I kissed him again and then my phone buzzed, and a message flashed across the screen: “I think Emma’s outside in the taxi,” I said as I gave him a last hug.
“Okay, well, I’ll see you later,” he said, giving me another big, lingering kiss. “I love you.”
“Bye, babe. Have a great night, love you too,” I replied.
I quickly grabbed some sparkly heels from the bottom of my wardrobe, a small bag, and my leather jacket. I then made my way downstairs and off to what was going to become a very interesting night.
