A Fantasy Fulfilled
written by:
MyJoy

To the reader:

This is my first post and I hope it's not too long but I'm very excited and interested to hear all your comments. The story was inspired by a series of conversations with my lover that allowed me to open up about my hidden fantasies for the first time. Since I've been taught all my life that the fantasies and desires I'd harbored since I was a young teenager are wrong, bad, perverse....(you fill in the negative connotation since any you can come up with were all rolled into my the narrow definition of acceptable sexual practices I was taught)....I was very guarded and feared he'd think less of me; possibly even shun me if he knew the depths of my sensual fantasy so I was very hesitant to tell be totally honest with him. In time I came to understand there is nothing off limits for him and told him the details of my darkest needs and desires.

Corey wrote the background and beginning of the story and helped me as we thought through the details of what we both think would be one of the hottest, most erotically sensual experiences either of us can imagine. We hope you enjoy it and that you'll provide some feedback to help the next one be even better. ENJOY!

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I'm so totally in love with her that being so far apart for so long actually hurt deep inside my very soul. While they started out so very good, both our marriages had been so troublesome and unfulfilling for so long that, by the time we finally got together again after more than 20 years, our lust and sexual need seemed to permeate every aspect of our lives and ultimately filled every conversation. For everything else I love about her; her soft, gentle, caring personality, her intelligence that makes conversation about any subject flow easily and naturally, her outlook on life, love, and faith that so closely mirrors mine; her timeless beauty, just everything about her that is totally non-sexual, I so love how sensually and erotically playful she is. When it comes to our deep seated, near desperate need and desire to please and pleasure the other, we most often seen to be of one mind; a single thought.

I still vividly remember the conversation and almost exactly where I was when she first ventured to tell me just how deeply she lusted after me all those years before; about how she had needed to make love to me, to have sex, and yes, to fuck me with wild abandon. She'd called me at my office using a phone number she found online and, if there was any doubt about the role providence plays in our lives, at that time I was seldom in an office that was all but closed down and never, ever answered the phone. But that day, I did. Assuming it was a bill collector or a telemarketer I answered in a dry, abrupt tone but, when I heard her voice; when she said, "This is Kayla", all the love and emotions I'd tried to push out of my mind came flooding back in an instant.

After that first call we talked on the phone at every opportunity. The day she chanced to open up to me about her lust filled passion I was driving through northern Virginia on my way to Boston for two weeks. With that revelation on the table, I opened up to her about my own pent up passion, lust and desire for her and we laughed and giggled for more than four hours that Sunday afternoon while I drove.

It had taken more than another month before we managed to finally meet. And honestly, I think we both actually thought we could just sit in a restaurant sipping coffee and talking after not seeing watch other for so very long. But, when I saw her slip out of the seat of that BMW; when my gaze trailed over her tall, curvy body; when my eyes met hers for the first time after so many years, every fiber of my being ached. I needed her more desperately than I could remember ever needing any woman in my life.

Somehow we managed to exchange a quick, nervous hug in the parking lot, walk inside the restaurant, and actually ordered coffee before we dared look too deeply into the others love filled, needy eyes. I don't remember if any words were spoken between us; none were needed. We simply pushed back our chairs and got out of there before the intensity of the pent up love and desire caused us to spontaneously combust.

That first time I held her naked body to mine; felt the warmth and texture of her skin; explored every inch of her with my fingers, lips, and tongue; felt the love and desire in her touch as she explored me was the most intimate, romantic, emotionally, and sexually intense encounter of my entire life. I traced every inch of her with my fingers and trailed after them with my eyes as I desperately tried to burn the image of her body; to map every inch of her in my mind. Somehow I knew it would be a very long time before I could hold her again and wanted, no needed, to be able to close my eyes and remember her vividly in my mind. Little did either of us know it would be more than 2 years, 768 long, lonely, heartbroken days before we would see each other again.

But, during that long absence when it was very often impossible to communicate at all, somehow we felt the love and presence of the other across all the miles. And, if it was even possible, our love, lust and desire grew stronger. It seemed (still does) that in every short conversation we did manage she found some new way to surprise me and caused me to laugh out loud at her increasingly open, blatant references to her sexual need. Based on our past relationship the thing that surprised and pleased me the most was her increasing openness and desire for sexual playfulness.

Whether it's family, friends, religion, politics, or something else, we agree on most life issues and we most certainly agree, NOTHING is beyond discussion and consideration that might possibly give the other physical and/or sexual pleasure. How awesome and, at times, almost overwhelming to realize I found someone who is so very much like me; someone who seems to get more joy and satisfaction from giving pleasure than from receiving it. I was totally blown away the first time I realized she had reached orgasm from hungrily, lovingly, almost desperately sucking my cock without me ever touching her.

When I said "NOTHING" is off limits, that's not exactly true. During those first long conversations after being separated for so many years I don't think either of us dared to allow ourselves to actually believe we'd one day be together. Looking back, I think I'm happy I didn't realize or think we would or could be together because it allowed me to be totally open and honest with my friend versus being guarded against saying something to a cherished lover that might cause her to pull back. There are actually three things she let me know are off limits and will never happen; threesome or group sex, specifically a MFM or FMF, a bi encounter with another woman, and nothing anal, ever.

During those first, sexually revealing conversations I openly told her about times I shared the bed with several couples who enjoy more adventurous sexual encounters. I'll admit, opening up to her about my sexuality was scary since you can never know how someone will respond to something we've been taught is such social and religious taboo. So, while I don't know for certain how she felt/feels about my revelations, I was relieved she neither acted shocked nor offended. In fact, it seemed I detected an underlying tone of being intrigued, possibly even titillated by thoughts of such erotic, sexual adventure though she made it clear she didn't/doesn't feel she could or would ever allow herself to indulge the fantasy.

Though it goes against everything most of us were taught by parents and a society afraid of teen pregnancy and ruined, young lives, I think she comprehends that, as an adult, a man can love a woman so intensely, so unconditionally he willingly and very happily allows her the super stimulation of multiple lovers that include him since he revels in her pleasure more than his own; that such an encounter is an open extension of his love for her. It's more that no matter how titillating the idea or the fantasy might be, it's just not something she feels she can ever be comfortable with. And for me, that's more than okay since my desire is to give, not manipulate her into doing something she doesn't want to. As I continue to find and realize more every day, her playful boundaries are, if anything, wider than my own. So, with or without such adventures, I KNOW we will always find ways to play and experiment that will keep our sex life exciting and playful.

As for a sexual encounter with another woman, while she may never venture to try it, I'm certain she would be totally drawn in and blown away by such a sensual, intimate experience. Kayla is very easily the most sensually intimate woman I've ever known. In fact, she's so sensual that the word just doesn't seem to be adequate to describe her fully. Again, she's more like me than I dared to believe any woman could ever be. She doesn't just want to touch or to be touched; she needs it on a very deep, almost spiritual level. For both of us we come to a place where our very soul craves human touch just as a dying man craves water in a dry desert.

When we've been apart for too long (and it's always too long) it seems at times that the essence of her being leaches through my fingertips and become part of who I am. And often, when she strokes her fingers, her lips, or tongue over my body, the experience is so intense it feels more like she absorbs my very soul into her being than it feels she is just giving me pleasure. When we touch it's very much like the pleasure we give is multiplied in our lover's body then reflected back to the giver in some mystical, magical way.

What allowed me to broach this subject with her was when she was talking about her near loveless marriage and a husband that almost totally ignored her sexually. Things in the house were so tense and the fact dad was totally ignoring mom's obvious and apparent need so evident, even their teenage sons were conscious and aware of her deep frustration. The mom of one of her son's girlfriend was also in such a troubled and loveless marriage that at one point he teased her that she and her friend would or should just become lesbian lovers. He'd said it as a joke; a caring though light-hearted acknowledgement of his mom's situation. And, while she'd laughed and giggled when she recounted the story to me, something in her tone seemed to hint she had wistfully considered the possibility.

To me, making love is such a feminine experience as opposed to just physical sex. Sex can be hot and raw; animalistic; very masculine, and self-centered with each lover greedily seeking their own, selfish pleasure and orgasmic release. But making love; making love is soft and gentle; intimate and caring; giving; most often a very feminine experience. Sexually I think I have observed that both men and women are not only capable of but do experience both that animalistic, raw, masculine drive for hot, frantic sex and the soft, caring, giving feminine emotions of making love.

When I think about how soft and gentle; how giving and sensually she makes love, I don't think I (or she) can begin to comprehend or imagine the overwhelming emotions and that would flood her being if her lips ever touched the soft, feminine lips of another woman. Knowing how soft and gentle; intimate and sharing she is with me, I think she would melt at the soft touch of another loving woman she cared deeply for as a trusted and loved friend. I'll admit I've probably allowed the images of this encounter to play out in my mind too often but, when I think about seeing her pull the naked form of another woman to her body; to allow herself to get lost in the softness of her feminine lover's warm, sensual flesh, my heart fills with love and happiness for her and the emotions I know she'd be experiencing.

Unlike the typical erotic fantasy of girl/girl/guy encounter every man alive has experienced at some point, when I imagine seeing her stroking, kissing, licking over the other woman's body; being stroked, kissed and licked; experiencing touching another woman's soft, sensual labia; inhaling her heady aroma; experiencing the taste and texture of her intoxicating nectar flowing directly onto her tongue for the first time, I never get hard and never jerk off to the fantasy playing out in my head. No, whenever I allow my mind to play that erotic scene, my heart fills with deep, sensitive, soft love for her and a deep sense of giving something to her no one ever has.

I'm not for a second saying that should I ever be blessed enough to see that scene play out in front of my lust filled eyes it wouldn't turn me on sexually because there is no doubt it certainly would. What I am saying is, aside from personal enjoyment and titillation, what I would be feeling most is a deep sense of satisfaction over the knowledge she was savoring such an intimate encounter for her emotional satisfaction and pleasure, not mine.

So, with all that in mind, maybe you'll better understand that when she brought up both subjects (MFM and female bi) in conversation on the phone one afternoon, she made me laugh out loud once again. We were talking late one afternoon and she'd had a couple of Mike's hard something. I don't remember if it was lemonade or something else and it doesn't matter. The point is, she was giggly and relaxed enough she said something I never dreamed I'd hear out of her sweet, demure, very lady-like lips. After she brought up the subjects only to reinforce that neither would ever happen with her, I think she caught herself by surprise when she added, "The reason I won't ever try either is I'm afraid I'd like it too much".

It wasn't so much that her frankness caught me off guard or amused me. What caused me to burst out laughing was how apparent it was that as soon as it flowed off her lips, she was shocked that she'd said it. It was just one of those impromptu times that the shock of saying and hearing something neither of us expected made us both giggle and laugh like school kids.

The wonderful thing about being so very open is that everything is out on the table. We don't have to try to read between any unseen lines or wonder what the other thinks or feels. No matter how hot (or not) she finds the idea of being pleasured by multiple lovers or finally chancing to kiss another woman's soft, sensual lips, she knows I'm happy with her just like she is. And she knows, or at least I hope and pray she knows, while I never want to push her toward anything, I'll happily explore anything she desires and we'll stretch to find just where the outer boundaries of our limits are together hand in hand; totally mesmerized by and in love with the other.

I think I've put all that out there just so what comes next makes a little more sense as it relates to where we are right now. Kayla also knows I LOVE being nude in the out of doors and enjoy visiting a nude resort for the weekend occasionally. Once again I wanted her to know who I am but was blown away when she brought up the idea of going to a nude resort together. Of course, most resorts are family oriented and totally asexual. But, that didn't stop either of us from giggling about the possibility of finding a secluded spot off the side of a trail and making love outside. Of course, that led to the acknowledgement we could be caught in the act and once more, I was slightly surprised and very happy to hear her openly giggle about the prospect of a risky adventure rather than withdrawing from it.

Well, given my overly playful nature, I let my brain go on idle and it came up with what I thought was a very hot idea. Of course, when it came time to fess up and tell her about my thought I cringed a little out of concern she might recoil. Of course, she only giggled and cooed over the possibilities.

My thought - Go to a Hedo Resort where we could not only relax in the buff, but have sex when and where the mood strikes us. Without giving her time to respond I quickly explained that even though the idea behind Hedo resorts is to have sex with anyone or everyone you want to who is also interested in you, I've read accounts from several couples who just went there to play with each other and found other guests had no issues with them declining to play sexually outside their relationship. Surprise, surprise.....well.....not really; she giggled and cooed at the thought. After musing about what fun playing and having sex out in the open, unrestrained by fears of being arrested might be she quickly added she isn't sure she's ready for an audience. So hey, if we ever do it, we'll still attempt to be a little discrete with the knowledge that if we are discovered, we can just giggle through it.

Then, right after that conversation, I went to get my hair cut. Years ago I discovered I could get my hair cut by a nice lady and be pampered a little by her giving me a wash and a blow dry so haven't been to a male barber in almost 30 years. I tend to forget about it until I'm sitting in that chair just relaxing and letting the stylist have her way with my blond locks but, every time I sit there, I get a wicked idea that always has me suppressing a full-faced grin. And, since I'm not smart (or inhibited) enough to just keep my thoughts to myself, I just had to tell Kayla about it that afternoon.

I've long thought sitting in a stylist chair relaxed and being pampered would be the perfect place to have your lover come and provide pleasure at the same time. I mean after all, if you're going to be pampered, why not be pampered all the way, right? I described the scene to her with her sitting in the chair with the back laid down and her head over the sink while the stylist washes her hair and gives her a sensual scalp massage. Of course, in my fantasy, she is totally naked and I'm kneeling in the floor with my face buried in her dripping pussy while two professional masseurs expertly stroke and massage every inch of her naked body. Now, while 3somes may be out of the question, it seems having professionals giving her a sensual massage while I pleasure her may well be within her allowable, though possibly stretched, limits. It is that thought that leads to the rest of this erotic, sensual tale.

The Fantasy Written for the love of my life; the object of all my love and affection

Finally her divorce was final. After so many years of mental and emotional distress, Kayla was free to travel and do what she pleased. Much more importantly, she was finally free to discover the fun, playful girl she was before being so controlled and neglected and to grow into the strong, confident and yes, sensual, woman she can be and wants to become.

At the time I was tied up and couldn't leave town so she made plans to drive up to spend a few days with me. Thanks to the wonders of the Internet we'd been able to see each other a few times when we talked but it had been months since we'd touched. We joked about it but, the reality was, we were both in such desperate need there would be no way either of us would consider leaving the warmth and safety of the others arms for several days after her arrival. But, since she was going to be visiting for a full week, my brain went into high gear trying to figure out how to make her visit unforgettable.

I remembered my suggestion of the stylist chair fantasy and began to formulate a plan to make it happen once we managed to quell the burning passion and lust that promised to consume us if not quenched soon. But, how could I manage to make this one a reality? It's not like we can just walk into a hair salon, get naked and have sex while someone cuts and washes her hair. No, if this was to happen it would have to be planned and all the details worked out well ahead of time.

It was around then I remembered one of my customers runs a hotel with a small, intimate salon that is open by appointment only. Would he, I wondered, rent the salon for an evening with the understanding we could not be disturbed by hotel staff for any reason? I called and made an appointment to see him. After a short conversation with him he gave a knowing chuckle and agreed to allow me the exclusive use of the facility. Now, how could I find the proper and willing "staff"?

I racked my brain as to where or how I could find a stylist who would agree to be part of such an erotic encounter. Even more difficult, I reasoned, would be finding two fit, attractive masseurs willing to play their parts. Finally I decided to just place an ad in the local paper and see what happened. I bought a disposable phone to prevent anyone from getting too close or becoming a bother in case an interview went wrong and wrote up the ads:

"Wanted - Young, attractive hair stylist available for private appointments"

"Wanted - Young, fit masseur for private massage"

Honestly I was surprised when the lady at the newspaper accepted my ad copy. I mean, I wasn't openly advertising for sex but, anyone with half a brain could easily and should have suspected, that's what the ad was for. Certainly most of the people who responded assumed that's what it was all about. Looking back that was really fortunate since, when it comes to things sexual, it's much easier and safer to explain you aren't soliciting to someone who is willing than the other way around.

The ad ran first on a Monday. Tuesday morning my phone started ringing. Several of the respondents were very direct in telling me what acts they would and wouldn't do for money. Well, I wasn't advertising for prostitutes so quickly dismissed most of the callers saying they were not what I was looking for. Still, by Friday,I had three possibilities for a stylist and four masseurs to interview. I made consecutive appointments at a local bar, found a secluded booth and settled in to meet and quiz the applicants.

When I explained my plan to the stylist one of them quickly bowed out saying she couldn't be part of it but, the other two were both promising. After thinking the details through I called them back to ask a few additional, qualifying questions and settled on Christy. She was young, very attractive, and had good references for her professional skills as a stylist. Of course, given the scope of my plan, that Christy appeared to have a hot, sexy body hidden under her loose fitting clothes helped with my decision.

Interviewing the guys was a bit more challenging. Two of them made it very clear they were looking for sex. One even let me know he not only assumed the job included but, that he was very willing to have sex with me. He was just a bit over the top so I dismissed him as a possibility. The three remaining candidates all seemed to have great potential but I knew I'd need to discuss the details with them in a more private setting.

Not wanting any of my "employees" to know where I lived I decided to meet the three men in a hotel room. All had good experience at their craft but it seemed two of them were more confident and comfortable with themselves and me than the other was. To make sure I was reading them correctly I casually told them all to strip so I could check out their bodies. Just as I suspected the third guy became extremely nervous. By the time Alex and Tony were naked Ron was headed for the door. Both men had hard, well defined muscles and I was sure Kayla would be thrilled with my choice.

So, I had my "staff". All that was left was to figure out the final details of how it would all play out. Just thinking through every detail of how to maximize Kayla's excitement and pleasure had me so over the top horny I found myself jacking off two if not three times a day. Finally I had to get control over myself because I knew Kayla wanted my balls full to overflowing by the time she arrived.

The longer I thought about the details the more erotic and sensual those details became. In fact I realized I needed to find one more very special lady to be part of our private fantasy. At first I was really concerned about attempting to find the lady I was looking for out of fear I'd be arrested for soliciting prostitution. Then I realized, since I wasn't attempting to hire someone to have sex with me but, was in fact, looking to hire an entertainer for a professional job not unlike a movie actress, I should be safe. Still, just to reduce my exposure as much as possible I opted to contact a local adult film studio I remembered hearing operated on the south end of town. Once I found the person I was looking for and had an agreement with her I had to call the masseurs back to assure they were willing to go along with my plans. Of course, both are single and it only took sending them a photo of Tammy for them to readily agree. One even offered to waive his massage fee if I was serious. I was.

Kayla arrived and, just as I suspected, the only reason we ever left the bedroom for three days was to go to the bathroom, get a refreshing shower, or to get food. But the reality of that was, any time we left the bedroom, we ended up having sex standing in the hall or on the kitchen counter, on the sofa, in the floor, up against a wall; just anyplace we could manage to get our body parts to mesh together. We giggled and laughed. We had hard pounding, wall banging sex and made sweet, soft, passionate love. And, we cuddled and talked and slept holding and softly petting each other all night long.

Finally Friday came. After an early romp around my king sized bed I announced we had plans for the night. I wouldn't give her any details beyond teasing her with "I have a very special surprise I think you are going to really like". Just as I hoped, the tease over unknown possibilities hyped her up and seemed to send her into sexual overdrive. She tried to coax my plans out of me with attempts to suck my cock or promises of just what she'd do for me if I'd only tell her but, that was my little secret and there was no way I was going to blow the surprise after going to such effort to set I up. I only gave up that she needed to pack a small overnight bag and to bring her make-up and personal items.

She was grinning ear to ear when I pulled into the local Hyatt Hotel and it was all I could do to keep her from raping me in the elevator on the way up to the room. Once we got into the room I suggested she take a nice, hot bath and take a nap adding she was going to need her strength. With that I left to run some errands and to get things set up for late afternoon.

Kayla:

I had no idea what Corey had in mind but knew whatever it was would be fun and erotic and would most definitely include some hot, wet sex. I could barely contain my excitement over what he had in store for me and once I slid into the hot water in the oversized tub, it was all I could do to keep myself from stroking over my tingling, turgid clit and getting myself off then and there. But, I fought the urge and eventually managed to relax and slip deeper into the hot water. I didn't realize I'd drifted off to sleep until I woke up sitting in a cool tub. By then the almost constant sexual frenzy we'd been in for five full days was taking its toll and I slipped between the sheets and snuggled into a deep, restful sleep.

I woke up to find Corey planting tender, soft kisses on my eyelids and forehead. A warm feeling of being safe and loved washed through me and I tried to tug him into bed with me. He just smiled and chuckled softly at my attempt to seduce him saying I'd need my strength and horniness later in the evening. Not to be deterred from the growing need I felt I pulled him down to me and kissed him deeply as I massaged and stroked over his hardening cock through his jeans. But, he was resolved and I finally realized no matter how horny I was, for once, he wasn't going to give into my desire.

He walked across to the bar of the suite he'd gotten for us and poured me a nice, cool glass of wine and brought it to me in bed. Corey sat down and softly smoothed his hands over my bare skin while we talked quietly. I don't know how long we stayed there just talking and assuring the other of our total love, lust and desire but I was in my third glass of wine when I realized he was intentionally attempting to get me drunk.

"Hey you" I chided him. "What are you trying to do, get me drunk and take advantage of me"?

"Oh no baby" he drawled. "I'd never take advantage of you. Get you dunk and totally uninhibited yes, take advantage....never" he chuckled as a devilish grin filled his gleaming face.

"Uhmmmm" I mused. "Sounds like taking advantage to me mister" I teased.

"Well, let's just say I have a big surprise for you and I want you relaxed and agreeable. Just remember, you can say no or stop any time you want" he finished in a tone that hinted at his concern over how I was going to react to whatever he had in mind.

"Whoa" I said firmly as reality set in that he was up to something he thought I'd object to. "And just what are you planning Corey?" I asked firmly. "You know I wan...."

He cut me off by placing a finger gently against my lips.

"Do you trust me?" he asked in a sincere tone.

For the first time in our relationship I suddenly questioned my level of trust. I knew all about his past adventurous nature and, even though he'd promised to never push me beyond my comfort zone, suddenly I found myself concerned he might well be going too far. Still, in all the years I'd known him I knew him to be a loving, caring, concerned, and respectful man. I sat quietly for what seemed an hour just looking up into his eyes as thoughts and images of what he had planned shot through my mind. But, while I looked up into his soft, loving, blue eyes I found the comfort I was looking for. Everything in his face expressed his love and care for me and somehow I knew he'd never do anything or ask me to do something I didn't really want to do.

Of course, THAT, not doing something I didn't want to do, was the real problem. Given the wild, erotic images of sexual debauchery that had played out in my head off and on for years, I knew all too well there was A LOT I wanted to do. It's just that I'd resolved no matter how hot or erotic my deepest, darkest fantasies might be, I wouldn't; I simply couldn't give into them. Or, I suddenly wondered, could I?

I took a deep breath, forced a smile, and finally sighed, "Oh Corey, you know I trust you. Lead the way" I finished in a tone that let him know I was resigned to whatever fate he had in mind for me.

Suddenly I was giggling uncontrollably for reasons I couldn't fathom. I couldn't stop. Every move, every expression on his face only made me giggle harder and louder. Sometimes when I'm nervous or have done something I feel slightly embarrassed over I start giggling and can't stop no matter how hard I try. In fact, it seems the mental strain of trying to control myself only makes me giggle more.

"GOOD!" he said in a very strong, satisfied tone.

"Good" I giggled so hard I could barely get the one syllable word to form in my mouth. "What's so flipping good?" I giggled in an even sillier, almost little girl like voice.

"Good" he stated again. "The wine is doing its job. You're almost ready" he teased softly.

"Ready?' I questioned through more giggles. "Ready to for what?"

"For your surprise silly; time to get dressed to go out" he said in a soft, smooth tone.

"Go out?" I asked.

The shock that we were going out shut off my out of control giggles.

"But, I don't have anything..." my voice trailed off as he softly shushed me.

"Oh yes you do sexy lady" he teased. "Oh yes you do. Now, crawl out of that bed and stand up while I dress you."

I had no idea what he had in mind. A number of men have undressed me over the course of my life and Corey takes great pleasure in slowly stripping my clothes off while we make out but no man had ever dressed me before. Still, I did as he asked and slipped out of the bed and stood in front of him totally naked.

"Gawd Kayla" he drawled as he stroked his hand from my neck, down to my chest and over my bare breasts. "You are so beautiful."

His words melted me and all I wanted to do at that moment was pull him into my arms and fall back into that warm bed with him but I knew my efforts would only end in more frustration so fought the urge. He bent and leaned into me until his shoulder was against my tummy as he reached behind me. I heard the drawer of the night stand slid open and, when he stood, he had his arms behind me. The next thing I felt was the silky fabric of whatever he held in his hands stretch across my back. As he wrapped the fabric around me I realized he'd bought me a new bustier.

"Hold this" he instructed as he pulled the fabric together in the front.

I did as he asked and watched as he zipped the soft, frilly garment from my belly button up to my breasts. I'd never seen one that zipped up the front and suspected he'd purchased it because of the easy, front opening. As the zipper came to the top, the strapless cups closed around my full, round breasts and held them firmly in place. Next he held a pair of matching, frilly panties that barely had enough cloth to cover my pussy lips, much less my butt for me to step into.

Once he'd pulled them into place he stood back and seemed to marvel at my form. There was no hiding his lust filled gaze and I wondered if he was really going to manage to get me dressed before he ripped it all off and tossed it into the floor.

"Here" he said as he handed me a pair of silky, black stockings. "I suspect you'd better put these on lest I rip them to shreds."

I sat back on the bed and made a great show of rolling them up, slipping them over my toes and slowly smoothing the thin material up the length of my long legs. His lecherous, lust filled groan let me know he really appreciated the show I was putting on for him. As soon as they were secured around the tops of my thighs he handed me a pair of black, strappy, high heels. I don't know how he managed to get the size right but they fit perfectly.

"Stand-up" he encouraged as he extended his hand to me.

I'll admit, his wide faced grin and his groans of appreciation for how hot he thought I looked in my frilly outfit made me feel hot and sexy; desirable and beautiful. I felt a shiver shoot through my body just before my pussy flooded soaking the crotch of the thin panty. Maybe it was the wine or maybe it was just that I was finally learning to relax and accept his constant compliments and praise, I don't know. What I do know is, at that moment, I felt sexier, more feminine, and more desired than ever before in my life.

"Now, go do your make-up" he suggested.

"What?" I blurted out. "Is this all I'm going to wear?"

"Of course not silly" he chuckled. "Finish up in the bathroom and I'll give you the rest of your outfit."

I could only wander just what he'd picked out for me to wear but, when I got in front of the mirror, I had to agree with him. I was looking hot in the lingerie he'd picked out for me. The strapless cups had strong support under them. They lifted and pushed my breasts together while barely covering the dark areolas creating a deep cleavage between the swollen mounds. And, as I allowed my eyes to trail down over my body, I marveled that the thin, soaked material was almost transparent and my swollen, clean shaved labia were outlined as though by a second skin. They pressed against the fabric so tightly they almost looked like a set of man's balls and the camel toe crease between them would make any man's mouth water.

There was just an inch or so of my creamy white skin showing at the tops of my stockings and, in the full length mirror on the bathroom wall, I could see an image of my body from head to toe. For so many years I had felt unattractive and undesirable due to the way my ex-husband had neglected and even pushed me away. It had taken time but, with Corey's constant praise and assurance that I am still a beautiful and desirable lady, I was finally able to see myself through his eyes. I stood there and allowed my gaze to trail up and down the length of my body and over my full, curvy figure almost as if I was looking at someone else. It seemed my whole body smiled from the inside out.

"Kayla" I all but whispered in a soft but audible voice. "You are one hot, sexy MILF girl." I giggled out loud at my own words.

Corey always calls me his hot, sexy MILF and for some reason, I find the term really funny. He knows all he has to do to get a laugh and a smile out of me is call me his MILF.

I took one last, lingering look at the sensual, erotic woman in the mirror and mused, "Damn girl, you're so hot I'd do you."

"What are you laughing at" Corey's voice boomed from out of nowhere as his head popped through the doorway.

"Oh nothing" I suddenly laughed out loud. Then I really surprised myself when I added, "I was just looking at the hot, sexy slut in the mirror."

"HEY!" he chided me playfully. "That's no slut. That's my lover and she's a lady. Be nice."

I shooed him out and closed the door behind him. I didn't still had no idea what he had in store for me but by then I was feeling so damn hot and sexy and was so horny I was ready to scream. The truth be told, at that instant my curiosity was peaked and, for the first time in a long time, erotic images of the most illicit sexual encounters I could imagine danced in my head. My body tingled and my skin seemed to burn with lust in anticipation. Maybe it was the wine or maybe I was finally letting go of some of my inhibitions. All I knew standing there looking at the sexy woman looking back at me was, in truth, I'd willingly allow him to lead me anywhere he wanted me to go. I realized I was up for anything he had in mind as long as it ended with his hard, throbbing cock pistoning in and out of my sopping wet pussy. He may have fought me off all afternoon but I knew he couldn't hold out for much longer.

Finally I had my make-up on. I took one last look in the mirror and decided I was about as beautiful as I was going to be for that night. But, when I opened the door, I found Corey standing there totally naked. I love his naked body and think I could just look at him for hours but the shock of seeing him standing there made me laugh out loud.

"What the hell are you doing?" I burst out in a fit of hysterical laughter.

"Just getting dressed" he chuckled.

"Well, you could have fooled me. Looks like you got undressed" I chided him.

"One comes before the other my dear" he teased. "Now turn around so I can slip your dress on for you."

I turned around as requested and held my arms back so he could slip it over my arms.

"Close your eyes" he instructed.

I did as I was told and felt him direct my hands into the sleeves but, when he started sliding it up on my arms, something felt odd. It was summer and the frilly lingerie definitely called for a light weight, silky dress. Instead, whatever he was slipping up my arms felt heavy and warm. Then, when he dropped it onto my shoulders I felt the heaviness of it and was really confused.

"Okay" he chuckled. "You're dressed."

I turned to look in the mirror and realized he had slipped a full length, fluffy hotel robe over my scantily clad body. Before I could say anything he slipped on a matching one and tied the belt in front.

"Ready?" he asked in a hopeful tone without any hint anything was amiss.

"Ready" I huffed. "I'm not going anywhere in lingerie and a bathrobe without knowing what is going on" I chastised him.

"Trust me?" he asked again.

I huffed, sighed and then said in a very shaky voice, "Yeah, I trust you but..."

He cut me off, took my hand and led me to the door. I cringed when the elevator doors opened and a couple fully dressed for an evening out looked up at us as we stepped in. I looked in their faces expecting to see looks of disbelief or shock but they only smiled and nodded as a greeting.

"Headed to the pool?" the lady asked. "We were there earlier and the water is perfect" she chatted on without waiting for a reply.

I just smiled and nodded though I well knew there was no way we were going to the pool. All I had on under my robe was frilly, very sensual lingerie and, as far as I remembered, Corey was totally naked. "I trust him" I reminded myself but concern about what he had planned quickly replaced the confidence I'd had only a few moments before. Being ready for "anything" suddenly turned into "I don't think I can do this" though I still had no idea aside from my wild imagination about what "this" might be.

The elevator door opened and the couple rushed past us with a parting comment to enjoy the pool. Corey took my hand and led me into the hallway leading away from the lobby. By then my legs were trembling and shaky. I love my man like no one I've ever loved before but WOW, what was he leading me into? Just then I spotted the sign for the spa and salon. I still didn't remember him telling be about his spa fantasy but just knowing we were going to a spa seemed in some way to calm my nerves if only just a little.

I was trailing behind him, almost forcing him to drag me along. Yes, the idea of going to the spa is always appealing but, I've never walked into a spa wearing only a robe, lingerie, and heels. So, to say I was still apprehensive is a huge understatement.

Finally we passed the entrance to the spa/salon area only to have him confuse me even more. Instead of turning left into the spa, we turned right into the door of the hair salon. I noticed that the door was covered in heavy, brown paper and wondered if it was under construction or renovation. Nothing made sense as I cautiously followed behind him.

As the door closed Corey turned, pulled me into his arms and said, "Welcome to your fantasy."

"My fantasy?" I questioned.

"Yeah, don't you remember me telling you about my fantasy of sitting in the stylist chair and being pleasured while she did my hair?"

"Yeah" I answered with hesitation in my voice.

"And do you remember how you giggled when I told you about it being my fantasy for you to be pampered and catered to while I pleasured you?" he pressed.

I froze. Everything in me said turn and run; run fast and run far. The only problem was, my legs wouldn't move. Struggle as I did for words, my mouth didn't work either. In fact, in that moment of shock, nothing worked, especially my brain.

"Iahhhhh.....I mean....I ahhhh" I stammered unintelligently as I struggled to say something; anything. But, the words just wouldn't come.

Corey sensed my shock and my sudden fear and gently kissed my lips. He pulled me against his body and whispered in my ear.

"Kayla, I love you more than my own life. I promise nothing bad will happen. Just relax and let it flow for at least a few minutes. Then, if you still want to run away, I'll run away with you and we will laugh and giggle about this. I promise" he said in a soothing, calming tone.

I really can't explain it but just feeling his arms around me and hearing him say how much he loves me always melts me. No matter how bad things were before and during my divorce, any time I called him, just the sound of his calm, assuring voice always relieved my deepest concerns and my, at times, desperate fears. Just as he always does, he held me and talked to me for several minutes and, just as I always do, I relaxed and melted into his body. Whatever he had planned we were in it together and I knew he wouldn't allow anything to go beyond my wishes or control.

Finally I sighed, took a deep breath of courage and said, "Okay, let's do this. You just have to promise if I say no you will take me back to the room and everything will be okay between us."

"Baby" he almost chuckled. "Of course I will and we are okay no matter what. This is just for fun and play. No matter if you say no right this second, you and I are great; perfect as we always are. The worst thing that can happen right now is this all gets too crazy, we leave, and we laugh about it when we are old and wrinkled."

The image of us sitting on the porch old, wrinkled, barely able to move laughing about the time we lived out a fantasy in a beauty salon made me burst out laughing and suddenly, my uncontrollable giggles were back. It was all too silly not to giggle. Let's face it, NO BODY in the real world does stuff like this. That in itself made it funny because Corey isn't like normal people. He only exists in what we call the real world; he lives in his own special space like no one I ever met.

"Okay" I sighed again. "Just if I say sto...."

He cut me off and assured me in his calming voice that we would leave the instant I said to. He unfastened the belt on my robe but, even as he started to open it, I clutched it to my body. No one was in the room but us yet suddenly I felt vulnerable and exposed.

"It's okay babe, you'll see. Just relax" he coaxed.

I relaxed my grip on the soft, plush robe as he opened it and grazed over my scantily covered body with his lust filled eyes. I don't think I've ever known a man who gets so turned on just by looking at me. I couldn't explain it but suddenly I was proud of my body and how just the sight of it turned him on. I twisted in his arms until I was facing away from him, shrugged my shoulders causing the heavy robe to fall off my body into a heap around my feet and took a couple of steps away from him. After just standing there for him to look at my back and mostly exposed butt I did two complete circles as I twirled around in front of him.

"So, you like?" I giggled.

"No baby" he laughed and then emphasized. "I DO NOT like, I LUUUVVVVVV" he drawled.

"Hi guys" a friendly woman's voice spoke from behind me.

I froze in fear again and started to pick up the robe and run out of the room. Of course, I panicked when I saw Corey turn and lock the door behind him. He said we could leave at any time but he'd locked me in and there was no visible escape route. Suddenly I was trembling like I was freezing to death even though the room was cozy and warm.

"Hi" the chipper voice called again. "I'm Christy and you must be Kayla. I'll be the stylist for your fantasy today. Won't you come and sit down?" she asked in a calm, reassuring tone.

Slowly I turned to face the woman standing there looking at my nearly naked body. I don't know what I was expecting but it certainly wasn't the sight of a woman dressed almost exactly as I was. My body was frozen in time and space. My mind was totally blank and I felt as if I'd pass out but, when I jolted back to consciousness, I realized I was staring at her body, not looking at her face. Even in my dazed state I was aware of the thought, "Now I know how guys feel when they get caught". The thought made me laugh if only on the inside.

"Hi Kayla" she said in a warm, friendly voice. "Let's get a drape on you. We don't want to get any stray hairs in places you don't want them" she finished with a girlish laugh.

Christy's warm smile matched the tone of her voice. I assumed she must be about 40 years old but her body looked much, MUCH younger. She is shorter than me but still reasonably tall for a woman, maybe 5'8" or so. Her blond hair fell on her shoulders and her face was pretty. Her bustier was almost like mine except that the bra cups were mesh which allowed anyone looking to see the full outline of what I assumed are full, 36 C breasts and her light, tan areolas. And, I couldn't help but notice her nipples were rigid and that the thin mesh molded to what appeared to be turgid nubs that are easily ¾ of an inch long and pretty thick.

Still unable to move I just stood there looking at her with my eyes trailing over her feminine frame almost the same way Corey looks at me. As I scanned down her sensual form I noted her tight abs and flat, toned tummy. Her waist flared out to wide hips and what appeared from my vantage point to be a very rounded, firm butt. I don't know why I was so mesmerized by her body because I've never looked at any woman the way I looked at Christy that day. I noted the see through, mesh panties and her clean shaved pussy lips protruding from her body. I probably lingered on the V at the tops of her thighs too long before trailing my eyes down her long, shapely legs. Finally I forced my eyes back up to hers. She was still smiling warmly and acted like being ogled by another woman was the most natural thing in the world.

While I looked into her shinning blue eyes and smiling face I felt that familiar little knot in my stomach. Immediately after that I shivered and felt my pussy flooding once again.

"OHHHGAWD" I groaned silently. "This can't be happening. I can't be this turned on from looking at another woman."

But, I was and there was nothing I could do to change the surge of sexual energy that seemed to shoot through every cell in my body. Just as suddenly I was once again scared over what Corey had in mind. We had teased about me making love to a woman but I'd also made it very clear it would never happen.

I didn't remember turning around but suddenly I was in Corey's arms and he was holding me tightly. "I can't" I breathed more than said into his ear. "I'm not going to have sex with her."

"Of course you aren't baby" he whispered.

He tried but couldn't suppress his chuckle.

"She's a certified, qualified hair stylist and she's going to cut and wash your hair, that's all" he whispered into my ear.

"But the way she's dressed" I huffed almost as if I was out of breath and surely, at that moment, I was.

Christy may not be the hottest, sexiest woman I've ever seen but she was certainly the most sensual woman I'd ever allowed myself to openly stare at. Something about her was alluring and though I didn't want to admit it, the gush of fluid that flooded the sheer panty streamed down my thighs made it impossible to deny how turned on I was from looking at her. Corey's words calmed me but I was so totally conflicted about all the feelings and emotions running through my mind and body. Even though my mind was spinning I remember wondering, "Is it possible? Could Corey know me and my sexual needs better than I know myself?"

"Hey Baby" he whispered in a calm, love filled voice. "She's only here to do your hair and give you the best scalp massage you ever had. I just thought you'd be more comfortable if she was dressed like you rather than being in normal clothes, I promise" he continued.

I don't know how long I stood there just clinging to him but finally he released his grip on me and nudged me toward the chair.

"Christy is ready to get started, better not keep her waiting" he encouraged me.

I kissed him softly on the lips and turned back to back to find Christy had the drape held wide waiting for me to sit down. As I settled into the chair I was aware of the feel of the soft, smooth leather against my lower back and exposed shoulders. She swung the drape across my body and fastened it securely around my neck. With the soft fabric covering me I no longer felt so over exposed and started to relax just a little more. Just as I got settled into the most comfortable salon chair I've ever sat in, Corey produced a cool, sparkling glass of wine as if out of thin air and placed it in my hand.

Christy asked about how I liked my hair and set about giving me a haircut just as if I were a normal customer on any given day sitting in her chair. She chatted with me easily and within a few minutes I was relaxed and totally at ease. Corey must have sensed my increasing comfort with the situation because he walked through the doorway leading to the back. When he appeared again there was someone walking behind him. Since I was totally covered the presence of someone new didn't concern me until I realized it was a young, totally naked man.

"Kayla" Corey chirped as if he were introducing me to a friend at a ball game, "This is Alex, Ron, and Tammy. Guys, meet my lover and very best friend, Kayla".

As he introduced them one by one, three totally naked people slipped through the doorway. I was faintly aware of Corey explaining that the guys are professional masseurs, Tammy is a professional model and actress, and that they were there for my personal enjoyment. I think he even assured me that after their performance, the guys would give me the best massage of my life but honestly, I was in a fog and it wasn't out of fear or concern over what Corey had in his deviant mind. Suddenly I was as hot and horny as I could remember ever being in my life. My breasts swelled and became so sensitive they almost hurt and my pussy gushed so much I felt the warmth of my wetness soaking the leather under my butt.

All of them appeared to be in their mid-thirties but that was not what drew my rapt attention. The men were ripped and when I say ripped, I mean like professional body builder ripped. Their arms and chests were huge and tapered down to the most defined 6-packs I've ever seen on any man with tight, rock hard stomachs, tight gluts that looked more like hard, perfectly shaped melons than a man's butt. And their thighs, my goodness, their thighs were huge with rolls that can only be described as muscles on muscles that tapered down to the biggest, rock hard calves I've ever seen. In college I was in the Sport's Medicine program and spent a lot of time in the gym around young, hard bodied athletes but none of them were built like Alex and Ron.

But, while I'm blushing just from writing this, even their perfect bodies and flawless skin is not where my eyes locked. Both men's cocks and balls were shaved smooth and clean with only the tuft of neatly trimmed fur at the base and OMG, I've never seen two more perfectly shaped phalluses in my life. Even the men in the few porn clips or magazines I've seen didn't have cocks so perfectly shaped and proportioned. I was aware that I was staring at them with unblinking eyes. Normally I would have cut my eyes away but, whether it was all the wine Corey poured in me or just my normal inhibitions starting to fade I still don't know. All I know is that I stared at those two perfect male specimens like a wild animal staring at a fresh piece of delicious, succulent meat.

Alex is maybe 5'10" with dark hair and deep olive skin. His face is well proportioned and his smile is calming and disarming. But his cock, oh my. Even though he was standing beside an equally beautiful, naked woman, it appeared his cock was totally limp. Totally flaccid it must have hung down a good 6 inches and was thick with the long, thick veins visible though not distended. He is circumcised and the large, rounded, mushroomed head is perfectly proportioned to the size and shape of his phallus and his full, round balls hanging below looked to be larger than golf balls.

Ron stands at least 6'2" tall and is blond and blue and has that innocent yet mischievous grin that melts a woman's heart. Well, it melts that spot between her legs anyway and leaves her dripping. Though not as long or thick as Alex, Ron's cock hung at least 4 inches totally soft and the head seemed to turn up just enough that it pointed out instead of at the floor. But his tight, smooth balls appeared to be larger than Alex's if that was even possible.

All I knew is that as the fog of the initial shock began to clear I was aware that my jaw ached and my mouth was watering so much I had to constantly swallow to keep from choking. Maybe it was wrong and, if not wrong, certainly not lady-like to not only stare at their naked bodies but to display my sudden and unexpected lust for their manhood openly and without reservation.

In my slightly inebriated state I reasoned that Corey had set all this up and had made it clear it was all for my personal pleasure and enjoyment. If the blatant lust in my hungry eyes bothered him he'd just have to deal with it, at least for the moment. But the reality was, tipsy or not, I knew him well enough to know, he truly loves me and will never regret anything that makes me smile. Wine or not, the fact I know he wants and tries to do anything; everything to make me happy with no thought of selfishness is why I could finally relax and just let things play out; to allow myself to absorb the erotic sensuality of the moment and not worry about what we should or shouldn't be doing.

While I looked on with my mouth still agape the guys smiled and turned to face the very hot, sensually beautiful woman that stood between them. Tammy is tall, as tall as Alex. The track lights they were standing under seemed if they had been placed there for the express purpose of lightening the three naked bodies under them and the light glistened off her sun washed, auburn hair.

When I finally managed to tear my eyes away from the guys I saw that her eyes are bright green and seemed to dance in her head like kids playing in the park. Her skin is bronzed from many hours in the sun or a tanning booth and smooth without the hint of a wrinkle or blemish to be seen. I trailed my eyes down her body and back up as I drank in her sensual beauty. While she probably wears the same bra size as me, her smaller frame seemed to make her huge, at least 36D, breasts even larger than they are. And WOW, they are full and round with only the slightest hint of natural sag. Her dark, slightly larger than a quarter sized areolas were tight and puckered hinting at her state of arousal and her long, turgid nipples protruded from the dark circles like laser pointers aimed straight for my wide, lust filled eyes.

By then any thoughts of forced propriety or restraint had long drained away like the sweet, cool nectar from my seemingly ever full glass. I made no effort to hide my visual inspection of every inch of Tammy's feminine form and for once just allowed myself to take in and admire the sensual beauty of another woman's naked body. Her abdomen and stomach are tight and smooth with the hint of rippled abs that trailed down to a soft triangle of trimmed, red fur and, as I inspected her further, saw that her labia were swollen and distended and clearly visible through her slightly parted legs. The lips were slightly lighter than her tanned skin which only seemed to highlight their sensual form and the moisture dripping from them and soaking her upper thighs glistened in the small spot light above her.

As I stared I sensed slight movement in her body and lifted my eyes back to hers. She smiled brightly but the lust and desire building inside her softened her face and her stare burned into me as she slowly turned around so that I could see all of her beautiful body.

Her back is long and tapers seductively from her wide shoulders to her trim waist before flaring out to her tight, rounded butt. My eyes followed the rise and fall of her alluring ass down to the tops of her muscular thighs and down her long, toned legs. She was absolutely stunning. I won't say I've never thought about making love to another woman but it's something I've always dismissed as a fleeting thought that would never and could never happen. But, sitting there looking at Tammy, I certainly understand the animal lust I see in Corey's eyes when he looks at my body. Much more, the tightening in my stomach and my flooding pussy screamed in my head that regardless of what I wanted to allow my mind to think, my body wanted what it wanted. Even in my daze I was aware and thankful Corey had promised to not let me do anything I'd regret later.

Alex and Ron stepped forward until their chests pressed against her arms and their hanging cock nuzzled against her warm, bronzed skin. I've never enjoyed the few porn clips I've seen and certainly never believed I liked seeing others having sex on the screen. But, seeing their bodies pressed together so close to where I was sitting had my body trembling and I was aware that the backs of my thighs and butt were totally soaked in the fluids gushing from my burning slit.

Tammy turned her head toward Alex and I watched mesmerized as their lips brushed softly; gently; like two genuine lovers, not actors in a staged scene. After two or three kisses that were barely more than their lips touching, Tammy pushed her lips fully against his and from the movement in their cheeks I knew they were exchanging a deep, passionate, tongue probing kiss.

A deep sigh and the soft, audible moan of a woman's voice brought me to reality only to realize the lusty sounds were coming from me. As I came back to reality I found that I was subconsciously stroking over my own swollen labia through the thin, dripping wet panty with one hand and making light circles on my stomach with the fingers of the other one. Suddenly I was conscious I was sitting in a hair salon chair with a scantily clad woman tugging on and trimming my hair, Corey standing just off to the side, and three naked strangers making out in front of me. I felt my face glow crimson red from intensity of my blush at such a wanton display of raw lust.

It took every ounce of will power and strength I could muster to turn my head slightly and lift my eyes to meet Corey's. I could only imagine what he must be thinking about me. He'd surely be upset I had allowed myself to become so engrossed and carried away in the illicit display of lust and passion playing out before me. Considering he had gone to a lot of trouble to set this all up I have no idea why but, for some reason, I expected to see a look of disapproval and disappointment. Now, I don't know why those feelings of embarrassment and fear shot through me after the way he has openly teased me about not only watching others have sex but being watched but, by the time my eyes met his, I was shivering; almost cowering in fear.

As my eyes focused on his full faced grin my fear, if not my embarrassment, began to subside. Corey's expression was a mixture of mild amusement over me getting caught up in the moment and letting myself enjoy it and his love for me. His eyes locked with mine for several long, intense seconds before he chuckled out loud.

"That's it baby, just relax and enjoy the show. It's all for you." He said in a calm, assuring and very sincere tone.

Still I didn't pull my eyes away from his. I don't know if I was trying to read through his expression and words to determine if he was being honest in his enjoyment of watching my desirous response to the visual stimulation or if I was trying to absorb just a little more of his care free spirit. Either way I seemed to find what I needed in his loving eyes and confident expression. But, as is typical, whenever I get into a somewhat embarrassing situation, I started giggling again uncontrollably. Corey took the two step separating where he was standing and where I was sitting and leaned in and kissed me softly on the lips.

"Hey sexy lady" he cooed in a smooth, easy tone. "Just relax and enjoy the show. Well" he hesitated with a chuckle. "Relax and enjoy it even more. I think you are already enjoying it."

As the words slipped of his slick lips I felt his hand on my knee slip under the drape and up my thigh until his fingers covered mine where I was still lightly stroking my tingling clit. He covered my lips with his and thrust his tongue into my mouth at the same moment he slipped his hand under mine, crooked his finger around the band of the soaked mesh covering my dripping slit and easily pushed two fingers deep into my burning pussy. My body tensed and I sucked in a deep breath as my body quivered and my gushing fluids covered his probing fingers. My inner muscles clamped down around the invading digits and I felt little spasms shoot through me as my body convulsed over and over again. When the intensity began to subside and I released the tight grip on his fingers, he slipped them from me.

No sooner than our lips parted he stuck his middle finger in his mouth and made a great show of licking my nectar from it before pulling it out and pushing his index finger into my mouth. The sweetness of my body covered my tongue and I sucked and tongued his finger as if it were his cock until all trace of me was cleaned away.

"Oh yeah" he cooed. "You're enjoying this."

He hesitated for a second and then said, "but you know, something just isn't quite right here."

"What?" I asked, suddenly not concerned he'd let things go farther but that he'd stop it.

"OHhhhhhh" he drawled. "It's just that looking at Alex, Ron, and Tammy; I think you are way too covered up."

I don't know how he managed to unfasten the snaps of the drape from around my neck but in a quick, fluid movement, he whisked away the satiny material leaving me sitting there in my stockings, panty, and bustier. Instinctively I reached out to grab what had become my security blanket but he jerked it out of my grasp and tossed it against the door where it slid into a heap in the floor.

"Beautiful" a woman's soft voice filled the air. "Kayla, you're such a sexy lady. You should never hide that body from the world".

I glanced to where the three were still standing with their bodies pressed together and back to Corey. Just then Christy stepped from behind me offering me a full view of her scantily clad body.

"I agree" she all but cooed. "Leave it off. I'm finished cutting your hair anyway so you don't need it."

I took a deep breath and forced the tension to drain out of my muscles and fell back against the cool leather but did pull my fingers away from my soaked crotch. But, I winched at the unexpected touch when I felt Christy's fingers on my knee. She held her hand there for a few seconds as if testing to see if I'd stop her, Getting no resistance she drug the backs of her fingernails lightly over my leg and thigh and even allowed her little finger to trace up the length of my mesh covered slit before continuing to stroke over my stomach, between my breasts and up my chest and neck until her fingers pushed into my hair. I've never been touched like that before in my life. The softness of her skin and the lightness of touch caused me to close my eyes and moan softly.

She stepped behind the chair again and whispered into my ear to watch the trio just before she kissed me lightly on the cheek. My head was tilted back and when I opened my eyes I was staring up into her soft, lust filled eyes.

"This is all for you Kayla" she cooed. "Just let yourself go and enjoy it sexy lady" she cooed in an even softer, more sensual tone.

Our eyes were locked together and as her face came closer to mine I found myself praying she'd kiss me. Her soft, feminine lips were pursed slightly and the desire inside me once again threatened to consume me.

When her lips finally touched mine they felt like soft, warm, smooth velvet. Something deep inside of me whispered "This is wrong" but the sexual being that had been awakened quickly said, "Shut up and leave me alone".

That first touch of her lips on mine lasted only a second before she pulled back slightly and looked into my eyes again. As certainly and as surely as any two lovers have ever been drawn together, the magnetism between us seemed heavy and unbreakable. When she leaned into me again our lips pushed together fully and I felt the softness of another woman's tongue intertwine with mine. I don't remember doing it but, when I regained some sense of the rest of my body, my hand was cupping her cheek softly and her hand was pressed inside the cup of the bustier and she was gently cupping one of my breasts.

I love deep, soft, passionate kisses and always tremble at the touch of Corey's hand when he cups my breasts but this was softer and more tender than any exchange I'd ever shared in my life. Her skin was soft and warm on my hand, almost like warm silk, and the gentleness of her touch was so soft and intimate I felt I might cry. I don't know how long we kissed but it seemed all time and even the spinning of the earth stopped.

Finally she pulled away from me, looked deeply into my eyes again and said, "I have work to do. Watch the show Kayla. It's all for you".

Reluctantly I pulled my eyes away from hers and turned them back to the erotic display of lust and passion playing out in front of me. The guys were kissing Tammy's neck and ears while cupping her breasts and gently twisting her long, thick nipples between their fingers. Her light, playful expression had deepened into a look of lust and growing need and I saw that her hands were stroking down over the side of the men's thighs as they pleasured her.

As Alex and Ron traced light kisses and playful, sensual licks down her neck to her chest I heard the soft sigh escape her lips but, when they locked their mouths over her rigid nipples and dark areolas, she moaned and cooed loudly. To bend down so they could better access her full mounds they stepped away from her body slightly and what I saw caused me to moan as well.

Their cocks were no longer flaccid and limp. Both men's turgid poles were blood filled; rigid; throbbing and the thick. The thick, distended veins wrapped around them like vines around the trunk of a tree. I had no way to know how long or thick they really were but Alex's massive dick appeared to be at least 10 inches long and as thick as a coke can. In contrast, Ron's throbbing meat was big too, at least 8 inches long and thick but it looked small in comparison to Alex's.

And, when Tammy wrapped her small fingers around them, I think they appeared even larger. From where I was sitting it seemed her fingers were closed around the thick girth of Ron's turgid pole but I noted they didn't even come close to meeting on Alex. But even more amazing, the length of Alex's prick that extended past the width of her palm was by itself bigger than the cock of any man I've ever been with. As beautiful as they were to look at, I was silently thankful I'd never been split apart by such a mammoth cock.

Again the thought that Corey was standing there watching my reactions caused me to jerk my head around to look at him. He had slipped out of his robe and was standing there totally naked, his own rigid cock in his hand as he slowly stroked up and down its length. When he sensed movement he turned away from the erotic scene of the three lovers and looked at me with a huge grin on his face.

"Those are pretty nice ones aren't they babe?" he chuckled; his reference obviously to the two massive cocks the guys were sporting.

"Nice to look at but that's the only one I need" I cooed with a slight, lust filled grin. "Come here" I beckoned softly.

Corey stepped close enough to allow me to reach out and wrap my own fingers around the one cock in the whole world I want to feel filling my mouth, pumping deep into my pussy, and filling or covering me with its pent up cream. My hands are about the same size as Tammy's and when I wrapped my fingers around it, it only made the contrast between their sizes more apparent. Even though Corey's is a good inch wide, my fingers lapped over and my hand covered all but the last inch and the crown.

Corey looked down into my eyes and laughed out loud. "Sorry babe. I think you got shortchanged."

He always made good natured fun of the size of his equipment and, even though I knew it was just self-effacing humor, it occasionally frustrated, even made me a little angry, that he felt the need to compare himself to other men negatively. No, he doesn't have the largest phallus even compared to other lovers I've known but WOW, from the first time we made love; he fulfills my every need and gives me more intense pleasure than anyone I've ever known. I know he knows he gives me intense pleasure I just don't know if he can ever realize that it's his love and passion; the way I so totally love him that makes his more than perfect for me.

"Hey, I'm just kidding girlfriend" he chuckled. "Now forget about me and watch them. I know you want to take me home but hell, enjoy the artwork while you're in the gallery."

I giggled at his humor but readily turned my attention back to the three lovers. What I saw only caused my pussy to flood even more and a moan of lust and near disbelief to escape my lips. Tammy was on her knees with the guys standing over her. She was stroking Alex's massive pole with her tiny hand and had almost all of Ron's 8+ inches in her mouth and down her throat. But, what she did next made me cum almost instantly while I groaned more in disbelief than lust.

Tammy slipped Ron's shinny phallus from her stretched lips and turned her face to Alex. She pulled down until the head was lined up with her pretty lips. Then she twisted on the floor until her back was to him, tilted her head backward and opened her mouth. In a slow, continuous move, she pushed her head up and back until at least 8 inches of it disappeared into her mouth. As the massive cock invaded her throat I watched as it visibly expanded to accommodate him. She stopped for a few seconds to allow her to adjust to his size and then pushed back with her knees until that last two inches pushed deep into her throat and his huge balls crushed against her eyes and forehead.

Tears began to stream down her face but if the combined length and girth caused her to gag at all, I couldn't tell it. As I looked on in awe I noted her jaw and throat flex and realized she was massaging him, masturbating him with her throat muscles. I'd never seen anything so amazing or so erotic in my life. While Tammy was mouthing Alex's dick, Ron sank to his knees, rolled onto the floor on his back and pushed his face between her spread thighs. I couldn't see but from the deep, muffled, guttural moan that vibrated around Alex's shaft, Ron surely clamped his mouth over her dripping pussy and was hungrily lapping at her flowing juices.

Ron continued to lick and suck at Tammy's pussy as I watched Alex flex his ass backward as inch by inch his slick, glistening fuck pole appeared from between her over stretched lips. Once the wide ears of the crown slipped from her lips and only the very top was still inside her mouth, Alex cupped her head in his hands to hold her in one spot and began slowly fucking her face. Over and over he thrust forward until no more than an inch of his cock was still visible only to pull back exposing his full length to my hungry eyes once more.

Christy had begun stroking her fingers through my hair and was giving me what can only be described as a very sensual scalp massage. Now, I always love going to the salon and revel in being pampered when the stylist washes my hair and massages my scalp but, I've never felt anything like what Christy was doing to me. The only way to describe it would be to say she was making love to me through my hair. Combined with the erotic show the three were putting on for my viewing pleasure, the gentle way her fingers wound through my hair and the feeling of her nails lightly grazing my scalp had me on the verge of orgasm. I fought the urge for as long as I could, but when Alex pulled his slick shaft from Tammy's mouth and Ron got to his knees and spun her around until she was on all fours, my tingling body was at the precipice and ready to plunge over the steep cliff of erotic release.

Ron had turned Tammy until her body was at about a 45 degree angle to where I was sitting so that I could see the side of her pretty face, the length of her long torso, her full, hanging tits and her engorged pussy lips framed between the cheeks of her toned butt. Ron placed one hand on her upturned ass and guided the head of his long, thick cock to her dripping opening just as Alex pushed his own massive love stick to her lips. When I saw Alex's cock disappear into her mouth at the same time her vaginal lips stretched to accept Ron's dick, I sucked in my breath and moaned as my body trembled and convulsed sitting in that chair without ever being touched.

I hardly noticed when Corey reached in and tugged the zipper holding my bustier closed until the stretched material pulled from my body leaving me almost totally exposed. I gave no thought to sitting there naked in front of total strangers. My only thought, my only desire was to watch the incredibly hot, erotic sex that was happening only a few feet from my chair.

Ron's cock is so long that he didn't need to push all the way inside Tammy's willing body to give her a really good fucking. Just then I realized he was intentionally not pushing it all the way in to allow me an unobstructed view of her stretched pussy. With every stroke back her thick, engorged lips gripped his shaft like a scared child holding to their mother's leg lest they slip away and with each powerful thrust, they folded back into her agape slit. I love being taken from behind just the way Ron was fucking Tammy but have never seen just how incredibly hot and erotic it is to watch the man's cock pistoning in and out of a wide stretched pussy.

Without a word being said, Alex pulled out of her mouth and Ron slipped from her overstuffed hole with an audible pop. I'd later learn the three had only met an hour or so earlier but, the way they moved together, it seemed as if they'd done this well-choreographed sexual dance many times before.

Alex gripped her waist in his strong hands and flipped her onto her back as if she was a rag doll in his grip. He placed one hand on her hip and rolled her slightly toward me from mid chest down while her shoulders remained flat on the floor. He easily lifted the leg farthest away from me placing it on his shoulder and with one hand he pressed down on Tammy's other leg so that it was flat and stretched on the floor allowing me an unobstructed view as he guided his massive cock to her stretched pussy with the other.

At the same time I was so very happy he wasn't about to rip me apart with his huge phallus, it seemed every cell in my body quivered in wanton anticipation of being invaded by his meaty pole. Just as the tip parted her outer lips Ron shoved the full length of his prick deep into her mouth and throat. At almost the same instant, Alex flexed his muscular ass and drove the full length of his huge cock into her with one powerful thrust. A deep, loud squeal vibrated in her throat and around Ron's cock. I couldn't tell if was a squeal of pleasure of pain but, the way her body shook and convulsed; Alex's rough entry must have triggered a massive orgasm in her.

I was vaguely aware through the fog of raw lust and animalistic desire that I too was moaning and cooing almost continuously as I furiously stroked my fingers over my mesh covered clit. Just the Corey ripped his cock out of my hand, sank to his knees at the foot of the chair and grabbed the waistband of my panties roughly. I started to lift my butt to allow him to pull the small, expensive piece of nylon and lace down my legs but he jerked forcefully and the sound of ripping material resounded in the room.

He pushed his head between my thighs and shoved his full face as deeply into my own cleanly shaved pussy as he possibly could. While I watched Ron and Alex fucking Tammy's limp body without mercy, Corey lapped and licked and sucked at my flooding gash. I gripped and ripped at his hair and head and trembled as near continuous orgasmic pleasure washed over and through me like the surging tide ebbing and flowing against the sand.

Her own pleasure became too intense for Tammy to continue to focus on sucking Ron's cock. At almost the same instant her hands shot to his stomach and pushed him back causing his dick to pull free of her mouth, Christy dropped the head rest on the chair causing my head to fall back against what I'd soon realize was her bare breasts. There was no way Corey could have seen what was happening so it could have only been Tammy's lust filled cries and demands that Alex fuck her harder and faster that caused him to intensify his own efforts to pleasure me. I felt him shift as he cupped his hands under my thighs and lifted my legs until my feet were resting on his back causing my own butt to slide down in the chair a little as it rolled up providing him even more unfettered access to my steamy slit.

My head was spinning already but what he did next sent me into convulsions stronger than anything I'd ever experienced. The first time we made love he shocked me when he chanced to drag his tongue over my forbidden little hole. And I wasn't so shocked that he did it as I was totally shocked at the intense pleasure his tongue lapping at my puckered rear sent shooting through my body. I'd been in awe and amazement that doing something I'd been taught was so wrong, even dirty and nasty was not only extremely erotic and sensual but that it was even possible to know pleasure that intense from that part of my body.

So, when I felt his hot, wet tongue press against my back opening I just melted at the pleasure I anticipated. But, when he pushed his tongue past the tight opening at the same instant he somehow managed to push two fingers deep into my sopping pussy and curl them against my G-Spot, I exploded and almost came off the chair. I literally shot forward in my chair folding my body over his head as he rapidly tongue fucked my back door and stroked over my special spot with his fingers again and again.

My world exploded in lights and wild, vibrant colors and I'm sure I passed out from the intensity of my orgasmic explosion. As I regained some sense of myself and my surroundings I was aware that I was lying back on the chair with Christy's arms down over my shoulders and her hands filled with my full tits as she rolled and tugged at my suddenly overly sensitive nipples. My head was thrown back against her chest and when I looked up I realized she was actually standing slightly to the side of the chair with my face pulled against her soft, warm, bare breasts.

I'd never been touched by or touched another woman so intimately but somehow the feeling of the warmth and soft texture of her full, firm breasts against my cheek was comforting. Yes, it was comforting more than it was erotic or sensual but at the same time seemed to release a flood of emotions I'd never experienced before. Whether I'd have turned my head and kissed at her flesh under different circumstances I may never know. But, at that moment, my body was racked by such intense convulsions I feared I'd knock both Corey and Christy away from me and that was something I definitely DID NOT want to happen.

My head was lying back so far against Christy's body that when I managed to open my eyes I was looking up at the ceiling. I hadn't noticed that the entire ceiling of the salon was one huge mirror. As I looked up I could see Christy's naked body standing beside me with my face pulled against her tits, my own naked body splayed out in the chair and the three lovers humping and rutting together like wild animals. I don't know who was more vocal but the combined screams and cries of ecstasy coming from Tammy and me must have vibrated off the walls in the hallway.

The intensity of my release eventually subsided and I was left to revel in the waves of soft, gentle pleasure washing through me. Sensing the peak of my lust had pasted, Corey pulled his tongue away from my rear and slipped his fingers from my flooding pussy. While I watched Alex's muscled body and huge cock rocking and undulating and slamming in and out of Tammy's stretched pussy I was aware that Corey was gently and lovingly kissing and licking away my flowing fluids while Christy gently stroked my neck and upper chest.

Finally Tammy's body went limp and she fell away from Alex into a curled heap on the floor. He and Ron looked down on her spent, limp frame while they all struggled to regain their breath. Eventually Tammy seemed to regain some of her strength and rose to her knees. She leaned in and kissed first Ron and then Alex on the cheeks and thanked them for one of the best fucks of her life before she slipped through the doorway leading to the back of the salon.

I assumed my salon fantasy had ended and expected Corey to pull back from me; that we'd all get dressed and make our awkward goodbyes. Lying there totally exposed; naked, my face pressed to another woman's breasts with my husband licking my spent pussy I felt the slightest cringe of embarrassment start to build but quickly pushed away any feeling of need for embarrassment. We were all adults and we'd shared and incredibly intense sexual experience together so what was there to feel embarrassed over. With that resolved in my mind, I just relaxed and basked in the afterglow of a new and incredibly erotic experience. Lying there I had no doubt I was the luckiest woman on earth. I'd found a man who loves me totally, fully, unconditionally and who goes out of his way to find ever new ways to tease and pleasure me.

The guys were standing almost shoulder to shoulder looking at us when I tapped Corey on the head.

"Time to go?" I asked more than said.

He lifted his soaked, almost dripping wet face and grinned up at me.

"GO?" he exclaimed in a voice louder than needed with us so close. "No way baby" he said in an excited tone. "You haven't had your massage or your hair wash yet. We can't go until you enjoy all of your, well" he hesitated, "at least my fantasy."

Christy lifted under my shoulders to help me move back into the center of the chair allowing me to sit up a little straighter while Corey nudged me to lift my legs in turn to allow him to roll the stockings down and off my legs. As motion caught my attention I looked to see Alex and Ron walking toward where I was sitting. It was then I realized those hot, beautiful, huge cocks were still steely hard and pointing at the ceiling. I think I'd just assumed they'd cum when Tammy did but with their cocks pointing straight up their bodies with the heads buried into their stomachs, it was overly apparent, they had not.

Christy lowered the chair back so that my head was over the sink and I watched in the mirror above as the two near perfect specimens of male sexuality approached me from either side. When Corey pushed back and stood up, my naked body was laid out and on full display to the view of everyone present. Of course, everyone else was just as naked and I was taken by just how natural it all seemed at that moment.

I heard the water rushing out of the faucet in my ears as I watched Ron and Alex squeeze a generous amount of clear, slick oil into their hands. With one standing on either side of me they began to massage my neck and upper chest. For some reason, each time their hands approached my breasts, I braced as I readied to feel the touch of another man on them but, each time they reached the beginning of the rise of my full mounds, they pulled away. I watched and reveled in the warm sensations as their trained hands smoothed over my body drawing me into an ever deeper sense of relaxation. When they finally rolled the palms of their hands over the fullness of my large breasts the feeling was electric. It was obvious both were expert in their field of relaxation and it was just as obvious they were as adept at sensual massage as any other form of their craft.

Normally I would have just closed my eyes and enjoyed the combined sensations the three professional were sending through my body as the guys continued to massage my skin and Christy almost lovingly washed my hair and massaged my scalp. But, even though they closed to bare slits, there was no way I was going to miss out on the sensually erotic images of all five of our naked bodies reflected in the mirror on the ceiling.

It seemed hands were everywhere on my body at the same time. As Ron would smooth his hands down over my torso to my stomach Alex was stroking upward making sure to cup and rub over my swollen tits with each transition. I was in a haze again when Ron moved down until he was standing at the foot of the chair. With the footrest in the way he had to spread his legs wide enough to straddle the chair. When he did I felt the warm, muscular skin of his thighs touch the calves of my legs just as his thick, rigid cock pressed against my knees. By then any thought of resistance had long left my conscious mind so the jolt of electrically charged excitement that shot though me could only be explained by acknowledging that the touch of such an incredibly fit, hot younger man titillated both my body and my brain.

Ron began stroking his slick, hot hands up and down my legs from the knees, up the tops and sides of my thighs, over the flare of my butt and up to my lower abdomen including rubbing over my mons. The oil on their hands left my body slick and glistening in the bright lights. That added to the image of their hard, tight bodies and yes, their strong, virile, massive cocks created feelings and sensations inside me so strong I feared I might really act out and do something I knew I should not; that I could not.

While Ron sensually rubbed and massaged my legs and lower stomach Alex seemed to shift all his focus to my now swollen and almost painful breasts. At times he would use the backs of his fingers and lightly drag his nails from the tips of my painfully hard nipples down the sides of my breasts and all the way to my underarm. His touch was so light, so soft, and so incredibly sensual that too soon I felt that little knot tightening in my gut.

I just couldn't allow myself to let go all the way; to allow these strange men to give me sensual pleasure leading to an orgasmic release. Corey had promised no one would touch me sexually except him and even though that had been at least mostly true, my body was quickly becoming one single, continuous erogenous zone. Corey must have sensed something change in my body or facial expression because he moved beside me and leaned over and started kissing me softly.

"Just let it flow Kayla" he whispered lovingly. "Just let them pleasure you and make you feel good baby. That's why we're here." He finished.

When he pulled back and looked into my eyes I tried to speak but he cut me off again.

"Corey" I whispered more than said. "I can't. I just can't fu...." He hushed me with a finger across my lips.

"Can't what Kayla? Can't fuck someone else?" he said for me.

"Yes...I ahhh mean, no" I said in an almost pleading voice.

"Of course not baby" he soothed me. "No one but me is going to do that, I promise. Now relax, let them give you pleasure. After all" he added. "I promised you professional masseurs and that's what you have. No one is going to touch you in a way you don't want."

Little did he know, THAT was the fast growing problem, I WANTED! I knew I shouldn't but I did. When I watched the two young studs fucking Tammy, totally filling her with their hard, thrusting cocks I realized much to my dismay, I was envious, jealous at what she was experiencing. You see, I LOVE Corey's cock on me, in me, all over me, all over every inch of me. I love the look of it and the texture of it in my hands, on my skin, in my mouth, and in my burning pussy. I love the feeling of his turgid meat against my tongue and the way the distended veins feel against it. I hunger for the masculine smell of his body and the slight muskiness of his cock and balls. And when the flared, rubbery head of it pushes against the roof of my mouth and into the opening of my throat I get so lost in giving him pleasure that I've cum many time just from sucking his dick.

A few times he's had me stretched out on the bed on my stomach and covered my body with his while supporting his weight on his hands and feet and has used his entire body to gently rub and stroke and massage mine from my hair to my feet. The feeling of his hanging cock and balls grazing over my skin is like nothing I've ever felt with any other man. Even more than intercourse, in some ways it's the most intimate experience I've ever shared with anyone. At those times when his flesh, his warm, bare skin; his sex is moving over me in a continuous, fluid motion it almost seems our bodies meld together into a single being.

The point is, as Corey has pointed out many times, to truly enjoy everything about sex with someone, you first have to enjoy sex period. And heaven help me, I do love sex and the feeling; the tastes and textures of a man's body. As much as I may not want to say it out loud, to give it life, all those words are just stand-ins, euphemisms for the simple blunt, possibly ugly truth, I LOVE a man's hard, hot, throbbing, and dripping cock. I love to look at it, to touch it, to lick and to suck it and certainly to fuck it.

And, that's what had me so concerned lying there being pleasured by those two hunky, very sexy men. I've often teased Corey on the phone that, at times, I get to a place where the more I get, the more I want. Though I've never said it, I don't have to. He's very attuned to what I say and just as importantly, what I don't. From what I've said and the way I've said it, he well knows that when I get to that place of insatiable need, no single man has or could ever totally satisfy me; leave me totally spent and fully sated. I don't want to admit it but, lying there looking up at the ceiling, drinking in the sight of three naked men and three totally hard, surging cocks, the question shot through my mind, "Could three men give me the satisfaction my body craves at times; times just like this one?"

The thoughts running through my mind were nearly overwhelming so I just closed my eyes and laid my head back into Christy's hands as she continued to rub and stroke through my hair. Corey continued to kiss me but it seemed that as our tongues danced together, his passionate kisses only added fuel to a fire that was already about to burn out of control.

My mind drifted as if in a cloud, a fog of total pleasure that wrapped around me and permeated my very soul. While he kissed me Corey began to massage one breast and tweak my sensitive nipple leaving Alex to totally focus his efforts on the other. I was aware but too lost to even want to do anything about it that Ron had concentrated all his efforts on my upper thighs and rubbing across my mons. I don't remember doing it but I must have opened my legs wider at some point because through the haze I was aware that he was stroking my inner thighs and that with each stroke it seemed he came ever closer to the edge of my burning pussy.

Finally the inevitable happened and his finger drug across my outer opening. My mind said to close my legs and push him away but my body was saying something totally different. I heard a woman's coos and moans again but was only vaguely aware it was me making the lust filled sounds. I felt his palms pressed to my thighs as he stroked up to the Y where leg joins body and as the fingers on both hands openly drug across my outer lips I felt my ass lift off the chair as my body tried to force even more direct contact. My mind was screaming no but my mind was not in control. My body ached with need and emptiness and it wanted so very desperately to be filled.

Suddenly Ron placed the heel of his hand against the upper opening of my slit covering my burning clit and began to make slow, rolling circles against it. I sucked in my breath and pulled away from Corey's persistent lips. I gripped his arm and knocked Alex's hands off me as I swung the other arm across my body and clung desperately to Corey's shoulder.

"OHHHHhhhhhhhh, ARRGGghh, OOOoooo, AHHHhhh" I huffed and moaned.

I looked wide eyed up into Corey's face and must have looked like an animal in the throes of death.

"CUmmmmming" I moaned. "OHHHHHGAWDI'MCUMMING!" I heard myself scream out. "Ohhhhhhgawd......OhhhhfffUUUUUCCCCKKKKKkkk" I howled and drawled like a sex crazed slut.

"Fff....FFfuuu" I struggled to form the word in my mouth.

"OHHHHGAWDCOREY" I finally cried out. ":FUCKMEBABY, OHHHHSWEETLOVER, PLEASEFUCKME" I drawled as I begged for what I needed so desperately.

He lifted and turned his head toward where Ron stood still massaging my burning clit and, for a brief moment, a bolt of fear shot through me. Was he, I wondered, nodding his approval for Ron to take me? No, he couldn't or could he? And I'd certainly never allow it to happen, or, in that moment of such desperate need, could I not if given the chance?

Even as my body trembled and shook from the waves of orgasmic bliss that seemed to explode inside of me like the geysers of an erupting volcano, deep guilt and remorse was shooting through my overloaded brain. As much as I hated to admit it, the sight of Ron's long, thick cock spreading and stretching Tammy's vaginal lips until it seemed they would split apart still burned in my mind.

I loved Corey, even more, I was in love with him. I could never do anything to hurt him and, when it comes to making love, no man has ever given me more or more fulfilling pleasure than he does. But, at that moment, it wasn't about making love. It was pure, raw, animalistic passion and desire so hot and so intense it seemed it would consume me from within. And, as guilty as I felt for even thinking it, all I could think about was the feeling of fullness and the pleasure Ron would give me if he thrust that huge cock as deep into my gushing pussy as he possibly could; to feel his young, muscular body driving into me over and over again until he filled me with his load of thick, molten hot cum. Just the vivid image of it caused my body to writhe and convulse even more violently as another, more intense orgasm racked every cell, every nerve ending with pleasure almost too intense to bear.

Corey had been very open and candid with me about his past experiences "playing" with married couples. I well knew how he feels about the pleasure two willing men can give to a single woman and remembered how he'd expressed the afterglow and the love that passed between the couple after the intensity of their shared release subsided. So, I also knew all I'd have to do was to ask and he'd willingly say yes to my needs and desires. But that was the real problem; I'd have to ask. He had promised to not allow that to just happen and I know he is a man of his word. All it would take was me looking into his deep blue eyes and asking, "Corey, please, can I fuck him?" and the answer would be yes. Yet, I just couldn't bring myself to do it.

Corey isn't at all jealous over me and when he says he will do and allow anything that brings me pleasure, I know he means it. And, based on the sincerity in his voice and the kind of man I know him to be, I know if I did everything would be just perfect between us from his perspective. What I didn't know and wasn't ready to explore is how I'd feel afterward. Thankfully I didn't have to make that decision. Corey made it for me. When I felt him pull away from my grip as he moved toward the foot of the chair, I sighed in deep relief.

Corey moved to the foot of the chair and passed Ron as he moved back to my side. Corey looked down on me with eyes filled with love and passion and desire as he maneuvered himself it a position to make my request possible. With his legs spread wide and his feet on either side of the footrest, he lifted my right leg in his strong hand causing me to open up even more and placed the flared crown of his cock at my entrance. At first he only toyed with me by pushing the mushroomed head between my swollen, pouty lips and stroking it up and down the length of my slit. I arched my back in an effort to capture him; to draw him inside of me but he resisted.

"Please" I begged in a voice filled with all the want and need I was feeling at that moment. "Please Corey, I need it so very badly. I need to feel you inside of me.....please" my desperate voice trailed off.

With a powerful thrust of his hips he buried his straining cock as deep inside my burning pussy as he could. Fully seated he remained motionless and looked deeply into my eyes as my vaginal muscles flexed and squeezed his manhood and I felt the throbbing of his cock through the walls of my vagina. A warmth flowed through me and seemed to fill my body. I'm always amazed at how even the smallest touch from him can trigger my release at times but, with his rigid shaft buried deep inside of me, wave after gentle wave of pleasure seemed to ebb and flow through every cell in my body at the same instant

After a few seconds he pulled back until I felt his dick slip from my satiny depths and the emptiness was almost unbearable. I needed him. I needed to feel him driving his cock into me hard and fast. I didn't want to make love. I didn't need soft and gentle. Why couldn't he understand that after all the visual and physical stimulation that afternoon I just needed to be fucked like an animal, hard and coarse and raw?

But, it seemed he did know it and was just playing with me; intentionally building my frustration to the boiling point because suddenly he slammed back into me so hard his swinging balls slapped loudly against the cheeks of my butt. He lifted my other leg and pulled both of them around his waist, gripped the meaty flesh of my ass and started pounding me hard and fast.

I started cumming hard immediately. The harder he pounded me the more Ron and Alex toyed with and pulled and twisted my nipples until they were so sensitive it seemed every time they twisted or pinched them harder, the pressure flowed through me and increased the intensity of my release if that was even possible.

While Corey fucked me with wilder abandon that I ever remembered, the guys rubbed and stroked my flesh but then; then I was aware of something else. At first it was Alex but almost immediately, I felt Ron push against my body until I felt the hard strength of their huge cocks throbbing against my skin. I don't know what came over me but in my fog I think I remember reasoning that touching them was no different from them touching me and after all, I was having sex with Corey, not them.

Without hesitation I moved my arms and maneuvered my hands until I wrapped one around Ron's rock hard meat and the other around Alex's. I've never felt so much cock at one time in my life. The love of my life and my only lover was driving his cock into me over and over again sending me into what seemed every more intense orgasms and my hands were locked around and frantically jacking the two biggest dicks I'd ever seen in my life.

Something jolted in me bringing me back to what people call, my senses and I immediately released their throbbing phalluses and looked up into Corey's eyes in horror over what I had been doing.

"NO!" he seemed to growl through gritted teeth. "Don't you stop. You know you loved feeling them in your hands and they deserve a little pleasure after all they've given."

He'd struggled to get it out while desperately fighting his own pending release. When I looked into his eyes I knew he was sincere because his look was more one of love and care than just raw lust.

"DO IT!" he asked more than ordered. "Do it for me if not for you."

WOW, suddenly I understood everything he'd ever said to me about wanting my pleasure above all else was true. But, I was also aware for the first time that his desire for my pleasure wasn't just a selfless act he was willing to allow. The look in his eyes and the tone of his voice seemed to say in ways the actual words probably couldn't, "I get pleasure from experiencing your pleasure. The more pleasure you allow yourself to enjoy, the more pleasure you radiate back to me. Love shared is love increased."

The only way I can explain it is to say that a spirit of calmness washed through me. All at once and, as they say, the blink of an eye, I understood the love of my life more deeply and more completely than I ever had. He loves me totally and without reservation and more than just loving me, he wants to play with me and let me play with him. Any fears or reservations about how either of us would feel after seemed to melt away. A confidence and assuredness that our love was strong and solid came over me freeing me to do just what he'd always wanted; let go and have fun. After all, that's what this was, adventurous fun we'd laugh and giggle about for years if not the rest of our lives together.

It took a bit to write all that while the reality was, all of that shot through my consciousness in what seemed only a fraction of a second. Corey hadn't skipped a beat. My legs were locked tightly around his body as I used their strength to pull him into my burning pussy harder and faster. I grinned up into his face then, looked to my left and then to my right as I watched my fingers wrap around those two magnificent cocks and started stroking up and down their extreme length in time to the pounding Corey was giving me.

The feeling of their soft, yet rigid skin against my hands was something beyond my ability to describe. Every time they pulsed it seemed the energy coursed through me and caused my vaginal muscles to pulse as well.

By then it seemed a near continuous flow of that clear, salty-sweet, and super slick pre-cum streamed from the flared slits in the heads and ran down the shaft coating them and my hands. Soon both were totally slick and I easily slid my hand up and down them while occasionally stopping to cup my hand over the wide crowns and twist my hand back and forth, around and around to massage those sensitive glands until they were both red faced and panting.

Suddenly I felt Alex's shaft swell in my hand and could swear I felt the pressure of the cum shooting up the length of his cock against my palm just before the thick, white cream blasted from the flared slit. The first shot of his creamy cum was so powerful it streamed across my body and I felt it splash against the hand I was using to pleasure Ron. Now I know a lot of men would recoil from feeing another man's cum spray onto his body but if anything, it seemed to push Ron over the edge because before the second wave erupted from Alex, another huge stream shot from Ron, across me and splashed against Alex's stomach. Of course, what trailed behind streamed over and covered my tits and stomach.

I can't remember being with any man who came in such volume as those two young studs did. Wave after wave, blasts of cum continued to shoot from their spasming dicks. Each time I felt their shaft swell in my hand, another hot, gooey stream of cream streamed over my exposed body until I was literally covered in their cum from my neck to my navel. And, it seemed each time I felt that, another strong, almost violent orgasm ripped through my body.

Once they were spent and I felt them begin to shrink in my grip I released them and leaned up until I could lock my fingers behind Corey's neck and pulled him down until I could press my lips to his and shove my tongue into his hungry mouth. As his body crashed against mine he was suddenly covered in the men's expended fluids and our bodies slipped and slid together lubricated by their semen. I can't tell you why but it was one of the most intensely erotic scenes I've ever been a part of.

I was covered in strange men's cum and my husband who had somehow managed to hold his own release back was still driving into me while we kissed. Once our lips met the atmosphere changed. His hard, pounding pace slowed until our bodies were undulating together easily yet passionately. The wild sex was over and this was pure love making. I lost track of where Alex, Ron, or Christy were. I didn't care. All I cared about was making love to my man and sharing a most intimate moment with him.

As our bodies slid and twisted together Corey's kisses became even more passionate and fervent. So too did the way he fucked me with his beautiful cock. No, it wasn't huge like the other guy's but it fit me perfectly and I was once more riding a continuous wave or orgasmic bliss.

Corey pulled back breaking our kiss and pushed up on his arms until he was able to lower his mouth to my cum covered tits. I couldn't tell if he didn't care that I was covered in other men's fluids or if in some way, the reality of it drove him on; excited him in some way I couldn't fully understand. What I did know is that he didn't hesitate when he sucked my creamy nipple into his mouth and sucked their mingled cream from it. Then, I felt him release my painfully hard nipple from his lips and his tongue flatten against the rise of my breast as he licked up even more of it. I wondered what he was doing until he lifted his head, pressed his lips to mine and pushed the load contained in his mouth into mine.

The mingled tastes and textures of my own gushing fluids and the strange taste of another man's cum exploded in my mouth. Our tongues danced together and I heard more than felt when I sucked in my breath and groaned deeply into my lover's mouth as another orgasm racked my body. I love and have always marveled at the way our bodies seem to absorb the energy and the very essence of the other when we make love and, if anything, this time was even more intense.

I felt his cock swell deep inside of me and the lust filled sounds coming from deep in his throat were high pitched squeals. The first blast of his molten hot cum erupted from his spasming cock with such force I felt it shoot against my cervix. If I tried to describe the feeling it was as if hot, thick Jell-O was being sprayed from a fire hose.

The intensity of his orgasm seemed to wash through me and I moaned deeply into his mouth as I clawed at his back and desperately tried to swallow his tongue. Each time he swelled inside me another blast of his hot, thick cum burned inside of me triggering another release in me as well until he was totally spent and his body went limp.

He just laid there on top of me, his face buried against the base of my neck as we basked in the afterglow of our love. Yes, there had been other people who were a part of the intense experience but in the end; it was only about him and me and the love and passion we share between us. Finally I felt a little strength return to his body and he lifted his head and looked deeply into my eyes.

"Do you have any idea how much I love you Kayla?" he asked in a soft, love filled voice.

"Yeah, I think I do" I replied just before we exchanged another soft, tender kiss.

When he pulled away from my lips he put his hand on the arm of the chair for leverage and pushed himself up so that we were still joined in the center but he was towering above and looking down on me. A wicked little smile quivered on his face before he broke out into a full faced grin.

"What?" I asked with the hint of humor in my tone.

"Oh nothing" he chuckled. "It's just that....well....do you realize you are totally covered in cum?'

"Well, now that you mention it, yes I am. Do you realize you're covered in it too?" I teased.

"YEEAAAhhhhhh" he drawled. "And you look so sexy like this" he laughed.

"Maybe" I giggled but I think it's time to get cleaned up, don't you?" I asked.

He pushed himself off me until he stood at the foot of the chair, extended his hands to mine and pulled me into his arms. My cum covered tits crushed against his chest and he made an exaggerated motion sliding his chest over and around mine.

"Nah" he finally announced. "You're not getting cleaned up until I get you back to the room. I think it could take quite some time for us to lick the other clean, what do you think?"

"Sounds fun to me" I giggled.

When Corey turned to pick up our robes I found where the other three had gone. Alex was sitting in a straight backed chair and Christy was sitting on his lap facing out with his huge cock buried balls deep in her over stuffed pussy. Ron was standing on a chair beside her feeding her all 8+ inches of his dick and she was moaning and shaking uncontrollably.

"Damn" I thought to myself. "What must it feel like to be that full of hard, throbbing cock?"

I felt the softness of the robe against my shoulders and dropped my arms allowing Corey to thread my arms into the sleeves as I continued to watch the erotic scene. Just as he wrapped the robe around me he crossed his arms in front of me pulling me back tightly to his body. He nuzzled my neck before drawing my ear lobe into his mouth causing me to moan and coo softly.

"One day" he whispered. "One day I want you to let yourself go just like she's doing. I want to watch you being filled and pleasured just like she is."

"I couldn't" I parroted my rehearsed response weakly.

By then even I didn't believe my wishful lies. Lies I'd needed to protect what, my virtue, my false sense of propriety? Still I couldn't seem to just allow myself to openly admit it was something I wanted; something I needed more than I wished I did. Even though I knew Corey knew my desires, my passions, I wouldn't, it seemed I couldn't take ownership of my feelings.

"Maybe" I whispered as my body trembled at the thought. "If it's something you really want. Maybe I can find a way to let it happen".

His soft chuckle in my ear seemed to say, "If I want it.....you'll find a way to let it happen. Really? Hell girl, you know you want it as badly as I want it for you."

At least he didn't say it. He allowed me to hide behind his needs and his desires and only tugged me tighter. The reality was, I was so mesmerized by the sensual, erotic beauty of Christy's naked body bouncing up and down on Alex's long, thick, beautiful cock, I barely registered anything he said to me.

Her full, firm breasts bounced on her chest each time she pushed herself up the length of that mammoth piece of man meat before dropping back down burying every inch some place deep inside her body. Her engorged labia stretched around his thick, glistening shaft and each time it disappeared into her body again my inner muscles tightened and knotted so strongly it almost felt like he was fucking me.

And watching her hungrily sucking on Ron's beautiful, slick cock as she starred directly into my eyes made my jaw ache and my knees so weak I feared I'd fall in the floor. My mouth watered, my pussy gushed, and my skin was on fire as I watched her lust filled expression as she savored the pleasures she was giving and taking from two shiny, wet, slick, throbbing cocks at the same time. In that instant I wanted what she had; I needed it in a way I never dreamed possible. But, when her lips trailed up the full length of Ron's long, thick shaft until I saw the wide flared crown pop from her mouth and she looked directly into my eyes with a longing, loving look as she continued to stroke her hand up and down the length of it while grinding against Alex's huge dick still buried deep in her wanton pussy, my body spasmed so violently I would have collapsed into the floor if Corey hadn't help me so tightly.

My head was spinning and suddenly I was embarrassed. Even as my body trembled and quivered through a series of orgasms so intense it felt like the knots in my groin would rip me apart I was also more embarrassed than I could ever remember. What did Corey think" How could he not be sickened or at least think of me as a wanton slut for cumming so hard just from watching them having sex?

"Yeah Kayla" he cooed into my ear as he dropped one of his hands and slid them into the open slit of the roble. "That's it baby" he said in a lust filled tone just before he pushed two fingers deep into my spasming pussy and pulled my ear into his hot, wet mouth.

My ears as so sensitive and he knows so well that he can get me off almost anytime just from making love to my ears with his lips and tongue that he calls them my vagina number 2 & 3. But I was already in sexual overload so, when he added his sensual tongue to my ear and his fingers buried deep into my gushing cunt with his thumb pressed against my burning clit, I exploded. Bright lights exploded in my eyes like fireworks on the 4th of July and I heard the uncontrolled moans and screams of a woman lost in the throes of orgasmic bliss in my ears.

I must have passed out from the intensity of the combined stimulation because I remember coming back to my senses as if waking from a long, deep sleep. Corey still held me tightly to his body for support with one arm wrapped across my chest and although he stopped moving them, I became aware that my inner muscles were quivering around his fingers still buried deep in my wetness.

"Ummmm" he cooed softly into my ear. "That's what I need to see; what I need to experience with you Kayla. I need for you to let go and to revel in your sensuality; to lose control and just allow yourself the unrestrained, unrestricted, over-the-top pleasure. That's what makes me so very happy."

I just rested against his chest and allowed the warm glow of his love and acceptance of me, of all of me just as I am, to flow through my being. In time I twisted my body enough so that I could reach his lips with mine and, when we kissed, it was one of the softest, most loving kisses we've ever shared. I was loved and knew that I was safe and secure in his arms and in his unconditional love for the rest of my life.

In time I turned my gaze back to the erotic image of our new friends who were still lost in their own drive to for release. Christy was grinding around Alex's huge dick more than fucking it and she was still stroking her hand up and down the length of Ron's long shaft. But her eyes; her eyes locked onto mine with a look of pure lust and desire more intense than anything I'd ever seen. It seemed her gaze bored into my very soul. Suddenly I wanted to pull her soft, warm, feminine flesh to mine and kiss those soft lips and make love to her.

I didn't hear it. I wasn't aware it even happened but Corey told me later that I made the most sensually erotic moan he's ever heard in his life while looking into her eyes. What I did hear surprised me but I was no longer embarrassed by my need.

"I need her Corey. I need her so badly" I heard the soft, almost inaudible words drip off my lips.

"I know baby" he cooed into my ear. "In time; in time you will have her but I think you are about drained tonight."

"Take me to the room Corey. Take me and make love to me" I begged more than asked.

"Come" he said softly as he released his tight grip on me, took my hand, and led me toward the door.

"Hey, be sure to clean up the mess, turn off the lights and lock the door" Corey called out to them as we made our way out into the hallway.

We walked hand in hand down the hallway toward the elevator. My hair was dripping wet and all we had on were the bathrobes. About the time we stepped into the elevator with a well-dressed couple who had obviously been out to a nice dinner I remembered the panties and bustier. Oh well, the panties were ruined and the flimsy lingerie had served its purpose. Maybe the cleaning lady would find use for it. Corey pressed the button for our floor and the doors closed behind us.

"Was the pool nice?" the well-dressed lady asked cheerfully.

I looked at Corey and he looked at me and we both started laughing.

"Yes" I finally managed. "The pool was nice and the water was warm. We're still dripping wet."

That caused both of to burst out in a fit of uncontrolled laughter. The couple still had a look of confusion on their faces when we walked off the elevator. We giggled and laughed all the way down the hall to our room. As soon as the door closed behind us the robes hit the floor and we pulled the others cum covered body to ours. Sadly the robes had gotten some of the volume but we spent the next 30 minutes licking each other clean and sharing playful, cummy kisses until Corey flipped me on my stomach, pulled me to my knees and shoved his wonderful cock back into me hot, slick pussy one last time before the night was over.

We were curled up together basking in the afterglow and love we'd shared just before drifting off to get some much needed sleep. I was in that zone between awake and asleep when his soft voice brought me back to the moment.

"Which ones? He questioned in a caring, loving tone.

In my dreamy state I couldn't figure out what he was asking.

"Which one's what? I asked in a weak, sleepy voice.

"Who do you want first baby; Alex & Ron or Christy?" he clarified.

My mind was spinning. His question took me back to the erotic scene in the salon and I didn't know how to handle the conflicting thoughts and emotions that seemed to make every pore of my skin tingle. I'd told him there are things I may play with but will never do. Yet, I had not only wanted, needed, desired to do all of them in the same evening but just the thought of what he was suggesting caused that knot in my stomach to churn and my pussy gushed. I silently prayed he'd just drop it until at least the morning. I just couldn't deal with all the new thoughts and feelings right then.

"Can we talk tomorrow?" I asked sheepishly.

"Any time you're ready precious lady. Whenever you're ready."

The tension drained from me and I nuzzled my face to his chest. That was the last thing I remembered until morning.