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“How do we do this? She asked.”

“As if nothing much was going on. First we go for diner. Real diner, outside anyone’s room. Don’t worry about a thing, you will make your decision and I will let him know without a fret. We agreed on some signs and he will get my meaning without a word.”

“I can do this.”

She dressed carefully with her best underwear and found herself beautiful in the mirror. She looked when she was just wearing the laces and thought: “oh Wow! I am gorgeous… funny I haven’t felt this way for so long that I totally forgot I had it in me…”

So at diner she was feeling relaxed, was enjoying herself immensely as both men were going out of their ways to make her laugh, feel sexy and get very aroused with their histories.

They were telling funny sexual stories, sharing secrets and even embarrassments, and kind of competing friendly.

About the decision it was quickly made. With one kiss on the cheek she was able to smell him, the friend, one look she saw all she needed and liked, with one phrase he showed he was a smart person. All her criteria were met in 3 minutes and her decision was passed on much later with one word whispered in her lover’s ear: “yes”. She couldn’t get what was the sign but as soon as she told her lover he had to re-arrange himself on the seat as if suddenly uncomfortable; then not long after the friend showed the same signs. Knowing her lover as well as she did she realised she could smell his excitement, his sexy smell got her more excited and soon it was her turn to wriggle on the chair. When she started smelling her own pussy was when she gave up and decided it was time. Enough small talk and enough civility, she was ready for it.

Somehow the Universe got it, in 10 minutes they were in front of their bungalow again, the good thing was that the three were laughing so hard they were crying and nothing was weird about entering the room.

She hugged her lover while laughing and didn’t know how or when the laughing fit gave way and the kisses grew. She gave herself into it, barely noting that there was suddenly music.

The kisses deepened she was undressed smoothly. She realised the friend was watching comfortably seated on a couch, his hand was striking himself over his trousers. She looked at him, still kissing her lover and gave him a cheeky smile with the corner of her mouth and her full eyes. Her lover opened his eyes and smiled when he saw her looking at his friend. He didn’t drop the kiss though. If anything he started devouring her and finished undressing her.  Then he got her in his arms to deposit her stark naked on the friend’s lap.

“Take care of her. You are good at this. My time to watch.””

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She didn’t sleep well at all, but it was still the best night of her life. It was the first time they could spend a full night together and she couldn’t go deep enough into the sleep just because she wanted to feel his touch against her skin. He was all wrapped up on her. That was one of the things with him that made her fall for him, and give in to the temptation of having an affair and keeping it going.

When she first slept with him all she convinced herself to do was to have one night. Lies, lies, she was definitely lying to herself but after the first night she realised how big the lie was.

His attitude “can’t keep my hands off of you” won her more than anything else.

So now there she was,  dozing on and off the whole night, waking up in the darkest hour for another love making, and in the wee hours of the morning, another sexual adventure… She loved having sex on Saturday mornings… and it was amazing how she found this guy that had both the energy and appetite to match hers.

That was the good thing of great vacations. You can jump up and down the whole night and sleep during the day. In the morning, she opened all the windows and let the sun into the hut, went for a swim, had a bath and then had one of the best naps of her life, he finally gave her a bit of space in the bed, made a bit of a massage all over her body and went for a nap in the sun.

She slept right in the middle of the bed knowing he was around and just waiting for the next chance.

When they were having lunch, feeling like royalty, he said something.

“You WHAT??? She asked with the face of someone that just saw a cow fly by the window.”

“I asked him to come to have you for dinner. Shared with me of course.”

“Him” was his best friend, a friend she never met in person. She had spoken to him on the phone and found him to have a sexy voice. She had seen pictures and he did make fun of her saying the most improper things, saying he wanted to lick her all over, to bite her nipples and other very improper things to say to your best friend’s lover. Married on top of all that! But the lover didn’t mind, he had fun and laughed each time she blushed. Until she got into the game, then all three of them started to get the idea to their hearts. But still she must have imagined things… he was kidding, he invited his friend to have dinner with them, not to have her for dinner…

“We are both having you tonight.”

“Are you trying to say that he is going to arrive here expecting to fuck me at the same time as you, not knowing me but knowing that I know…?”

“Man! This is weird! What if I don’t like him, what if I don’t like his smell or his smile?”

“Then he leaves, I got him a room at the hotel.”

“Oh!”

And there he was again getting from her, her darkest sexual fantasies. Yes, it wasn’t that far off, the basic fantasy for a guy is to sleep with two girls at the same time, for the girls is to sleep with two guys. But she never thought that would actually happen, especially with two very hot, very fit and very energetic guys.

Her lover already confessed that although they didn’t have the same girl at the same time, him and his friend did do swings and watched each other having sex and even had the same girl one after the other. But they didn’t have the same woman yet.

They recon they wouldn’t have a problem as they were long time friends, from childhood that were like brothers and really comfortable with the presence of one another. On top of that they both were from cultures that didn’t understand very much about personal space and not touching. They hugged and kissed (on the cheek) one another all the time. She was betting a touch of bodies wouldn’t scare them. Not at all.

He said they were waiting for the right girl. And that it was her. He knew it. Her imagination went wild. More than usual…

 

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It really was paradise. A hut over the water with a whole on the floor for you to dive straight into the warm tropical water, the crystal clear blue sea.

At first it was hard to get into it though, after a few hours of arousal and provocations he was kissing her senseless on the door, at the wall and the door again.

With one hand each they were trying to open the apartment but were experiencing a few coordination problems.

Eventually the door opened by thinking power or their hands were able to produce the right movements by sheer luck to make it open.

Finally they were able to finish what they had started so many hours before. This time he didn’t wait for her to close the door and was already thrusting into her. Carrying her while closing the door, removing his shirt, the rest of his trousers, briefs, her dress, and shoes, the socks were quite challenging !

The only thing he didn’t strip was his tie. She was stimulated by her own smell on the tie while he was having her.

Pulling her head back by the hair, kissing, licking and biting her neck. Carrying her all over the place, he seemed intent to know every single detail of it, walls, floor, the cold floor, the rug, comfy rug, the kitchen bench, perfect high, she felt very improper indeed lying with her bottom up on the kitchen counter, totally naked, spread eagled, waiting for him to do whatever he wanted. He knew she liked him anywhere and could feel a heat right in her core feeling her tong preparing her without really knowing where he was going next.

He got it all, penetrating her both ways, so deep because of the position but all she wanted was for him to keep it up forever.

A part of her mind was trying to understand how such an animal, savage, even a bit painful event could feel so good. Her civilised, prude, married and lady self was totally abashed. But the whore within was having a ball.

She could feel him stopping now and then, she knew he was prolonging the moment, avoiding the orgasm.

When he decided to carry her to the bed it was by trusting deep, holding her legs from under the knees, her back to his front still. She was squatted in the air.

She couldn’t believe the positions this guy was able to discover in her. So much for her precious previous belief that there were only 5 or 6 poses that were actually doable. She used to think that Kama Sutra was a mostly theoretical thing, now she was adding a few pages to the book.

It happened at every encounter with her lover. She kept thinking: “Oh My! How is he doing that?  If I saw a picture I wouldn’t believe the guy was actually inside the woman but well, being the picture was undeniable: he was pretty much inside of me, even if I’m lying on the floor, front down, legs closed, and he is massaging my back!”

Still having flashbacks from other encounters she was carried to bed feeling a bit like a chicken ready to be roasted, she even had the shaft up on her ass – she had to chuckle a bit to that, but then he was used with her laughing all kinds of laughs during love making –  but his walking and carrying her almost made her come.

It didn’t take long after they reached the bed for her to climax, but only on her third orgasm he finally came himself.

Then another dream came true: all windows opened, she could see the ocean all around her, he lying in the bed on his tummy and she on top of him, felling his sweat mixing up with hers. Such an intimate moment, it gave her an emotional ecstasy…

And the days there were just starting…

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And she did it. She used her full dancer’s abilities to do it. Slowly, shedding the dress and the underwear for him to see it all.

His breathing changed. It always amazed her the way his eyes changed the moment he got horny. Yes she had seen it in other man but not like that. Guys have no idea how much those eyes reveal… she wondered if her face gave her away like that.

He moved then. Got up.

“Where is the gift?”

She took the box and opened it.

“Choose two of them please, which one do you like best with this shirt?” He asked showing the shirt to her.

She chose two and from them chose the best with the shirt. Although she was dying to understand what was that all about she didn’t utter a word. Just doing what he asked.

He took the two ties and said thanks, put them on the bed then he moved to her and started the kissing, the biting and the licking.

Licking he brought her to the bed and did a thorough job.

It seemed he wanted to cover every inch of her skin, with his touchers, and kisses and tongue.

She lost complete control of herself, she forgot where she was, who she was, even what she was, all she wanted was him to launch into his best moves. But he didn’t, he didn’t even penetrate her with his fingers, the most he used was his tongue.

She was panting in sweet despair when he reached for the ties on the bed. He used one on her waist tying it with a clean knot, firm but not tight. Then he took the other one, the one she chose to go with his shirt, and passed it between her legs tying one end of it to the tie on her waist and the other end on her back. It was like a sumo wrestler bottom.

“Now we dance” he said.

“Dance? Are you kidding me?” She thought feeling very strange.

But dance they did. Moving with the ties on her was strange, exciting, she could feel it going almost inside her like a g-string, especially when he dipped or bended her.

He was a wicked and skilled dancer. He used all the movements to run his hands over her, biting her neck, kissing her hands, touching her breasts, doing everything guys learn how not to do when they are learning to dance. The same things they sure imagine when they are dancing but cannot act on it on the dance floor.

He would rub her against his pants so she could feel him.

She felt she was leaking on the tie, she was wet, very wet. The tie was uncomfortable almost painful… but good. In ways she couldn’t explain or even admit to herself.

He was the one man that saw right through her proper exterior. He found the depraved woman that made residence deep inside of her.

The one that liked ties and just the right light amount of roughness. She discovered through him that she liked gentle swearing, that she liked sex in ways proper ladies should not like. But what was it the guys liked: a lady in the table a whore in the bed.

Yes, that was exactly what was happening to her, she was discovering the whore all right. And every time she looked at his eyes her wildest nature came to play.

They danced and danced and the whole room was smelling arousal. She didn’t know where the time flew to but soon was time to get ready for the next flight. He took the ties from her and they took a bath. A full hands -on bath but with no relieve for any of them, he had a full intent of driving her mad, that could only be it. When she was getting dressed she couldn’t find her underwear and saw in his cheeky smile he knew where it was.

He just showed it was in his pockets.

“You are going naked under the dress and I … I am using that tie you chose for me”.

She was a very undies woman. In all her life she never walked around a public place without underwear. Never, ever. True she slept with just a light night dress and no underwear, but that was at her house, alone. Not in an airplane.

And what about the tie??? The tie was smelling like pussy and she could feel it from far!!! How could he survive that?

“This is going to be the longest trip of my life, your smell is going to maintain my cock hard all the way there”

And it was. The hardest trip of his life, the strangest flight of hers.

She never felt that self conscious, she felt like it was written in her forehead: I’m not wearing any underwear!

She was neurotic with any air flow, thinking that any windy movement was going to expose her to everyone and really expose her as she used Brazilian waxing.

 

This is where I woke up…

 

Then I started day dreaming and the ideas were not less naughty than before…

 

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Aphrodite Fatoz is my name, the identity I’m using to publish in my blog: That is where you will read erotic tales and a series of sexy ideas that pour out of my mind. My style may be a bit flourished here but the ideas are going to be interesting for both guys and ladies, I’m sure. These are stylish, frank, interesting short stories and random thoughts. Hope you have fun with them.

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