There are things that you never know about yourself until they happen. There are corners of our mind that are out of sight to us. Sometimes things happen and they open whole new worlds to you. My wife, Carol, and I, Dick, had a wild and fulfilling sex life. We did everything we could think off and more. Carol is a stunning brunette with long thick hair, firm tits, tight ass and the most beautiful lustrous skin. We did everything sexual we could imagine and then more. We had sex in the office, outdoors, in the car, vaginal, oral, mutual masturbation, everywhere every how. We were sex addicts.
Carol is an exhibitionist and flirt. I encouraged it. She wore very short skirts, see-through tops and loved being out partying without underwear. The more outrageous, the better. We played what we called sex games.
We lived in Boston and hung around with a young party crowd. We went to a party nearly every weekend. There seemed to be an endless supply of pot and liquor at every event. There was a variety of music played, rock, country, 1940s bebop and sentimental love songs. Carol was a very popular dance partner. She seldom wore underwear while partying. I loved to watch her dance with all the men. When she slow danced she put her whole body into it, arms around their neck, her head on their shoulder, nuzzling their neck and intimate whispering. For fast dances, Carol would flash her tits and grind on their cocks. She was a classic cock tease and I loved it.
She left many men with a tent in their pants. She’d come back to me with a devilish smile and pert nipples.
One friend of ours, Tom, was openly lusting after Carol. He would try and dance her into a dark corner and run his hands over her tits and grip her ass. She’d whisper to me that he had a big hard cock. I’d pull her to me and press my cock on her mound and ask her if she was having fun teasing him.
Carol would say, “I’m a very dirty girl.”
We both enjoyed the flirting game. It was the most erotic foreplay. We’d go home and have wild sex and whisper dirty secrets to each other. When we fucked, my cock was iron hard and her cunt was flowing with hot juices and her whole body was flushed with lust.
Carol, “Fuckkk meee, ahhh, watch.”
One weekend, a bunch of us went to a friend’s cottage on Lake Winnipesaukee in New Hampshire. His cottage was one big room and a large deck over the water on stilts. We all had sleeping bags. Some were planning on sleeping on the beach and some were planning to sleep on the deck.
We got there around 7 and I immediately made a batch of Bombay Martinis while Jim, the owner, fired up the grill. We ate hamburgers, hot dogs and sausages and sat around drinking and smoking pot. It was a very casual atmosphere among friends. Everyone eventually got restless and most of them headed for the private beach. The guys all wore board shorts and the women wore various scandalous bikinis. Carol’s bikini was just three small patches and a string running through her ass cheeks. She looked hot.
Everyone jumped in the water and started playing. In the shallow end, guys and girls were playing horse where a girl sits on a guy’s shoulders and tries to knock another girl off. Some of them swam out to the raft where they started playing king of the mountain, pushing each other off of the raft. One girl, Linda, got pushed off and her bikini top got pulled off. She laughed and threw the top back on the raft and swum around proudly topless. Carol took this as a sign and took her top off and flashed her tits to everyone. Someone yelled, “Skinny dip!” and soon there were swimsuits thrown on the beach and raft. We all had been skinny dipping before and the warm evening was a perfect opportunity to get naked.
The mood was fun and slightly erotic. One of the guys set his iPod up on the deck and started their playlist. The voyeur in me stayed on the deck and watched them all frolic naked. Some couples started dancing and there were cocks swinging, tits bouncing and asses shaking. I saw Carol dance with a few of the guys. She clamped her cunt on their legs and pressed her tits to their chest. They rubbed their cocks all over Carol. She was having erotic fun, playing a sex game.
Tom approached Carol and pulled her into a tight slow dance. They stared at each other in an erotic haze. Soon their dancing looked more like fucking. Carol pulled Tom down into a full mouth, tongue-dancing hot kiss.
I could feel my cock hardening.
Tom and Carol held hands and walked toward the cottage. They stopped under the deck and I could hear Carol moaning and the familiar smell of her sex wafted up to my nose. Tom was finger-fucking her. When they came up to the deck, they were holding hands and both of them were aroused. Tom’s cock was hard and seeping pre-cum. Carol’s cunt was glistening with her juices.
Carol walked over to me and pressed me into a full-body kiss. She moaned into my mouth. Her cunt was clamped on my leg, dripping. Her eyes were hooded with lust.
Tom looked at me with an uneasy question in his eyes.
She asked me “Can I fuck him?”
This was an entirely new level of flirting. I was incredibly turned on but fearful of this new level of sex games.
