Sometimes adventure has to be arranged
written by:
philogynist

Not so long ago I'd been home from the field for a month or so and in spite of the fact Sandi never let my life get dull, I was feeling a little restless so I set about organizing an adventure for us. It was almost six o'clock in the evening when Sandi arrived home from the gym. She was still a little flushed from her workout. Her gym strip clung to her tight, toned curves like a second skin. She was surprised to see me sitting at my desk dressed kind of fancy in shirt, tie, and smart suit.

"What's the occasion?" she asked, smiling curiously.

"It's been a very long time since we've had an adventure. We're going to fix that tonight. Go ahead, have your shower and get your hair and make up done, OK? I'll bring you up a glass of champagne and lay your clothes out on the bed. You can dress after I've shaved your little pussy and massaged some soothing oil into her - with my tongue."

Sandi's curious grin became a wide smile as she turned to climb the stairs, wiggling her little tush at me as she ascended.

"Don't dawdle too much, eh? We've got reservations for eight o'clock" I called to her retreating form. As she reached the top of the stairs my breath caught in my throat as I saw her peel her top and sports bra off over her head. I couldn't see her breasts but even the sight of her naked back is enough to give me a rise.

While Sandi was in the shower I sneaked a peek for a few minutes and watched her soap her magnificent body. It was was easy to do because the shower stall is completely glass. I then put her glass of chilled champagne on the counter and set out my hot water, towels, foam and razor. Minutes after she was out of the shower her sweet little pussy was as smooth as a baby's bottom and was getting very interested as I did one of my favorite things, exploring her with my tongue. Today however, much to both Sandi's and Sandi's pussy's consternation, I stopped just short of the happy ending. Having them both near the edge and wanting more is exactly where I wanted them. She knew this. I am so good at this shaving/eating thing now that I managed to do all of it without leaving any evidence on anything but my lips and chin. My suit was unscathed. I was going to allow the shiny evidence of my indulgence to stay in place for a while because I so love the scent and the taste. Intoxicating.

Once I allowed Sandi off her back she noticed two things. Next to my empty champagne glass on the counter was my open Viagra bottle. Another clue as to how the evening was going to proceed. And, laid out on the bed, were the new clothes I'd bought for her to wear for our adventure. Elegant, black lace thigh-high stockings; a matching, fragile, translucent g-string; a gorgeous, matching French demi-bra which would more showcased than cover her perfect breasts; stylish black 3 inch heels all topped by a graceful, flowing smoky grey/black silk cocktail dress to the mid thigh. I specifically chose a grey/black dress rather than pure black because I wanted to enjoy the hint of lingerie showing through. I could see she was becoming more and more intrigued with each item her donned.

We arrived at the restaurant in perfect time. Our table was ready and waiting. Our drinks cold and refreshing. Our dinner delicious. We danced but it wasn't really dancing. It was foreplay. I could smell her excitement and I knew she could feel mine.

Finally, at 10:30 I took her in my arms, kissed her like it was our first time, took her hand and said "Come with me." She knew the game was afoot and she was ready for it.

We walked arm and arm to the elevator and rode it to the floor upon which I had reserved a suite. Inside, everything was perfect. Scented candles. More champagne on ice. Sensual music softly in the background. My heart was swelling with the love and tenderness I feel for her. I put my arms around her, looked deeply into her crystal eyes and kissed her with all the love we've been sharing for years. Then I turned her around and with her back against my chest, I reached into my pocket and pulled out the blindfold. It was black to match the rest of her ensemble. When it was carefully in place, not even the slightest ray of light could through.

She sensed rather than heard someone else standing in front of her. Her smile widened because this was no surprise to her. She knew something was up. All evening she had been expecting something. She just didn't know exactly how it was going to play out. She still didn't. But it was fun. And exciting.

He's tall. She knew it was a "he" because of his very masculine scent. She knew he was tall because she could tell he had to bend down a little to kiss her neck. Then her forehead. Then her lips. She loves being kissed and he was a good kisser so her flame started to glow even brighter.

I saw the pulse at her throat quicken slightly as she felt me begin to lower the zipper at the back of her dress. Lower and lower until there was nothing left to undo. She felt his hands softly hold the fabric at her shoulders then lift it forward and release. Her dress fell into a puddle at her feet. Her breathing got a little faster. It was right then, at that exact moment that I appreciated once again the depth of her trust in me. And her love.

I know that in her mind's eye she could see herself in this erotic tableau. A beautiful woman standing more naked than covered in front of a man who may or may not be a perfect stranger. His interest obvious. His intentions undeniable. The love of her life standing behind her and beside himself with excitement.

She barely reacted when she felt the heat of my body decrease as I stepped away from her back to give her mystery lover's arms room to move. First they encircled her torso and pulled her to his chest, kissing her passionately, sucking her tongue in to joust with his. Then he stepped back just enough for his hands to whisper over her breasts to the clasp at the front of her bra. I heard her delicate gasp once again as he released the catch and bared her perfect mounds to his gaze, his touch. First his hands, then his lips descended to her sumptuous offering. A sigh drifted from her as he suckled first one and then the other of her yearning nipples. She wantonly arched her back forcing her mounds harder against his hands and lips as her bra joined her dress on the floor. Now she was clad only in a g-string, stockings and shoes.

He then continued his kissing trail lower, across her flat tummy, stopping briefly to tongue her navel then further down. By now he was on his knees in front of her. I watched and she waited as his fingers slipped under the sides of her g-string and began to lower it. When it reached the floor, she stepped out of it as she had done with her dress. He leaned slowly forward. First she felt his breath on her moistening lips, then the gentle explorations of his tongue. Parting her lips, searching for her button. The deep, throaty moan she released told me when he found it.

My hands crept under her arms to cup her heaving breasts; caressing, teasing, lightly pinching and rolling her turgid nipples still wet with his saliva. Her unseeing head fell back against my shoulder as her fingers descended to entangle themselves in his abundant hair and press his face harder against her pubis. At the same time I felt her move her feet just a little further apart.

Much to Sandi's consternation her phantom lover released her button before she'd reached her peak and began kissing a trail back up her inflamed body. Her belly button, her nipples which I was forced to surrender, then back up to her lips for a deep kiss dripping with sensual promise. I knew she could taste the copious evidence of her excitement on his lips. Her core thrilled to this and a frisson of pleasure shot from her lips to her secret place deep inside her pelvis.

I leaned forward to nuzzle, lick and kiss her neck then whispered in her ear; "Take his shirt off."

Her little hands reached forward and slid up his torso to the top button, which she undid. And then the next, and the next, and the next until she could place her hands flat on his chest to explore. Solid muscle. Six pack. Hard nipples atop rigid pecs. She slid her hands up over his shoulders and down his solid arms, taking his shirt with them.

"Now his pants, shoes and socks" I whispered in her ear - each word punctuated by a kiss on her sensitive neck.

Her hands descend to his belt and the buttons below. She let them fall to his feet as her dress had to her feet just minutes ago.

"Kneel down and help him step out of them." I whispered. I noticed that on the way down to her knees, her cheek brushed against the very hard cock tenting the front of his boxers. I am sure this was not an accident.

Then I whispered what she really wanted to hear: "Now his shorts."

If possible, her smile got even wider. She reach out to his hips, gathered the material and tried to slide the shorts down but no - they wouldn't budge. They were firmly hung up on something. Sandi released the fabric of his shorts with her right hand and slid it under the waistband. Her little hand could almost but not quite encircle his girth as she covered the head and pressed it against his six pack. Only then could she finish her chore of sliding his shorts down. He stepped out of them and finally she had him completely naked while she was just slightly less so. I could actually feel the surge of erotic power this gave her. I watch as she glided her hands down his solid calves then up the back of his tree trunk thighs to his rigid buttocks. I watch her extend her nails like a she-cat and grip his buns. She couldn't see it but she could feel the throb just in front of her and as I knew she would not be able to resist, I watched as she pulled his pelvis forward with her claws and took as much of him as she could into her talented mouth. She does love giving head.

The scent of her arousal began to permeate the room, driving both him and me crazy. She knew what she was doing to both of us and she reveled in it. I loved the way her flesh and his begin to glisten at the same time. Skin didn't rub against skin any more, it glided.

Much as I knew we three were enjoying this, I also knew I couldn't let it go on for too long. I wanted him primed and ready. The main event was still ahead. Again I whispered in Sandi's ear "Stand up now sweetheart." I watched as she reluctantly released her soother and ground her breasts across his thighs, his washboard abdomen and up to his chest. She could feel his need as she nuzzled his neck, and tasted him.

Her arms went up around his neck as she pressed her naked body against his. At the same time his huge hands slide down her back to the under slope of her buttocks then his huge biceps contracted. It was as if her 118 pounds didn't even exist. She came up off the floor like a feather on a breeze. He obviously couldn't wait any longer. When he'd lifted her high enough I watched her ankles cross and lock behind his buttocks as he lowered her. The moan that came from her throat left no doubt that he'd found his mark on the first try.

And then began the dance. His buttocks clench and release as his pelvis rocked back and forth. Sandi's did the same as she received him. She buried her beautiful face in the nape of his neck to inhale his scent and lick the sweat that was pooling there. He walked with her impaled like that to the end of the bed and without losing contact, rolled the two of them down together. I watched for almost an hour - my level of excitement building exponentially as he turned her this way and that way; he fucked her for a while then withdrew and went down on her then slid back up to skewer her again. The two of them made all the wonderful, riveting noises of sex. It was her noises that captivated me, of course. Not his. Though they add to the excitement. Higher and higher they both went then slipped back then climbed again, then slipped back.

Finally, inevitably, Sandi proved too much for him, as she does for any mere mortal male, or any partner for that matter; gender is irrelevant. He clutched her very, very tightly and emptied himself into her warm little pussy. They shared a sweaty, wet embrace for a few minutes then he disengaged and began kissing his way south. He knew she hadn't reached her climax yet and intended to remedy that immediately. Like me, he is not put off by sex fluids and was again in search of her button. When he found it with his lips and tongue, it took Sandi no time to explode, so close to the edge was she. The first of many loud, shuddering orgasms she was going to experience before our adventure ended.

It is at this time I could no longer be content with just watching. Sandi couldn't see me but she knew this is the case because she knows how crazy she makes me when she is being naughty. She could hear my clothes coming off and she reached out toward the sound. She felt the bed depress as I mounted it, and then her. In no time I was in her tight, lava-hot little pussy getting my beloved sloppy seconds. Sadly, I was so stimulated that I couldn't hold out for long either.

It was very shortly after I came that her second orgasm exploded in her pelvis and spread out to the rest of her cells. Right after I'd cum just I had to taste her. I dived in and obviously it was good for both of us because in record time she went off like a rocket. Her second climax looked and felt as strong as the first but it wasn't nearly as noisy. That is because her cries were muffled by the large cock that was once again filling her mouth. It appeared that she wasn't nearly finished with him yet.

For the next four hours it was like a sexual feeding frenzy. It reminds me of what she told me about her naughty months in Calgary when I am away. "The more I get, the more I seem to want". She was insatiable. I am sure the blindfold and not knowing who her new lover was added to the excitement.

He and I did every imaginable thing that two horny men can to do one beautiful, hot, horny woman and she did everything imaginable that one woman can do with two highly stimulated, appealing males. No holds or holes were barred. This was not her first time enjoying this type of scenario but it was the first time she'd spent the entire time blindfolded, not knowing who was driving the other hard cock.

At the end of the day - or more accurately, at the end of the night - Sandi was riding him and he had just finished pulsing his very last load into her. She rolled off him to lie between us. Three beautiful, naked, satisfied bodies covered with sweat, semen and Sandi juice.

After a short time of recovery during which we dozed on and off, he got up, dressed and quietly left the room but not before giving me a huge smile and two thumbs up. Apart from the sounds of passion and my few whispered instructions to Sandi, not a word had been spoken the whole time. I rolled toward her and asked if she wanted me to take her blindfold off.

Her thoughtful hesitation was only momentary. As she stretched her arms above her head and held onto the headboard as if they were tied there, her perfect breasts vulnerably offered to me she said "No. Make me cum one more time just like this."

So I did. I started with her mouth then kissed my way down across her still perkily responsive nipples, past her cute little belly button to my favorite place in the world. Shamelessly, she spread her lovely thighs in invitation. Her arms remained pinned above her head. I could see and smell abundant evidence of the previous four hours activity. He and I just hadn't been able to get enough of her and it was obvious that the converse was also true. We had each taken her at least three times and that is not counting the number of times she had demonstrated her oral skills.

Heady and beautiful as the sight of her wanton womanhood was, I couldn't wait. I was careful to be gentle because I knew that even though she still wanted more, she would be exquisitely sensitive. I began to sup. She came very quickly. I knew what scenes were playing out in her mind.

Later, when she had come back down, the blindfold was off and we were cuddling. Me on my back, she lying on her left side, her luscious breasts crushed against my right arm, her right thigh crooked over mine, her right hand idly stroking my chest, her eyes twinkling.

"So," she asked with that naughty smile on her lips. "Are you going to tell me who he was?"

"No." I said as I slid back into the pool of her beauty. "I want you to have fun with the mystery. You know some things about him. He has a thick, circumcised cock that doesn't seem to spend much time soft when it is near you but that knowledge won't help you much trying to figure out who he is. You know he is perfectly safe because I didn't make him wear a condom. You know he is tall, fit, muscular and has a full head of hair.

Sandi is used to the yearning, lingering stares of males. In the gym. In the airport. In the café. On the street. But now she was going to have to return each one's look and think:

"Is he imagining me naked or does he already know every inch of my body?" "I wonder what he is like in bed, or have I already had him deep inside me?" "Is he fantasizing about how good I might be with my mouth and tongue and lips or does he already know." "Is he wondering what I am like when I cum, or is he remembering?"

I put my arm around her and pulled her closer :

"Have fun with the mystery my sweet love. If nothing else it will be another fun game and it will keep you even more horny all the time. I'll love that too."

"If we ever do this again I may introduce you to him - or I may not. Perhaps I'll leave that decision up to you."

I felt her pull herself even tighter against me and just as we both drifted off to a well deserved sleep I heard her whisper: "What do you mean IF we ever do this again?"

She liked our adventure.