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My Man Rick 1
I met Rick through a gay internet hook-up site. He was thirty-nine and I was about to turn 44. He was a really hot guy, with a body that he kept in superb shape at the gym and a nice, big, hard cock. The first time we got together was mind-blowingly good. He was totally uninhibited with me from the start, and one of the best parts was the conversation, which was never catty, or guarded, like he was trying to one-up me or cover up some dark secret. He was totally open and honest. It was on our third time together that I asked him if he was married, and he said no, but that he was engaged to a woman ten years younger.
"So you're bi?" I asked. "Not just trying to put a straight face on your life?"
"Naw," he laughed, "no need to do that. My fiancŽe, Jen and I have a rockin' sex life together. She knows about my past with men, and I will probably be monogamous after we marry, at least until it seems OK to play outside the marriage again. I have the feeling--I don't know why--she'll want to do the same."
So, until he got married, we got together about every other week, or sometimes met at the baths and did a lot of group playing with other guys there. He invited me to his wedding, and I was happy to go and finally meet his wife, who was really nice, vivacious, and sexy (yeah, even gay guys know what a sexy woman is).
But after they married, though we would message each other on the website where we met, we didn't get together again for more than a year. During that time, I really yearned for his hot body, and was really happy, about a year and three months after the wedding when he suggested hooking up again.
We had a couple more sessions together, during which time he told me about how he and Jen had started swinging, joining two groups of other heterosexual couples, and how he had let Jen know that he was occasionally getting together with other men. She too, was having some sex on her own with other guys, but their marriage was strong, and that they continued to have a great sex life together. Better, he said, than they had had before they started swinging.
About nine months later, to celebrate their second anniversary, he told me he was going on vacation to an island resort that catered to swingers, and they were planning a hot, sex-filled week there. I asked him to tell me about it when he got back, and the next time we met, I brought along my recorder. This is the story of Rick and Jen's vacation.
Rick started relating the week at the resort with a description of sex with Jen.
He started telling his story:
We both were moaning, sweating, on the edge of climaxing. For more than two years, we had had a lot of practice, and were exquisitely tuned to each other's moods, desires and rhythms, and when we wanted to, we could nearly always cum together. Her squeals and moans moved into a characteristic higher pitch, her eyes rolled back and I could feel the clenching and quivering of her cunt as I pounded my cock into her. I knew what was next: a muffled scream, a tightening of all her muscles and a shudder of ecstasy as I slammed my cock home, deep inside her warm, enveloping pussy, and shot my load there, then collapsing on top of her where our mouths sought and devoured each other. It was hard to believe that sex with her was still this hot after two years of marriage, but we could see no end in sight. It just seemed to get better and better.
We were on a much-needed vacation in the Caribbean. It's not that we didn't find time to vacation a couple of times a year, but this year we both seemed to be working extra hard, and it was a real relief to get away.
We had arrived the afternoon before and even before we went out to the beach, we were fucking like crazy in the little, deluxe bungalow with its private garden and outdoor Jacuzzi. Of course, we got into the Jacuzzi naked, and soon were in each other's arms, my cock springing to life, her body rubbing up and down against mine as we kissed and caressed, her turning around, my cock riding between her beautiful cheeks as I nuzzled her neck and hair, and played with her fabulous tits, running my right hand down to massage her magic button--her clit--then her backing her cunt onto my throbbing cock, bending over the side of the hot tub as we fucked. We could keep it going a long time when we wanted to: fucking, pulling away, kissing, sucking, eating cunt, then starting again, letting it last. But this time we both wanted relief after the long plane trip that involved two changes and a ride of about an hour to this luxe resort.
So before long, we approached our climax, and I turned her around, jammed her back on my hard pole, and pushed her body up and down on me, standing in the hot bubbling water, while she locked her legs around my waist, our tongues wrestling, and her squeals and moans letting me know she was ready.
Explosion. Collapse. Kisses. Caresses. Winding down, laughing, and enjoying each other as we had done so well since we met about two and-one half years ago. In fact, we had met at another resort--more of a singles place--and immediately were in each other's pants. By the end of that trip, it was clear to me what was going to happen in a few months, and it probably was to her too.
Strange, I never expected to get married. There I was, forty years old, having a great time enjoying myself, the benefits that professional success had brought me and my bachelor's freedom. I never thought that I wanted to change, especially for anyone as young as she. She was 28 when we met, and had a body to die for, but seemed considerably more worldly and mature than the usual 28-year-olds that I had picked up for a night of athletic sex.
So when I popped the question and she said yes, I also decided to be brutally honest about my past. I told her about my sexual appetite and my experiences with other women and, yes, men. She shyly admitted to a couple of affairs with women, and to enjoying no-holds-barred recreational sex with guys, who were sometimes surprised that she took control and they were the toys rather than her.
For as long as I could remember, I had been bisexual. In high school, I was fucking the girls, but I also had some hot encounters with boys. In college, I explored my gay side more, and had affairs with men my age and some much older, that included introductions to the whole panoply of gay sex: bars, baths, leather, sex parties, three- and four-ways, you name it. I even experimented with S & M, B & D, water-sports and other such stuff, but most of it left me cold. I was happy with plain ol' sex with one or more partners of one or more sexes.
That behavior alternated with passionate affairs with girls, and sometimes older women, who could be really hot. And again, I did it all, including going to so-called wife-swapping parties with some of my partners. It was really hot to see my girlfriend being fucked by another man, especially if he had a really big cock.
Speaking of which, I was not badly endowed myself, which always enhanced my success with both sexes, I think. I have a very thick, eight-inch cut cock. I keep my balls shaved, and my pubes trimmed very neatly. I have a hairy chest, and during the past few years, as it has gotten even furrier, have kept it trimmed short, so that the hair swirls out from the center of my abdomen as it moves up my chest and fans out over my pecs.
Which, by the way, are pretty impressive, if I do say so. I have always been proud of my body, and was pretty well built even in high school and college. Great genes helped a lot. As I have matured, I have found it easier to bulk up a little. I'm not really a gym rat, but I do like to work out to keep myself trim and reasonably well muscled. I have a nice defined body, a respectable ripped six-pack and good strong shoulders and biceps. I'm not vain, but I turn a few heads when I walk down the beach in my Speedo.
My wife, Jen, and I had a monogamous relationship during the first year of our marriage. She is a brunette, slim, with full, perky, firm breasts, like small half cantaloupes. She likes to keep her bush trimmed to just a little patch over her cunt, and her waist is slim and soft. At about five-five, she weighs in at under 120, and so I find that there are lots of tricks that we can do that depend on her limber body and my strength. A perfect match. During our first year, we had lots of practice: sex every day, and on the weekends sometimes two and three times a day. We couldn't get enough of each other.
A little after our first anniversary, we were talking, and she asked if I ever missed sex with men or other women. Now this was dangerous sailing, but again, I decided to play it totally honest.
"Jen, you know you are the best thing that ever happened to me, and I never want that to change," I said, easing into the topic.
"Yeah, Rick, I feel the same way," she replied.
"But, well, yeahÉ.I fantasize about sex with men, with other women, with groups, the whole nine yards. I mean, I don't really want to have an affair with anyone, like getting emotionally involved beyond just friendship, but it would be nice to go out and fuck a hot boy sometimes, or go to a good sex party. I kind of miss the sheer dirty pleasure and variety of it all. What about you?"
"Well, yeah," she admitted a little sheepishly, "I sometimes see a hot guy and wonder what it would be like to ride him, or have him dominate me, or share him with another woman."
"I think our commitment to each other is really strong," I said. "I certainly wouldn't worry about you leaving me for another guy, or woman for that matter, at least just for the sex."
"And I feel the same way, Ricky baby," she said. And then we were in each other's arms, heading to the bedroom for some hot sex.
Well, it wasn't long after that I was sampling the wares at the baths again, or hooking up with a hot guy occasionally at a gay bar or on line. And she sometimes came home after a night out "with the girls" with a happy flushed look on her face that showed me she was also enjoying some pleasure on the side. We never really asked for details--that just seemed, well, too tawdry--but our own sex life continued unabated, and often was particularly passionate after one of our extracurricular encounters.
After a month or two of doing things on the side individually, we both independently came up with the idea of joining some swingers groups and enjoying a little group pleasure. Because we were both physically attractive, we turned out to be quite popular at these gatherings, and I often would fuck four or five other women, and Jen would get it on with the same number of guys. Both of us were really turned on by seeing the other having sex with another person. Homosexuality seemed taboo at these gatherings, except for a little girl-on-girl kissing and rubbing, so I never explored other men in front of her.
Which brings us to our present vacation. Before we booked it, we had been told by one of the other couples we "traded" with periodically, that this resort, aside from being very deluxe, was a favorite of other swingers, and so we could probably expect a good deal of action there if we wanted it. We thought it might be fun to focus on variety for a week, so here we were.
The first night we were there, we were joined at our table by another couple, in their early thirties, an attractive blonde named Ingrid, and her husband, a very good-looking light-skinned African-American named Malik. They came from a city not very far from home, and we compared notes about our area, and our lives. Before we parted, Ingrid and Jen were really getting to know each other, and decided to have lunch--"just us girls"--the next day.
So here it was the next morning, the first full day of our stay at the resort. We had wandered out on the beach early and gotten breakfast in a palm-roofed cabana on the beach. We were served by this hot blond guy who was probably 21 but looked all of 17, with a body to die for, like it was straight out of an m4m video. His eyes played over me just a little too long as he served us, and I think that Jen probably noticed too.
"Hot boy," she observed.
"Uh-huh," I replied, my mouth stuffed with croissant.
At any rate, we swam a little after breakfast, and then took a long walk down the beach, looking for shells, and just enjoying the solitude. Around eleven, we realized that we had walked maybe two miles down the beach and so we headed back. Even with a heavy dose of sun-tan lotion put on a couple of hours earlier, we didn't want to chance getting burned the first day. We got back to our bungalow around 11:45.
"Rick, how about a dip in the Jacuzzi before I go to lunch?" Jen asked.
The walk down the beach in my Speedo and the sun glinting off Jen's oiled body already had me horny. "Sure," I replied, peeling off my swim suit, already half-hard, and jumping into the warm, bubbling pool.
She pulled off her top and wiggled out of her bottom, letting her hand move up and down on her clit and cunt as she glided like a cat over to the Jacuzzi and settled herself on my lap, facing me, our lips locked.
Unlike our fuck in the Jacuzzi the day before, we let this one develop slowly, and we had a nice, long session before we built to the climax that started this story.
So here we were in post-coital languor, when Jen suddenly said, "Omigod! I'm supposed to meet Ingrid in five minutes!" and jumped out of the Jacuzzi, quickly dried herself off and ran into the bedroom to slip on a tee-shirt and a pair of dazzling pink shorts.
"See ya whenever, hon," Jen said, giving me a peck on the lips, and flew out the door to meet Ingrid for lunch.
After Jen left, I stayed in the Jacuzzi another ten minutes, letting the warmth and bubbles massage my naked body, still feeling horny and half-hard. Geez, I had not felt this sexed up in months. I attributed it to the environment and the prospect of some hot group sex with other guests. I wondered if Ingrid and Malik had similar expectations and fantasies.
I got out, dried off, and put my Speedo back on. Who needed more clothes than that here? I was hungry, but didn't want to go to one of the restaurants for lunch, so I picked up the phone and ordered a chicken club and beer from room service. "Twenty minutes," room service told me, and I settled down with a book to wait.
Twenty-five minutes later there was a soft knock on the door. "Room service," announced the caller.
I went to the door and opened it. Standing there with the tray was the blond Adonis from breakfast, looking as hot as ever. He was wearing a crisp white short-sleeved shirt, with two buttons undone, giving a glimpse of a tight tan chest, and a close-fitting pair of pressed white chinos, with a pleasing bulge in the crotch. His eyes drifted over my body, and settled just a little too long on my package. "This guy is gay as the day is long," I thought, my mind hatching a little plan.
He walked over to the table to put his tray down. His movements were masculine, but just a little too precise, further evidence in my mind of his orientation.
"There you are sir," he said. "Is there anything else you need?" He handed me the check to sign.
"Hold on a minute," I said, as I handed it back to him, "I want to get you a tip."
He smiled and waited while I went into the bedroom to get the money. I looked in my wallet. I had all denominations, and five dollars would have been really generous, but I pulled out a fifty, folding it and putting it between the knuckles of my second and third fingers. I went back into the sitting room.
"Here you go," I said, smiling, and holding the bill out to him.
"Oh, sir, that's really way too much," he protested.
"Sorry, I don't have anything smaller," I lied.
"Well, I don't know. Maybe laterÉ" he said hesitatingly.
" HmmmmÉ.maybe there is something you could do to earn it now," I said softly, reaching out and gently cupping my hand around the bulge in his crotch and slipping the fifty into the pocket of his shirt. He gasped softly as I felt his package instantly start to harden.
"Sir, I don't know, I gotta do more deliveries," he said unconvincingly letting his hands move, almost involuntarily, to my tight, hair-covered chest.
"A few minutes wait won't harm anybody, will it? I mean, they expect you to give good service, right, chat up the guests, be an ambassador, and all that," I said as I started unbuttoning his shirt. I pulled him to me and said, "We can make this a quickie, and if we both like it, we can find a time to enjoy each other with a little more leisure, OK?"
He melted. "I guess so," he said, as I moved my hands down to his belt buckle, he put his hands around my waist and our lips met. We kissed as I slipped his shirt off, undid his pants and pushed them down, then separated briefly while he bent down to take off his shoes and shed his pants. He stood up, his hard cock straining against his tight, white briefs, the kind that are sold through gay-oriented sites, the ones that push your package forward for the most advantageous display.
He moved closer to me again and cupped his hand around my erection, pressing against my Speedos.
"God, you're big," he said in a hoarse whisper.
"Yeah," I said, "Let's see what it can do for you in the next few minutes. Let's go into the bedroom."
I led him in, and we stood next to the bed, kissing some more. My arms were around him, his tight defined smooth body against mine, his nipples hard and erect, brushing against my hairy chest. I shoved my hands down the back of his briefs, feeling his firm, smooth, round ass, and I pushed them down around his thighs.
He hooked his thumbs into the waist of my Speedos, and lifted them over my hard cock, pushing them just below my balls, then taking my cock in his hand and slowly stroking it while we kissed.
Geez, that felt good. I have always been a complete pushover for smooth, young blond guys with hot bodies. I love to fuck them, and I love the taste of a piece of hard young meat in my mouth. I grabbed his cock and returned the favor, and for the first time noticed that he had a ring in the tip of his cock and was wearing a metal cock ring. This guy seemed to be ready for an encounter at any time!
He lowered his mouth to my nipples and worked them briefly as he made his way down to my hard cock. I wished we could take a lot of time, but was willing to make it fast this time. I didn't want him to lose his job because of me.
A few seconds later he was on his knees in front of me, jerking his own cock as he deep-throated me. This kid was a really good cock-sucker. Some guys are naturals, and some take years to learn their technique and some never do. Either he had started early, or he was a natural. He sucked me for a couple of minutes, my cock feeling harder and harder as he worked on it and jerked his own cock. My hands were on the back of his head, jamming him all the way down on my hard pole, and he took it all eagerly.
I pulled him up into a kiss, and then said, "Your turn."
I turned him around and made him sit on the edge of the bed. I knelt in front of him, pushed his legs open, and took in the sight of his beautiful, six-inch cock with its ring in the end. He was average length, but much thicker than that proportionally. His cock and balls were shaved, and like mine, his pubes were neatly trimmed. He had a crop of soft blond hair on his legs.
I kissed his thighs and balls, and then took him in my mouth, not going slowly and teasing as I liked to have done to me. I sucked him in and he moaned loudly. He was really turned on by my mouth work, and started pumping his hips up, pushing his cock deep into my throat. He had that urgent excitement that I remembered from when I was a young man, the need to work fast and cum hard.
We weren't at it more than a couple of minutes when he moaned, "Oh Goooooddddd, oh Jesus, I'm gonna shoot."
I kept up my work, unabated, and felt his body stiffen, his cock swell, and the balls I was working on with my hand pull up tight against his body. Then the spasms came, pumping hot boy-juice into my mouth.
I took it all in, but didn't swallow yet. I just kept working him with my lips and tongue until he pulled me off, too sensitive to continue. I stood up and bent over him, our lips meeting and as we kissed, I shared his cum with him. He reached out and felt my throbbing hard eight inches, and when we were done kissing, I said, "My turn," smiling at him as he smiled back.
This time, I knelt down again and pushed his legs back over his head, rolling him up on his shoulders to give me access to his puckered, pink hole. I dived in with my tongue, lapping and probing, getting him ready to fuck. His cock had softened just a little, but now it was raging hard again. I lapped at him for only a minute or so, but amazingly, he seemed to be loosening up, his passion making him ready for me.
I left off for a couple of seconds to retrieve a condom and lube, and grabbed a bottle of poppers in case my Adonis needed a little help in relaxing. I hurriedly ripped open the condom and rolled it down, lubed up myself and his ass, shook the bottle of poppers, opened it and held it out to him. He took a deep whiff as I stood by the bed, his ass in the air, my cock positioned at his waiting hole, and as the poppers hit him, I pushed my way in, all the way up to the hilt.
"Oh, fuck, yessssss," he moaned, as I started pounding away on his smooth, tight ass. I pushed and pulled, rotated my hips, pulled out all the way and slammed it in again. Amazingly, I was building to a climax quickly, only an hour after fucking Jen. And I could see that blondie, here, was on the verge of shooting again.
I sped it up, and as I did, I leaned over him, his legs up over my shoulders, getting as much depth into his young ass as I could, my mouth meeting his for a final kiss. I grabbed his cock and pumped him hard as I shot my load into the condom, grunting loudly, gasping for breath.
"Oh, fuck yeah," he yelled as he shot again, spewing his hot cum all over his chest and hitting his chin.
I pulled out, and we spent maybe thirty seconds catching our breaths before I pulled him to his feet, got a towel from the bathroom for him to clean up with. We had spent less than ten minutes together. He dressed quickly go get back to work, me standing there, with my cock deflating between my legs.
"When do you get off work tomorrow?" I asked.
"Around eight thirty" he answered.
"Want more?" I asked.
"Oh, yeah!" he said, smiling.
"Come by after you're done, and we'll have some more fun. And this time, we can take our time."
I kissed him once more, and he left.