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Open Marriage Chronicles - Part 4 (swingers, affairs)
By Bill (c) 1991
**
On a Saturday late last March, while Bill was out of town on business, I
was in a black string-bikini, laying on our cypress dock beneath the late
afternoon sun. The dock juts 50 feet out over the lake to our boat house.
The sun's rays rippled through tiers of clouds, reddening the lake.
I looked up as the 22 year old son of an engineering consultant, a friend
and client of Bill's, drove his canvas-topped jeep onto the curving
driveway alongside our house.
He walked out back to the dock. He was delivering a contract proposal
from his father for Bill to look over.
I ignored his darting eyes as he appraised my figure. Having been a beach
wear and fashion model before our marriage just 8 years ago, I was
accustomed to even our pastor stealing glances at church picnics. I
explained that Bill wasn't home, had forgotten to tell me about it, and
asked him leave the papers until Monday when Bill was to return.
I hadn't previously met John's son, who confidently introduced himself as
David.
He was driving back for the spring quarter to a college a hundred miles
away and was just dropping off the papers on the way. David, with his
full, perfectly shaped lips, was as handsome as Bill, 16 years younger,
and a couple of inches shorter. His lean, muscular body was particularly
evident in his polo shirt and white swim trunks as he stood on the dock
between me and the setting sun.
He nodded, acknowledging our water skis on a rack inside the boat house,
then commented, "We have a ski boat and boat ramp at the school's lake. I
love water skiing!" It was clearly a request for an invitation.
"Okay," I smiled, "I'm Ellen. How about a half hour's water skiing? I'll
operate the boat."
Grinning, he helped me secure the tow rope to the stern. The skis tight
on his feet, he was standing knee deep in water as I powered up and threw
him the tow rope.
The "half hour" became an hour, and it was now dark.
While operating the boat, watching David's athletic form in the rear view
mirror, I was remembering another younger man, Greg, whom Bill had
encouraged to seduce me the previous fall. Although I had no such
thoughts about David, those sexual memories were churning in my stomach
as I reached to pull David from the moonlit water.
The touch of our hands was electric. His long stare at my breasts
unsettled me. His chest heaving noticeably, he kept stealing glances at
my legs and breasts as I steered back across the lake. My knuckles were
white on the wheel as I fought my urge to return his stare. I sniffed
deeply, drawing in the pungent odor of the motor's gasoline as if that
would clear the thoughts swirling through my mind.
As we putted into the boat house's darkness, he grappled with the tie
lines, securing the boat to the dock. Plopping into the rear seat, he
exhaled.
Afraid to look at him, I waited. He didn't move.
I swallowed nervously, when he breathed, "Need to relax a minute. Thanks,
Ellen, I really enjoyed it." Then, he added, haltingly, "You're truly
beautiful." He was trying to hide the tightness in his voice.
Trembling fearfully, I turned, staring down at his long, curved hardness
straining beneath his white swim trunks. I blushed, feeling the warmth
surging through my body.
Our eyes locked.
My lips were quivering. I gulped, "You want something else, David?" And I
knew what he wanted. What we both wanted. Each time I sense that a man
wishes to make love, I feel an unexplainable fear pounding in my throat
and deep within my stomach. I felt that now as David reached for my hand
and pulled me toward him, kissing me deeply.
My face burned in the electrical current of sexuality irradiating between
us.
I whimpered, my hips rotating in involuntary excitation as he untied my
swim suit and lowered me to the boat's carpeted floor.
I squinted as my eyes adjusted to the darkness of the boat house.
David slipped off his white swim trunks. He hovered above me, his
instrument unbelievably long and slender! I couldn't take my eyes off the
engorged penis, curving and pointing toward me like a threatening weapon!
His lips trembled down the path of my body to my shaved mound.
I moaned, pressing my heels against the boat's carpeting, my cuntal lips
pulsating. My nipples were standing out like spikes as David kissed the
softness of my breasts.
White hot with desire, I enwrapped my long legs about his slender body,
pulling him to me. His throbbing manhood swayed closer to the vee of my
long, spread legs, until my smooth mound quivered up to meet it. I
murmured, my voice tremoring, "You're beautiful also, David."
David's eyes blazed with youthful lust. The moonlight shone brilliantly
against his purple-veined scepter. His fiery poker slithered into my
vagina, probing my depths. My belly quivered as I pulled away, then
lurched upward again. My cuntal walls were steaming, my fear now overcome
by excitation. I whimpered, locking my ankles around his back.
His soft, pale lips enveloped a hard, reddened nipple. He matched his
motions to mine as my hips came up to launch his lengthy missile deep
into me with a twisting thrust. His hands stroked the shapeliness of my
legs. His glazed eyes rolled as he realized the monumental ardor of the
delicious sin. Fucking a MARRIED woman! The WIFE of his father's friend!
He murmured, in exquisite passion, "It's so wonderful!"
My sighs were bursting each time he entered me. I looked down at his
cock, my mouth wide with wonder as I watched his hips rise to display the
glowing marvel that disappeared with each thrust into my radiant depths.
I was delirious, smoldering with passion, my hips rising to meet his
every entry. My groin flamed as his long tool slithered through my
channel. I moaned, "It's so big! You're killing me!" My breasts heaved in
rhythm with David's gasps.
I was tossing my head, my hair flailing the warm night air. I screamed
ecstatically, "Oh, David! Oh my GOD! It's marvelous! Marvelous!" I was
positively loving it. My eyes and mouth opened widely as I relished the
stunning mega-thrills! I was moaning uncontrollably now as I watched his
curved hardness fucking into me.
I hadn't realized my lubricious tunnel was so deep as to accept this
length. Squeezing my vagina around it, I was going mad with ungodly
passion under his long strokes! The higher I raised my legs as he
pistoned in and out, the deeper he bored. My hips rolled from side to
side of their own volition, making his cock rotate and wriggle within my
tremoring channel. An orgasmic rhapsody crescendoed through me like an
impending explosion.
David shuddered, his brilliant green eyes staring into mine, knowing we
were almost there, at the outer limits of the cosmos! He thrust into me
with a fury. My tight flesh parted reluctantly, then closed tightly
around his manhood as he plowed into my trembling body.
And it came! Booming throughout the darkness. Our orgasm ruptured the
universe, flooding through me like an awesome rapture in my soul. Heaven
thundered, a billion exploding stars lighting the boat house.
Now, moaning and coming together, we were one, glowing like a blast
furnace! We wailed as the earth-moving climax lifted our bodies from the
planet. Our arms intertwined, our lips pressed together, we rolled to our
sides.
My legs squeezed his hips as I pressed my mound against him to relish the
firm manhood throbbing in unison with my fluttering heart.
Nude, we walked through the darkness of our tree-enclosed yard to the
house.
David stayed the night, fucking me with the male animal stamina possessed
only by a 22 year old. "I love you," he told me after we showered,
standing next to our bed.
Intoxicated by his male odor, I kneeled before him. The fullness of my
lips enveloped his enormous cock. My head bobbed along its length, my
tongue sliding softly over the bulging veins.
He pushed me gently, until I was facing away from him, on my knees, then
entered my cunt from the rear. My hands flat on the carpet, my tremoring
arms braced me as he fucked me from behind. His naked hips slapped my
buttocks. His instrument pistoned into me as I shuddered wildly with
pleasure.
I was fucking back against him as I rolled my head, groaning my
gratitude! Long rippling waves of orgiastic joy tingled through my
depths. "Oh, GOD, David," I moaned in an unguarded moment as I turned to
touch his wonderful instrument driving into me from behind, "I love you
also! I LOVE you! I LOVE you!" And I did. For that long and lovely night.
When my husband returned, I told him everything.
He grinned, his eyes illumined as we relived the adultery, the greatest
my pleasures.
Continued...