Add Spice and Stir
written by:
Degas5

"I'm telling you, Beth. It was amazing! He pushed me back against the wall of the elevator and kissed me deeply. His tongue was exploring my mouth as if it held a flavor he was trying to savor. His hands were rubbing my breasts, making them swell. Reaching right through my lace shirt and silk bra, he tweaked my nipples, making them stiffen and ache. I almost cried when his hands left them to travel down lower, until I realized he was reaching for the bottom of my skirt. As he lifted the skirt, he broke the kiss and dropped to his knees. Barely a moment later, I felt his mouth against my panty-covered mound. His heat was causing my clit to swell and my pussy to dampen. His tongue began to work against my clit through the thin cloth, and my hands reached down to hold his head in place."

" I closed my eyes in pleasure. All that mattered was his mouth drawing erotic masterpieces with his tongue. He started out with soft caresses that ran the full length of my pussy, from the bottom up and over my clit. Then he centered his tongue right on my clit, and seemed to move it every direction at once. I mean, usually guys find a move and stick with it until it's almost boring, but he changed it up so much I was shivering and bucking against him. When I finally came, it was one of the most intense orgasms I can remember having."

Hearing Joy describe such amazing sex was exciting, but for Beth it also brought up problems at home. Smiling a weak smile, Beth said, "I'm glad for you, Joy; and a little envious. Things with Paul and me are rough right now. It's been months since he actually gave me an orgasm. I guess we've become . . . as you say . . . boring."

It had been a long time since Beth had been in a conversation remotely like this one. At least not since the last time she got together with Joy. They were sitting in Joy's kitchen. Beth was a mom of two; a pleasant, blonde, suburban housewife. She and the kids were on vacation in North Carolina, near where she grew up. The kids were with her mom and dad this morning, and she was spending time with Joy, a long-time friend from college. Her husband, Paul, wasn't along on this vacation because of work. He was supposed to join them on Friday or Saturday. Paul was an ambitious salesman and a bit of a workaholic.

Frequent weariness at the end of the day had helped to gradually drain the zest from their sex life. Add to that minds focused elsewhere and a reticence to change patterns, and Beth's sex life had nearly vanished. Maybe one night a month and calling it a night was a lie; even calling it an hour was generous.

In a way, Beth was glad Paul wasn't along this week. It gave her a chance to look at all these issues without interruptions, and it gave her a chance to talk with Joy one-on-one. Joy was the only one Beth could talk openly to, and never have to worry about being judged. Ever since they met at college, nothing was off-limits for discussion.

In several ways Joy and Beth were total opposites. Beth was a bit on the short side; Joy who worked as a realtor, stood 5' 10" with her raven black hair, single and carefree. And while Beth certainly wasn't unattractive, Joy could be stunning. When she dressed to be noticed, she was NOTICED! Joy tended to be more adventurous, Beth more responsible. In college, Joy made sure Beth took time for fun, and Beth made sure Joy settled down long enough to study. In a way, they leveled each other out. Beth often thought that was why they had hit it off so well.

Joy might've been telling the story, but she had a good ear and she could hear the weary sadness in Beth's voice. Instantly she was concerned, "Beth, honey, I didn't know you and Paul were having problems." "Well, it's not like we were having major fights or anything. It's just that we seem - how do I put it? - We seem to be less and less a part of each other's life. I miss the sex, but more than that I miss the intimacy. I miss having someone who knows me, who knows what I'm struggling with, who will listen, Just . . . "Beth was at a loss for words, and Joy came around the table and gave her a hug. They held each other a long time. Beth didn't break down in tears, but she was sniffling a bit.

"Well, one thing's for sure," Joy eventually said, "You definitely needed this vacation, needed to recharge your batteries. I think it's a good thing we planned that day at the spa on Monday. Just what you need." Beth managed to smile at that. She did need to recharge, and going to the spa with Joy would be great. On the other hand, they both knew that simply recharging wasn't going to be enough.

* * * * * *

That night after the kids were asleep, Beth's mom brought her a box. "I was sorting through some stuff in the attic, and this box had your name on it." Inside, Beth found some books, note pads, and even an old diary. Taking the box to her room, she glanced through them. She had been dating Paul when she was writing in the diary. It filled with words of how much she loved Paul, how he made her feel. It tugged at her heart to relive the feelings of young lovers, and made her want to re-discover the man she had fallen in love with.

One entry made her smile: "There is a tight feeling in my stomach, a tension. I don't mind staying there for a while. But when the tension grows, there comes the release inside accompanied by the most intense pleasure a person could feel. It's indescribable! After that I tremble uncontrollably." She had had sex a few times before Paul, but he was the first man to ever give her an orgasm.

Setting down the diary, she picked up an ancient looking book. Opening it where the bookmark held the page, she read: Sa langue et doigts m'ont place enflammé et quand il m'a présenté, j'ai éclaté dans un orgasme magnifique comme des feux d'artifice avais été placé au loin à l'intérieur de moi.

"Femmes de Passion" was a French erotic novel Joy had found in an antique book store and had given to her as kind of a half joke when she was studying French. Beth remembered the fun of translating it. "Sex used to be fun and exciting," she thought, "It needs to be that way again."

* * * * * * *

Sunday was a wonderful family day. They all went to church in the morning, then set off for a picnic. Her girls, Savannah and Heather, were having a great time visiting with Grandma and Grandpa. Her mom and dad were just as glad to be visiting with the girls. They didn't get to see them as much as they would like. At least, it was only a five hour trip. Beth hated to think what it would be like if they lived across country.

Even though her mom's main focus this week was her grand-kids, she suspected Beth was dealing with something. She had heard the tiredness in Beth's voice. Beth had admitted the weariness to her mom, not wanting to go into the bedroom problems with her mom. It wasn't so much not wanting to talk to her mom, as simply not knowing where to start. Her mom could tell there was more going on, but didn't press the point. Unasked for advice seldom gets taken. She knew that to be very true from trying to help Beth through problems when she was growing up. She did, however, make sure Beth knew she had a ready ear.

The picnic was fun. It was a great day for grandparents and grand-kids, but for Beth, it was great too. It rested and refreshed her. Being outside in the woods invigorated her. On the ride home, she thought, "Something needs to change. I'm going to do something." She replayed the last idea over and over, changing the emphasis each time: I'M going to do something. I'm going to DO something. I'm going to do SOMETHING! She felt pumped up, ready to go. Just WHAT she was going to do, she hadn't figured out yet. She needed to talk with Joy.

* * * * * * *

Joy and Beth were sitting in the sauna wearing white robes. The wet heat felt delicious. "Well, I think if you want to improve your sex life, you should try being more sexy," said Joy. Beth frowned a little, "But how do I do that?" Joy smiled, "Being sexy isn't as hard as some people think. Although looks certainly don't hurt, being sexy is about attitude." She turned to look Beth directly in the eye, "Beth, do you like sex?" "Is that a trick question?" Beth responded, "Of course, I like sex! At least it used to, with Paul, lately - " "Stop that!" Joy commanded, "No negativity! Honey, this is just about what sexy means. Someone who enjoys sex IS sexy. There's only one other thing; you have to make sure he knows it." They sat quietly for a few moments. "Any ideas?" said Beth. Joy laughed, "Lots! You just add a little spice, and stir."

Their massages were in separate cubicles, and each of them spent the time in thinking, as the magic hands rejuvenated their muscles. The first thing Joy said afterwards was, "New haircut,", and Beth cautiously agreed. The stylist gave her blonde hair a sort of pixie cut, and the make-up artists took over before allowing her a chance to look in the mirror. Beth was startled when she finally did look in the mirror. A new woman was in the mirror, one who appeared happy and confident. It wasn't the face she was used to seeing in the bathroom mirror at home.

Joy was overflowing with ideas. "You certainly needed a vacation, but what you really needed was a vacation WITH Paul, not from him." It had been a long time since Beth and Paul had gone away for a weekend, or done anything without the kids. A block or two later, Joy said, "I've got it! The kids are having fun at Grandma's. How about you sneak home early for an erotic rendezvous with Paul?" " But how would I . . . " Joy interrupted, "You know your mom and dad love watching the kids, so no problem there. we'll get you on a plane and send you home early, so you can surprise Paul. Then later the two of you can drive back down here for the kids." " I guess it would work," said Beth, "but just showing up doesn't mean I'll be sexy, or he'll be interested." "Working on it," smiled Joy.

Joy was enjoying working on it. She cared about Beth and was anxious to help her put some zest back in her love life. However she loved the whole erotic adventure feel of the situation as well. And, of course, surprises were fun too. And she had a few ideas to surprise Paul, and a few surprises for Beth too.

Joy parked in front of a small store. The sign read: Emily's Erotic Boutique. Beth gave her a look that said, Are you serious?", but Joy said, "Let's see what we can find." The clerk nodded to Joy, obviously she was known there. She took Beth over to the clothes and lingerie section. "Besides some sexy lingerie, maybe we could get you something special? Can you think of any fantasy role that might turn Paul on? A nurse, or a cat, or - - " "A French maid," Beth said with a blush, "I wouldn't even have thought of it except that I came across "Femmes de Passion" last night, that book you got me. Well, Paul hinted one time back then about a naughty French maid, and I never really picked up on it." Joy laughed, "OK, one French maid outfit, that's a good place to start."

Beth found a maid outfit that fit pretty well. Joy tried on a couple outfits too. Just for fun, they each got a baby doll nightie: Joy got a silky red one, and Beth got a satiny turquoise one. After that they browsed the store a bit. Joy joked with Beth about some of the sex toys. There were possibilities there, but Beth wasn't quite ready for that - just yet. Joy picked up a few other things before they reached the register. Beth started to reach for her purse, but Joy insisted on paying for everything. "Consider it my gift to you."

They decided to eat somewhere nice for lunch. As they were sipping their wine, Joy asked, "Ever hear of boudoir photography?" Beth started to reply, then made the connection. "Oh no, Joy!" she tried to protest. "Beth, we've got to do something to get Paul's motor running, and men respond to the visual. I know this photographer. Patrick does a lot of this type of photography. He's done pictures for me before and he's very professional. Very easy to work with." Softening a little, Beth said, "But another man looking at me . . . ." "First of all, you don't have to worry about Patrick because he's gay. Second, I'll be with you the whole time. I'll even have him do a set of pictures of me too. Trust me, Beth, if we email a few sexy pictures of you to Paul, he won't be able to think of anything else. I guarantee it!" " Well, OK," Beth giggled nervously, admitting in the back of her mind how erotic it sounded. "Will you be able to set it up for this week?" "Our appointment is at 2:00," grinned Joy. "You already made the appointment before you even asked me?" Beth said with feigned indignation. "Well, if I'm going to be posing half naked, I think I better have another glass of wine."

The photography studio was a little way out of town in a wooded area. Joy spoke with Patrick for a couple minutes, then introduced him to Beth. He was tall and somewhat thin with a neatly trimmed mustache. "Beth," he said, "I know that posing in front of a stranger can be intimidating. Try your best to relax, and continually think about the person for whom the pictures are intended. Think how it will make that person feel to see the more erotic side of you."

The studio itself seemed larger than Beth had expected. There were a number of different backdrops, and even a green screen so that could add virtually any image at all. There was a large brass bed. Off to the side was a small table with a bottle of wine and some glasses. Beth pointed to it, and whispered, "Liquid courage." It was decided that since both of them were going to have pictures done, that they would alternate taking some of Joy, then some of Beth, and so on.

Joy started posing fully-dressed. Patrick was snapping away. Sometimes he would make suggestions, sometimes Joy suggested things herself. Joy was wearing a light pants suit. Beth was amazed when after a bit, Joy unbuttoned her blouse so that her bra showed. It was very erotic looking for her to stand there with jacket and blouse on, but her bra peeking through. In a few more shots, she took off her blouse and the bra altogether. Patrick did a variety of shots with different poses, and different backgrounds. It did make Beth a little calmer watching Joy go through the process. Of course, Joy was always so confident.

Then it was Beth's turn. She was wearing a skirt and a light blouse. After taking a few poses, Patrick showed her a special device on the floor. "If you step on it, it will shoot up a gust of wind. We can use it to do that famous Marilyn Monroe pose with her skirt blowing up." Beth felt kind of special doing a Marilyn Monroe pose. The air kind of tickled. Now, "said Patrick, "Let's make it just a touch more risqué by having you panty-less beneath your skirt." Beth looked like she was thinking of saying no, but Joy quickly egged her on, "Think what that'll do to Paul! And with the green screen, you can make the picture look like you're actually on a busy city street." After a slight hesitation, Beth grinned and pulled off her panties, stepping in front of the green screen. Joy was right. In one of the shots you could even see her untrimmed blonde bush. "Paul will go nuts!" Beth thought. She was glad Joy had said just the right thing to get her to do it. She was actually starting to have fun.

Patrick took several more shots of Beth in various poses. Then they took a break and the women changed into the nighties they had just bought. Again Joy went first. Patrick took a whole series of shots, most of which were on or near the brass bed. Eventually he and Joy got to the point where she was totally nude.

Joy's body was beautiful. Beth wondered if she always kept herself shaved down there. It had been a long time since Beth had seen Joy naked; just a few times in college that inevitably happen when you share a bathroom. Beth suspected that Joy might've tried sex with another woman; she was always ready to try anything. But she had never tried to get intimate with Beth. Of course, there was that one night. The weather was crappy and Joy had suggested they stay in. Joy also invited up the three girls from the downstairs apartment: Melanie, Cheryl, and Barb. It was just girls, so they were all dressed in nighties and/or robes. They'd were laughing, talking about men and sex, and had already had a drink or two, when Joy asked who wanted to see an X-rated movie. Of course, no one wanted to be a spoilsport, so they sat down with their drinks and their popcorn. It was called "Candy is Dandy" or "Sweet Candy" or something. It was the first time Beth had ever seen a porn film.

It had the cheesy disco music background and some girl called candy having sex with virtually everyone she met. At first the girls were noisy, making jokes and laughing. But as the movie went on, it grew quiet in the room. Beth saw girls' hands slipping under their nighties. Then Beth realized where her own hand was. They were all a bit drunk and the images from the movie helped incite them. Finally all five girls were playing with themselves fairly openly. No one moved, but nighties, robes, and panties were pushed aside. Breathing in the room became very ragged, and occasionally a moan or a groan would escape someone's lips. In the movie, Candy continued to have sex with various combinations of men and girls. More than one girl brought herself to climax that night. None of them talked about that night afterwards though; at least not easily.

Beth's daydream memory ended as Joy finished up with some totally nude poses on the brass bed. The memory had Beth excited and she moved more easily through some provocative poses, both with and without her turquoise nightie. Joy sensed the change in her, and even noticed on some of the shots that there was some wetness on her nether lips. After some very steamy nude shots, Joy suggested getting just a few with the French maid outfit.

Beth changed and they used the green screen to put the Eiffel Tower in the background. Joy had one more idea that she ran by Beth: a special video. The thought of what it would do to Paul made her nod. They spent another hour or so working on the video. As they got ready to leave, Beth realized she couldn't find her panties. "I think I have a use for them," said Joy with a sly smile. "I'm not sure I want to know what that use is," giggled Beth. She proceeded to finish dressing sans panties.

Outside of the studio, it seemed like they were returning from another world. Joy told her, "Spend the next few days with you kids and your folks, and we'll get together Thursday night to plan the final details of Operation Paul. Oh, and don't forget to tell your folks about your little Friday plane trip." Beth nodded. She thanked Joy as she was dropped off at her parents' house.

Joy turned the car around and headed back to the photography studio. She spent several passionate hours in the brass bed (and other locations) with Patrick, who was not the least bit gay.

* * * * *

The next few days, Beth spent with her family. Her mom noticed the change from when she arrived. Beth was much more energetic and upbeat, and she smiled more. Obviously it must have had something to do with Paul based on this sudden plane ride on Friday. Her mom couldn't help but wonder if she'd ever found out the real story of what was going on.

There were trips to the beach, to baseball games, shopping expeditions, and Grandpa cooking on the grill. Paul called one night, but Beth didn't mention anything about what she and Joy had been doing.

Thursday night after supper, she drove over to Joy's. Joy gave her a big hug, I got the pictures from Patrick, and they are HOT!" Beth laughed and they went to Joy's computer to look at them. Beth had to agree with Joy's evaluation -definitely HOT! Beth liked seeing herself as the camera had seen her. The photos showed someone confident and sexy. She wondered if thinking sexy was the key to being sexy after all. As they looked through them, Joy said, "If these pictures don't get Paul interested in sex, then he's either gay or dead."

The plan was for Joy to email selected pictures to Paul's office email. Not all at once, but once an hour or so. They'd start with something innocent enough, and then gradually turned up the heat. "And I've got a couple other things planned," Joy said with enthusiasm. "First off, I'm having some roses delivered - from you, of course. Then later on in the day, he will receive a FedEx package." Beth waited a second, "OK, what'll be in the package?" "I told you I had a good use for those panties," Joy said with a smile. "You mean . . ?" Joy nodded, and they both collapsed with laughter.

"You know, you ought to let me pay for some of this stuff," said Beth. Joy shook her head, "First of all, I'm glad to do it. You pulled my butt out of the fire more than once." "Second of all," she continued with a glint in her eye, "I'm going to demand a favor in return." "Oh, and what would that be?" asked Beth. "If our plan works as good as I think it will, there will be some fun happenings at your house Friday night, and I want details - all the juicy details." "Beth laughed and said, "It's a deal!"

"I got a video for us to watch," Joy said as they moved to the living room, with a large pizza in tow. "Something naughty, I'll bet," teased Beth. Joy hit play and the title came on the screen: "Candy, Sweet Candy". Beth howled, "How did you ever find that?" "I actually saw it at Emily's the other day when we were there. Do you remember that night we watched it at college?" " I was just thinking about it the other day when we were at the photography studio," said Beth. They were both quiet for a little bit as the movie got underway. "Did you . . .?" Joy asked. "Yes," Beth admitted, "You?" "Absolutely!" responded Joy in turn. They laughed for a minute. "Do you really feel like watching this movie?" asked Beth. "Not really," said Joy. They laughed again and turned it off.

They laughed and talked about which picture to send when, and about how Paul might react. Beth let Joy use her own email address to help throw Paul off. Beth was having fun. It had been a while since she had really had fun. And tomorrow this fun was going to include sex. She was confident that Operation Paul would result in victory (i.e. sex-sex-sex!!)

In the morning, Joy picked up Beth around 6:00, so she would be in time for the 7:55 flight. As she said goodbye, they hugged and Joy said, "Just relax and have fun!" "I will, I will," said Beth.

* * * * * *

Paul was not really a bad person. He worked so hard to make a better future for Beth and the kids. Unfortunately, he was working so hard he was sacrificing the present. Fridays tended to be a day in the office for Paul: sales meetings, paperwork, etc. Beth rarely used his office email, so he was surprised when he checked his mail in the morning to find something in his in-box. It included a picture of Beth, standing in front of a street scene in skirt and blouse; her hand waving to him. The message just said: Hi Paul! I miss you!

That was a bit unusual, but kind of a nice thought to start the day. However it was followed up within the next half hour by something very unusual. Francine, the receptionist, called his office and asked him to come to the front desk. There was a big bouquet being delivered and it was for him! The whole office was teasing him, and asking who the flowers were from, and was it his birthday. The note with the flowers said: I REALLY miss you!

Paul got a vase and set the flowers on his desk, feeling just a bit disoriented. Beth and the kids had been away in North Carolina all week. She hadn't said anything when they talked on the phone the other night. Paul tried to just shrug it off and get back to work. Then he got another email.

This one also had a picture of Beth, but she was now wearing a short and satiny nightie. The text said: Guess what I'm thinking of. Paul was reeling. It had been a little while since they'd had sex. Last week, or was it a couple weeks ago? It bothered him that he couldn't remember exactly when it was. This just seemed so unlike Beth. He called her parents' house, and her mom told him (as she had been instructed) that Beth was out on an all-day shopping expedition with her friend, Joy. She asked, "Are you still going to be driving down in the morning then, Paul?" "Yeah, sure, "Paul said distractedly.

Just a bit after 10, Paul got brave and checked his email again. This picture simply had the caption: OOPS! It was the picture of Beth with her skirt being blown up. When Paul realized that she was not wearing panties, his jaw dropped. He was still trying to associate the woman in the picture with his wife when Francine called again. This time it was a package from FedEx.

Despite his curiosity, Paul took it to his office before opening it. Inside were the panties. This time the note read: One less thing in your way. As the day went on, Paul found he wasn't getting much work accomplished. Not that he was unhappy about the pictures, just very, very surprised. A few more pictures showed up. In a couple of them Beth was not only nude, but very suggestively posed. Paul's brain was having a lot of trouble understanding what was going on, but his genitalia seemed to get the drift. The last picture he saw before heading home showed Beth dressed as a French maid, standing there with the Eiffel Tower in the background.

For the first time in years, Paul actually left work a few minutes early. It was fortunate that Paul didn't crash the car on the way home. He was not firing on all cylinders; not with the images of his wife still fresh in his mind.

When Paul stepped in the kitchen door, he didn't notice the glass of wine on the table. What made him drop his briefcase was that someone directly across the room was bent over - apparently checking something in the oven - a very female someone whose short black skirt totally failed to hide the fact that she had on no panties. He was mesmerized by that ass like a crazed man staring at the sun. However, the drop of the briefcase alerted her to his presence. when she turned around he caught his breath, and felt a surge in his pants. It was like that last picture. Either Beth, or her twin, in a French maid outfit.

"Beth - is that you?" he managed to stutter. She rushed to him, picking up the glass of wine on the way. She put a finger to his lips. "No, no monsieur. It is only I, your French maid, Fifi. You have had a busy day and you just need to relax. Here, drink some wine. I will loosen your tie." So saying, Beth handed him the wine, then undid his tie and removed it. Paul stood there, holding the wine, wondering if he was in a dream. "Maybe I should loosen your shirt too, monsieur," she said as she loosened a few buttons. "Maybe I should loosen your pants too. I want you very comfortable." she said as she knelt. She undid his pants and tugged them, and his boxers, to his ankles. "Oh, monsieur. Here is something little Fifi can help with."

Paul was in a state of shock rather than arousal. But as her mouth caressed him that began to change in a hurry. Soon his shaft was quite hard. Her fingers wrapped around the shaft applying pressure up and down its length. She kissed it repeatedly, flicking her tongue over the head and sliding up and down his shaft before taking it into her mouth and repeating the process. He groaned as her mouth made love to him. It had been a long time since Beth had wrapped her lips around him like this, and very soon he was ready to spill his creamy white fluid in her mouth. But Beth had a different idea.

Pulling her head back, she said (As if unaware how close he had been), "Oh monsieur, I almost forgot. I need your help. I was looking for something hard in the other room." Then as if to correct herself, she said, "I mean I was looking hard for something. Please monsieur, you must help me." Rising from her knees, she hurried into the living room ahead of him. He kicked off his shoes and the clothes around his ankles. When Paul entered the living room, she was on her hands and knees as if looking for a contact or something. Again the short skirt revealed her tantalizing ass. This time he did not pass on the opportunity. He walked toward her with his cock leading the way.

Crouching behind her, his hand reached underneath to feel her nether lips. "Oh monsieur!" she said, as if in surprise, but she did not pull away. He easily slipped a couple fingers in her wetness. Having found what he wanted, he mounted her a la French poodle. Beth was in heaven. She loved sucking his cock because he loved it and she loved him. But having him inside her had its own rewards. She pressed back against him, eager to have him as deep as possible inside her.

He paused momentarily to pry one of her breasts from the maid costume, and give it a squeeze. But he quickly returned to his main purpose - pumping his shaft in and out of his hot little wife. It had been ages since he had used the word 'hot' to describe Beth. What a waste! Never again would he fail to remember how she was today. They were both panting and sweating, and almost unconsciously she urged him on with cries of "Do it!" and "Harder!"

Her second orgasm crashed over her like a giant wave. As she felt it coming on, she cried, "I'm cumming!" Paul was so close that her cry pushed him over the edge as well. He pulled out just as he came, and laced the maid outfit with his cream. Energy poured from Beth, along with gasps, moans, groans, sweat, and her sweet juices. They collapsed on the floor into a pile of exhausted but satisfied flesh.

As she regained enough air, Beth began to giggle. She was having fun! Infected by her, Paul began to laugh too. It had been a long time since they had had that much fun. Beth stood up, and walked over to the entertainment center. She was a mess. Both breasts were on display, and the outfit was stained with sweat and other fluids. Losing her French accent, she said, "I need to straighten up, just a little." She giggled again. "Now you just sit in the armchair. I've made a little video for you to watch, while I change." Hitting 'play' on the VCR, she sauntered out of the room.

The video showed Beth in that brass bed, he had seen in some of the pictures. She was under the sheet, but she pushed back the covers just enough to expose her breasts. Her fingers began to trace circles on her breasts; circles that grew ever closer to her nipples. She rubbed her nipples and jumped a little bit at her own touch. He could easily tell by the look on her face by the look on her face just how aroused she was. Her hands moved lower, and Paul could watch them approaching her blonde bush. As she circled in on her own sex, Paul had hold of his. This was so steamy hot he just couldn't believe it! He was watching Beth play with herself! And someone else (whoever held the camera) was watching too. Somehow that made it even hotter than it already was. She had done this for him! Her fingers rubbed the whole area between her legs, and then zeroed in on the center of her sex. The camera did a close-up. He could hear her gasping as she rubbed her clit. He could see her fingers slide inside. he was entranced; motionless, except for his hand. She brought herself all the way to a moaning, groaning orgasm that shook her body.

Beth couldn't believe that she had made that video either. Joy urging her on, and the thought of Paul's reaction (combined with a couple drinks) led her to do something she never would've done on her own. When she watched it at Joy's on Thursday night, Beth found herself thinking, "Oh my God! I am SO sexy!" The whole experience at the photographer's had given her the confidence that sexy is made of.

While Paul drooled over the video, Beth got out of the maid outfit. Everything had gone well so far, and the night was not over - not by a long shot!

As the screams of orgasm died down on the video, Paul heard the shower running. He headed straight for the bathroom. Beth was just rinsing off a bit when Paul stepped in the shower with her. "Like the video?" she asked with a smile. For answer, Paul took her face in his hands and kissed her long and deep. Then he began to devour every inch of her from her ear lobes to her toes. He sucked on her nipples as the water fell on them. He squeezed her ass cheeks in his hands. He fingers reached between her legs and sought out her clit. Beth's knees almost buckled, and Paul led her by the hand out of the shower into the bedroom. Grabbing a large bath towel, he dried her off carefully, tenderly.

He had her sit on the edge of the bed, and he returned between her legs. He kissed, licked, nibbled, and teased. He moved fast, then slow, and would not give up until she came. And come she did; and he drank the juices of her orgasm. Licking his lips, he dove on the bed and rolled her over. Beth took the cue, and carefully lowered herself on to his erection, taking it deep inside her. His hands fondled her breasts. Beth began to raise and lower herself on his shaft. Slowly, agonizingly slowly she raised and lowered her body. His fingers clutched at her with increasing intensity as she brought him closer to the edge.

At last Paul could bear it no longer. He pulled her down towards his chest and began to direct the tempo himself. The tempo he picked was hard and fast. Beth was gasping for air. Occasionally he paused to give extra attention to her breasts or her sweet ass. Then he resumed his thrusts. Beth was close to slipping over the abyss once more. She tugged him sideways, and reversed their positions so that he was on top. She bent her knees, and Paul made no more attempts to hold back. It felt so good! Beth's explosion once more triggered his. Orgasmic fireworks lit the bedroom, lit their bodies!

Throughout the night they continued shifting back and forth from the sex of dreams to dreams of sex, until they finally slept an exhausted but very satisfied sleep. Paul woke in the morning to find Beth licking his shaft to hardness. Reaching consciousness, he turned her on her back to enter her already wet interior. He raised her legs to his shoulders, and slapped against her while his hands sought her breasts. Their breath was ragged, and as she sensed he might be close, she begged in a raspy voice, "Let me taste you. I want you to cum in my mouth!" Paul shifted position rapidly on hearing her wanton request. Seconds later, he poured his cream into her mouth in hot spurts as her mouth circled his shaft.

He watched her swallow it with obvious delight (Her delight and his). As he regained breathing, he asked her, "Where - where did this all come from?" "Just an old recipe from a friend," said Beth as she licked lips. "A recipe?" replied Paul. She nodded, "Add spice and stir."