The vacation destination
Relaxing on the lounge chair under the warm sun, I cherish every moment of peace with my husband, only an hour away from our house. The tranquil pool and distant mountains enhance the idyllic setting. I turn to my right where my spouse is lost in a book, admiring the toned figure in his swimsuit, as I reach out and touch his arm. He smiles back and continues reading. Letting out a content sigh, my eyes close as I begin to doze off.
"Is this seat taken?"
I open my eyes, surprised by the attractive stranger. "No, please, make yourself comfortable."
"Thank you". She sits down snugly beside me, setting her towel and bag before placing her feet up on the deck. Her stunning appearance captivates me. Her long, wavy blonde hair, sparkling blue eyes set wide apart, a perfect pink pout, straight white teeth, and tan skin complete the package. My gaze lingers on her fit body slipping into her black string bikini. Suddenly imagining myself untying the knots, I am mystified by the allure of the girl.
Returning to my previous tranquil state, I strive to bask in the sun, pool, and mountains, and my husband's presence. But the woman disrupts my thoughts.
"Have you visited before?"
"No, this is our reward for finishing her masters in psychology," she states.
"Congratulations," I quip. "So, what's next?"
"Well, my whole life has been planned but now, I'm not so sure. I've spent my days fulfilling obligations, so at the moment I'm unsure of the future."
Gazing at her, I inquire, "Are you here by yourself?"
"Yes, my boyfriend won't join me until later."
"That's nice," I say.
Chatting about the vacations and resort, conversations about the temperature and accommodations fill the air. Eventually silencing, I look at my husband who still seems alert. Returning my gaze to the young woman, the girl inches closer and asks,
"What did you do after college?"
Revealing the truth, "I did sex work."
"Why not make a story up about nursing?" she suggests playfully. I laugh and respond, "I started as a high-end escort, "I pause, recollecting vivid memories, "and soon realised many men were willing to pay for my company and.." I glance away, adding, "amazing experience."
She raises an eyebrow, "I'm not surprised". While I smile, she speaks again.
"What drove you to quit?"
Remaining true, I motion to my husband, smiling with his eyes closed, and remember how a spouse changed my life with "We fell in love, got married, and I couldn't continue. So I shut down my career and used the profits to my advantage. Here we are".
Her face lights up with understanding, "Are you content?"
I nod, "Absolutely, because we use what I learned throughout my career now."
I stare into her eyes and wonder about her response: "Does it bother you?"
I think over my answer before replying, "No, we reorganised our lives incorporating the lessons." I pay attention to her reaction, and her cheeks redden as she gazes down, followed by a swift look in my husband's direction. Looks at me and murmurs, "I shouldn't have seen that." I smile knowing she caught a glance at his bulge.
Lunch approaches with a waiter, and she pulls open a large tome, "Acvatars of Jan", he replies "I love H.P.Lovecraft. It's actually a little frightening..."
Later, over coffee, I share that I avoid horror usually because it can be unsettling, That he caters to an intellectual audience stunned her and I fancy the talking point, He smiles back, genuinely pleased. I feel that despite supernatural battles, we were both winning. My gaze softens, the sun is better. I smile.
The afternoon passes as the young woman reads her book, while I look at the resort ground and think, he would never understand women in changed hairstyles and sayings. Until she sets the book aside, staring at me intently, and tries to keep her eyes on the horizon to hide any embarrassment. I ask her about her ambitions, "So what will you do now?"
Turning to her, "I'm studying to be a therapist".
"Amazing," I say. "What a change."
So, she browsed through the resort catalog, seeking areas to master counselling skills. Later, she explains, "I want to focus on helping people that are struggling with change and transition". Her compassion for helping others humbles me. By evening, we shared personal desires and we begin to leave for the night, but can't forget our newfound connection. She reiterates her gratitude and I couldn't suppress my smile. With this strange serendipity, "Journey, I'm so glad we met."
An eery suspence hangs over us and she comforts,"The future is uncertain but isn't that the fun part?"
So, she told me, "I've..." She looked up shyly at me, "I've thought about that."
I looked questioningly at her, "Thought about what?"
"Being tied down," she responded, her blush spreading across her cheeks.
"And your boyfriend?" I asked, curiosity sparking in me.
She avoided my gaze, "He's not very adventurous in the bedroom." She sighs softly.
"Uh-oh," I said, understanding the situation.
Silence ensued. We sat in the warm sun, the sound of the pool echoing around us, and the stunning view of the mountains in the distance.
Finally, I spoke, "There are ways to make your fantasies a reality."
She turned and looked into my eyes, full of questions. I met her gaze and held a card out to her, "This is a website you might be interested in. Have a look and see what you think."
She took it from me, studying it before meeting my eyes again, "My name is Amy."
"It was a pleasure to meet you, Amy," I said, standing up and shaking her hand. I gathered my things together and put them in my bag. I glanced over at my husband, pretending to be asleep, then looked back at the stunning girl seated across from me.
"Maybe we'll see you again," I said, leaving the room.
---The Next Day---
My husband and I sat in the resort restaurant, delighted to spend our evening over a quiet dinner with the picturesque mountains as our background. My phone beeped, and I tapped on the notification, my smile growing bigger.
"What's up?" he asked.
"She replied," I responded.
He smiled as wide as I did. We used the website that introduced us to the world of bondage, ensuring safety and respecting boundaries. We've used it to introduce several girls to the joys of BDSM. This girl was no different.
"When?" he asked.
"Tonight, in her room."
We both grinned in anticipation. I composed an outline in my mind of a scenario that would reenact my first time being bound by strangers, teased by a beautiful woman and fucked by a man I'd never met. I could feel the wetness between my legs even before it happened. I revisited the website, typing instructions for her. We paid the bill and headed upstairs to prepare.
After barely an hour and a half, we found ourselves outside her suite. I checked my phone for the correct time, then quietly opened the unlocked door. We crept inside, locking the door behind us. We walked soundlessly through the foyer into a plush sitting room, adjusting to the dim light. The girl stood in front of the glass doors, silhouetted against the twilight view of the mountains. She wore the same black bikini as the day before, her wrists crossed behind her, her blonde hair spilling down her back in waves.
I followed behind her, voice low, "Are you scared?"
"Yes," she whispered.
"We won't hurt you," I assured her.
"I trust you."
"Do you remember the safe word I told you about?" I checked.
"Yes."
"Good," I smiled, "I'm going to put a blindfold on you."
A slight shiver ran through her, but she didn't sound scared. I reached into my bag and pulled it out, fastening it around her head and adjusting it until it perfectly covered her eyes. My eyes wandered to my husband, already imagining how sexy she would look in our bedroom.
"We're taking you to the bedroom now."
"Okay." She sounded even softer than before.
I guided her to the center of the king-sized bed, "Lie down on your back in the middle of the bed."
"Okay." Her voice was barely a whisper.
The girl hesitated, then took a deep breath and climbed onto the bed. Once she was comfortable, I went to my bag and grabbed some ropes. Her husband and I positioned ourselves on opposite sides of the bed, quickly wrapping the ropes around her wrists and gently pulling her arms up towards the headboard, securing them to the posts. We did the same with her ankles, leaving her spread-eagled but not overstretched. She tentatively tried to move her limbs, eliciting a soft moan from her. We stood back and admired her bound form, mesmerized. My husband went to sit on the sofa by the window to watch.
I gently touched her ankle with my hand, then slowly traced my fingers up her leg and along her inner thigh. I repeated the same motion with her other leg, stopping just short of the bikini bottom. I skirted around the edges of her swimsuit, exploring her body. Her breath quickened as my touch wandered closer to her bare midriff. I continued my journey, running my fingers over the cups of her bikini top. Her nipples were erect through her skimpy clothing. I flicked one with my thumb, causing her to catch her breath. I pressed my face close to hers.
"Now you've surrendered your control of your own pleasure. It's ours now," I whispered.
Her lips Parted slightly as she faced me. "I'm still scared," she whispered back.
"Yes, you are. That's part of the excitement," I replied. "Fear, pleasure, and sometimes pain combine to overwhelm you."
She tensed against her restraints, then relaxed. I slid her bikini top off her shoulders, revealing her full breasts. They were not big, but well-proportioned. Her areolas were slightly raised from the supple skin of her chest, and her pink nipples stood out against the pale skin. I imagined making them even more aroused. I decided to untie her bikini bottom next. I removed the ties on each side, slowly peeling the fabric down. Her pussy was shaven except for a small patch of curly hair just above her clit. I nudged her bikini bottom out from under her bottom, leaving her utterly exposed.
I thought about my first time, experiencing the fear and excitement all over again. I smiled, lost in thought, then walked over to my bag and retrieved a fine-tipped brush and a small jar of oil. I returned to the edge of the bed and dipped the brush in the oil. I traced long circles around the left breast with the brush, avoiding her nipple. The girl's breathing stuttered. I touched the areola, still avoiding her nipple. Finally, I dabbed the oil lightly on her nipple, which grew and hardened. I repeated the process with the brush on the other breast. The girl let out a soft moan.
I gazed at her beautiful body, naked, restrained, spread wide, and vulnerable. She trembled and made soft noises. I smiled, thinking back to my past experiences. While I remembered my first time, I stood up and retrieved a brush and some oil. I walked back to the edge of the bed and dipped the brush in the oil again. I carefully kissed and traced tiny circles around her left breast with the brush, never touching the nipple. She began to breathe more heavily. I finally touched the nipple, still making circles, and watched as the areola darkened with excitement. I repeated the process on the other breast.
I observed her for a moment, then moved positions on the bed. I dipped the brush in the oil and began to paint slow circles around her pussy, exploring her folds. I brushed one side of her labia, then the other, then switched to the inner folds. Her mouth opened wider and her pants became quicker and louder as I painted her inner labia. I brushed over her clit, causing her to thrust her hips forward. I stopped the brush and she groaned.
"Please don't stop," she panted.
"What do you want?" I asked.
"To stop teasing me," she whimpered.
I stopped moving the brush, and she groaned again.
"Oh god," she gasped as her orgasm began to take over.
"I know."
I smiled down at her, enjoying her agony. My husband watched from the window ledge, standing naked and stroking his cock, his gaze fixed on the girl on the bed. When he glanced my way, I shook my head silently, indicating "Not yet."
I set the paintbrush aside and step onto the bed, kneeling between the woman's extended legs. I start stroking her nipples, tugging and squeezing them between my thumbs and forefingers. They're firm and sensitive to my touch. I'm gentle at first, but then I pinch them, quite hard, and she emits a yelp. Alternating between gentleness and roughness, I introduce her to both pleasure and pain, and her body writhes beneath me, her mouth a soft moan. Then I lean down and push my tongue into her mouth, kissing her fully. She tries to kiss back, but I promptly slide a finger into her vagina, aiming for her g-spot. She writhes beneath me, and I insert two more fingers. The combo of the kiss and the finger-fucking drives her to wriggle and writhe, her muscles tense from her restraints. Her moans fill my mouth, and I suck on her tongue. I keep my fingers moving in and out of her soaking wet pussy, ruthlessly intercourse her, my thumb brushing her wet clit. She can't stop moving, and I realize she's brimming with an orgasm she's never experienced before.
"No... please, stop... oh god, oh god, please," she cries.
I lean in close to her face, my lips by her ear. "Recall what I said? Your pleasure is mine."
"Please, let me cum," she interjects, her voice rather faint.
"Not yet," I murmur softly. I'm having too much fun with you, I consider.
It suddenly dawns on me that I'm the only one undressed. I reach for the hem of my short dress, yanking it over my head, throwing it in my husband's direction. He keeps jacking his thick cock, his erection firm and throbbing in his hand. He smears pre-ejaculate around the top and grins at me.
I grin back, then stride over to the duffel bag filled with toys. I return to the bed and settle at its edge, watching as the woman's hips undulate while she anticipates what I will do to her next. I snap open the duffel bag, digging out what I need, then head back to the bed. I sit on the edge, still gazing at the woman wriggling in her restraints. When I tease the dildo's massive head against the opening of her vagina, she stops breathing and holds it. I gradually push it all the way into her until she starts taking in breath again. She remains still as long as she can, feeling the dildo inside of her, before she can't help moving against it. I follow by screwing her, starting slowly, then faster and harder. The woman buckles and writhes under the ruthless thrusts, but it's not until she detects a vibrator tickling her clit that her body starts to tremble. I move it back and forth delicately over her sensitive nub, then from side to side. She keeps trembling until I speed up the vibrator's motion, causing her body to jerk with an uncontrollable tremble. Her mouth gapes, her breathing unsteady, and she lets out an anguished cry, perched on the edge of an all-encompassing orgasm.
Just as she's about to climax, I jerk the toys away. She moans with a whimper, then howls in distress, her body lost in a seizure as she fights to reach her elusive climax. I step from the bed and place the toys on the sofa, then saunter over to my husband. I grasp his furious erection, kiss him ardently on the lips, then gaze at him sweetly.
"Your turn now," I inform him.
He climbs onto the bed, settling into place between her quivering thighs. He lines the tip of his cock at the opening to her pussy. The woman stirs instinctively, wary of the impending penetration by a stranger, yet her raging need within her body can't be denied. My husband and I observe the struggle on her face, watching as conflicting emotions clash. Finally, she nods her head, softly whispering "No."
"No is not your safe word," I inform her.
"I realize," her voice remains soft. [:n":n":"n"Her face speaks of the turbulence raging within her, torn between her dread of being fucked by a man she doesn't know and the primal urge of her body. My husband and I stare intently at her, sensing her undecidedness. Eventually, she murmurs, "I've made my decision.":n":"n">After considering whether to use her safe word, she opts otherwise. But being a novice in the realm of submission, her anxiety can't be ignored.
"It's not too late to change your mind if you want," I empathize, reassuring her that she's in control of her body.
As the battling emotions play out on her face, she finally shakes her head, breathlessly saying "No, I won't.":n":"n":"n">Declining her 'safe' reassurance, she intends to continue. My husband and I can see the fear return to her face, but her desperation to experience the overwhelming pleasure overpowers it. We keep on observing, waiting to see what unfolds.:n":"n":"n"
Sitting on the sofa, I position myself with one leg resting on the cushion and my hand in between my legs. I gaze as my spouse bends down and pinches the woman's nipples. Grunting, she attempts to pull away, but to no avail. Leaning in closer, he kisses her harshly, forcing his tongue into her mouth. Again, she tries to pull back, but then she meets his aggression with her own tongue. Overwhelmed by the need for release, she kisses him back passionately.
I observe from the sofa, shutting my eyes partially, and applying my fingers to my slick pussy. I feel my own arousal intensify.
My husband rams his thick cock into the woman, spreading her legs as wide as possible to accommodate him. He thrusts slowly and methodically, causing her to match his rhythm with her hip movements. Kneeling over her, he continues to kiss her furiously, all the while speeding up his motions. Bringing his hand down to her explicit fanny, he begins rubbing her clit. I watch as she violently shakes her head and arches her back, surrendering to the intense pleasure coursing through her body. Her lips part, forming an 'O' shape as she screams in sheer ecstasy.
While my husband satiates her, I move in sync with my own orgasm, thrusting the dildo in and out of my vagina and pressing the Hitachi worm-like sex toy against my clit. I close my eyes, succumbing to the waves of pleasure enveloping me, and let out a mouthful of curses, with us three experiencing a symphony of irresistible passion.
Once her orgasm begins to subside, I make my way to the bed, unfastening the blindfold in front of her. Her dilated blue eyes, now morally absent, stare at me.
"Good god!" she exclaims.
Her gaze links with mine and I lean in to whisper. "Would you like another serving?"
Her wide-eyed panic does not go unnoticed.
"I believe you can handle it," I declare, grinning brightly.
Unfastening her ankles, she moans with gratitude. Thrusting them apart, I lay on top of her, bending her thighs back until her excellent pussy is exposed. She groans in discomfort, and I lean down, inquiring innocently.
"Please?" she breathes.
"No. Please, no!" she sighs.
"I'm confident you can endure more."
I stand and untie her thighs, flinching when she spreads them open. Crawling up the bed, I position myself above her thighs and pin them back. Looking up into her clouded eyes, I lower my face to her exposed pussy.
"Please!" she whines. "No, please, no..."
Keeping my eyes trained on her aghast face, I swirl my tongue through her wet opening, gathering the endless juices that lay there. It strikes me that I may taste my husband's cum as well.
She wriggles and moans beneath me, pushing into my mouth. I widen her thighs even further, bending them back like a pair of scissors, thus exposing all of her. I glance up, making my intentions known.
"Please," she whimpers. "No, please, no..."
Acknowledging her physical exhaustion, I still continue my act of oral affection. By lapping the full length of her clit, I draw her near a climax. Her arms strain against her restraints, pleading with silent words.
I lick in a circular pattern immediately, sending her over the edge. Lying limp in the bed, her cries of pleasure echoing through the room, I prolong the oral experience.
"Holy hell!" she gasps. "Oh fuck, oh my god."
When I glance at her, she's still breathing fast and moving restlessly. This view drives me even more insane, my urge to climax unyielding. I shift my gaze to my spouse. He's standing by the doors, observing the lady, then me. Our spectacle has held his interest, and he's still erect. I jump off the bed and move in front of him.
"Fuck me," I whisper.
He stares at me for a moment, then examines the girl attached to the bed. He rubs his cock fast, then grabs my butt and raises me off the floor. He seats me onto his rigid organ, and I clasp my thighs tightly around his body and hold my hands behind his neck. I squeeze my vagina muscles around him, relishing the fullness, then kiss him passionately. He kisses me back, his tongue licking every part of my mouth, and I feel his hands under my butt. I commence riding him forcefully, fucking him aggressively, and I moan into his mouth as my climax approaches. I ride harder, faster. I can't get enough of his cock, I'm about to reach the peak. And then I go over the edge, thrusting my head back and screaming out as the climax overtakes my body, wave after wave of delight so intense that my vagina muscles tremble around the magnificent rod impaling me. Even after the climax subsides, I continue riding him until I eventually wrap his head in my hands and kiss him gently on the lips. There is no one in the world I have ever adored so much.
It takes a second to recall where we are. I turn to look at the girl on the bed. Her eyes are wide open, and she's licking her lips. It seems she liked watching me climax. My husband sets me down and I walk over to the bed.
"Did you enjoy it as well?"
She nods, her eyes glittering, her nipples still erect and her crotch still damp. I touch her pussy with my fingers, rub her nipple, then gently press my hand against her cheek. She shudders, and I smile again at her innocence. I sigh, then unfasten one of her wrists from its tie. My husband and I pick up our clothes from the floor and exit into the living room. We dress quickly and make preparations to depart. As we stroll by the bedroom door, I cast one more glance at the beautiful lady on the bed. Her eyes are closed, one arm still tied to the bedpost, but her lips are slightly parted and her free hand is between her legs.
I smile. She's just like me during my very first time.