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Story One – Peter and Amita.
This is the first of the six stories of partner swapping following the dominoes game. Since these stories do not actually fit in with any of our letters we have left them as separate stories in the book without letter headings but since Joseph wrote about playing the game we will consider them to be under the general heading of his letter and call them Letter 57 extras.
Hi, this is Amita.
So, finally, I get to add something into the letters book.
The game we played made for an interesting evening. When we picked out our numbers it would have been interesting to know which number I had picked but Mandara was not letting us see. So when the boys were playing their game none of us girls or the boys for that matter knew who we would get as the partner for the night, even if we could work out who was winning in the domino games.
The boys played very hard and were very competitive too. When you think about it, it probably didn’t matter because Mike said he was going to probably arrange the results afterwards anyway, but still, the boys didn’t see it that way at all, instead, they were all trying their very hardest to be the winner.
Then Mike and Mandara went to another table to find the results. I think they may have made some changes because they were away for a little while and the list of partners turned out to be too perfect to be from a chance game. They returned and were now ready to announce the results. He then arranged for us girls to be standing by Mike and Mandara. The boys were sitting at the table still with an empty seat beside them where their wives had been sitting. This seat would become for their new sex partner.
I looked around at the men. I felt a bit nervous but it was exciting too. One of those men, any one of them except my husband would be my sex partner this night. I wondered what it would be like? Would it be good for us? Then I decided that was silly thinking. Of course, it would be good. Both of us would make sure it was good.
So, finally, I get to add something into the letters book.
The game we played made for an interesting evening. When we picked out our numbers it would have been interesting to know which number I had picked but Mandara was not letting us see. So when the boys were playing their game none of us girls or the boys for that matter knew who we would get as the partner for the night, even if we could work out who was winning in the domino games.
The boys played very hard and were very competitive too. When you think about it, it probably didn’t matter because Mike said he was going to probably arrange the results afterwards anyway, but still, the boys didn’t see it that way at all, instead, they were all trying their very hardest to be the winner.
Then Mike and Mandara went to another table to find the results. I think they may have made some changes because they were away for a little while and the list of partners turned out to be too perfect to be from a chance game. They returned and were now ready to announce the results. He then arranged for us girls to be standing by Mike and Mandara. The boys were sitting at the table still with an empty seat beside them where their wives had been sitting. This seat would become for their new sex partner.
I looked around at the men. I felt a bit nervous but it was exciting too. One of those men, any one of them except my husband would be my sex partner this night. I wondered what it would be like? Would it be good for us? Then I decided that was silly thinking. Of course, it would be good. Both of us would make sure it was good.
Then Mike called, “Amita.”
That was my name! I was the first one to be called. I must have been the girl number one. We all looked at Mandara waiting to see who my partner would be. I was hoping for either Joseph or Peter. Maybe Peter is the best one I was hoping for because I would like to be trying with another European man.
Then Mandara said, “Peter.”
Yes, it was Peter! I was very pleased with that result. I walked over and sat down on the seat next to him. He took my hand for a moment and smiled at me so I knew he was happy with the result too.
I saw my husband Sarvesh looking across at me. He blew me a kiss and was smiling too so I knew he was happy for me. For a moment I wondered which girl he would get before my attention was taken as I heard Mike start talking again.
“The next girl is Sharon,” he announced.
Sharon was smiling but I bet wondering who her partner would be.
Then Mandara called, “Sarvesh.”
Sharon walked over and sat beside Sarvesh and I knew they were both happy with that result. I knew my husband was interested in Sharon. I think he was attracted by her blond hair, not to mention her physical body shape either.
This name calling continued until we all had found partners and then we were able to leave for our rooms. I went back to my room and Sarvesh followed me to pick up his overnight things. For a moment he held me.
“Have fun tonight Amita,” he said. “Peter is a good man and I know he will be a good lover too.”
“Thank you, darling,” I replied. “I think you will like Sharon too.”
“Yes,” he agreed. “I am glad she got picked with me.”
“Are you looking to play with those big breasts?” I said with a grin.
“Now, Amita. You know I am not allowed to compare.”
“But I also know you'll be excited to have something different.”
He didn't reply but he didn't need to. I knew I had guessed right.
With a quick kiss, he was gone and moments later there came a gentle knocking on the door and in came Peter.
That was my name! I was the first one to be called. I must have been the girl number one. We all looked at Mandara waiting to see who my partner would be. I was hoping for either Joseph or Peter. Maybe Peter is the best one I was hoping for because I would like to be trying with another European man.
Then Mandara said, “Peter.”
Yes, it was Peter! I was very pleased with that result. I walked over and sat down on the seat next to him. He took my hand for a moment and smiled at me so I knew he was happy with the result too.
I saw my husband Sarvesh looking across at me. He blew me a kiss and was smiling too so I knew he was happy for me. For a moment I wondered which girl he would get before my attention was taken as I heard Mike start talking again.
“The next girl is Sharon,” he announced.
Sharon was smiling but I bet wondering who her partner would be.
Then Mandara called, “Sarvesh.”
Sharon walked over and sat beside Sarvesh and I knew they were both happy with that result. I knew my husband was interested in Sharon. I think he was attracted by her blond hair, not to mention her physical body shape either.
This name calling continued until we all had found partners and then we were able to leave for our rooms. I went back to my room and Sarvesh followed me to pick up his overnight things. For a moment he held me.
“Have fun tonight Amita,” he said. “Peter is a good man and I know he will be a good lover too.”
“Thank you, darling,” I replied. “I think you will like Sharon too.”
“Yes,” he agreed. “I am glad she got picked with me.”
“Are you looking to play with those big breasts?” I said with a grin.
“Now, Amita. You know I am not allowed to compare.”
“But I also know you'll be excited to have something different.”
He didn't reply but he didn't need to. I knew I had guessed right.
With a quick kiss, he was gone and moments later there came a gentle knocking on the door and in came Peter.
Hi, Peter here:-
I went to our room with Jenny to pick up my things. I gave her a quick hug and told her to have fun tonight. She said the same for me as well.
Outside in the passageway, Mike met all five of us guys.
“Well guys,” he said. “You have all got beautiful women waiting to please you and have great passionate sex with you tonight. Have fun and enjoy your nights with them. Remember the first rule of wife swapping; - Nobody is forced to do anything they are not comfortable with. Also, remember that in the morning I will want you and your partner to write down the story of your night together to be included in the letters book.
That was a bit of a surprise for me that in the morning we had to write about what we did during the night. 'No pressure!' Ha! Ha!
But thinking about it I began to realise the full potential of this. It was a great idea. It was going to be interesting to read about what the other couples did too as well as adding some good stories to their book.
Joseph then said, “Thank you, Mike, but what about you? Maybe I could ask Jenny if she would like the threesome tonight.”
“Thanks, Joseph,” Mike replied. “You go, have fun with Jenny.”
“Yeah mate, Jenny would probably go for it,” I added. “Probably any of the women would.”
“No Peter, I’ll be OK tonight.”
We all nodded to each other and wished each other good night, then went to our new partner’s rooms.
I knocked gently on the door and then entered the room. Amita was sitting on the edge of the bed waiting for me. I had been hoping she would still be in her sari because I think girls dressed like that are so sexy. Sure enough, she was still wearing the beautiful magenta sari she had worn all evening.
As I approached the bed she stood up to meet me. Amita is tall for an Indian girl, about as tall as me. When we embraced each other we could kiss without any trouble.
“Hello, Peter,” she said. “I am glad you get to share my bed tonight.”
“Thank you, Amita, I am glad I got you as well.”
“Lizamoa told me you said I was hot the other day. I’m glad you think so.”
“Did she tell you that?” I said a bit surprised.
“Yes, she said you wanted to see me without my clothes on. Well, you have seen me with the nude so what do you think?”
“Yes, I still think you are a very beautiful woman. Hot and sexy too.”
“Well, then you better take my clothes off yourself, this time, Peter.”
She stood away from me with her arms outstretched waiting for me to undress her.
I went to our room with Jenny to pick up my things. I gave her a quick hug and told her to have fun tonight. She said the same for me as well.
Outside in the passageway, Mike met all five of us guys.
“Well guys,” he said. “You have all got beautiful women waiting to please you and have great passionate sex with you tonight. Have fun and enjoy your nights with them. Remember the first rule of wife swapping; - Nobody is forced to do anything they are not comfortable with. Also, remember that in the morning I will want you and your partner to write down the story of your night together to be included in the letters book.
That was a bit of a surprise for me that in the morning we had to write about what we did during the night. 'No pressure!' Ha! Ha!
But thinking about it I began to realise the full potential of this. It was a great idea. It was going to be interesting to read about what the other couples did too as well as adding some good stories to their book.
Joseph then said, “Thank you, Mike, but what about you? Maybe I could ask Jenny if she would like the threesome tonight.”
“Thanks, Joseph,” Mike replied. “You go, have fun with Jenny.”
“Yeah mate, Jenny would probably go for it,” I added. “Probably any of the women would.”
“No Peter, I’ll be OK tonight.”
We all nodded to each other and wished each other good night, then went to our new partner’s rooms.
I knocked gently on the door and then entered the room. Amita was sitting on the edge of the bed waiting for me. I had been hoping she would still be in her sari because I think girls dressed like that are so sexy. Sure enough, she was still wearing the beautiful magenta sari she had worn all evening.
As I approached the bed she stood up to meet me. Amita is tall for an Indian girl, about as tall as me. When we embraced each other we could kiss without any trouble.
“Hello, Peter,” she said. “I am glad you get to share my bed tonight.”
“Thank you, Amita, I am glad I got you as well.”
“Lizamoa told me you said I was hot the other day. I’m glad you think so.”
“Did she tell you that?” I said a bit surprised.
“Yes, she said you wanted to see me without my clothes on. Well, you have seen me with the nude so what do you think?”
“Yes, I still think you are a very beautiful woman. Hot and sexy too.”
“Well, then you better take my clothes off yourself, this time, Peter.”
She stood away from me with her arms outstretched waiting for me to undress her.
Amita again:-
When I invited Peter to take my sari off and undress me I stood away from him with my arms open wide from my body. The thought of him wanting me. The thoughts of him stripping away every part of my clothes off my body, the thoughts of him making love to me were now beginning to excite me. I was thinking he would be in a very urgent rush to get my clothes off but he wasn’t. He wanted to take the time and enjoy what he was doing too.
He began undressing me by taking my sari off. For a moment I thought about reading how Steve had made a mess of taking a sari off Lizamoa. But for another European man, I noticed that Peter seemed to know exactly what he was doing.
“I see you know how to take a sari off a girl Peter,” I said.
He remembered what happened with Steve and he said, “Yes, Lizamoa gave us a lesson when she was in New Zealand. My mate Steve made a big mess of that the first time. And in front of a lot of people too. But I think I’ve got it worked out.”
We both laughed and I said, “You’re doing fine so far.”
“Thank you,” he laughed. “I hope I do it right. If I don’t then we won’t write about it will we?”
“Write about it?”
“Yes, Mike just told us we all have to write about our night and put it in the Letters book.”
That was a surprise for me. I wasn’t expecting that but I was pleased because I knew there were going to be some good stories.
By now he was undoing the clips of my sari blouse and soon it was open baring my bra-covered breasts. He reached straight for them, feeling them through the material of my bra. It felt so good, making my nipples even harder, making me realise how hot I was for him.
His hands moved to my waist as he pulled me towards him. As he held me I reached up and undid the buttons of his shirt until I could open it and slide it off his shoulders. My hands were running over his body. I could feel the muscles of his arms and chest. He felt different to my husband who didn’t do physical work or work out at a gym. They felt firm and tight.
When I was talking with Lizamoa the other day and she said Peter had the hots for me, she had also told how Peter worked out with Steve at a fitness gym. I had seen Steve when he took his clothes off. I remember watching the other day when he was ‘punishing’ Lizamoa and was loving her from behind. I was watching the muscles rippling in his body as he moved. But Peter was different. He did not have largely developed muscles like Steve but his body was still strong and trim. But I am getting sidetracked here, aren’t I? I better stop looking at boy's bodies and be back to the story again.
I pulled Peter against me and pressed my breasts tightly against his chest and I was so I could feel his body against mine. It felt good to feel him against me. It felt good to put my arms around him and hold him tightly.
Then I felt his hand behind my back reaching for the clip of my bra. He had it undone, as I felt the bra go loose. He pulled away from me sliding the bra off my shoulders as he did and I stood there, my breasts openly bared for him. He bent down towards them, taking a breast in his hand before he bent further and his lips met my nipple.
I shut my eyes, the shock of him touching me like that felt so good. The touch of his tongue on my nipple was like the electricity which raced throughout my body. It was so strong I could not stop a moan escape my lips.
When I invited Peter to take my sari off and undress me I stood away from him with my arms open wide from my body. The thought of him wanting me. The thoughts of him stripping away every part of my clothes off my body, the thoughts of him making love to me were now beginning to excite me. I was thinking he would be in a very urgent rush to get my clothes off but he wasn’t. He wanted to take the time and enjoy what he was doing too.
He began undressing me by taking my sari off. For a moment I thought about reading how Steve had made a mess of taking a sari off Lizamoa. But for another European man, I noticed that Peter seemed to know exactly what he was doing.
“I see you know how to take a sari off a girl Peter,” I said.
He remembered what happened with Steve and he said, “Yes, Lizamoa gave us a lesson when she was in New Zealand. My mate Steve made a big mess of that the first time. And in front of a lot of people too. But I think I’ve got it worked out.”
We both laughed and I said, “You’re doing fine so far.”
“Thank you,” he laughed. “I hope I do it right. If I don’t then we won’t write about it will we?”
“Write about it?”
“Yes, Mike just told us we all have to write about our night and put it in the Letters book.”
That was a surprise for me. I wasn’t expecting that but I was pleased because I knew there were going to be some good stories.
By now he was undoing the clips of my sari blouse and soon it was open baring my bra-covered breasts. He reached straight for them, feeling them through the material of my bra. It felt so good, making my nipples even harder, making me realise how hot I was for him.
His hands moved to my waist as he pulled me towards him. As he held me I reached up and undid the buttons of his shirt until I could open it and slide it off his shoulders. My hands were running over his body. I could feel the muscles of his arms and chest. He felt different to my husband who didn’t do physical work or work out at a gym. They felt firm and tight.
When I was talking with Lizamoa the other day and she said Peter had the hots for me, she had also told how Peter worked out with Steve at a fitness gym. I had seen Steve when he took his clothes off. I remember watching the other day when he was ‘punishing’ Lizamoa and was loving her from behind. I was watching the muscles rippling in his body as he moved. But Peter was different. He did not have largely developed muscles like Steve but his body was still strong and trim. But I am getting sidetracked here, aren’t I? I better stop looking at boy's bodies and be back to the story again.
I pulled Peter against me and pressed my breasts tightly against his chest and I was so I could feel his body against mine. It felt good to feel him against me. It felt good to put my arms around him and hold him tightly.
Then I felt his hand behind my back reaching for the clip of my bra. He had it undone, as I felt the bra go loose. He pulled away from me sliding the bra off my shoulders as he did and I stood there, my breasts openly bared for him. He bent down towards them, taking a breast in his hand before he bent further and his lips met my nipple.
I shut my eyes, the shock of him touching me like that felt so good. The touch of his tongue on my nipple was like the electricity which raced throughout my body. It was so strong I could not stop a moan escape my lips.
Peter continues:-
I soon had Amita's sari, then her sari blouse off. Next off came her bra to reveal those beautiful breasts. I'm fascinated by Indian girls, seeing them naked, seeing the various colours of their skin. From the dark brown of her arms, Amita's skin went to a honey colour on her breasts. Lovely breasts, crowned with those large black nipples just asking to be sucked.
As I took Amita’s nipple into my mouth she gave a soft moan. Her eyes were closed as she held the back of my head, pulling me against her breast. I flicked at her nipple with the tip of my tongue before taking it completely into my mouth, sucking deeply. This made her gasp with the pleasure. Soon she was moaning and crying out with joy.
Suddenly she pushed me away from herself and then reaching down she was tugging at the belt of my pants, trying to get them off. There was a sudden urgency in her. With aggressiveness, almost desperation she was attacking my clothes. Once she had my pants undone she pushed me backwards with such force it caught me by surprise so I fell back onto the bed behind me.
Then she came after me. Grabbing at my pants, pulling them down and off before she tossed them over her shoulder. Now she went for my undies which soon had joined my other clothes on the floor.
Without waiting to remove the rest of her own clothes she flung herself at me, falling on top of me. She pressed her lips against mine roughly kissing me before her head lowered down beside mine. Suddenly she bites me on the neck. I was sure there would be a mark there in the morning.
“Hey watch it!” I said.
She realised what she had done. “Sorry, Peter. Did I hurt you?”
That was a dumb question! I think the answer was pretty damn obvious. But by now this sudden passion in her was kind of turning me on too.
“No I’m fine,” I said. "Probably dying from loss of blood but fine."
She stopped for a moment and looked at me before catching my grin and realising I was joking.
Now her tongue had moved down across my chest. She stops briefly to visit each of my nipples before she continues her journey lower down my body. Soon her face is buried in the hair above my cock. I can feel her mouth and lips, I can feel her tongue.
I thought, ‘Shit! I hope she doesn’t bite me there,’ which made me laugh.
She heard it and looked up at me again, “What Peter?”
“Nothing,” I replied. “Carry on, you’re doing fine.”
"No what, Peter?"
So I told her what I had just thought.
She laughed and said "No! No! You are safe Peter. I have other plans for your cock." Then she added with a laugh. "Maybe if you don't do a good job I might bite it later."
"So I better do a good job then?"
"I think you better."
Oh, so as well as being hot and sexy, this woman had a sense of humour too.
Now she had moved lower, taking my shaft with one hand, her lips moved to my balls. I feel her tongue as she takes one into her mouth, sucking deeply as she does. Now still holding the head of my erection, I feel the tip of her tongue slide along my shaft. After doing this a few times she comes to the head again. First licking around it, before taking it completely into her mouth. It felt so good as she gently began sucking me. She began gently at first, then stronger as she felt my passion building.
Realising I was getting there she pulled away from me and rolled onto her back. I could see her fumbling with her under-skirt trying to undo the string. For a moment I saw how urgent she was to get the rest of her clothes off but then her frustration when her fingers failed and she made a knot. I have to admit it was a bit amusing. I pushed her fingers out of the way and undid her skirt myself, pulling it and taking her panties with it in one movement.
There before me was her naked pussy boldly displayed between her wide-open thighs. I could see she was ready for me. She was wet and waiting for me, eager for me to enter her.
Aggressively she pulled at me so I fell on top of her. For a moment I thought I might have hurt her but soon I felt her hand guiding me to herself. She was so wet I just slipped straight into her, going in deep.
Immediately she began humping at me and it took us a few moments before we got ourselves sorted, synchronised our movements and settled down to a regular rhythm.
I soon had Amita's sari, then her sari blouse off. Next off came her bra to reveal those beautiful breasts. I'm fascinated by Indian girls, seeing them naked, seeing the various colours of their skin. From the dark brown of her arms, Amita's skin went to a honey colour on her breasts. Lovely breasts, crowned with those large black nipples just asking to be sucked.
As I took Amita’s nipple into my mouth she gave a soft moan. Her eyes were closed as she held the back of my head, pulling me against her breast. I flicked at her nipple with the tip of my tongue before taking it completely into my mouth, sucking deeply. This made her gasp with the pleasure. Soon she was moaning and crying out with joy.
Suddenly she pushed me away from herself and then reaching down she was tugging at the belt of my pants, trying to get them off. There was a sudden urgency in her. With aggressiveness, almost desperation she was attacking my clothes. Once she had my pants undone she pushed me backwards with such force it caught me by surprise so I fell back onto the bed behind me.
Then she came after me. Grabbing at my pants, pulling them down and off before she tossed them over her shoulder. Now she went for my undies which soon had joined my other clothes on the floor.
Without waiting to remove the rest of her own clothes she flung herself at me, falling on top of me. She pressed her lips against mine roughly kissing me before her head lowered down beside mine. Suddenly she bites me on the neck. I was sure there would be a mark there in the morning.
“Hey watch it!” I said.
She realised what she had done. “Sorry, Peter. Did I hurt you?”
That was a dumb question! I think the answer was pretty damn obvious. But by now this sudden passion in her was kind of turning me on too.
“No I’m fine,” I said. "Probably dying from loss of blood but fine."
She stopped for a moment and looked at me before catching my grin and realising I was joking.
Now her tongue had moved down across my chest. She stops briefly to visit each of my nipples before she continues her journey lower down my body. Soon her face is buried in the hair above my cock. I can feel her mouth and lips, I can feel her tongue.
I thought, ‘Shit! I hope she doesn’t bite me there,’ which made me laugh.
She heard it and looked up at me again, “What Peter?”
“Nothing,” I replied. “Carry on, you’re doing fine.”
"No what, Peter?"
So I told her what I had just thought.
She laughed and said "No! No! You are safe Peter. I have other plans for your cock." Then she added with a laugh. "Maybe if you don't do a good job I might bite it later."
"So I better do a good job then?"
"I think you better."
Oh, so as well as being hot and sexy, this woman had a sense of humour too.
Now she had moved lower, taking my shaft with one hand, her lips moved to my balls. I feel her tongue as she takes one into her mouth, sucking deeply as she does. Now still holding the head of my erection, I feel the tip of her tongue slide along my shaft. After doing this a few times she comes to the head again. First licking around it, before taking it completely into her mouth. It felt so good as she gently began sucking me. She began gently at first, then stronger as she felt my passion building.
Realising I was getting there she pulled away from me and rolled onto her back. I could see her fumbling with her under-skirt trying to undo the string. For a moment I saw how urgent she was to get the rest of her clothes off but then her frustration when her fingers failed and she made a knot. I have to admit it was a bit amusing. I pushed her fingers out of the way and undid her skirt myself, pulling it and taking her panties with it in one movement.
There before me was her naked pussy boldly displayed between her wide-open thighs. I could see she was ready for me. She was wet and waiting for me, eager for me to enter her.
Aggressively she pulled at me so I fell on top of her. For a moment I thought I might have hurt her but soon I felt her hand guiding me to herself. She was so wet I just slipped straight into her, going in deep.
Immediately she began humping at me and it took us a few moments before we got ourselves sorted, synchronised our movements and settled down to a regular rhythm.
Amita - Our Conclusion:-
I had struggled to get the rest of my clothes off until Peter took over and did it for me. I was just so hot for him by then. I was so desperate to have him inside me. I couldn’t wait for him to make love to me.
We ended up on the bed with him on top of me and soon I felt him enter me, plunging deeply inside me. For a second I was amazed at how I could take him so easily like that until I realised how wet I had become. But then other feelings took over my mind. He felt so good inside me as he began with the slowly powerful thrusts. I was humping back at him which I think wasn’t helping much, in fact maybe making things worse but soon we got it evened out and we began working together.
With strong thrusts, he began to build up in energy and speed as I became more and more excited. Soon it had become too much and with a surprising speed, my orgasm overtook me. With a cry, I came while on top of me Peter continued with strong, powerful strokes making my orgasm go on and on.
When finally I recovered, he rolled off me pulling me over on top of him. I realised he wanted me on top. I sat upright with one thigh on each side of him. As I lowered my body down he drove deeply inside me again. I looked down at myself amazed at how much of him, almost his whole length, was inside me.
With a rolling of my hips, I began to slide his cock in and out of my wet pussy. It felt good and by the look on his face, I knew it felt good for him too. As I worked my hips he reached up with both hands to grasp my breasts which were giggling away in front of me. Touching them, holding them, his fingers played with my nipples making me ever more excited.
Now those feelings had begun building again. With him rubbing against my clitty like that I now knew my next orgasm was on the way. As my body responded my speed increased. Now he was humping up at me too. Then it happened, and my second orgasm hit me. I lost control and fell forward onto him. His hands were now on my hips holding me against him as with a few powerful, strong thrusts he sent himself over the top too.
Later we did it again but this time we began with him on top which made me cum twice but Peter held himself back again this time not cumming at all. Once I was finished he rolled me over on my side and entered me from behind, he said this was a comfortable way for him because although it was very intense for him he also had a lot of control. He was also able to reach over me to my breasts and pussy too.
While he was thrusting into my wet pussy he was able to reach over me and touch my pussy from the front too. As he got towards his climax he began to work on my little clitty. It didn’t take much of this before he sent me into another intense climax.
Moments later I heard Peter gasp as he exploded into me. He was jerking with his whole body. I felt his body, working against mine as he emptied his man juice deep inside my body.
That was how we ended the evening as I curled up beside him, with my back against him, and soon fell into a contented sleep.
I had struggled to get the rest of my clothes off until Peter took over and did it for me. I was just so hot for him by then. I was so desperate to have him inside me. I couldn’t wait for him to make love to me.
We ended up on the bed with him on top of me and soon I felt him enter me, plunging deeply inside me. For a second I was amazed at how I could take him so easily like that until I realised how wet I had become. But then other feelings took over my mind. He felt so good inside me as he began with the slowly powerful thrusts. I was humping back at him which I think wasn’t helping much, in fact maybe making things worse but soon we got it evened out and we began working together.
With strong thrusts, he began to build up in energy and speed as I became more and more excited. Soon it had become too much and with a surprising speed, my orgasm overtook me. With a cry, I came while on top of me Peter continued with strong, powerful strokes making my orgasm go on and on.
When finally I recovered, he rolled off me pulling me over on top of him. I realised he wanted me on top. I sat upright with one thigh on each side of him. As I lowered my body down he drove deeply inside me again. I looked down at myself amazed at how much of him, almost his whole length, was inside me.
With a rolling of my hips, I began to slide his cock in and out of my wet pussy. It felt good and by the look on his face, I knew it felt good for him too. As I worked my hips he reached up with both hands to grasp my breasts which were giggling away in front of me. Touching them, holding them, his fingers played with my nipples making me ever more excited.
Now those feelings had begun building again. With him rubbing against my clitty like that I now knew my next orgasm was on the way. As my body responded my speed increased. Now he was humping up at me too. Then it happened, and my second orgasm hit me. I lost control and fell forward onto him. His hands were now on my hips holding me against him as with a few powerful, strong thrusts he sent himself over the top too.
Later we did it again but this time we began with him on top which made me cum twice but Peter held himself back again this time not cumming at all. Once I was finished he rolled me over on my side and entered me from behind, he said this was a comfortable way for him because although it was very intense for him he also had a lot of control. He was also able to reach over me to my breasts and pussy too.
While he was thrusting into my wet pussy he was able to reach over me and touch my pussy from the front too. As he got towards his climax he began to work on my little clitty. It didn’t take much of this before he sent me into another intense climax.
Moments later I heard Peter gasp as he exploded into me. He was jerking with his whole body. I felt his body, working against mine as he emptied his man juice deep inside my body.
That was how we ended the evening as I curled up beside him, with my back against him, and soon fell into a contented sleep.
The next morning, I awoke to find I still had my back against him. He had one hand over me and was playing with the erect nipple of my breast.
“Good morning sleepy head,” he whispered in my ear.
“Good morning Peter,” I replied. The good morning seemed to be too formal for somebody who only hours ago had made mad passionate love to me but I did not know what else to say.
“You have fun last night?” he asked.
“Yes, I did Peter. You are a very good man in the bedroom.”
“Thanks,” he said. “I have no complaints with you either.”
I rolled over to face him. I was not sure if we were going to do more in the morning. I wanted to but I did not know with Peter. Well, there was one way to find out, start something.
With a push, I rolled him onto his back taking the sheet off him at the same time. I then sat with one leg on each side of his legs so I could reach down to him with both hands. As he lay there, leaning forward I ran my hands across his chest, finding his nipples, making them into hard little buds.
Now my hand began to stray lower down until I reached the hair above his man-organ. I noticed he was now taking an interest in things as his erection was beginning too.
“Good morning sleepy head,” he whispered in my ear.
“Good morning Peter,” I replied. The good morning seemed to be too formal for somebody who only hours ago had made mad passionate love to me but I did not know what else to say.
“You have fun last night?” he asked.
“Yes, I did Peter. You are a very good man in the bedroom.”
“Thanks,” he said. “I have no complaints with you either.”
I rolled over to face him. I was not sure if we were going to do more in the morning. I wanted to but I did not know with Peter. Well, there was one way to find out, start something.
With a push, I rolled him onto his back taking the sheet off him at the same time. I then sat with one leg on each side of his legs so I could reach down to him with both hands. As he lay there, leaning forward I ran my hands across his chest, finding his nipples, making them into hard little buds.
Now my hand began to stray lower down until I reached the hair above his man-organ. I noticed he was now taking an interest in things as his erection was beginning too.
Peter:-
Of course, I was taking an interest. What else do you think I’d be doing with a beautiful woman like Amita, naked in bed with me, sitting on top of me like she was doing then.
Sitting over me she took my cock with one hand while her other cupped my balls. By now I had a full-blown erection as she worked up and down my shaft. I reached down to feel her pussy and she was just so wet it surprised me.
“I see you’re ready for me too,” I said.
“I am very ready Peter,” she replied, her voice husky and full of lust.
“Well, what are we waiting for then?”
Her response to this was to move up closer so her pussy was now directly over my cock. Grasping it with both hands she guided me to towards her love-nest. I watched the expression on her face, the look of concentration as she did so then bursting into a smile as I entered her.
Then I felt the warmth of her engulf me as she lowered her body on top of me again. How she was pumping with her hips. I tried to help by humping back at her but she stopped me.
“No Peter,” she said as she leant forward to place a hand against my chest. “Leave this to me. I want you to just lay back and enjoy.”
So reaching up to play with her nipples I lay still and allowed her to continue working me towards my climax. With expert ease she continued, reading my body and increasing the pace as my excitement increased.
Soon she had built me to the point of no return. I could feel the muscles of her vagina gripping me tightly still pumping me until I could stand it no longer.
With massive jerks, I shot my load up into her. She smiled down at me, obviously pleased with what she had done.
As I recovered I asked, “What about you Amita?”
“Oh, I am happy just to make you enjoy. Last night I had more orgasms than you did and I am happy with that. This morning I just want to do something special for you, Peter.”
“Well,” I said looking at the clock. “Looks like we just have enough time for a quick shower before I have to go. Are you going to join me?”
“Of course Peter, I would love to join you.”
Taking her hand I led her into the bathroom. Once I had the water set I stepped into the shower pulling her in with me. But it was more rushed than I would have liked because we were running out of time but I still enjoyed being with her.
After showering together I got dressed and giving Amita I quick kiss on the cheek I left her to return to my own room.
Of course, I was taking an interest. What else do you think I’d be doing with a beautiful woman like Amita, naked in bed with me, sitting on top of me like she was doing then.
Sitting over me she took my cock with one hand while her other cupped my balls. By now I had a full-blown erection as she worked up and down my shaft. I reached down to feel her pussy and she was just so wet it surprised me.
“I see you’re ready for me too,” I said.
“I am very ready Peter,” she replied, her voice husky and full of lust.
“Well, what are we waiting for then?”
Her response to this was to move up closer so her pussy was now directly over my cock. Grasping it with both hands she guided me to towards her love-nest. I watched the expression on her face, the look of concentration as she did so then bursting into a smile as I entered her.
Then I felt the warmth of her engulf me as she lowered her body on top of me again. How she was pumping with her hips. I tried to help by humping back at her but she stopped me.
“No Peter,” she said as she leant forward to place a hand against my chest. “Leave this to me. I want you to just lay back and enjoy.”
So reaching up to play with her nipples I lay still and allowed her to continue working me towards my climax. With expert ease she continued, reading my body and increasing the pace as my excitement increased.
Soon she had built me to the point of no return. I could feel the muscles of her vagina gripping me tightly still pumping me until I could stand it no longer.
With massive jerks, I shot my load up into her. She smiled down at me, obviously pleased with what she had done.
As I recovered I asked, “What about you Amita?”
“Oh, I am happy just to make you enjoy. Last night I had more orgasms than you did and I am happy with that. This morning I just want to do something special for you, Peter.”
“Well,” I said looking at the clock. “Looks like we just have enough time for a quick shower before I have to go. Are you going to join me?”
“Of course Peter, I would love to join you.”
Taking her hand I led her into the bathroom. Once I had the water set I stepped into the shower pulling her in with me. But it was more rushed than I would have liked because we were running out of time but I still enjoyed being with her.
After showering together I got dressed and giving Amita I quick kiss on the cheek I left her to return to my own room.
Anita:-
After breakfast, we sat around the pool writing our stories. Since there was only limited time we mainly laid out a draft of what we wanted to say. Then we filled in detailed notes for each section so we could come back later a develop those notes into the story you are reading here.
We quickly decided this would be a joint venture so we divided the story up with us each taking parts to write. While the completed story is laid out in this way it must not be considered that only one of us wrote each book. We helped each other and suggested ideas until it became a bit confusing to remember which parts we each wrote.
As I said above, a joint venture.
After breakfast, we sat around the pool writing our stories. Since there was only limited time we mainly laid out a draft of what we wanted to say. Then we filled in detailed notes for each section so we could come back later a develop those notes into the story you are reading here.
We quickly decided this would be a joint venture so we divided the story up with us each taking parts to write. While the completed story is laid out in this way it must not be considered that only one of us wrote each book. We helped each other and suggested ideas until it became a bit confusing to remember which parts we each wrote.
As I said above, a joint venture.
Hi Anne
ReplyDeleteA good story. We liked the way you shared the writing between two different people. Nice one. Are the other stories going to be like this too?
We liked the humour too.
Paul & Kirsten
Hi Paul & Kirsten
DeleteThanks, I'm glad you liked it. Yes most of the other stories in this series will be like this one with both adding their side of the story.
Anne.
Hi Anne & the other writers.
DeleteYes we liked this story too. I laughed at Amita surprised that Peter could take her clothes off then messing up doing it herself. So funny.
The sex scenes were nicely done too but we would like a bit more detail included. That part where she bites him is a surprise but then funny when he is thinking she maybe biting his cock.
I was thinking it was funny but my husband was not thinking the same. Have you noticed when the cock is concerned the men have no sense of humour?
Yes a good story and I am looking for the next ones.
Reshma
Thanks Reshma
DeleteWe have not seen you here for a few weeks.
Yes we are pleased with the way this story worked out. I like your point about male sense of humour regarding their cocks. Ha Ha
Anne.
Ok! Ok! you girls. Enough of that!
DeleteYes us guys are sensitive about our cocks. You girls should respect that, not make fun of it.
Anyway if you girls go around biting every cock off you come across it'd would soon be a very boring world for you too. Maybe 'lack of boring world' might be better here if you get my meaning.
We're loving these stories.
Fred and Ginger.
Hi Fred and Ginger
Delete(or should I say just Fred)
So we have found another sensitive male. LOL
Don't be scared. I promise I won't bite. I had a good breakfast this morning.
LOL
Anne.
Hi Anne
ReplyDeleteYes, this is an interesting story. Well written and sexy too. That Amita can be aggressive too can't she. If the other five stories are as good as this they will make a big addition to the series.
John
Thanks John,
DeleteI see you are referring to the part when she bites him on the neck. I can't claim credit for that idea, Susan came up with that one. Its adds a bit of humour especially later she is sucking his cock and he thinks 'Shit! I hope she doesn’t bite me there.’ The girls here all had a big laugh when they read that.
Yes, like I said in my background, I am happy with this story, it works well for me.
Anne