On The Road Ch. 02

I was initially doubtful about this proposition, but if I kept my thighs close together I had nothing to fear from him. He got right behind me as I clamped my knees tightly to provide his sliding prick with friction against the smooth flesh of my inner thighs, gripping my waist firmly as he lustily thrust his hips to my rear. I thrilled sensually as he tweaked and twiddled my nipples again and made no complaint as his eager hand found my pussy for the second time. I thought I'd allow him to have a little longer down there, but when his finger pressed my swollen pearl I decided to enjoy it for just a moment longer before pulling his hand out.

I really felt quite strange in that I'd relaxed my normal moral behaviour to a point below which I'd have been comfortable with even Rob and was then enjoying the power which I also had over Mark's desire for me as a sexually attractive object for his lust. I had begun to feel somewhat matronly since having my children and thought that men preferred nubile, adolescent bodies as their fantasy figures; never ever suspecting an interest in fuller, more mature women as their partners in sinful sex. All I had to do, I knew, was give the nod to fill his need for me and my passion pouch with his grateful dick. A sense of inevitability took a grip on my consciousness as I quicklyresolved to tell Robbie that it would be fine by me if he wanted to have it off with Ronnie; my resolve to remain chaste severely tested by Mark's busy fingers on my most intimate part. I was so near to yielding that I knew I'd have to be very careful not to find myself in that position in the future.

As things transpired I had little say in my fate. Mark, who had cunningly planned his move on me, lifting my feet from the sand while parting my legs and using his knees to hold them apart, bent me forward from the waist and cupping a hand over my vulva to direct his stiff penis upward and into my juicy vagina. I wriggled and writhed in his strong grasp, making suitable sounds of outrage, without actually ridding my pouch of his uninvited cock which slid so easily in and out of me.

"Let me turn around," I gasped, "I'm going to drown like this."

He relaxed his grip and I kicked away from him to remain beyond his reach.

"What are you doing?" he groaned. "I thought you were ready for it."

"You raped me, you bastard!" I spat the word for the first time ever.

"Is that what you really think?"

"You took advantage of me."

"I did and I'm truly sorry Deby, but you seemed so horny and ready in the way you were moving."

"Well it's not surprising with what you were doing to me."

"I thought you liked it," he mumbled lamely. "Didn't you?"

"Yes," I admitted, "but I didn't want to go all the way, not with a total stranger."

"You can't say we're strangers now."

"True," I winced.

I think he suddenly comprehended my true feelings about what he'd done to me and felt afraid of any consequences.

"Please don't hate me? I really thought you were just playing with me and eventually give in and let me. Please don't tell Lisa or anybody else about it, please? I'll never even mention sex to you again, I promise."

I was in somewhat of a bind as I couldn't just walk away from him because the others would pick up on the tension between us and I did not want to be seen as a wowser in present company. Besides, I wasn't too sure as to what kind of signals I'd sent in agreeing to wank him off and his brief intromission hadn't exactly been the

'fate-worse-than-death' experience that I'd been warned about at our church youth club. It had been too quick to be pleasurable, but it wasn't the sort of thing that would leave me emotionally scarred or traumatized for life.

"Okay, you're forgiven," I told him. "Tell me about you and Lisa."

"Well, I'm her second hubby, she's seven years older than me and she used to be my sunday school teacher, believe it or not. Her first husband was a wife beater so she left him and I persisted 'til she took me seriously, not just seeing me as the kid who's been infatuated with her since he was at primary school. We were both sexually repressed and have made every effort to try a lot of new stuff until swinging became the next thing on the list. She was fairly reluctant about it until just now, but seems to have shed all of hermisgivings because she was really hot to trot with Vern when they went off to get it on."

"Do you want to watch her with another guy?" I asked him hesitantly.

"Oh yes! That's my favourite fantasy."

"Why?"

"Dunno really. I reckon its got something to do with me wanting her to be more than just a housewife and my sexually exclusive property. The concept of her being sinful and sharing her loving favours around appeals to me, as well as the opportunity for me to sample other ladies wares of course."

"So how were Eve's wares?"

"Oh great!" he enthused. "She showed me things I didn't know ladies could do with their pussies."

"Like what?"

"Tightening her vagina on my prick. I mean really tighten it, like having my dick in a length of bike tube!"

"You don't think you'd be tempted to leave her for an even more liberated woman?"

"Never!" he cried, sounding almost offended at my suggestion. "There will never be anyone else for me. Our relationship is going to evolve, but she's the eternal love of my life; always has been. Besides, Eve's too old for me"

"Even after she's been with a lot of men?"

"Especially then, a woman of the world."

"That's what my husband says too, but I find it a bit hard to accept."

"Believe it Deby. He's past wanting a shy little woman to make a home and have the kids. Now he wants an exciting lady as his partner in sin, a sexy, liberated woman who knows what she likes and gets it."

"You accept that, totally?"

"Well it seems to have worked for Vern and Eve and their friends, I think I do."

"So they say."

"You're unconvinced?"

"I s'pose I'm envious really. They enjoy a lifestyle that thumbs its nose at convention and the usual rules of society that we all obey. It seems too good to be so, without a downside. Mind you, I think I've been ignoring the obvious for some time now and do know someone who's been into it and I just haven't believed her."

"I've begun to think about staying up here, if Lisa tells me she's had a good experience with it. I just don't want to go back now. It'll be hard to start a new career, but worth it."

"Seriously?"

"Yep. All I have to do is convince Lisa, but I think she's ready to try a new lifestyle now."

"I'd say she's doing that as we speak," I chuckled lewdly.

"Oh Jesus! Please don't remind me," he groaned. "I was trying to lose all this horny tension."

"Over Lisa sampling the forbidden fruit with Vernon or do you still fancy me for a bit of physical relief?"

"Don't tease Deby, please!" he begged. "I really am sorry about my crude presumtion of your availability, but you're being unfair now."

"I'm not teasing," I breathed in reassurance as I slid up behind him and flattened my soft breasts against his muscular back before reaching down to grasp his stiff tool.

"Sure?"

"Yes."

"What changed your mind?"

"I don't know, but don't make me rationalize it because I might suddenly see things differently. Let's just say that I'm surprised I feel this way. I now want to try it as I have the opportunity to do that without any other person knowing about it. That's the condition, you mention it to absolutely nobody, agreed?"

"Absolutely!"

I released my hold on him and pushed my g-string down my legs and hung it about my neck. We came together in a comfortable embrace where I could feel him trembling as violently as I at the prospect of a new sexual dalliance with an attractive stranger, he grasping my buttocks as I slid my arms high up around his neck and kissed him deeply with my busily probing tongue. He lifted and I raised my legs to encircle his body as I reached down below my bottom to guide his hard cock to my furry quim. We sighed hotly as his knob made contact with my vulvar cleft and gasped joyfully as it parted my plump labia to slide his whole shaft inside me with voluptuous ease.

"Feels familiar," I giggled salaciously.

"Feels gorgeous."

He made his cock pulsate by tightening and relaxing his sphincter muscles and persuaded me to emulate his action. I tentatively did so and found that I could clamp my sheath on his cock to reciprocate his movement.

"You feel so nice," he told me quietly. "You've got a hard body like Eve. Lisa's is rather soft."

"I feel really bad."

He looked momentarily alarmed.

"I mean bad as in naughty or wicked," I reassured him. "This is as sinful as I've ever been."

"Naughty but nice," he grinned.

"It is actually," I murmured dreamily, leaning back to the fullest extent of my arms to gently roll my hips against his.

"Look Deby, your tits are floating."

Under normal circumstances I would have been rather put out at my breasts being described as 'tits'; I'd developed breasts at the age of ten and was already a thirty-five at twelve despite strenuous physical training for sport, so boys enjoyed comments on my handicap in loud stagewhispers behind cupped hands. However, in the course of promiscuous and adulterous sexual activity it seemed entirely appropriate as they were indeed bouyant and had returned to the shape they'd been when they were rubbery and hard before motherhood. More than half their bulk was above the sea's surface and I arched my back to lift them higher, letting him suck and nip at my swollen brown nipples, then joining our lips to kiss deeply once more.

"You're really hot when you get started," he grinned amiably.

"I've never been like this before," I explained honestly. "I hadn't much enjoyed sex until quite recently; just following Rob's lead. All this is so completely new and unexpected and I feel strangely liberated and daring. I don't even think I'm going to feel guilty at my cheating because it's just sex; no need for any romantic stuff because we don't even know each other. Just a body for a bit of rough sex to release the sexual tension."

"Rough?"

"Rough as opposed to romantic, not abusive, you know, having sex for its own sake, just for fun and pleasure."

"Plain old fucking for the pleasure."

"I wouldn't express it that way, but yes, that's what I really mean."

"Say it."

"What?"

"That you want a good, old-fashioned fucking for the sake of your senses,just for the pleasure and fun of it."

"No!"

"Go on."

"I don't talk that way."

"It'll turn me on to hear you say it."

I looked into his grinning face and understood that he wanted my complete debauchery.

"I want a good, old-fashioned fucking Mark," I whispered huskily. "I want you to fuck me bandy, if you reckon you're up to it."

I leaned back at arms' length again, using my encircling legs to pull his gently thrusting hips harder to my spread crotch, urging him on with fervid sounds of real pleasure. His short, thick cock slid so deliciously into and out of my hungry cunt as I experienced unrestrained sexual pleasure for the first time; wild, wet and slippery, our excited, quivering bodies straining together to achieve the blissful release of orgasm to celebrate my newfound and unexpectedly enjoyable introduction to sexual intimacy in another man's arms. The sensation of being draped around Mark's pumping, trembling person was so much more voluptuous than I had imagined a mere casual nooky to be, despite the fact that he was thrusting with a monotonously male regularity, causing me to urge him to greater efforts in the kind of language that I'd previously found so morally repugnant. However as it would certainly be the only time that I'd ever screw with him it didn't really matter what I said or did.

His more vigourous thrusting increased my excitement to a step above last evening's memorable sex and I bucked fiercely with grinding hips to provide maximum friction between my tingling clitty and the veiny shaft of his wet, sliding tool until the very first spasmodic thrill of climax gripped my delerious body.

"Oooooooh...Christ!" I blasphemed without inhibition. "Oooooh shit! Ooooh I'm coming Mark!"

His response was an unintelligible grunting sound as he also succumbed to the ecstacy of orgasm; our hotly convulsing bodies clasped tightly together in a joyous, gasping embrace of shared pleasure.

"Well?" asked Mark when our sensual ardour had eventually subsided, while our love-tackle remained coupled.

Even after our intimate contact I felt myself blush at having to consider

a response to his enquiry.

"Not bad," I told him quietly.

"Is that all?"

"Very nice actually."

"Not thrilling or exciting or even pleasurable?"

"You know it was," I told him patiently. "But I have a funny feeling over my moral position right now. I've been truly unfaithful to my husband by my adultery; something I never thought I'd even consider, but right now I feel pleased at having experienced your love, although I'm really not sure I'll ever go further with it now."

"Not even with the lovely man who showed you how much fun it was to be so naughty."

"Especially with him," I giggled. "You're an evil seducer and ought to be ashamed of yourself."

"I'm not!" he pouted in the manner of a small child. "I'm just trying to make nice ladies happy."

"And yourself, mainly yourself."

"Well you can't condemn me for desiring to sample the favours of all the lovely ladies who've been out of bounds until now. I think I know how a kid with carte blanche at the candy store feels."

"Well, you won't have time to miss mine after what I've heard about local wives, because there are so many females looking for a bit of new talent on the recreational sex scene."

His flaccid tool eventually drooped from my quim and I put my g-string on before we returned to our towels and had another glass of wine. To my utter astonishment Mark's prick became very quickly erect again and I momentarily considered another relieving nooky, but forgot about it on seeing Lisa and Vern rounding the rocks at the end of the cove.

"Oh, didn't Deby look after you?" Lisa enquired huskily upon noticing her husband's stiff dick.

He shook his head sadly.

"Never mind, my darling," she giggled lasciviously and gulped her drink, "I'll look after you."

They strolled hand-in-hand back along the sand and disappeared behind the headland.

"You fibbed," said Vern.

"I didn't say a word," I responded.

"Mark lied then."

"About what?"

"You and he having it off."

"We didn't."

"You did."

"How could you possibly know? You weren't here."

"He left fingerprints."

"Pardon?"

"There are five little bruises the size and pattern of four fingers and a thumb on each buttock."

I twisted my body to look and found that he was right."

"Oh shit!" I groaned. "Please don't let on."

I gabbled out an explanation of sorts and he grinned sympathetically. "It's okay. Your secret's safe with me."

He was a nice bloke, I decided, forty-odd, balding and tending to portly, fully tanned and quietly confident in manner. His penis was a larger, even broader version of Mark's, but uncircumcised and I stared as it slowly rose to full erection under my gaze.

"No quid pro quo?" I asked coyly before comprehending the provocation in the query.

"That would be blackmail. I'm not interested in having any playmate under duress, it'd be no fun at all."

"Playmate?" I giggled, seriously tickled by the expression and its social connotations. "Suggests sin at kindergarten; so young and easy."

"You don't like it?"

"I do actually. Sounds nicer than 'female swinger' or 'swapper'. It seems rather apt in view of my recent experience and now that I've given it a bitof thought. Playmate, playmate," I said the word to myself several times to savour it.

"I suppose I've forgotten now, but I guess there must have been a time we felt trepidation over starting all this. There have been so many playmates that it's only just a game now, a bit of fun for friends who appreciate the occasional change of sexual scenery; a new face or body."

"Any face or body."

"Not really," he murmured reflectively. "I've never had a yen for younger ladies, teens, not that they're likely to ask me for a bit. I'd much prefer a woman over thirty because they can differentiate between love and sex and they know what they like or they want."

"I've lived a very sheltered life in that regard," I told him. "I'm just beginning to understand that the average sexually active high school senior better understands her desires than I do."

"Oh?"

"I've always been a represser until recently and gained a strange feeling that there's a little more to love and sex than I've been led to believe. I really do love Rob so much and in allowing myself to feel the full pleasure of sex with him I think I've taken a positive step in our relationship, but now I've done this with Mark."

"You feel remorseful?"

"That's it!" I cried. "I should, but I don't! Not even a little. I've had what can only be described as a wantonly promiscuous sexual bout and I feelabsolutely no regret at all over having done it. In fact, I even feel a bit pleased with myself because I enjoyed it, the sinfulness and the pleasure, but I just can't get used to the idea of sharing that sort of thing with my husband. It just seems a little too depraved."

"Don't worry," he smiled encouragingly. "Give it some time and you'll be surprised at what you find yourselves doing in front of each other. You're obviously coming into your sexual prime so you'll find your need for sex is actually increasing so I don't reckon you'll have any difficulty in showing off when you feel the need. Just accept it for what it is; a bit of fun, no strings or committment and only the pleasure is a serious matter."

"So what's the most exciting thing you've seen Eve do?"

He considered it for a moment. "Two things come to mind: the first time she did it with another woman and the first time she satisfied three blokes at the same time. She'd always been a bit shy, modest perhaps, except with me, but after the first few times she was right into it and ready to fulfil any of my fantasies. We've had full-on love and sex since then, both as a couple and with groups of our friends. She's also keen on the odd workaday 'quickie' around the hotel, mainly with me, but any suitable, handy blokes if I'm not."

"It's not nymphomania?" I asked, aghast.

"No," he assured me. "Nymphos take serious risks in their vain search for satisfaction, you know, a promiscuous selection of partners. Eve's still a fairly cautious soul, even with guys we know, having an instinct about who not to make it with. We've never had any kind of infection so I'm sure it's more than just luck."

"And it excites you to know she's putting herself about?"

"I feel wonderful knowing my once ordinary wife is a liberated woman and my partner and equal in every way: no nonsense with the banks requiring my signature on papers and no thought of her asking my permission when any guy takes her fancy for sex. We had a period where things weren't too exciting and I dreamt of a free-loving heroine in a sarong, not slutty, but elegant and sophisticated like a courtesan who enjoys casual interludes of pleasure with guys. Eve's surpassed my fantasies since we first swung."

"There's a part of me that would like to be like that, but the other part still clings to moral conservatism."

"Do you want to be a liberated freelover, in your heart?"

"I think I do really," I frowned as I considered what I really wanted. "I think I'd like to tell the world to shove it."

"I think you've decided Deby," he smiled.

"On today's performance you mean?"

"No, that was the culmination of something you'd begun earlier, when you found out about our sexual customs here, but now that you've met some of us you're less appalled because we're pretty normal and don't look at all like Dorien Grey's portrait. Meeting us got you wondering how it feels to swing, how you'd feel making it with another guy or was it to get back at Rob for suggesting it? Then you saw your opportunity to try it in an ideal setting where we were all doing it, it was appropriate and it would be kept secret. Correct?"