Loading...The invitation came in the mail during the last week of May. I read it twice before I showed it to my wife, Marie. I handed it to her with the rest of our mail and went out to the garage to get some tools for a bit of yard work.
When I was on my knees pulling weeds in a flower bed beside our house Marie came out of the house and sat on the grass by me.
“What about this invitation?” She asked.
“I have the same question. What about this invitation? What do you think?”
“I’m not sure.”
“Maybe we should talk about it.”
“OK.”
“Read it out loud, would you?”
Marie opened the envelope and pulled the invitation out. She sat on the grass near me with her legs crossed. I saw that seated like that her skirt rode up and I could see the teal stripe of panty where her legs met.
“Dear friends,” she read, “You are invited to a Valentines Party! Unlike any other Valentines Party this party will last less than an hour and will last all weekend long. Unlike any other Valentines Party this one isn’t in February.
Please read the instructions for the party at least twice and talk with your partner, before responding. Lest you think this is sent by people who don’t know you I will give you some specific details about you.
Nick: You have a scar beside your right hip and it is not an appendix scar. You gave your virginity willingly to a relative when you were fifteen.
Marie: You have a small mole where your pubic hair used to grow.
Take a #9 white envelope. Make no mark on the outside of the envelope. The female in your couple is to seal her name in the envelope on a 3X5 card. Bring the envelope to the party.
Upon entering the party house you will see a box. The envelopes go in the box.
Each man in the room will choose one of the envelopes between 6:30 and 6:45pm. The name inside will be his Valentine partner for the weekend.
Each man attending should plan to be the power partner for a weekend Valentine’s date. You should know where you are going and be ready for your romantic, erotic date when you arrive for the party.
For example, I may plan to take my date to the Blue Lantern Inn in Laguna Beach. I will have reservations for dinner and the room as well as plans for and reservations (if needed) for whatever I plan for us to do. Plan to have your date home by ten Sunday evening (that way they will have some rest before work on Monday). Women must arrive at the party ready to spend the weekend away from home on a romantic, erotic date. Bring your suitcase loaded for the possibility of getting dressed for dinner and dancing, a possible swim in a hotel pool, spending the night in a hotel with your date, a toothbrush and whatever else you may need. Men should also have a suitcase loaded for the weekend they have planned.
The goal of the weekend is to have a romantic, fun, erotic and sexual weekend with a new Valentine date. If you and your partner are not willing and able to fully participate in this kind of weekend, do not RSVP and do not come to the party. Putting an envelope in the box obligates you as a couple to each fully participate.
The party starts at 14356 Walnut Ave. in Los Angeles, near La Cienega and Fountain, at 6pm Friday the 15th of June. The drawing will begin at 6:30pm. Anyone arriving late will not participate. Your date begins NLT 6:45pm. Please RSVP to Scorpio44@gmail.com by 8 June at 11:30pm.
Participation means you both agree to these rules: Each woman will call home and leave the name of their date, his address (read from his drivers license) and destination of their weekend. No harm may come to any participant. Protection from STD’s must be used. All women must be returned to their homes no later than ten o’clock the evening of Sunday 17 June.
We look forward to a most unusual and fun Valentine’s Weekend. Thirty invitations have been sent, just like this one. We guarantee that you will know many people at the party.
It was signed Scorpio44.
“Somebody did a lot of thinking about this party.” I said.
“Yeah. What is your first thought?”
“I don’t think I want to turn you over to someone else for a Valentines weekend.”
“You mean you don’t want someone else to be fucking me that weekend.”
“That isn’t it, entirely. I know you have been fucked by men other than me. What I’m thinking is that this is an opportunity for me to confront my own beliefs about trust, love, and freedom. I say I love people freely but we have had an agreement about only having physical intimacy between you and me. This invitation makes me look at how do I really believe about love, loving and trust?”
“And it got me thinking about jealousy. Can I watch you leave with another woman knowing you will be her lover? Can I open myself to a man I don’t know and love him, even for a weekend?”
“This invitation is deep.”
“What about the thought of being able to be the romantic man and have sex with someone else for a weekend without it getting you killed?”
“Yeah. And knowing some other man is treating you like the goddess when I’ve thought that was just my job.”
“I had some thoughts. You can’t father any children. You will use a rubber every time. She’s married. You love me.”
“So, you want to do this?” I tried to keep my voice neutral.
“It might be a lot of fun.”
“That isn’t what I asked.”
She was quiet a long time. I finished pulling the weeds from that flower bed. I looked at her and noticed a wet area on her panty strip. She liked this idea.
“Promise me you’ll be home with me Sunday night and fuck my brains out.”
“I’ll be here and do that!”
“Any idea who Scorpio44 is?”
“No idea, but he or she knows us.”
” That’s for sure! Let’s think about it for a couple days. We have until the eighth to RSVP.”
I agreed. Marie took the invitation inside with her. I watched her go. Marie is thirty six, a swimmer and has a long slim body. I could and did notice her cute, muscled butt as she walked away. I wondered if she would be in the mood for some play when I went inside.
Rather than wait and have the answer no, I packed up, cleaned up and went inside.
Marie was sitting in the kitchen looking at a cook book. As I passed I touched her shoulder and said, “I’m going to take a shower. I got dirty and sweaty out there.” She nodded.
Our bathroom has been remodeled. It used to have a shower in the bath tub but we had it expanded and now our shower is five feet square. Plenty of room for two. I skinned down and walked into the hot spray. I was pretty clean when I felt Marie join me. I took her in my arms and we kissed under the hot spray. Her long nipples were making dents in my chest. Her tongue was insisting I pay attention to her.
I love that Marie is only two inches shorter than me. I’m six foot. I had dated lots of other women but when I kissed Marie I knew this was something special. She fit better than anyone else. The fact that we had a hundred other things in common didn’t hurt.
I scrubbed her body. I love how her skin feels. She is slender but not skinny. One touch and anyone could tell she has substance under the skin. One look and you see the body that radiates sexuality and health. Her breasts are small for a woman her size. She wears a “B” cup. She can’t hold a pencil. The areola are tiny but very sensitive and the nipples long, and almost always hard. She loves having them sucked and pinched. For the past two years she has kept her red hair really short. It is naturally curly and with it so short she showers, washes her hair and just uses a towel to dry and style it. We spend enough time outside that her skin has a fair covering of freckles. When she swam in college she discovered laser and had all her leg, pit and pubic hair removed. Never any stubble.
I used my fingers to stimulate her pussy everywhere I could reach. She was wet and a short play time later was close to cumming.
“You like the idea of a special Valentines weekend, don’t you?”
“So do you!” Her arms went around my neck and her legs around my middle. With years of practice she found my cock with her pussy and we stood in the shower fucking. I backed her up against the shower wall and pistoned in and out of her. Our wet bodies slapped together and our moans and groans probably were heard by our nosey neighbors. We didn’t care.
I shifted Marie’s legs higher and hooked them over my shoulders. I was really in deep and Marie was becoming a shaking, moaning animal. My own thought processes were limited to making Marie cum and filling her pussy with my spunk. For added support I grabbed the shower head.
Marie screamed, “I’m cumming! Oh God!” And shuddered hard for long seconds. I came inside her flooding her with every drop of protein I could make. After we came we slid to the floor of the shower.
I have no idea how long we sat there holding each other and kissing, but the water did start cooling off before we got up.
We went out to dinner at the beach and saw a couple we know. They joined us for dinner and during dessert Frank asked, “What are you two doing with the upcoming weekends?”
I looked up and said, “We started thinking about going to a party one weekend soon.”
Frank’s wife Carol sat up and asked, “What started you thinking about it? A letter?”
Marie asked, “You got one too?”
They did. They had talked about it, but had not RSVPed, yet. They wanted to know if we were going.
“We’re thinking too.” Marie said. Under the table she held on to my hard cock through my pants.
We talked about the pros and cons of such an invitation. We talked about who Scorpio44 might be. We didn’t decide anything. Marie and Carol went to the bathroom before we left the restaurant. While they were gone I paid the bill and Frank and I talked.
“I want to do it.” He said.
“I just don’t want it to cost me my marriage.”
“Neither do I. But the idea of a wild weekend with someone else got me as hard as a rock.”
“We talked it over and then had great sex!” I said.
“I’ll bet both women are wet right now!”
They came back from the bathroom. I reached under Marie’s dress without being too obvious and said, “Yup! Dripping!”
Frank tested Carol who said, “Yes! I’m hot for it!”
We left the restaurant and parted in the parking lot.
Halfway home Marie held my still hard cock and said, “I’ll email Scorpio44. We’re in, aren’t we?”
“I may set a world’s record by having a hard on last until the new Valentine’s Day! Yes, we’re in.”
While I was at work the next week I looked on the internet for a romantic place to take whoever she was going to be. On Friday evening we went out to dinner with Frank and Carol. As soon as we sat down in the restaurant Frank said, “Have you made reservations somewhere yet?”
“I’m not saying.”
“I have. I told Carol where because we are supposed to know where each other is for the weekend.”
“OK. Where?”
“A nice B&B in Santa Barbara.”
Marie likes Santa Barbara. They talked about Santa Barbara for a few minutes and then Marie looked at me and said, “OK. Where?”
“OK. I followed the example in the invitation and rented a suite at the Blue Lantern Inn in Laguna. We have the penthouse.”
“I want you to take me there.”
“I made reservations for two weekends. We go the weekend after Valentines. The week before was booked.”
That got me a kiss. On the way home Marie sat quietly for a while and asked, “What if you get Carol?”
“And, what if you get Frank?”
“It could be a great weekend!”
“If I get Carol we aren’t going dancing.”
“Frank and I don’t work either on a dance floor.”
“They are a bit shorter than us.” We laughed at the image of me dancing with Carol who was about five-three or Marie dancing with Frank who is five-eight.
As each day got us closer to the weekend more people around us we talking about plans for the weekend. Frank and Carol were the only one’s we were sure of, but we kept wondering about others.
Thursday came and we spent the evening packing. We decided we would put both suitcases in my car Thursday night and meet home just long enough to shower and dress for the evening on Friday. Marie gave me a gift to pack in my suitcase, a box of a dozen condoms. I noticed she put another box in her suitcase. I was a waste of pay on Friday. All I could think of was the possibility of Carol naked in bed with me.
We got home at the same time. Marie parked her car in the garage and locked it in. I parked in the driveway and went inside the house. We showered, kissed a lot but didn’t give in to the surge of sexual energy. We dressed and were on the road to the party in plenty of time to be there by about ten after six.
Next to the address on the invitation was a church parking lot. No chains prohibited the use of the lot and there were about twenty cars parked there. We joined them. The address we wanted was a big, older three story craftsman home. We walked to the door with me carrying Marie’s suitcase.
At the door a man in a suit asked if we had an envelope. We showed it and he opened the door. Inside and to the right a chair waited with a box on it. The box was covered in wrapping paper, white with red hearts with a slit in the top. We put the envelope in the box.
We entered the living room and saw Frank and Carol talking to Pete and Veronica, people we knew from college. I spotted three men from work, two teachers from the school where Marie works, and a woman who works at our bank. We were greeted warmly and shown to the bar. A card on the bar said, “You are allowed one drink while here. No charge.”
Marie got a white wine. I got a diet Coke. We spoke briefly to a few people we knew and met a few others. I looked at my watch five or six times before a gong sounded. The man who met us at the door brought the box into the living room.
“I have locked the door for the next fifteen minutes. Anyone late cannot play. I want the men to line up. You will draw a card, announce the name and together you will walk to the door. My assistant will let you out.”
We lined up. I was third in line. Frank was second.
The first guy picked an envelope from the box, tore it open and read, “Allison Garrett.” He looked up, caught her eye and saw her start to pick up her suitcase. He rushed over, picked up the suitcase, put his arm around her waist and they walked out to our applause. The pattern had been set.
Frank stirred the cards in the box and pulled one out. He opened it carefully, doing little damage to the envelope in the process. “Nita Kay Nielson.”
Nita Kay was tiny. Frank actually looked tall when he took her in his arms and hugged her. He picked up her suitcase and they were gone. That made it my turn. I took the top envelope, ripped off the end and read the card. “Petra Wilson.” I didn’t know her!
I scanned the crowd. Her hand waved and then I saw her. ‘Thank you God!’ was my first thought. Petra stood near the bar holding a wine glass. She was tall and while not as slender as my Marie she wasn’t fat either. Petra was wearing a Hawaiian print halter dress with a shawl. It was obvious at first glance that she was large breasted. She was a blond and her hair hung almost to her elbows. I walked to her, gave her a hug, picked up her suitcase and we walked. Just as we got to the doorway out of the living room she stopped us and gave me a kiss. The kind of kiss that says, “This is going to be a hot weekend.” I blushed, didn’t look back but heard the cheers and laughter behind us.
As we walked to my car Petra said, “I have a gift for you.”
“Another one?”
“This one is from my husband.” She handed me a small remote control. It had one button. I looked at it and then at Petra.
“Just as we left our house he put a vibrator egg in my pussy. The control is in your hand. Every time you push the button the egg in me will vibrate. It will vibrate as long as you hold the button down. I know it works, Jake used it coming here.”
I thanked her, put her suitcase in the trunk and opened her door. She got in, but not the way I expected. Women usually sit and swing their legs together into the car. Petra pulled her dress above her waist, sat down and turned one leg at a time into the car. What I saw was that she wore suspender hose and no panties. I also noticed she was shaved.
After I regained composure I went to my side, got in and started the car. I got us on the road and headed for the Santa Monica Freeway. As we entered the freeway headed east Petra asked for my drivers license. I gave her my wallet and she made the call required by the rules and good sense. Then she looked through my wallet. She found a picture of Marie and me in Hawaii.
“Pretty woman.”
“Thank you.”
She found two pictures of other women. “Sisters?”
“One is. The other is my Aunt.”
“I’m Petra.”
“I read as much. I’m Nick. Nick Peterson. I’m very glad to meet you.”
“My husband is Bob Wilson. You know him better as Scorpio44. He is a private investigator.”
“Your husband put this whole thing together?”
“No. He helped. I did it. It was my idea.”
“Wow! I’m impressed.”
We did the getting to know you quiz show for about half an hour. By then I had changed freeways twice and we were headed south.
After about a minute silence Petra asked, “Are we going to stop and eat or go straight to a hotel and screw?”
“I never just go to a hotel and screw without a fine meal first. I thought we would stop down here in about twenty minutes. There’s an area with about six nice restaurants and you may choose whichever one you would like.”
“We’ll have to wait forever to get a table.”
“No. Our reservation is in twenty minutes.”
“Which restaurant is our reservation with?”
“All six.”
“Oh, a planner. Thinking ahead. Did you use the same name at all six restaurants?”
“No.”
“Which restaurants?”
I named the six and she decided. I got off the freeway and parked close to the entrance. I opened her door and was graced with another great view of her smooth pussy.
Her arm hooked mine and we walked. As we stepped up to the door I opened it and ushered her before me. As I released the door to swing closed I reached in my pocket and hit the button for about three seconds.
Petra turned, put her arms around me and as she moved in for a kiss she said, “I’m glad you decided to play with me. I love it.” Her kiss woke my grandfather in his grave.
Our booth was waiting and we walked to it. As we slid in I touched the button again. Her eyes met mine and she said, “I love knowing you’re thinking about my pussy.”
The waitress turned quickly and walked away.
“Shy certainly isn’t a word people would use to describe you.”
“Does that bother you?”
“For a moment it did. Now, I like it. It seems more healthy adult than politically correct sheep. I may become more like you in that way.”
“May I speak my mind here?”
“Yes, but first lets decide what to order.”
We looked over their menu and both ordered the Asian Chicken Salad. The waitress wrote it down and walked away.
“Now, speak your mind.”
“You and I have been an item for less than two hours. We know a little about each other. I want you to know who I am about a lot of things and I want to know how you think. I want all that in addition to wanting lots of orgasms. OK?”
“So, tell me about what your life is about.” I smiled. That had to be a good way to open the door for Petra to tell me whatever she wanted me to know.
Her hand rested on my left thigh. She turned just a little towards me, causing the halter top to twist just a little, showing lots of tender looking breast skin.
“I believe that we are here to enjoy life. Our bodies are built for pleasure. To that end I want lots of it. I also believe in balance. Enough exercise, enough sleep, enough food, enough kissing, enough, but not too much.”
“I agree.”
“What books are you reading this month?”
“Let’s see. In the bathroom at home I have a book called “Tomorrow’s God” by Neale Donald Walsch. By my side of the bed is a book called “A Brief History of Everything.” In the car, behind the front seat is a book called “No Excuses” about education in America. In my wife’s car is a book called “Stranger in a Strange Land.” I’m reading all of them.
“Oh, I am impressed! So many men have a copy of today’s sports section of the L.A. Times and haven’t read a book since graduating from college.”
“What are you reading?”
“I just finished “Leadership” by Guliani. In my office I’m reading “Imagine” by Marianne Williamson. By the bed I have “Tao” by Alan Watts. In my car I have “Chop Wood, Carry Water.”
“My turn to be impressed. Alan Watts was a great writer but his book needs to be read slowly and repeatedly for me to stay with what he says.”
Our dinners arrived. We paused and I thought I detected a prayer in the pause.
“Did I detect a prayer?”
“Not a formal prayer.”
“I believe every time we say “thank you” it is a prayer of gratitude. If I say it to the waitress it is still a prayer of gratitude.”
“Oh Nick. You and I will have a wonderful weekend. I believe that too. When I say “thank you” to someone I am thanking the divine them.”
I had a thought as I took a bite and touched the button.
“Thank you, Nick.”
“You are welcome. Do you love your husband?”
“Yes! Do you love your wife?”
“Yes! And I love my first wife too.”
“How about me?”
“I’m going to sound nuts. We’ve known each other almost two hours. Yes, Petra, I love you.”
“This is the important question. Why do you love me?”
“Easy. I love you because I choose to love you. I take the philosophical position that every person I ever meet is part of God, Life, and Love. I am a part of them and they a part of me. To choose not to love them would be insanity. I choose sanity. I love you.”
“Well put! I think that for this party to work people must, at some level, choose to love the person they are with.”
“I agree. I also think that almost everyone who is part of this carries a fear that their partner will do the impossible… love the new person more than they love us.”
“Impossible?”
“Love cannot be quantified. If I love you, I love you. I cannot love someone more than I love you.”
“You love me as much as you love your wife?” Her eyebrows went up.
“Yes. Love is like life. If you are alive you are alive. When you aren’t alive you are dead. If I love you, I love you. I love Marie differently than I express my love for and with you, but in both cases I love you.”
“In two hours?”
“I decided, based on my beliefs, to love you consciously before I pulled the card from the box.”
“So, it didn’t matter who you got, you already loved her?”
“Not quite. I decided that I loved everyone in the room before I got to the room. All the envelope did was focus my attention on someone I already love for the weekend.”
“Is that why our first kiss was so powerful?”
“I already loved you. I didn’t need to be tentative in the kiss to see if I loved you.”
“I want dessert, but not here. Can we go?”
“Yes, Dear.” I waved at the waitress and she brought the check. I paid cash and left a nice tip. As we got out of the booth Petra spread her legs and I know the waitress looked. We said, “Thank you” in unison and left.
In the parking lot I put the remote in my hand and took Petra in my arms. We kissed and I pressed the button. I held the button as long as the kiss lasted. I pressed me against Petra and in turn pressed Petra against my car. I could feel the vibrations in my hardening cock.
When her lips stopped being against mine I released the button.
“I’d ask for another kiss but I’m so close I’d cum if you kissed me like that again.”
“And, after you cum, I’ll lift your dress and clean you up with my tongue.”
“Right here?”
“If that is your pleasure.”
“I don’t believe you!”
Our lips met and we kissed again. I pressed the button. Petra put her arms around my neck and held on as she began to shake. My tongue went in her mouth and my right hand held her ass and squeezed. She tightened up and screamed into my mouth. I let the button go and waited.
I touched the button again and she immediately came again. I was holding her up, pinned between me and the car. We were close to the entrance to the restaurant. People inside the restaurant could see us, if they bothered to look. People walking to and from the restaurant passed us. Petra put her head in the crook of my neck and calmed down. I waited.
“Can you stand without help?” I asked.
She nodded. I dropped to my knees and lifted her dress. My face went to her pussy and I dropped the dress over me. I licked and cleaned all her juices that my tongue could reach. She began to shake.
“Oh God, Nick! I’m going to cum again!”
Her hands held my head in place through her dress as she came again. I licked the new flow and then put her dress back in place with me on the outside. I stood up and unlocked her door.
“Stand here,” I said. I opened the trunk and got a folded towel. I put it on the car seat and helped Petra sit. She again pulled her dress up so she wasn’t sitting on it. I closed her door and as I went to my door I heard clapping. I looked up and five men inside the restaurant were standing and clapping. I waved, got in and we were on the road again.
“How far is the hotel?”
“About half an hour.”
“Hurry, but don’t get pulled over.”
“Did you enjoy being kissed after dinner?”
“Yes.”
I drove five miles over the speed limit until I needed to slow down to get off the freeway. When I pulled into the parking lot of the Inn the first spot was open. I took it. I helped Petra out of the car.
“Would you like me to get you into our room and come back for the bags?”
“Let someone else get our bags.” She held my arm tightly.
When we checked in the woman at the desk verified the reservation and sent a young man to our car to get the bags. She pointed us to the elevator and we went up. The third floor only has one room, ours. I opened it and helped Petra inside. She went into the bathroom.
I checked out the room and the views from the various windows. Romantic. The room smelled of roses and salt air.
Our bags arrived. I tipped the young man and he left. I locked the door.
“Are our bags here?”
“Yes.”
“Is he gone?”
“Yes.”
The door opened and Petra came into our room. Her shoes were off.
“I don’t want the dress on any more. Would you like to take it off or shall I?”
“I’d enjoy taking it off.”
I went around her and untied the knot of the halter behind her neck. I held it together as I used my other hand to unzip her dress. I knew that under the dress were the suspender hose and nothing else. I turned her to face me and let go of the halter.
The dress fell to the floor. Around her waist a lacy belt and three straps per leg attached to thigh high stockings. From the lacy belt north she was uncovered. Her large breasts hung, but not sagged. The areola were large and more pink than brown. The nipples were small enough that they reminded me of those frozen baby peas, in size not color. I held her hand as she stepped out of the pile that once was her dress.
“Having unwrapped his present, the man was at odds to decide which parts of the present to focus his attentions on.”
“I would like his attentions on my breasts and nipples, if you please. My pussy is so sensitive that if you touch me there I just may die.”
“Your wish is my joy filled command.”
I bent and kissed both breasts in turn. One kiss each. I grasped the belt and slowly peeled the suspender hose down her legs. I opened the covers on the bed and helped Petra to lie down.
The gas fire in the fireplace cast wonderful light on her skin. I undressed and bent to her nearest breast. I kissed all of her breast before touching either the areola or nipple.
“Tell me what feels the best to you when man gives attention to your breasts.”
“When he does what you did. Start with the breast and later get to the areola and nipple. When you suck my nipple suck hard and push on it with your tongue. Run your tongue around the nipple, not on it but around it. It can drive me crazy!”
I followed her instructions to the letter and intent. One breast and then the other. I knew she was close to a titty orgasm when I could feel her starting to quiver.
“Stop!” I did.
“Lay on the bed next to me.”
“Yes, dear.”
She took a deep breath and said, “It is my intention to tease and please you until your body, like mine, is screaming “Please, no more, or I will die!”
She lay on top of me and we kissed. Again and again, exploring each other with hands, lips, tongues and skin. She scooted down and lavished attention to my pecs and then to my hard nipples. I love having my nipples sucked.
Petra slid down a little farther and I looked at her, noticing a mirror placed just perfectly so that I could see her from behind, a nice view of her ass and her wet, sparkling pussy. She took my penis in her mouth and took all of it. She sucked and flicked with her tongue. Her hands played with my hips and legs before getting to my scrotum and balls. I was as hard as I thought I would get.
Petra kept sucking my cock and moving her head up and down my shaft. I liked how it felt and how it looked. On one stroke she put a condom on me, with her mouth! I had seen it done in a movie but never had seen it happen to my cock.
She worked me over and felt my balls tighten and then she really turned on the intention. She grasped the base of my cock and held tight as she worked the head to get the orgasm. As she felt me go she released the base of my cock and probed my ass with her finger. I pumped my stuff as hard as it would go. She held my cock in her mouth until I began to go limp.
I was surprised when she jumped from the bed, went in the bathroom and came back with a damp wash cloth. She peeled the condom off, tied a knot in it and tossed it in the trash can. The wash cloth was damp and cool. I know because she wrapped my balls and cock in that cool damp cloth. In seconds my balls felt better.
“Lots of people don’t know that the pain after cumming goes away with a little cool water therapy.”
“It’s my pain and I didn’t know.”
“Doctors who give vasectomies ought to tell people.”
She snuggled in next to me and pulled the sheet up over us. I realized she knew I had a vasectomy. Her private detective was good at his job.
We snuggled for quite a while and talked quietly. Petra wanted to know what I had planned for Saturday. I told her I thought it would be fun to go for a ride on either a two person jet ski or a big speed boat. I also thought about a long walk on the beach.
As she drifted to sleep she said, “I like being your Valentine.”
We woke on Saturday for the same reason. Our bladders were full. Petra slowly got out of bed, headed for the bathroom. In her process she moved the bed just enough to slosh the gallon in my bladder and I was awake and suddenly urgent. She was already at the bathroom door. No way I could get there first.
“Hurry Honey. I’m having a biological emergency.”
“Come in here and pee in the shower. It goes to the same sewer.”
It is at times like then that I really like a practical woman. I got out of bed and did just as she recommended. When she was done she reached past me and turned on the shower. When the water was warm she stepped through my stream and into the shower.
“Come on in Honey. The water is fine. Hell, some of it is yours.”
I joined her. We reacquainted ourselves with our bodies and set a playful tone for the day. Fully clean and stimulated bodies dry quickly and we headed back towards the bed. I picked up the phone and ordered coffee and asked Petra if she wanted anything with the coffee. She pointed at my cock. I ordered two English muffins and some jam.
“I had a wonderful evening with you last night. I think I had four or five orgasms and one better.”
“You had a better?”
“A better is what I call all that snuggling and conversation that happens after orgasms when you are with someone who loves you.”
“Yeah. I love that part too. I sometimes wish my biology didn’t think that an orgasm is a signal to sleep. I’d like to have a better last longer.”
“The one last night lasted hours. You fell asleep but you kept snuggling with me for a long time. You are a lover even when you sleep.”
“I am?”
“You fell asleep when I had my head on your shoulder and your arm around my back. A little later you put your other hand on my tit and pinched the nipple. Gently, but definitely a pinch. We both slept for a while and I was awakened by your hand again. You put a finger against my areola and traced around my nipple for a long time. It was a gentle touch and not fast. Round and around stimulating me until I wanted to wake you up to finish me off.”
“Why didn’t you?”
“You rolled over and snored softly.”
“I’m sorry.”
“I’m not. If you love me like that when you’re asleep it tells me something about how you think about love and about me.”
“I love you.”
“I know.”
The doorbell chimed softly. I pulled a robe off the back of the door, put it on and opened the door. A woman about twenty-five smiled and brought the cart inside. She smiled at Petra sitting on the bed. Petra made no move to cover her self. The woman put coffee on our little table and asked if we wanted cream, sugar, or anything. Petra told her cream only and I said, “Black.”
As she turned to go Petra asked, “Would you like to stay?”
“No thank you,” she said. “I’ve already had breakfast.”
“You can have either Nick or me for dessert or you can have us both.”
“I get off at five this afternoon. If the offer is still good I’d like to come back.”
“Knock on our door. If we’re here we’ll open the door. If we aren’t come back at six and we’ll take you to dinner and then come back for dessert.”
Petra got off the bed and kissed the young woman. She reached out and pulled me into the kiss. The young woman wasted no time, she groped my cock right from the beginning of the kiss. When it ended she stepped back and said she would definitely be back at five. She left.
Petra stood at the table and poured coffee.
“Why did you do that?”
“I want to know if you mean what you said.”
“Yes, I love her. And you.”
“And Marie.”
“Yes, and Marie.”
“I knew you were serious last night.”
“And what was the tip off?”
“You didn’t fuck me last night. If I had not insisted on sucking you off you would have snuggled me for hours and never worried about it at all.”
“Valentines is about pleasing the woman. I get great satisfaction in seeing, feeling, tasting and watching someone I love have orgasms. A woman, most women, need an emotional connection for sex to really be incredible. I love when the connection is strong enough to have something like last night.”
“You talk more like my sister than a man.”
“Thank you.”
I sat my empty cup down. One English muffin was gone too.
“Since you have peed and eaten may I ask a favor?”
“Sure.”
“Be inside me.”
“Sure. Which entrance would you like me to begin with?”
“My pussy.”
She lay back on the bed and opened herself to me. Her legs spread and her hands held her pussy open for me. I stepped closer to the bed and pulled her hips to the edge. The bed was high enough that her opening was at the perfect spot for me.
We both watched as I lined up her vagina and my penis. I touched her and stopped.
“Enough?”
“It’s enough when you bump my cervix. Come on in.” She paused. “No! Stop!”
“We need a condom.”
I got some from my bag and put them on the nightstand. Petra opened one and put it on me.
“Now!”
I resumed the position and slowly pushed in. She was hot, even through a rubber I felt her heat. I pushed in about half way, stopped and pulled back. I pushed all the way in on the second stroke. I felt the touch of her cervix when I felt my pubic bone hit hers, and then pushed tighter together.
“That’s deep enough, Cowboy.”
“Yes Ma’am. Thank you.”
“Thank you.”
To show I had understood I pulled almost all the way out and pushed all the way back in. Then I repeated the action. Slowly at first, then faster. I was building towards filling the condom but felt little urgency to get there.
Petra swung me onto my back and flipped on top. I knew what the bull felt like at Gilly’s when a woman rode him hard, grinding her most tender parts hard against him. The bull would be happy. I was. I held onto Petra’s tits, pinching her nipples and pushing up against her pussy as she rode.
She panted and said she was about to cum.
“Hang on Cowgirl. Only two seconds left on the clock. Ride, Sally, ride!”
She threw her head back and came. I held onto her so she didn’t fall off the bed. When I pulled out of her a few seconds later the condom was loaded with my stuff too. I came when she did.
Petra pulled the condom off, tied it in a knot and tossed it to the trashcan. She got the cool, wet cloth and held it to my balls as she sucked and licked our juices off my cock.
We snuggled for a short while and then we got up and dressed. She let me pick what she would wear. My first choice was between shorts and a short skirt. The skirt was very short and tight. The shorts had wide legs and were still pretty short. I picked the skirt. My next choice was a top. One was a t-shirt that came down about an inch below her breasts and it had the logo on it for a “mounds” candy bar. When she tried it on her breasts distorted the letters. There was no doubt that anyone seeing that shirt on her would be seeing a visual definition of the word. The second choice was a bikini top with a thin over shirt that hid nothing. The bikini top consisted of two triangles of cloth that barely covered her areola and were thin enough that no detail of her breasts was hidden. The two triangles were a pale green color. The over shirt was the same light green color.
I picked the bikini top and over shirt. I wore Khaki shorts and an oversized green polo shirt. We both wore sandals. Just before we left Petra picked up three condoms off the nightstand and she recovered the knotted condoms from the trash and put them in her suitcase. On our way out we stopped and I bought a tube of SPF 35 sunscreen. Petra and I went out on the porch overlooking the ocean and she took the over shirt off so I could apply the sunscreen. I did her back first. She turned to face me. I applied more SPF 35 to my hands and put both hands on her belly, just above the skirt. I smoothed the lotion on all the way to her shoulders, taking the top with my hands. I made sure her breasts were well protected for the sun. Then I pulled the two triangles down, covering her areola and nipples once again. She had been grinning the whole time.
Behind me at a table just inside through a window a family was having brunch. The husband and his two sons were facing the window and therefore watching me apply lotion to Petra. The wife and daughter were facing away from us and saw nothing.
Petra blew the boys a kiss as we left the porch.
“You really are fun.”
“You are too.”
We brought our bathing suits for our time out on the water. At the place to rent either the boat or the jet ski Petra decided the boat would be more fun. I got our bag out of the car. It held our bathing suits and a towel.
On the way back to Petra I stopped at the Men’s room and quickly changed. I handed Petra the bag when I got back and she pulled out the pale green bikini bottom to match the top she was wearing. Right there on the dock she handed the bag back to me and dropped her skirt to the dock. She put the bikini bottom on and tied it on the side. I put her skirt in the bag and tossed the bag in the boat. I helped Petra in while the pilot and two dock hands stood with their mouths open.
Once we were in I looked at the young guy who was to take us for a thrilling ride and said, “Coming?”
He snapped back to reality and said, “Yeah, probably.”
He jumped in the boat, started the big inboard engines and away we went. We had to go slowly out of the marina. Just before we got out I said, “Can we stop for just a minute?”
He put the boat in neutral and Petra said, “Why did we stop, Honey.”
I smiled and said, “I only put sunscreen on you from the waist up.” I opened the bag and got out the tube of SPF 35. I started at her feet and worked up to near the tiny suit. When both legs were done Petra untied the suit and took it off. She turned so I could take good care of her ass. I did, making sure that everything got lathered.
“Turn, please.”
She held the bikini bottom up and I lathered her hips and pussy. I was very careful to make sure she would not get sunburned.
I stood up and looked at the driver. “Thanks. I wouldn’t want her to get sunburned.”
“Oh, I think you did a good job.”
I looked at his shorts and he was hard, naturally. Petra was very good looking.
He eased the boat through the breakwater and out into the open water. The farther we got from shore the faster he made the boat go. Then he saw some dolphins jumping ahead of us. He slowed the boat to a crawl.
“We’re never supposed to go fast when the dolphin are around. Don’t want to hurt them.”
By this time we were pretty wet from the spray. Petra’s top was fully transparent. She looked down and said, “Lot of good this top is. May I go naked for a while? Please.”
“OK, but you have to put clothes on before we go back in the harbor.”
I skinned down too and put our clothes in the bag. We slowly moved through the dolphins and then Dave made the boat go fast again. We went out miles and went around a big container ship before heading back. There were five or six men watching us from the railing of the ship. We waved and they waved back. As we waved Petra held on to my cock. On the far side of the ship we sat for a minute in the shade. We weren’t going but the ship was and soon we were in sunshine again.
Petra saw how hard our young friend was and she said, “Nick, he looks like he’s in pain. Can I help him out?”
“Not with hips or lips.” Instantly she pulled his shorts down, freeing his very hard cock. She knelt in front of him.
“Dave, would you cum on my tits please?”
“Oh Yeah!”
Petra stroked him and played with his balls for a minute or so and he rewarded her with a huge load. She helped him pump stream after stream of white cream onto her tits and neck. When he was done Petra leaned out of the boat and got some salt water to wash the cum off, but she didn’t wash it off her, just off Dave’s cock.
She kissed him on the cheek and said, “If I wear your cum back onto the dock all your buddies will know it’s yours won’t they?”
“I think so.”
“Is that OK with you?”
“Yeah, but what about Nick?”
“It’s fine with me. I get to fuck her.”
Petra produced a condom from the bag and rolled it on me with her mouth. She bent herself over the dash of the boat facing the bow and I reached around her and held the dash as I slid into her pussy.
“Go fast Dave! Go fast!” Petra cried!
The boat took off like a shot and we bounced along with the salty spray hitting us and my cock rubbing along inside her puss. She pushed back against me and I held on tight. The motion of the boat was enough, I made no attempt to fuck in and out.
“I’m gonna cum!” Petra yelled as loud as she could.
“Now!” I yelled as I came.
Dave slammed the engine control down and the boat slowed pushing me deeper into Petra. Dave was grinning so hard I thought his face might freeze in that pose. He turned the boat back for the marina. I pulled out and Petra quickly turned and removed the condom. It got knotted and bagged. She used her mouth to clean me, helped me back into my shorts and Dave back into his.
We were mostly dressed when we docked. Dave was grinning and the dock crew saw that dried load on Petra’s chest. One of them assisted her onto the dock and she asked him, “Where is the ladies room? I need to clean off Dave’s gift.”
He pointed. Dave and I climbed to the dock and Petra thanked Dave for a great ride. She kissed him on the cheek, turned and headed for the bathroom. I thanked Dave for being a good sport and he thanked me. Prayers all around.
Petra was clean when she came out of the bathroom. Her over shirt was back on, minus the bikini top.
“I think I may have scrubbed off some sunscreen. Could I have some more, please?”
I found the sunscreen and applied some to her chest. As I did her nipples tightened. The guys at the end of the dock watched.
At the car I kissed her, opened the car door and kissed her again after she sat down.
We drove down the coast for a while and came to a place where Petra asked if we could get off the freeway and walk on the beach. I pulled off, parked and we got out. Petra said, “In case you haven’t noticed, I love being naked outdoors.” She took off everything but her sandals. I put her clothes and mine in the trunk. We were at a well known nude beach. We went for a walk alone the beach. Holding hands, smiling, saying hello to the people we met, acting just like the Valentine’s lovers we were. A couple we met had us sit and talk for a little while. They shared their water and a couple sandwiches with us. The woman was about our age and had a scar on her left breast. She explained that she had breast cancer a year before and the doctor had recommended an hour of late afternoon sun as therapy. They seemed healthy and happy.
It was just after five when we got back in the car. I was glad we had the sandwich. I headed back to the Inn. As we got close I was asked, “Will she be there?”
“I think so. If she is do we play, eat, and play some more or eat and then play for the night?”
“I’m hungry. I want her too, but food first.”
“OK.”
We took the elevator up to our room. No one was in the hallway.
“It’s quarter to six. We can shower before she gets here and be ready to go eat.”
I was wrong. I used the key card and swung the door open. Sitting crosslegged and nude on our bed was the server from that morning.
“Hi. I’m Veronica. I hope we can shower after we play. I’ve been thinking about you both all day.”
I closed the door and took off my clothes. Petra was on the bed before me. She kissed Veronica and as she did I kissed Veronica’s breast. Veronica uncrossed her legs and lay back onto the pillows. I moved between her legs and Petra kept kissing her mouth. She was very wet and my tongue explored all her wet and slippery areas.
When I looked up across Veronica’s belly Petra was sucking on one nipple and pinching the other. I found her clit and sucked her gently as my tongue danced with all the nerve endings I could touch.
It did not take us long to give her the release she craved. She shook and moaned through a long orgasm. When she calmed we got up and showered together.
As we dried Veronica asked, “What’s next?”
We replied in unison, “Dinner!”
Petra and Veronica agreed that bras and panties made eating more difficult and since I never wore either one I could not argue. We went to dinner and became the topic of more than one conversation. Both women showed lots of skin and were quite affectionate going to, during and after dinner. We walked on the beach after dinner and drove along the coast for a while as well.
It was nearly eleven when we returned to the Inn. We invited Veronica back up to the room and she politely declined. It was against Inn policy to sleep in a room with the guests. She kissed us both and went home. In our room Petra was still wanting to play so I asked her if she liked the ocean at night. She said yes so I opened the door onto our balcony and took her out there. The balcony is three floors up from the ground and the ground is eighty feet up a cliff above the beach and harbor. Lights from boats and docks twinkled at us. I stripped and Petra did too. We held each other for a long time, listening to the breeze, the ocean, the sounds all around us. I sat on a hard backed chair out on the balcony and Petra straddled my lap, embracing me as she sat facing me. We rocked slowly together, enjoying the sensations of everything we smelled, touched, heard, saw and eventually tasted.
Our mouths never found words. Our mouths did find each other. Not hurried or frantic in our coming together but unhurried, patient, savoring we shared the late evening out on the balcony.
When we did go to bed we held each other and fell asleep. I woke once during the night and used the bathroom. When I came back to the bed I stood and looked at Petra for a while. I have liked watching Marie since the first night we slept together. Watching Petra sleep was just as big a high for me.
I slid back into bed and spooned Petra.
She whispered, “I love being watched.”
“Here’s lookin at you, kid.”
I believe we were kissing when we fell asleep.
After ten on Sunday morning we were awakened by the phone. Petra was closer so she answered. She listened and said yes twice, laughed and said, “Come on.” She hung up the phone grinning.
“Well?”
“Seems Veronica can’t keep secrets. That was one of her girlfriends. Veronica can’t make it for breakfast this morning and enrolled her friend to bring us breakfast. She’s downstairs and is bringing breakfast up now.”
“You want to answer the door, or should I?”
“I’m not dressing.”
“Neither am I.”
“Let’s open the door together!”
At the first tap we were out of bed and at the door. I swung it wide open and standing in the hallway was a naked woman holding a tray with food and coffee. Oh, she also had a smile on.
“I knew I had the right dress code! Hi, I’m Nancy, Veronica’s best friend. Anyone hungry?”
Of course the answer was “Yes!” We brought her and the food in and we ate and got to know Nancy. She was in her thirties, divorced, worked at a nearby restaurant and shared an apartment with Veronica. Her divorce had been prompted by her husband taking ten thousand dollars from his boss and going to jail. That happened eighteen months before we met her and, she said, she hadn’t been to bed with anyone in that time. We piled the plates, cups and other breakfast stuff on the tray and climbed back on the bed.
Petra kissed Nancy and leaned her back on the pillows. I lavished my attentions on her breasts. Nancy had smallish breasts compared to Petra, but not tiny. Her areola were bigger than silver dollars and the nipples, when I first touched them, were not even bumps. As I played with her breasts the nipples began to grow. When I shifted to her other breasts Petra moved between her legs and tasted her. She became very vocal.
“Oh Sweet Jesus! Oh Lady that feels so good!”
My hands held her tits and my mouth covered hers. Our tongues became intimate friends and took turns exploring. When one of our kisses ended she said, “Twist my tits and nipples. I’m so close!”
I did as asked. Petra must have been doing something pretty wonderful too as it was only seconds until Nancy shook. I covered her mouth and pushed my tongue inside. It muffled her scream. Petra kept at her pussy and she kept cumming.
Nancy’s hands found Petra’s head and pushed her away.
“Oh please stop! Any more and I may die.”
We stopped. I turned her on her side and spooned behind her. Petra faced her and they kissed. I used both arms to draw the three of us together. We kissed, touched and snuggled for some time. I know I dozed.
When I finally was fully awake it was because I was being handled. Nancy hand a hold on my cock. When she was sure I was awake she spoke.
“I would really love it if you would be inside me.”
“I can’t.”
She had a hold of my cock. She knew it was ready.
“Why not?”
“My wife only gave me permission to fuck Petra, no one else.”
Nancy sat up, turned to face me and asked, “Petra isn’t your wife?”
Petra answered, “No, we just met on Friday.”
Nancy looked at me, then at Petra, then back at me.
“I would have sworn you had been married for years!”
“Nope. Just met.”
“Can I watch you two?”
“No, but you can participate.” I said. “You can kiss, caress, play with and stimulate anything I’m not. Let’s give Petra a great ride. OK?”
Her answer was to mold her lips to Petra’s. I shifted until I was once again at Petra’s entrance. I grabbed another condom and slid it on. Seconds later I was thrusting into Petra.
Nancy backed away and watched for a moment. Petra looked up at me and said, “God, Nick, I love you!”
I smiled and said, “Thank you. I love you too.”
Nancy got up on her knees and kissed me. She pinched my nipples. Petra pinched hers. When our kiss ended I said, “Nancy, I love you. Thank you.”
Petra used her hands and shifted Nancy to a position above her and facing me. We kissed as my cock slid in and out of Petra and Petra’s face attended to Nancy’s pussy.
I felt the muscles of Petra’s pussy milking me and I heard their moans muffled by being pressed against either my mouth or Nancy’s pussy. I came first. I kept thrusting and I used one hand on each woman’s breasts, pinching and twisting their nipples.
We collapsed on the bed, panting and breathing hard. When Nancy calmed a little she peeled the condom off me and tied it in a knot. She licked and sucked on me until I was very clean.
As we again snuggled in the after bliss Nancy asked how we got together. Petra explained how it worked and left out the part about it being her project. I gently and slowly played with both women.
Nancy noticed the time and said she had to go. We showered together and dried each other. We helped Nancy dress and for the first time since we met saw her in clothes. She had undressed in the elevator on the way to our room and carried her folded clothes under the food tray. She gave us a piece of paper with her phone number on it. As she walked out the door she said, “Please come back, and please call me. Thank you.”
In unison we said, “Thank you.”
By five we were on the road home. Just before we left the Blue Lantern Inn I pushed the vibrating egg up inside her pussy. We stopped and had dinner at a different restaurant and Petra’s tube top seemed to have a mind of it’s own. As we walked out of the restaurant it suddenly rolled down to her waist! Her hands didn’t do it! It just rolled down, exposing her wonderful tits and the two hickeys she had asked me to give her.
She didn’t do anything to change the situation. She pushed open the door and we walked all the way to the car with her tits fully exposed. I hit the button repeatedly as we walked. At the car she backed her ass against her door and said, “Please kiss me again.”
She wasn’t wearing a skirt this time. She had wide leg shorts on. We kissed and I held the button down. I put one arm around her and one hand on a very available tit. As I felt her lose control and begin to really shake I twisted the nipple. She screamed into my mouth.
I’m glad the car was there. We might have fallen over if it hadn’t held us up. I held on as she calmed. Her breathing slowed and I asked, “Ready?”
“Are you going to eat me again?”
“I love how you taste! I want to drive the rest of the way home tasting you in my mouth.”
“Then go for it!”
I knelt and pulled the wide leg open burying my face and tongue in her juices. It was a short visit. She came in seconds! I drank it in and lapped it up until she pushed me away.
“God, Honey! I think my husband must have paid you to kill me by orgasm!”
“What a lovely way to go!”
I drove her home and dropped her there at nine on the dot. She said that if the feedback was good there would be another Valentines Day before Christmas this year. I was home by nine thirty-five and at ten minutes til ten our front door opened and my wife Maria came in.
I took her in my arms and kissed her. When I arrived home the first thing I did was brush my teeth and use mouthwash. Marie tasted like sex. She looked great and her kiss showed me that she was really happy to be back in my arms.
We found our way to our bed and we reunited for the first time. In the after bliss we talked. She had seen me leave so she knew what Petra looked like. I asked who she was with.
“A man named Jake. Ever heard of him?”
“Petra’s husband, Jake?”
“The very one. You’ll like him. He holds a lot of the same beliefs you do.”
“Such as?”
“He said Thank you about a hundred times this weekend. He meant it just like we do.”
“Did he tell you he loves you?”
“Yes. And he does and he did.”
“We better get some sleep. We both work tomorrow.”
As we drifted off to sleep Marie said, “Don’t forget we’re going to the Blue Lantern Inn next weekend. I wonder who will be there?”