The Sex Show Party

My husband and I met a couple at a swinging party that we both got on with really well. We broke our own rules and invited them back to our house for dinner so we could get to know them better and it was a really nice evening. We swapped partners at the table and sat with the others. My man was handsome and very sexy. He must’ve really liked me too because he never left my side all night. He held my hand as we stood together in the kitchen and then after dinner we sat together on the sofa, like teenage lovers, arms round each other, kissing and fondling while my husband and his wife did the same on the other sofa.

Later that night he came to my bed and my husband took his wife to the spare room. She was lovely and looked a bit like me with long dark hair and dark skin but with deep brown eyes. She too had sexy long fingernails which pleased my hubby. My man was tall and dark also and I enjoyed having him in my bed and inside me. He was tender, as if he was my lover, and the sex was really loving and slow. The following morning I woke him by stroking his flaccid penis until he was hard again. He looked into my eyes as I stroked him hard. His tender touch slid over my body and gently massaged my breast before I climbed onto him. I looked down at his handsome face as he held my breasts and stared up at me riding him until I rocked myself to a climax.

Afterward we kept in contact but only via email as we never exchange numbers. We usually didn't meet the same people more than once but both these swingers intrigued us with talk of their special parties. So after some deliberation my husband and I decided we would attend one and then cut all ties before we all became too attached.

They lived in a huge house out in the country on its own and we felt out of place when we first arrived because we knew no one apart from them, whereas all the others seemed to be regulars. They showed us round their house and one room fascinated me. It was like a torture chamber with chains and whips. It even had a bed of nails on the floor alongside a weird contraption which looked like a rowing machine with a dildo on the seat. But what really caught my attention was a set of straps hanging from the ceiling. All I could imagine was having my arms strapped in place, high above my head, as I hung there blindfolded and naked, like his prisoner, waiting until I heard footsteps. Then I imagined all the other party goers arriving, hearing only their footsteps, before feeling their hands all over me. Men’s hands grabbing. Women’s hands caressing. Fingers in my mouth in my pussy. I don't mind admitting that my panties were already wet at my naughty thoughts.

After the tour were brought into a different room, which had four large sofas arranged in a square around a mattress on the floor. It had a fitted white sheet neatly tucked in over it. All of the other couples were on the sofas and were fully clothed. I wondered what was going to happen but then it was explained. 'This is a sex show party.' The idea being two or three people, or more, would be chosen to put on a show for the others. My sexy lover turned to me first and asked if I wanted to join him on the mattress but I just shook my head so he turned to my husband. Being less shy he said, 'Ok, sure.' He was then asked to pick someone to join him and after my answer I was sure he wouldn't pick me but I was surprised when he didn't pick his lover, the co host, but in fact a younger blonde woman who wouldn't normally be his type. She was slim-waisted but with an ample bosom and long thin legs. I watched along with the others as they undressed each other and felt each other all over but I didn't like it.

I watched her drop to her knees and suck him but it didn't turn me on. I looked at the others who were all getting very excited some women were jerking off the two men either side of them. Some girls were using vibrators to pleasure themselves and some men were sitting stroking their cocks. Then my husband entered her. She moaned loudly and cried out when he flipped her over and fucked her doggy style. Her moaning became louder and I felt nauseous until I closed my eyes and remembered that room and those straps. I kept my eyes closed even when I felt something sliding up my leg. Even when I realised it was a hand. Even when it reached my backside. Even when it slid my pants aside and took hold of my ass I kept my eyes closed, listening to her moaning, and imagining myself hanging from those straps. The combination of the hand inside my skirt, the thoughts in my mind, and the sound of my husband cumming aroused me so much so that I opened my eyes just as the last of his cum dripped onto her back. The man sitting on the sofa, next to where I was standing, removed his hand and smiled at me just before the host turned to me and said, ‘Your turn.’ I was so over whelmed I nodded. Next thing I knew he was undressing me while the others watched. He stripped me naked he asked me to lie on the mattress. I lay on my back feeling very nervous and even more so when the man who had groped me asked, 'Can I join you?' The host looked down and me and said, 'It's up to you?' My reply was simply, 'Ok.'

Before I knew it they were both naked and feeling me all over as my head turned from side to side kissing one and then the other. I could no longer see my audience but I knew what they were doing. That thought unsettled me further but when a finger went inside me I felt my body tensing. 'Relax,' my lover whispered in my ear before nibbling my neck and working his mouth and tongue across my chest and onto my nipples. But I couldn't relax. The fingers were fucking me in and out hard and it wasn't right. I was kinda sticky. When I looked down I saw the man that had already had his hand inside my panties smiling at me before burying his head between my legs replacing his fingers with his tongue. When his warm, wet, tongue met my clit my legs relaxed and fell to the side. My body began to gyrate and I finally enjoyed the nipple sucking and squeezing of my breasts before the man, my host, my lover, lifted himself up onto his knees and fed me his cock. I was sucking his cock as I enjoyed the tongue between my legs when I realised there was another man beside me and I was glad when I realised it was my husband. Next thing I knew I had my husband’s cock in my mouth tasting the sweet blonde pussy juice from him. Then I felt a trust from below and nearly choked as the man between my legs bucked hard into me. Fucking me hard he lifted my legs over his shoulder and pulling me towards him he rammed his cock deep inside me.

My bum lifted from the mattress below me as he sank deeper inside. My hands stretched out and felt the legs of my husband and my lover. I felt around until I found their cocks and then again closed my eyes. Holding a cock in each hand and feeling another digging into me I felt an orgasm build within me just before he pulled out, dropping my legs, and sprayed his cum all over my stomach. The host, my lover, replaced that man but he slid inside me with ease and gently thrust into me as I played with my husband’s cock. I closed my eyes, remembering again my little fantasy, and imagining myself once more in that room, strapped and hanging, while I enjoyed a wonderful and powerful orgasm engulf my body. It was zipping through me as the man continued to fuck me tenderly then pulled out and stood up before dribbling his come down onto my chest. My husband looked down at me lying there with the cum on me and smiled before leaning over and kissing me.

I was filled with sex and desire so I sat up, pushing him down, and forgetting where I was and who was watching. I rubbed my cum stained tits down his torso and down past his still hard cock, rubbing my firm erect nipples over his knob, before taking it into my mouth again and sucking him. I was on all fours sucking his cock when he came into my mouth. Don't ask me why but I sat up and stuck out my tongue to the others showing them my husband’s cum before swallowing it and standing up to a round of applause. My husband and I took our clothes to the bathroom where we cleaned ourselves and dressed ourselves before agreeing to sneak out and leave.

We were emailed twice by our new lovers but to date we have never replied.

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4 guys and 1 BJ

Last week my husband was away on a business trip during the week and as I hate staying alone in the house I invited two of his mates round to stay. The idea being we would have a few drinks then crash.

What I didn’t expect was the two other guys they brought with them. One was short and chubby with jet black hair and the other was tall and gangly with long dirty fair hair. I had never met either of them before and I wondered if they knew my husband.

We all sat together in the living room chatting, listening to music and have a few drinks. I was drinking wine which is never a good idea because it can get me very drunk and sometimes very randy but they brought the booze and I didn’t like the beers they brought. They were cheap imports which tasted like metal in your mouth.

Anyway before long the conversation began to take a lower tone and they kept asking me to give the tall gangly lad a BJ. Apparently it was his birthday in a couple of days and they thought it would be a great pressie for him. I had given my husband’s other tow friends blow jobs before but I barely knew this guy so I kept saying no at first then after a while I said I might give him a hand job.

The wine flowed and the conversation descended further as all talk became dirty and the guys I knew told the other two about the times I had sucked their dicks and kept going on about my great tits and how amazing they were. I was flattered by the chat but I knew what was coming. They kept asking me to get them out and show them off and as I had new sexy blue underwear on I decided to show off and removed my t-shirt just to show them my bra. My hubby had bought me the set as a pressie and it was very sexy so as you can imagine they were all very excited at seeing me sitting in my bra and drinking wine.

Then the phone went. It was my husband and I told him his mates were round but neglected to tell him about the other boys. I was distracted when one of his mates sat beside me and whilst I was still chatting to my hubby he started to take pics of my chest with his mobile phone. He was taking close ups of my cleavage and distracting me from my call. Then without warning he slipped a hand inside my bra and started fondling me. I told my husband I had to go but he wouldn’t get off the phone. Then he lifted my boob out exposing the nipple to all the guys there before taking more pics. I couldn’t get my hubby off the phone and then PING my bra was opened and being removed.

I was never as glad to finish a call with my husband as the guy next to me fondled and groped me. The others had their mobiles out and were also taking pics of my breasts and I was topless sitting there with my husband’s friend groping me. I liked it, I loved it, I loved the attention he paid to my tits and the fact that all the other guys were staring and taking pics. It turned me on so much so that I decided to give the birthday boy his wish and give him the BJ he was after. He was sat next to me on the other side so I reached across and started playing with his crotch. He realised what was happening and reached across for a grope. I was sitting on my sofa between two guys and each of them had one of my breasts in their hand and they gently massaged my tits.

I opened birthday boys jeans and took out his cock which was already hard and I was getting more horny as I stroked it. I leant over and licked the shaft then kissed his knob but before taking him into my mouth I reached my head to his and kissed him. we snogged for a while with his hand on my breast and mine on his cock which was throbbing in my hand. The others still snapped away with their camera phones as they cheered and jeered me on. the guy that had removed my bra was behind me and I felt him tugging at my jeans to get them off too. I raised my bum so he could pull them down then I stood so he could ease them off my legs.

I turned to the other two boys and posed for them briefly as I stood there just wearing my new sexy blue lace panties before dropping to my knees and giving birthday boy his BJ.

What amazed me was how I felt. The attention of the guys made me horny. Being semi-naked in front of them all made me even more randy and I knew I wanted more…

So I stood up before birthday boy could come into my mouth and I removed my pants much to the delight of the camera photographers who were still snapping away and jeering and that’s when I went too far and sat astride the birthday boy taking his cock in my hand and guiding it inside me. His eyes lit up with glee as he entered me and we started snogging again. He was a great kisser and as his tongue lashed in and out of my mouth his dick thrust inside me. I bounced up and down on him riding him, my boobs jiggled up and down at first before he took them firmly in his hands and began sucking my nipples.

He came quickly and finished with my tit still inside his mouth. I wasn’t satisfied though and I wanted more. As I stood up I felt his cum ooze out of me and I caught it with my t-shirt when I lifted it from the floor. I was stood naked with cum dripping out of me in front of the four guys when I decided to take one of them upstairs. Of the two I knew I had shagged one and given the other a few blow jobs so I decided to take the chubby newcomer up for a ride. I took his hand and asked him to take me to bed. He was quick o oblige and we kinda raced up the stairs. He rushed getting undressed and although I helped him it took ages to get him naked as he fumbled with his shirt buttons. His hands shook and his dick quivered with delight of what was to come. Unfortunately though he came quickly. He climbed on top and I took his full weight onto me as he bucked into me. Before long he too had come inside me and fell beside me covered in beads of sweat but I still wasn’t done.

I told him to send up another, I didn’t care who and sure enough my husband’s friend arrived. It was the guy I had shagged a couple of times before so we kinda knew each other in that way which helped. He showed me his phone and we sniggered at the pics he had of my breasts and my nipple and then the pictures of me and his friend made me get very wet down below. He took his time and fingered me for ages as I stroked his dick. We kissed not like the chubby guy and the kissing was long, lingering and sensual. As he rubbed the top of my clit I enjoyed a nice orgasm, not a thunderous earth shattering one but a nice calming one where waves of intense pleasure washed over me as if I were lying on the beach being lapped by gentle warm waves of Caribbean sea.

We were still lying beside each other when he lifted my leg and entered me. He groped wildy at my tits as he bucked hard into me then faster until he came. He was breathing heavy into my face and grabbing my tits hard when he exploded inside me.

I was happier, perhaps even satisfied but I couldn’t leave out his friend.

When he arrived I was lying naked on the bed with my back to him. I was tired and still tipsy from the wine and could have easily laid there and gone over to sleep but I enjoyed his fingers as they drifted over my shoulders at first and then down my spine. His fingertips lightly touched my skin all over sending tingles inside me to meet the waves of pleasure still lapping inside.

His finger tips became fingers and then hands as his touch changed from light and sensual to heavy and erotic before his hand found its way between my legs. He rubbed my soaking wet vagina for ages making me moan in pleasure and awakening my desire for another orgasm.

He fucked me with his fingers and my backside moved toward him as I arched my back upward. He pulled me up onto all floors with two fingers inside me and then thrust his penis hard into me. He fucked me hard doggy style as I screamed in pleasure. He was rough and smacked my backside as he banged me. I bit my lip but couldn’t hold in the moans. I shoved my face into the pillow to muffle my screams but I couldn’t breath. He slapped me harder and with that shoved himself in deeper and I shouted, oh yes oh yes oh yes as he continued shoving me forward until I came.

It was intense burst of pleasure emanating up from between my legs and jolting through me like millions of tiny vibrators all plugged into the sensual parts of my body and they continued as he continued until he pulled out and came all over my back.

I was finally satisfied and fell asleep thinking that on that night I had snogged tow blokes, given one a BJ, had all four of them inside me and three of them had ejaculated into me.

I was definitely satisfied, but just for that night.

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Confessions of a Temptress

Chapter 12- The Caravan

He returned one day all smiles and said he e had been talking to Uncle Tommy at lunchtime. I imagined the two of them grumping over lunch, complaining about work, about their canteen and about the fruit I persisted in packing. He was beaming because he had previously been lamenting that we had no money to go on holiday and with us both having time off the following week he was annoyed that he couldn’t take me somewhere.

At first it was a surprise when he told me that Tommy had offered us his caravan for the week and that he had accepted. I thought that was awfully generous of him especially after the last time I stayed there but that’s when I realised why he did it. David went on to tell me that Tommy had said we could have the caravan for the week as long as we didn’t mind him being there at the weekend. He apparently went there most weekends and had allegedly arranged to go that very weekend.

It was no longer a surprise to me and I knew what he would be after. He was to arrive on the Friday night and would leave on the Sunday when we were leaving so he could get the keys from us. My boyfriend knew nothing about my encounters with Uncle Tommy and had willingly agreed thinking he was doing us a massive favour, but I knew different.

We had a great week down at the caravan. We went into the town most nights, which was a long walk from the campsite but well worth it. It took about forty minutes to walk into the town but it only ever seemed like thirty minutes when walking back. That was, however, unless we were drunk and then the same journey seemed to take hours. The town was like any other seaside town with a beach and a promenade lined with shops and amusement arcades. We went to the amusements during the day and on the Wednesday night we went to the funfair. I wanted to go there again but it was too expensive but we had a blast that night on the big wheel and the roller coaster. He bought himself a hot dog from a burger van and got some candyfloss. As we walked back and I let the floss melt in my mouth and when he took my hand in his I looked at him, thinking how it was a special night and that I felt something with him. I know now I wasn’t in love but perhaps I cared for him and felt the love he had for me. He was only my second real boyfriend and he made me feel happy.

We walked a lot that week and on the Friday before Uncle Tommy arrived we went for a long walk along the beach and then we he arrived he immediately began complaining and moaning particularly about the sand in the caravan. I was making the dinner, burgers and chips and luckily had made extra just in case.

He arrived just as I was finishing off and thank-fully calmed down after his belly was full. Both of them sat drinking beer out of cans, burping and complaining about work, as usual.

I tried to watch telly but their grumping drowned it out so I ended up listening to them and after they finished on work as a topic they started on women and then cars which perked them up a bit before they started on football. That conversation descended into an argument over who was the best midfield player of all time. In the end Tommy stormed off to bed and my boyfriend opened another beer, which he drank half of before falling asleep on the sofa.

I waited a while hoping he would wake but he didn’t so I went on into our bedroom and got changed for bed. I had a nice white satin teddy with me that just covered my bum. I normally wore it to bed without any underwear and although it had little shoulder straps but hung low exposing a lot of my chest but I liked It because felt nice against my skin and I always felt horny when I first slipped it on. I came back out to the living area to get my boyfriend but he was still sound asleep. I tried to wake him hoping he would notice me in my satin teddy and come to bed but all I got out of him was a grunt and he began to remind me more and more of Tommy.

I kept trying and managed to wake him enough to get him up off the sofa and take a glass of water before stumbling into the bedroom bouncing off the walls as he attempted to walk knocking the caravan from side to side as if it was moving like a ship on choppy water. He stumbled through the tiny doorway into the bedroom and fell face first onto the bed, fully clothed and was out for the count.

I sat on the bed looking at myself in the mirror as I brushed my long straight dark hair. I liked the way I looked in my teddy and the way it looked as the static made it cling to my body outlining my breasts. I don’t know why I did what I did at that moment but I looked around at my boyfriend who was beginning to snore and I stood up and walked out of the room making my way across the caravan to the other bedroom. I didn’t knock the door just walked on it and shut it behind me. It creaked as I shut it which alerted Uncle Tommy to my presence. His body rose as he lifted himself onto his elbows in the bed thinking he was dreaming at the vision before him. His window curtains were not closed and the inky black sky made the window look like a jet black painting. As I walked forward the moonlight came through the window lighting me up like a firefly and extenuating my curves. I grabbed the bed sheet and with one large tug pulled it right off the bed and onto the floor at my feet. It was nearly my turn to laugh as I saw my Uncle Tommy in the bed before me. He was short and very hairy. He was wearing only pants which were old fashioned and tiny. His chest was thick with black wiry hair, which matched the hair on his legs and arms and upper lip.

He had small legs and very ugly feet. His hands were hairy too but large like shovels sitting either side of him. He said nothing and nor did I as I hitched up my teddy and climbed onto the bed. I’m sure he caught a glimpse down my front as I shuffled up towards him. I ran my hands up his legs careful not to touch his feet and as I did the bulge in his pants grew until the material could no longer hide the rising tower. His knob peeked out the top of his pants as his tower finished rising and stood erect.

I pulled his pants down and off throwing them to the floor to meet the bedcover then I ran my hands through the hair on his thighs and around his penis sliding my legs on top of his.

The feel of my silky smooth legs made his penis wobble and bounce uncontrollably as my hands reached his hairy chest. I came right up to him and sat my vagina onto his penis, which throbbed beneath me. I took his hands and placed them onto my breasts and the feeling of smooth satin filled his cock with blood almost pushing me upwards towards the tin roof. I slid forward then back taking his cock inside me as he let out his usual grunt from behind his moustache. He held my tits gently as I began to ride him rocking gently back and forth on top of him.

His hands dropped as I leant back further bouncing up and down on him and thrashing my hair from side to side as his grunting became louder and louder until he exploded into me. When he finished I simply got off him lifting the bedcover and throwing it back over him and turned to leave giving him a little wave with my hand.

‘What about my blow job?’ he said and I shook my head as I left his room.

The following morning when I got up I could smell Uncle Tommy off me so I jumped into the shower. When I came out I wrapped myself in the towel and walked out drying my hair with a smaller towel held in my hands. Tommy was sitting on the sofa both arms spread out beside him with no telly on and the curtains were still closed from the night before.

‘What are you doing?’ I asked but before he answered my next question came, ‘Where’s David?’

‘I sent him to the shop to get charcoal for the barbeque.’

‘But that shop down there doesn’t do charcoal.’

‘I know’ he replied.

There was a shop on the caravan site but for some reason they did not sell firelighters or charcoal perhaps it was because they preferred people not to barbeque on site.

‘He’ll have to go into town then’, said I.

‘I know’ said Tommy grinning from behind his moustache and I knew straight away what he had done and what he was after, me!

‘I need a cup of tea first’, I said, ‘do you want one?’

‘Sure’ was his reply

I made us both tea and toast and I tied my wet hair up by wrapping it in the smaller towel. I carried his tea over to him and then brought my tea over along with the plate of toast.

I sat close to him and put my legs across his. He was taken aback by my confidence so much so that he asked me, ‘Can I put my hand inside your towel?’

‘You never asked before’ I said smiling.

He sniggered again and slid his hand inside the towel fumbling until he found my breast. He grunted as he groped me and I felt him rise again beneath my legs.

I let him feel me for a while building his excitement then I stood up dropping the towel to the floor and letting him see my naked body in all its glory for the first time. My hair was still held up by the other towel and as I turned and walked through the kitchen so he could see me from behind I removed it dropping it also to the floor letting my long dark damp hair fall. I walked straight into his bedroom before stopping as I opened the door. I then turned back to him and said, ‘Come on then.’

He bounded up from the sofa and came into the bedroom. He was wearing a lumberjack styled checked shirt rolled up at the sleeves exposing his hairy arms and a pair of light coloured shorts with the shirt tucked in. I told him to sit on the bed and I knelt before him opened his shorts and gave him the blow job he had been waiting for but just as I thought he was about to climax I stopped, teasing him. I got up and walked back out to the kitchen. He followed me quickly and grabbed my wrist like that time at my party and again it hurt. He pinned me up against the cupboard the same one he had held me against the previous summer. He kissed me again as he had done before with me pinned there like before and tickling my nose like before but that time I opened my mouth to let his tongue inside.

He fucked me up against the cupboard almost lifting me up with his shovel hands holding my thighs. He was small but strong and I felt really good as he penetrated me.

When he finished I felt something I had never felt before. I know now I was close to orgasm but I had never enjoyed one before so I wasn’t sure but I liked it and it made me feel even more horny so I pushed him back and starting kissing him again whilst grabbing his dick in my hands

‘Slow down’ he said and he took my hand and guided me to the sofa. He lay me down on the sofa and knelt in front of me like I had done to him in the bedroom. He parted my legs and rubbed my inner thighs with his coarse shovels and the excitement was building inside me once again like a drug. It was like coming on ecstasy at first when his fingers touched me. His thumbs ran up and down the lips of my clitoris before parting them exposing them to the air. I was tingling down there and it was fabulous but nothing could have prepared me for what happened next.

He leant forward and began to lick me. His moustache tickled me exciting me more. His tongue lashed wildly up and down my lips like his thumbs had done before but then entered me like a small wet warm penis. In and out it went before his fingers followed while his tongue rubbed me in just that spot with my skin being tickled by his moustache. The rush came like a rush of speed starting at my toes and running up my body like the hands of those boys back on my 17^th birthday party. I held my arms up above my head just as the rush ran up to my fingertips and it was the most divine feeling I had ever felt.

After that orgasm my whole body was super sensitive and Tommy shagged me once again as I lay back on the sofa in nirvana. He watched as my breasts jiggled up and down as he bucked me wildly. He was the man I longed for the man I had desired. It was what I had wanted with the college professor, someone to desire me and enjoy me but want me to have that same enjoyment too. He fucked me until he finished once more inside me and then fell forward onto my naked sensitive body and held it tight in his arms. It was that hug I longed for over as he held me close and waves of intense pleasure crashed through my body.

I then noticed the time and thought we had better stop before my boyfriend returned but knowing it would probably be his last time with me he just couldn’t let me go. I got away from him by squirming out from below him still holding his hand as I tried to walk away until eventually his fingertips and mine parted and his hand fell to the floor but as I walked through the kitchen on the way back to the room he came quickly behind me running his hands all over me and holding me again as he groped my breasts. I turned my head to kiss him again and he swiftly spun me round towards the sink. I grabbed the sink with my hands bent over it as he entered me again from behind penetrating deep inside. He pushed me forward with his thrusts and I held on tight to the sink. He kept banging me until he heard a noise and quickly left me putting his penis away and placing it back into his shorts. I ran into the bedroom and tried to put on my clothes with my hands trembling with a mix of fear and excitement as adrenaline took over from the rushes of sexual pleasure. I was still dressing when I heard my boyfriend enter the caravan

‘That bloody shop down there didn’t have any and I had to go all the way into town’ I heard him say as I endeavoured to button my jeans with shaky hands.

‘It was hard work carrying this bag all the way back’ he continued to say.

‘Thanks son’ Uncle Tommy said as I walked out from the bedroom finally dressed.

My hair was still a little damp and very messy and my face was pink and flushed.

‘I’m not long out of the shower’ I said to him.

‘I can see that’ he said before turning to Tommy to complain. ‘She does this at home you know, even leaves her wet towels lying on the floor. I apologise’ he said as he picked the towel up I had left in the living room then walking back towards me lifted the one I had dropped in the kitchen and threw them at me.

I caught them in my arms as he said to me in passing, ‘He was kind enough to let us stay the least you is keep the place tidy.’

I looked over at Uncle Tommy and I could tell he was smiling even though his moustache covered it well.

I often looked back at that weekend and at that little holiday and how it ended. I always remember that look on Tommy’s face but what I remember most was my first orgasm. It was amazing and for weeks later it was all I could think about.

My boyfriend would come home every day and I found myself asking him about Uncle Tommy rather than the other way round. He never suspected anything though even when I asked him time and time again to give me oral sex but he always refused saying that he didn’t really like it. At times he would try but it wasn’t the same. Perhaps it was Tommy’s moustache that had done the trick or perhaps his technique or maybe that he enjoyed it but I wasn’t to know all I knew was that I wanted so much to experience an orgasm again but thought that I never would.

My boyfriend and I had sex, usually when he wanted to and although we did it on the sofa, usually in bed, or sometimes even in the kitchen it never gave me those electrifying feelings or waves of intense pleasure that I got in the caravan.

It wasn’t until a family wedding until I felt those waves again.

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Confessions of a Seductress

Chapter 6 - The Salesman

I was still in my dressing gown and my hair was a mess. I would sometimes get in the bath with Jake but that day I wanted to have a shower so I could wash my hair and had left it until after my cuppa to go when the doorbell rang.

I’m sure I was a sight with my angry face, greasy straggly straw like hair and my pink, towelling dressing gown with spaghetti stains on the front of it. My nails were of need of attention and I hadn’t even brushed my teeth. My hair was died blonde back then and always looked greasy when I hadn’t washed it.

I was amazed at the man I saw before me. He was dark skinned with no hair on his head and the sunlight reflected off his head like an 8 ball of a pool table under the light. He was smartly dressed in a light grey coloured suit with a white shirt unbuttoned at the collar and the next button loosened also. No tie but his collar sat up against the sides of his neck as if it were starched. My scowl disappeared as he smiled and my attention was drawn to his dazzling white teeth encased in his large soft lips.

I cracked a smile of my own and he started his pitch.

He was a salesman and was attempting to flog home alarm systems in the neighbourhood but I stopped him mid-flow and asked him would he be back this way again. I was happy to hear that he was in my area for the next couple of weeks and I asked him to call again the next day when I could be more prepared for him.

That night I thought about sex in bed for the first time in ages. I thought about his teeth and lips and what it might be like to kiss them. My thoughts turned to his hands and what it might be like to watch his dark hands all over my body or to watch my hands touching his smooth black skin. My thoughts then turned to his package and what might be hidden inside his trousers. I wondered if his manhood would be large, maybe even too big? I hadn’t had too many large men but the ones I did have had left me sore and I was feeling a little anxious about what I might find if I went looking.

That didn’t deter me though and the next day I began my preparations early. I had left my shower until late the night before. I also shaved my legs and put on face tan before going to bed. That morning, between running around after the destroyer and tidying, I had managed to get my clothes ready and had tied my hair up so that it wouldn’t get wrecked when I was bathing Jake. I left my hair and nails until after he went down for his nap and had just applied the finishing touches to my make up when I heard the downstairs window tap. I had told him not to ring the bell for fear of waking the baby. He was no longer a baby but in my eyes he was, especially after I cradled him before putting him down to sleep.

I was wearing my tight jeans that I was proud to be able to fit into again and had painted my nails a nice pearly white as I didn’t want to go dark and appear vampish or too keen to impress. I wore a white shirt to compliment his and opened mine at the front as he did so as to expose my cleavage. I made sure I was wearing the right bra to hold together my breasts and give them a good shape.

I had curled my hair loosely, which I favoured ever since the charity ball and I had my hair dyed blonde at that time. As you can imagine I was looking a million times better than the last time I opened the door to the salesman.

He was no longer in his grey suit and this time his suit was a dark blue pinstripe affair with a light blue shirt underneath but once again his buttons were open and his collar was high and neatly pressed.

I asked him to come in and he did. As he stepped inside I noticed his tan leather loafers and thought he was the epitome of cool.

My husband would never have worn anything but black shoes with a dark suit and although I always liked him in his work attire I never saw another man who wore a suit as well as the salesman.

I brought him into the living room and sat next to him on the sofa. I was sitting close to him, not too close so that our legs were touching but close enough to see his laptop and he opened it for me resting it on his lap.

I watched his dark hands as they prised open the computer opening it carefully like a clam shell as if inside would be a prize pearl.

His fingers keyed in commands and swished quickly around the mouse pad. I noticed his fingertips were pink getting darker as the colour turned to brown and then black then I noticed his wedding ring. I asked him was he married and he told me he had only just got married. We talked for a bit about weddings and his honeymoon which had been in Thailand. Before starting his sales pitch he showed me pictures he had on his laptop of his honeymoon and his wife who was striking. She was tall and very slim and very beautiful. She too was dark skinned and they both seemed really happy in the pictures.

I relaxed a little after that and listened to his pitch. It seemed logical to have his device fitted as it allowed you to hear if intruders were around your property before they had a chance to gain entry. It worked on a serious of beeps and lights on a display which was kept in your bedroom. When someone walked down your driveway one of the lights would come on outside and on the display panel a little red light would appear and the panel would beep alerting you that someone was there. Different lights and beeps sounded as they came to your front door or back door so you would know, lying in your bed, if there was a prowler on your property.

I was taken in by his pitch and went off to get my diary to discuss the best time to have it fitted. I would normally discuss things like this with my husband first but I wanted to spend more time with this man so I was definitely buying his product. We chatted about dates and the forthcoming holidays and he seemed to finally warm to me. As we chatted he turned towards me slightly and I felt that his body language was showing me that he liked me. I caught his eyes drop to glimpse my cleavage on more than one occasion and I felt that I was nearing the time to make my move on him. The thoughts of his marriage and his honeymoon left me and were replaced by what I had thought about lying in bed the night before. I wanted there and then to see his magnificent cock and to hold it in my hand. I had been with married men before when my husband and I were swinging so to me he was fair game. As his eyes dropped to my cleavage mine would drop to between his legs hoping to see the bulge rise or stir as I sent out the signals that I wanted him inside me. We flirted a little and I felt it was the time to strike. At first I put my hand on his leg and laughed as he said something funny, taking it away again as if it were a reaction along with the laughter.

Then the conversation turned to the bedroom and where the panel his company was to fit would go. I asked if he would like to come upstairs and show me and as I uttered the words in my best sensual tone I stroked the top of his leg. He pulled back slightly from me and answered by lifting the laptop he had put to one side back onto his lap protecting his legs from me and the area I really wanted to get my hands on.

He told me the likely spots were it should go but I didn’t take no for an answer and said once more that he should take me upstairs and show me. This time I slipped my hand into his shirt where it was unbuttoned and felt his smooth skin on my fingers but he stood up abruptly closing his laptop and said he was happily married telling me in no uncertain terms that he was not up for anything with me. I sat on the sofa in front of him and raised my hand once more to his leg. I ran it up his leg as I asked him, ‘Don’t you fancy me?’ but he didn’t move. When my hand reached its target he still didn’t flinch and I felt his bulge stir as my hand felt around his groin.

‘You are a beautiful and sexy woman but I can’t cheat on my wife, I love her and I’m only just married…. Please…’

He didn’t finish his sentence and he didn’t exactly tell me to stop so I continued to rub him until I felt his penis rise under his trousers. I felt it hard but not as big as I had imagined and so I decided to take a closer look, unzipped his trousers and put my hand inside.

‘Please’, he said once more but again he didn’t say stop.

I took out his penis and held, in my hand, for the first time a dark black cock. My pearly white nails were stark in contrast to his skin and his penis was average in size which made me more determined to have it in me. I looked up at him as I stroked it while it throbbed in my hand as if it willed me to take it inside me.

He seemed anxious but unable to resist as his hard cock wanted to be with me.

He spoke just once more,

‘I can’t’ he said but yet again he didn’t tell me to stop.

He seemed to be saying that he could not do anything but wanted me to carry on. In my mind he wanted me to take him into my mouth and so I did.

I licked his dark shaft and looked up into his eyes as I did it.

He looked at me at first, keeping his hands firmly by his side, one holding his laptop tightly in its grip the other forming a fist as the frustration in his throbbing penis created a build up deep within him. A build up that he and I both knew would have to be released. A build up that kept him from leaving or removing himself from my mouth.

Looking down at me he would have seen this blonde thrashing her hair from side to side as she licked each side of his shaft before plunging it deep into her mouth.

I sucked hard on him and then my hand pulled out his balls.

I put them in my mouth too and as I did he came exploding the build up out from the tip and onto the floor between us. I carefully put him back inside his trousers before standing up. I leaned in to kiss his big soft lips but he turned his head away and said he must go and with that, he left.

That night once more I lay in bed thinking of him. Knowing now he was a manageable size I wanted him inside me but I didn’t know if I would ever see him again.

A couple of days later we received the contract in the post and I went through it with my husband. Thank-fully he agreed to it and I hoped I would again see the salesman but he didn’t call. His number was on the contract so I rang him and left a message. I didn’t want to say anything that his wife might discover and be suspicious off so I just said that I still needed him to show me where the panel was to be fitted knowing he would know that I wanted him in my bedroom.

It was nearly a fortnight since I had seen him at first and I knew he was leaving the area after that and moving on so I had given up hope of ever seeing him again until I heard a tap on my window. It was Jake’s naptime and he had kindly tapped the window knowing not to disturb him. He had no laptop this time but looked as cool as ever. He was wearing a moave coloured suit which looked amazing against his skin and his shirt was stripped with thin dark brown and tan colours whilst the rest of it was a bright white.

He caught me unawares once more and I was wearing an old pink vest top without a bra and a pair of denim shorts.

I had thrown my clothes on that morning when a parcel arrived and they were the first things I could put my hand to so they were not an outfit I would have put together otherwise. I was a little embarrassed as once again he had caught me not at my best. I had no make up on and my hair was tied up.

He looked at me differently though, with an intent in his gaze he had not had before and despite my dress seemed to be happy to see me.

‘Come in, come in’, I said, ‘I thought I wasn’t going to see you again?’ He stepped inside once more in his tan loafers. ‘I’m a mess’, I said but as I shut the door he grabbed me. ‘Not to me’, he said and spun me round to meet his face. He was leaning down so that our faces were inches apart as he held me by my waist. ‘I have been thinking about you every day, I can’t get you out of my mind’, as he spoke my smile widened and I knew then I had got him.

We kissed and his big soft lips tasted divine as they took over my mouth controlling it as if he were a professional kisser, ‘Hmm you’re a great kisser’, I said which spurred him on. We kissed at the front door for some time and his hands felt their way slowly to grope my bum before he pulled away smiling, ‘Now let’s see where that panel is going to go’, ‘show me the bedroom’. He grinned when he uttered the words of our private joke and I too smiled back at him itching to get my hands on him again. We raced upstairs and I could’ve jumped him as soon as he neared my bed but he slowed the pace down.

Continuing the game he started to talk shop pretending to care where the panel would be fixed. As he spoke I watched his white teeth shine as his words were told to me in jest and his smile widened as his words began to sound ludicrous.

We were like bad actors in a very bad porn film as we continued with the charade. He took off his jacket saying, ‘It’s warm in here’, again as if he were reading from the script. ‘Sure is’, I replied as if reading from the same, ‘let me take that shirt off for you?’ and with that I undid the few remaining buttons and pulled the shirt from his trousers noticing that his cool tan belt matched his cool tan shoes.

Opening his shirt was like unwrapping a present you had longed for so much so that you had begged to open it sooner but still had to wait until the right time and this was it, the right time. He was ready and he watched me unravel him and drop his shirt to the floor. He was better than I imagined. His chest was smooth and silky like I imagined but toned as if he were carved from a rich dark chocolate into the perfect shape for a man. He had abs carved from the same chocolate that were shaped in the most perfect symmetrical fashion.

My hands ran up his front and onto his rounded shoulders. I wanted to bite into the chocolate but instead kissed his chest as he stood there motionless watching and enjoying my every move.

My hands seemed so pale against his dark skin and I wanted to see his hands on me. I stepped back from him staring at his amazing black body and with one swift movement pulled my top up over my head releasing to him my perfect chest. At that time I too had the toned body of a statue but compared to him mine seemed carved of white marble which had been blushed with a light shade of pink. I had always prided myself in being tanned but next to him and having not been away on holiday that year I seemed paler than ever before.

He didn’t seem to mind as he stared at my chest before raising his dark hands to take a hold of my breasts. He held them in each hand like they were fragile and would break at any moment if too much pressure was applied. We both watched his hands explore my front like I had done to him. They swept over my body as if the chocolate was melting onto the marble dripping down from my shoulders down my arms back up and back onto my breasts holding them this time in a less delicate way. He kissed me again and his hands finally squeezed my breasts as my hand raised to stroke his face. His big soft lips kissed my hand and then my lips before making their way down to my neck.

His lips gently kissed me again and again each time making a soft noise as they left my skin only to return again in a different place always lower than before. His big soft lips reached my nipple and again the noise of his kiss sounded as he kissed my breast and then kissed my nipple. Taking the nipple in his lips he kissed it as if it were my mouth then sucking gently as it rose into his mouth.

When his lips returned they were lower once more as he lowered his body down and kissed my stomach. The last time it had been kissed was when I had been pregnant years before. His tender soft kisses were like butterflies landing on me and flying away returning lower each time until the butterflies reached the top of my shorts. He dragged them off me exposing my pants which felt the butterfly on them as they filled inside with moisture.

I placed my hands onto his smooth head feeling it as he kissed me down below. It was soft not hard as I imagined. I lifted my hands away and used them to squeeze my breasts together as they filled with blood. The rest of my blood raced down to meet the butterflies below.

I was soaking wet and embarrassed at how wet I was but I stood firm as he dragged my pants off and the butterflies kissed my legs. His big black hands ran up and down my thighs readying me for him. My clitoris quivered with excitement as the butterflies landed on it but then flew up again, back up this time onto the other side of my body resting on my other nipple before he sucked gently on that one taking it inside his mouth. His hands caressed my bum as he rose upwards and then came up my back as if the chocolate was melting upwards defying gravity as it came.

Once again we were face to face and then he stepped forward pushing me backwards as I stepped back towards the bed but before we reached the bed. I stepped to the side and pushed him down onto the bed before me. He lay there looking up at my naked body as I leant over and unbuckled his belt sliding it out from its loops with ease and dropped it as the buckle clanged onto the wooden floor. For a brief moment I became a mother again as the thought that the noise might wake the baby startled me but it left me again when he didn’t stir.

I became lost once more in the moment as I slipped off his clothes. First his trousers then his underwear. He wore white Calvin Klein tight black trunks and before I removed them I slid my hands up his dark muscly thighs to meet them, taking in the picture before me of the man sculpted from chocolate lying on my bed in his undies which held his package as if too were sculpted.

I whipped them off to reveal his already hard cock which I took immediately in my hand. I licked it once more like a chocolate bar as I savoured the rich dark flavour before me. I didn’t take in my mouth this time because I wanted him inside me and was conscious of the time we might have left so I mounted him and sat on his thighs. He pulled himself up on the bed so his head was on the pillows and I followed landing on top of his cock exactly where I wanted to be.

He put his hand down and I rose to allow him to place it inside. At first he rubbed it back and forth before placing it in the spot allowing me to dive back down onto it, plunging it deep inside me. The initial force filled me with sexual pleasure so much so that I could not contain myself and rocked wildly back and forth on top of him, riding him like a galloping wild black stallion. My hands lifted into my hair as I welled with ecstasy from within, closing my eyes as I rocked and then slowed to a rhythmic pace before leaning back with my hands on my head to feel him press against me deep inside.

When I came forward I couldn’t hold myself up and fell forward onto him. His hand ruffled my hair as I lay on him and he began bucking upwards toward me filling me again with the ecstasy and strength to lift my body upwards. His hands groped and massaged my chest holding me up and preventing me from falling towards him as I once again rocked wildly on top of him. My hands grabbed the headboard to steady myself and holding it tight in my hands my knuckles became white as I grabbed it and shuddered my body into an orgasm. One which I had controlled myself from start to finish. His hands left my chest and I fell once more onto him. He rolled me over onto my side and we faced each other with his cock still hard inside me as we kissed and I enjoyed the aftermath of the orgasm.

He bucked gently into me before getting faster and then turned me onto my back.

He then rose up onto his knees still bucking me and held my legs in the air as he rocked wildly back and forth into me. My boobs bounced wildly before him and the butterflies kissed my smooth pale legs as he fucked me hard and deep. He dropped my legs before he came and pulled out releasing his come onto my stomach. It oozed out like it had done before onto my living room floor and he fell beside me leaving me with the mess on my front. I reached down and lifted my top from the floor and cleaned myself before turning to him.

We kissed again and I watched once more my hand as I stroked his chest. I felt his pecs and then his abs before again taking his cock in my hand. Once again I thought I would like him inside me before he went but then I heard crying and I sprung up from the bed telling him he must go.

I thought then I would never see him again.

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