Wicked Hot: First time with another couple.
Author's Note: I wrote this story at my husband's request for his birthday. If the story seems a little over the top or a particular act seems gratuitous, it probably is. It's his fantasy, but you might find it satisfying too. It's my Summer Lovin' entry, so vote, if you like.
BZZT: U should apply.
BZZT: No way!
BZZT: Y not?
BZZT: R U crazy?
BZZT: Long legs, big boobs- we'd be rich.
BZZT: U R crazy!
Kevin and Amy had been sitting at a Town Hall meeting for over two hours. A local bar owner was petitioning to turn his old tavern into a strip club. The PTA was leading the charge to block the zoning change necessary for renovation to begin, and in spite of the snow that was still falling, just about everyone in town had shown up to voice an opinion.
Both Kevin and Amy had been lucky enough to get seats before the high school auditorium had gone to "standing-room-only" status, but they weren't lucky enough to get seats together. About twenty minutes into the meeting, Kevin sent his first text to Amy.
BZZT: Maybe they're looking 4 dancers. U should ask. ;-P
That suggestion kicked off two hours of naughty messages between them, each making both participants in the exchange more and more aroused.
BZZT: U wet yet?
BZZT: Dripping. U?
BZZT: Hard as a rock. Hiding w my jacket.
BZZT: Tee hee. =-D
BZZT: Can we leave? Need BJ ASAP.
BZZT: PTA pres is next. Need to stay.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
"I don't say this often, but thank god for your mother," Kevin declared as he pushed open the door between the garage and the mud room. "I am so glad the kids are at her house tonight," he said, as he tossed his heavy coat, hat and gloves on the floor.
Amy tripped over a monster truck while she rushed to kick off her boots. She unbuttoned her jeans before both had hit the floor. "I know," she replied. "There's no way I'll be quiet tonight."
Kevin struggled with the buttons on his shirt before finally ripping it over his head. Amy's shirt and bra were discarded next, as they made their way in the direction of the stairs. They reached the entrance to the kitchen just as panties and boxers littered the floor.
"Wine?" Kevin asked.
"Absolutely. That was a long-ass meeting."
They stopped in the kitchen and flipped on the lights, unconcerned that their neighbors might see them through the frosted-over window panes.
Amy got the glasses. Kevin pulled the cork on the chilled Chardonnay. As he poured, Amy stood behind him, wrapped her arms around his waist, and put her hand around his stiff cock. She began stroking him slowly and rubbing her erect nipples on his naked back.
He turned around and handed her a glass. She took a large, long-meeting-provoked gulp of wine, and said, "Thanks. Every meeting should end with Chardonnay."
She swallowed one more gulp of wine, and then filled her mouth with the cold liquid. Kevin sipped his wine slowly and watched as his wife sank to her knees in front of him.
Amy opened her mouth carefully and guided his hard penis into her mouth, causing him to shiver.
"Ah, ah. That's wicked cold," he said with delight. He ruffled her hair and felt the wine warming to the temperature of her mouth. She swallowed the wine and got down to the business of sucking his cock while he replaced the glasses on the counter.
Neither Kevin nor Amy had any sexual experience with other partners. They had met in high school, waited a respectable year before going all the way, and had married right after college. Three kids later, they were still able to keep enough spice in their sex life, and they had never strayed outside of their marriage.
Even with no one else to compare to, Kevin believed that Amy gave a pretty damned good blow job, especially as they got older. Maybe it was the confidence that comes with four decades of life experience. Maybe Amy just felt less inhibited after three pregnancies and three hospital deliveries. Whatever it was, sex had only improved in their old age, and Kevin was sure that Amy gave the best head possible.
She looked up at him and smiled while she sucked him. She started gently and slowly and sucked progressively harder as she took more of him into her mouth. Kevin could feel her long tongue licking up and down the underside of his shaft while the top seemed to be suctioned to the roof of her mouth.
"Mmm... I think you should consider applying for a job at that strip club," he half-teased, half-moaned.
He held her head and fucked her mouth for a moment, sliding his cock along her tongue toward her throat. He felt himself getting close to cumming. When she cupped his balls, he knew he was going to lose it before they even got started. He stopped her by pulling out of her mouth, and helping her to her feet.
"I do love a good Chardonnay blow job," he said.
"Your cock was so swollen," she told him. "I knew you were close. You didn't want to cum in my mouth?"
"Nope," he replied as he turned her around and pushed her gently toward the kitchen table.
When Kevin bent her over the table, she felt the chill of the vintage Formica tabletop on her tits. This made her feel deliciously naughty, and she wiggled her ass at Kevin and said, "Fuck me, Hon. Make me scream."
Kevin lined his cock up to her wet pussy and slid inside her hard and fast, making Amy moan. He rubbed her ass while he fucked her, stinging her cheeks with an occasional swat. She liked to be spanked, especially when taking it from behind. She could feel the head of his cock pushing against her G-spot when he leaned into her pussy, and the pleasure/pain combination was pushing her towards an orgasm. She moaned loudly.
Kevin stopped and ran his fingernails down her back and sore bottom. "Let's go upstairs," he said. "I want to eat you."
They ran upstairs to their bedroom with Kevin in the lead. Amy caught him at the top of the stairs grabbed his cock. "I will jerk you off right here," she informed him.
"No, you won't," he said, scooping her into his arms and causing her to shriek a little bit. He carried her to the bed, placed her gently on her pillow, and grabbed her tits a little roughly. He put his mouth against hers, and poked his tongue between her lips to meet her tongue. They made out like they did when they were teenagers- sloppy and frantic.
Kevin's hand reached between Amy's legs, and he poked his middle finger into her wet pussy. "I'll say that you're turned on," he murmured. He pushed her legs apart, and knelt between them. He pushed her legs apart and knelt between them.
When his tongue met her clit, Amy moaned loudly. "That's it. Right there. Lick my pussy," she said out loud, knowing that the kids weren't home to hear. Kevin's hands reached up and began pinching her nipples a bit. Amy put her hands on Kevin's head and twisted his hair through her fingers.
Suddenly, Kevin stopped licking her, and her propped himself on top of her. "Sorry, Hon," he apologized. "I need to fuck you."
"Well, that's good," she purred, "because I need you to fuck me."
He didn't wait to be asked twice.
As he slid his cock in and out of her, he asked the question that always made her blush and avoid answering.
"What do you fantasize about?"
She gave her standard answer: "A massage on a nice, warm beach in Tahiti. You know, in one of those little huts over the water?" she replied and began moving her hips to meet his thrusts.
"No. Really. I want you to tell me," he countered. "What do you think about when you masturbate?"
"I don't..." she started, by he cut her off.
"Yes, you do," he said. "I can smell your pussy on your fingers when you do."
"What? You never said anything about that!" she exclaimed, blushing.
"I don't mention it. I just enjoy knowing you've been enjoying yourself," he explained with a flirty smile.
"Oh, my god. I am so embarrassed to have this conversation," she pouted as she tried to roll away from him.
Kevin kept his cock buried in her pussy and looked into her eyes. "Amy," he said, "I've loved you since we were children. Please trust me. It excites me to know what excites you."
"Yes, but..." she stammered.
"No buts. Fantasies are fantasies. They're not meant to be played out," he explained.
There was a long pause as he continued to fuck his wife in silence.
"Do you want to know what I fantasize about?" he asked in a quiet, husky voice.
She nodded and continued to rock her hips into him.
"When I'm jerking off in the shower or whatever, I fantasize about watching you have sex with another guy."
She couldn't believe he had just said that. "Seriously?" she blurted. She had not expected to hear that at all. He had often made jokes about inviting one of her girlfriends for a threesome, but there was none of the familiar teasing in his voice.
"You think about me having sex with another man? Any man in particular?" she asked incredulously.
"Yes and no," he answered almost inaudibly. "I have imagined many times how wicked hot it would be to watch you go down on another guy. I don't see his face in this image though," he added.
Amy took a sharp breath and shuddered.
Kevin continued fucking her for a moment before pulling out of her and resuming his position with his head between her legs. He licked her pussy softly while she digested what he said.
"But... But... Wouldn't that make you jealous?" she half-asked, half-moaned.
"It's a fantasy, not a plan," he replied, sounding a little like Daffy Duck with his tongue against her clit. "Think about it with me. Imagine yourself on your knees in front of him, sucking him off."
Amy took a deep breath and tried to relax. She shivered as a draft from the window skimmed across her skin. "And what are you doing while I'm blowing some faceless man?" she asked, finally playing along.
"I suppose I'd start by watching from the sidelines," he said. "Well, watching and jerking off, that is."
"Where are you sitting?" she asked.
"In a chair, off to the side. I can see his cock sliding in and out of your mouth that way."
"Are we naked?"
He paused before replying. "It's hot either way," he replied. "What do you think?"
Amy closed her eyes and tried to picture the scene in front of her. Finally she replied, "I think I'm naked and both of you have your clothes on. He can stick his cock out of his fly for me."
It was getting too difficult to talk while licking Amy's pussy, so he lay down next to her and said, "Get on top of me. I want to play with your tits while we talk."
Amy pushed the image the next step further as she sat down with his cock piercing her pussy. "So, am I just blowing this mystery man? Or will there be some fucking involved?" she prompted matter-of-factly.
He chuckled, "I don't usually get to that part, if you know what I mean."
"Oh," she said.
There was a long silence. She closed her eyes while Kevin tweaked her nipples.
"OK, my love. Your turn. Spill it," he teased.
"Please don't make me. I'm so embarrassed," she whined again as she felt the heat rush to her cheeks.
"Roll over," he said. "Don't look at me. Just whisper it."
Amy rolled onto her stomach and buried her face in her pillow.
Kevin propped himself up and began to massage the knots from Amy's shoulders and neck. After several minutes of silent rubbing, he asked again, "What do you fantasize about?"
Again Amy paused. She could hear the cold wind outside rattling the window panes. Kevin was just about to give up when he heard a muffled whisper coming from the pillow.
"I didn't hear you, Honey. Say it again," he whispered.
"I fantasize about having sex with another woman," she finally replied.
Kevin stopped in his tracks and did a double take. "Are you serious?" he choked.
"C'mon. I'm embarrassed enough," she wailed into her pillow. "Don't make fun of me!"
"I'm not making fun," he said, shaking his head in disbelief. Could this possibly be the same woman who would cover her eyes during a girl-on-girl scene when they watched Spice Channel porn together all those years ago? "Are we talking about oral sex here?"
"Yes," she whispered.
"Are you giving or receiving in this fantasy?" he pressed.
There was another long pause. "Both," she finally admitted.
"Holy shit. That is wicked hot," he said, still not believing his ears. He allowed himself to picture his naked, slightly prudish wife kneeling between the legs of a faceless woman with a clean-shaven pussy.
In his vision, Amy's long, curly hair flowed across her back. Her smooth buttocks were slightly parted, and he could see just a glimpse of her sex. The fingers on her left hand separated the woman's pussy lips while the middle finger on her right hand slid in and out of her vagina. He imagined Amy's tongue dipping gently into her pussy, and . . .
"Kevin!" Amy said sharply.
"Sorry, Hon. I got lost in that image," he apologized. "Wow. I'm..."
"You're what? Shocked?" she said with an edge to her voice.
"Pleasantly shocked," he explained. "That is wicked hot. I'm so glad you told me."
He put his hands on her hips, and pulled her to her knees. "Think about licking her pussy while I fuck you. Rub your clit too."
"Should I lick the pillow while I'm at it?" she asked with a snarky edge to her voice.
"Nah. Just picture it with me," he said as he slid his cock inside her.
She moaned, and started rubbing her clit in tight circles. The tension had been building since that first text, and she knew it wasn't going to take much. She imagined her hands on the mystery woman's thighs and the musky smell coming from her pussy. She felt a surge of pleasure stab from her clit through her stomach, and she moaned louder.
Kevin held on to her ass as he slid his cock in and out of her soaking wet pussy. He could practically see his wife licking the imaginary pussy in front of her. He spanked her twice on each cheek, and said, "You are such a wicked bad girl, licking pussy like that."
Amy let out a loud "Ah, ah, ah," and then said, "I am bad. I need a spanking because I'm so bad."
Kevin's pumping cock, the swirling of her fingers, the icy sting on her ass, and the image of licking another woman's pussy pushed her right to the brink of orgasm. "I'm gonna cum, Kevin. Spank me. I'm so bad," she moaned.
Smack, smack, smack...
That was all it took.
"I'm cumming. I'm licking her pussy. She's cumming. I'm cumming. Fuck me!" she muttered. "Aaaahhh. Fuck."
Kevin held out until he heard Amy say "She's cumming," but that sent him over the edge. Knowing that Amy was so caught up in this vision caused his balls to contract. He slammed his cock all the way inside of Amy's canal, and blasted his cum far into her womb. He yelled loudly and incoherently as his cock twitched and his body stiffened.
Finally they both relaxed, breathing heavily and enjoying the post-orgasmic high.
"That was wicked hot," Amy said.
"Yes. Yes it was," Kevin replied. He kissed her, and they held each other until they fell asleep.
~It's Wicked Hot Out~
Amy listened while the weatherman droned on about the "Triple H" forecast for the weekend.
"Great. Hazy, hot and humid. Perfect camping weather," she griped. She finished packing lunches for the kids and placed them in the waiting line of book bags.
"At least it will be sunny for the wedding on Saturday," Kevin said as he walked into the kitchen, kissed Amy on the lips, and poured a cup of coffee.
"Yeah, but my hair will look like shit. Good thing the camper's air conditioned," she added. "It's gonna be wicked hot."
Kevin refilled Amy's coffee cup as she put the box of Mini Wheats and carton of milk on the table.
"Kids!" she yelled toward the hallway. "Breakfast!"
Amy's college roommate was getting married on Saturday. Instead of staying in a hotel, Kevin had decided that camping was the way to go. It was cheaper, and they could make a long weekend of it. Amy's parents would pick the kids up at camp and keep them until Tuesday. The thirty-foot travel trailer would be pulling out of the driveway as soon as the carpool picked the kids up for camp. They were all packed and looking forward to sitting in lounge chairs next to the campfire with a good book.
The next forty five minutes were a blur of activity. Dishes were tossed in the dishwasher. Teeth were brushed. Retainers, inhalers, and bug spray were packed in back packs.
"Can I take my turtle to Grammy's?" the youngest asked. She was adorable, but she was five, and she had some funny ideas.
Kevin was starting to get stressed, and he shouted, "NO!" much louder than he had intended to.
"Kevin!" Amy admonished. "Cool your jets! She was just asking."
The little one started to cry, which stressed everybody out. He looked around to see if there was anything left to pack in the camper, and noticed that none of the kids had put their shoes on.
"Why don't you have your shoes on? I told you numerous times to put your shoes on!" he blustered.
"Kevin, please." Amy said. "Please go check the camper. You're stressing me out now."
She turned to the kids, "Shoes on now! Mrs. Patton will be here any minute to get you."
With the last pair of laces tied in a double knot, Amy helped the kids get their back packs on. They heard a honk in the driveway, signaling Mrs. Patton's arrival. Mom and dad kissed the kids goodbye, and sent them on their way.
Once it was quiet, Amy had one last chance to make sure nothing was forgotten. She walked around the house, mentally checking off the items on her list.
"Crap!" she blurted. "Cell phone charger!" She grabbed it and put it in her purse.
After a last-minute pit stop, they were ready to go. Amy locked the house, and got into the passenger seat of the Silverado.
"I hope we didn't forget anything," she said.
Kevin leaned over and kissed Amy on the lips. "I can't wait to eat your pussy in the camper," he murmured, and then put the truck in reverse.
"Oh, my. This is beautiful," Amy said, a little in awe of the natural beauty of the campground. Their site had a gorgeous view of the creek that ran the length of the park. "It says that you can go tubing on the creek when the water is high enough," she said, pointing to the brochure.
She looked down the creek toward the tent area, and saw that there were people swimming in a deeper section of the water.
"Hey, Honey," she called. "Do you wanna swim in the creek later?"
"Let's set up before we get carried away here," Kevin replied. "Hand me that chock, would you?"
Together they set up the canopy, stacked the firewood, and plugged in the party lights on the awning.
Amy prepared the baked potatoes and the salad, and Kevin got the grill ready to cook the steaks.
"Bring out the bottle opener!" he barked through the screen door.
"Grab me a beer too," Amy instructed, handing the opener out of the door.
"Um, it's more important that I get my beer. You'll have to wait," he said with that familiar teasing edge to his voice. "You know I can't cook on the grill without a beer. Remember the shish kabobs of 2011?"
"Oh, yes," she played along. "That was ugly. Half-burnt, half-raw. You were lucky no one got sick. What kind did you buy anyway?" she asked.
"New York Strip, like always," he answered.
"No. What kind of beer?" she said, rolling her eyes.
"Here. See for yourself," he said, handing the Harpoon Leviathan IPA through the door.
"Ooh. You do love me," she cooed.
After dinner, they walked hand-in-hand around the campground, checking it out.
"Wow. There are a lot of people here from Texas," Amy commented.
"Yeah. I was talking to the campground owner. I guess this area has workers from all over the country here working in the Marcellus shale industry. Some work on the wells, some are working on the pipeline," he explained. "They said there's going to be work here for these guys for the next twenty years."