The Jet Set

[ozme52]

This is currently a closed thread for Arioso and Oz.

The stories herein and elsewhere will be episodic, that is, assuming we like the characters as they develop.

We start with two characters.

Jacqueline Chamberlain-Blaylock

Randall Harrison Blaylock III

 

[ozme52]

Rand Blaylock


I slowly came awake from my cat nap. The underlying hum of the fanjets combined with the noise of someone behind us lightly snoring and the stewardess as she bustled about the first class cabin kitchenette began to fill my ears.

I looked down toward my lap, only half surprised to see that my wife Jacki had her hand under the coverlet and was stroking me. She had even managed to unzip my slacks so I was getting the full effect of delicate hand directly on my cock.

Jacki's attention of course was on the stewardess in the kitchenette. She had to have noticed, Jacki was not trying to be subtle, but was she watching.

That was Jacki's "thing." Well, that was one of Jacki's things. She liked to be watched. In fact that was how we met a few years back. It was some dance club in Rome, The Octavian I think, and Jacki was dancing on the bar.

Her flaming red hair was the first thing that had caught my eye but certainly not the last. Up on the bar she looked real tall, long legs, slender and almost willowy, Jacki was slowly stripping to the music. She was down to bra and panties, the kind that look like ultra short shorts, and real high heels, when one of the bartenders grabbed her by the hips and set her down behind the bar before she got much farther, I just assumed she worked there and was up on the bar to get the small crowd going. Later that night one of our mutual friends introduced us. Jacqueline Chamberlain, I knew the name. Also monied, her father was huge in the travel industry with resorts all over the world. Like Club Med but high end.

It was Jacki's blue eyes boring into mine as if asking "who are you and are you any fun?" that made me ask her to dance. In heels, her 5'7" fit snuggly against my 6 foot frame and it was a dance I will never forget. She had all but fucked me right there on the dance floor.

To say the least, we've played and partied together ever since. It was just natural that we became partners as well.....

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Jacki's hand continued stroking me and I wasn't altogether sure she wouldn't totally expose me to the stewardess' gaze and yes, I could see her peeking through the kitchenette curtain.

"She's watching Jacki!" I murmured just loud enough that Jacki would hear and I saw a shudder race through Jacki's body. Damn but I love my wife.

 

[Arioso]

Jacki Chamberlain-Blaylock:

Rand always knows just what to say to excite me. Always has, ever since The Octavian. The sambuca had been sweet that night, the music frenetic, and I couldn't resist the urge to strut a little. They say if you've got it, flaunt it. Well, I do.

Maybe it's because I've never had to work for anything in my life, but when this tall, handsome man gave me only a passing glance and then ignored the rest of my performance, it pushed me to get a little wilder. I was doing a damn strip-tease! That usually rated at least a whistle or a hungry stare, and believe me, my body is worth a little awestruck wonder. But Rand made me work for it.

Later, he told me he'd thought I was an employee of the club -- some kind of a high-class stripper. I dumped the ice from my drink over his head.

He found a better use for those ice cubes. I still get wet when I think about that.

Everyone figured it was a combination of high-powered business merger and high society, gossip-column publicity when we got married. Nobody ever believes me when I tell them it was the ice cubes. He knows just how far to let me pust the limits before making me deal with the consequences.

Like now.

"She's watching, Jacki."

That edge to Rand's voice is enough to make me quiver. It's a dare to go just a little further and a reminder of the risk all wrapped up in my husband's sexy, baritone rumble. So deep, his words almost blend in with the soothing hum of the engines. It's so hypnotic my hand moves almost of its own accord, gliding over that satin-over-steel that I know so well.

"Shall I see how closely she's watching, love?" I whisper, getting wet as my thumb circles over a warm, sticky droplet.

The smoldering heat in Rand's eyes is all the encouragement I need. I gather up that pearly drop on my thumb, slip my hand out from under the blanket, and smear it over my lips until they're coated with the sweet, glossy sheen of his precum. The stewardess's blue eyes flare a little as she watches me do it...her lips parted in that sensual, half-gasping way that says, "I want a taste."

"You've got her attention," Rand chuckles. "Guess you'll have to go see what she wants."

As much as I hate to leave him alone with his cock straining beneath that thin blanket, I know I can get him even harder than this.

Even the mild turbulence doesn't disturb my graceful strides as I saunter up to that cute blonde who's been watching me tease Rand. I've been walking in heels since I was 10. But it's not my long legs that have the stewardess's attention, it's the outline of my nipples pressing against the almost sheer lycra of my mini dress, thanks to the annoying chill from the plane's air-conditioning.

The sweet little thing seems like she may be new at swinging. She couldn't keep her eyes off me when I was a few aisles away, but now that I'm standing right in front of her, brushing my hips and breasts ever so lightly against her body, she's panting so softly and rapidly she might hyperventilate. How delicious!

"Want a taste?" I murmur against her lips, hovering near her mouth and letting her breathe in the scent of Rand on my lips.

All she can manage is a whimper. Better and better...I wonder if she's even been with a woman before....

Slowly, my hand slips beneath the hem of her neat, tidy flight attendant skirt and glides up her inner thigh, raising her skirt as my fingertips ghost across her smooth skin.

I have to give Rand a nice view of the action, after all...

 

[ozme52]

Rand

I watched as Jacki silently communicated with the 'stew.' She seemed mesmorized by Jacki, her eyes following Jacki's hand as it stroked me up and down.

"You've got her attention," I smirked. "Guess you'll have to go see what she wants."

Jacki was up in an instant and I could see her fingertips were still wet from my precum.

Like a a bird before a cobra, the stew seemed helpless. I watched Jacki press her fingertip to the stew's lips and a charge shot through me as if the stew was licking my cock.

Jacki backed the stew further into the kitchen but with the curtain now only half closed I had a perfect view as Jacki's hand slipped under the stew's skirt between her thighs.

We were on our way home from Cannes and it had been a unexpected bore so I was very curious how far Jacki was going to take this.

 

[Arioso]

Jill.

That's the name on the slim, gold, plastic tag pinned to the stewardess's blouse. The same blouse I'm unbuttoning, slowly, my manicured nails circling each button a few times before I slip it free and let the vee of Jill's blouse open just a little wider.

She's got cute, perky tits. Just the kind I love to play with. And they're rising and falling on her chest so sweetly right now, I've got her so hot and bothered. Mmm, but I want her even hotter.

"I love touching this pretty, soft body of yours, Jill," I murmur against her neck just below her right ear. "You have a body just built for cumming. I'll bet you're gorgeous when you cum, aren't you, Jill?"

This earns a delicious, breathy whimper from her -- I'm driving her crazy, but she can't bring herself to talk dirty back to me. Perfect. This is just the thing that makes me want to push her further.

One hand spreads her unbuttoned blouse wide open and nudges her bra cup down far enough to scoop out one of her pretty titties, while the other hand teases her beneath that neat, tailored skirt. Jill's hands are braced on the countertop behind her back, which thrusts her chest forward so enticingly I can't resist the urge to cradle the silky swell of her naked breast with my hand...fanning my fingers so her stiff, puckered nipple pokes through.

Her skin tastes like baby oil.

I point my tongue and trace it along the column of her neck, feeling that sweet surrender as she slowly tilts her chin up and lets her head fall back. I've got one finger nestled in between her folds, but over her panties, so I can feel the moist cotton clinging to her lips. She's so ready...

"Ohhh, you do have a beautiful body, Jill," I whisper once again, letting my warm breath ghost over her neck. "My husband will enjoy watching you cum, honey."

I feel her raise her head with a slight, sudden jolt at the reminder that Rand can see us, and weave my web a little tighter. Nibbling and kissing along her jawline, I start to tug on that pink, fleshy nipple of hers and purr softly, "In a few moments, I'm going to raise your skirt up higher and push your damp little panties aside so my husband can watch me put my finger in you -- in your wet, beautiful cunt. I'll bet he's enjoying this as much as you are, Jill honey. Would you like that? Would you like me to make you cum so hard that my husband can see your tight pussy sucking on my finger?"

She's staring right at Rand now, I can tell...I can only imagine what she sees as he's watching us...

 

[ozme52]

Damn if Jacki wasn't hitting her stride now. The stew was completely at Jacki's tender mercies. Jacki has that effect on everyone, men and women alike and the stew was no exception.

Her eyes caught mine, no doubt Jacki egging her on. I lowered the coverlet and let her see my straining cock shiney with precum. Her chest heaved as she sucked in a lungfull of air at the combined visual and physical stimuli.

I took it in my hand, barely a third of it (and I have large hands,) and stroked it for her and she shuddered as she watched me and as I watched Jacki's fingers delve into her.

I could hear the schmoe behind me still snoring. I unbuckled the lapbelt and approached the kitchen. Leaning over Jacki's back, still stroking myself and watching the stews eyes locked on my meat, I whispered into Jacki's ear...

"Don't forget about the other passengers...." It wasn't meant as a warning though. For Jacki? That was a catalyst!

 

[Arioso]

"Hmm...you mean there are some who aren't enjoying the in-flight entertainment?" I whisper back at Rand.

I can feel him behind me now. Damn, but I hope he's enjoying sweet little Jill as much as I am. Now that has possibilities...maybe he should.

"Well, then," I purr, craning my head over my shoulder to give Rand a saucy wink. "Why don't we just turn up the volume a little?"

Realization paints itself on people's faces in so many different shades. Just the way that dawn looks different depending on whether you're seeing it kiss the water by a Tahitian shore or creeping up the Manhattan skyline. Rand understands me first -- there's that sly twinkle in his eyes that I love so much, and that half-smile he gets right before betting it all on a pair of 6's at the casino. Jill catches on a moment later when I step aside and Rand moves toward her spread thighs, cock in hand. Her eyes widen, but the word "stop" chokes in her throat. I can almost feel her heart plunging, just like being on a rollercoaster at the peak of a climb, ready to lurch downward.

But then Rand is nuzzling his stiff cock in between those sweet, juicy lips of hers and murmuring against her neck...seducing her like I know he can...and my fingers keep circling her nipples, never letting that wonderful feeling leave her, making sure she wants more...

And then Rand and I devour her like wolves. And what a feast it is, so much better than the crappy food they serve on planes, anyway. You know, I can feel her breast shuddering against my lips as my husband eases his cock into her pussy and begins to fuck her. He and I are both squeezing and caressing her flesh all over, although he leaves her nipples to me. Rand has always enjoyed seeing my lips and tongue work on a swollen, puckered nipple. Something about seeing two of the most sensual parts of a woman's body joined in a beautiful dance.

Poor Jill is overwhelmed and it's erotic as hell. Her whimpers are turning to breathy little moans, far, far better than those cheesy, squealing bimbos in porn films. Rand is pushing those moans up from her gut with each stroke of his gorgeous meat, but I fine-tune them as I twist and suck her tender nips. And the music she gives us...so pretty, so sweet! All raspy and quivery and desperate...

I sneak a glance behind us.

Apparently, the man seated behind our row thinks so, too. He's stopped snoring and his narrowed eyes are riveted to our menage a trois.

Jill's body is too delicious to leave unattended for long, so I turn back to sucking her tits and fingering her clit just above where her lips fan out around Rand's shaft. Very pleased, I smile to myself. I'll have to make a little wager with Rand later on whether or not that man propositions Jill before the flight is over...

Ahhh...there, I can feel it...Rand's almost ready to cum, and Jill has been cumming for the past minute or so...I wonder what his pleasure will be this time?

 

[ozme52]

It's that little mewling sound I hear when I first part a woman's lips and push my meat into her that I so love. Even Jacki still makes that sound. Everytime I sink it into her.

And Jacki's so hot to share this stew to me too. We work so well together. And Jacki's turned the girl to jelly already. Her pussy was already churning and her legs quivered spasmodically, I hardly had to stroke. She had great tits and Jacki gave them a nice workout.

Out of the corner of one eye I saw Jacki staring over my shoulder, making eye contact with our fellow first class passenger before turning her attention back to the stew... Jacki's finger joined my cock in the attack on the stew's vagina...

I felt her come again hard and slump a bit, though Jacki continued to titillate her. I slowly slid out of her clasping pussy, it hung on like it didn't want me to go. I fully withdrew, the head bobbed up and down. I took the stew's hand and put it on my cock.

Jacki's eye's lit up with an evil grin. Jacki reached over and began guiding the stew's hand.

 

[Arioso]

"That's it, Jill...that's it, honey," my whispered encouragement hovers at her ear as I cover her delicate hand with mine and teach her just how to stroke my husband's cock.

Long, fluid strokes, from balls to tip and back down again, taking care to squeeze just tightly enough that I can feel his meat throbbing against my palm.

Soon Jill is pumping him eagerly, even without my encouragement. The girl has hit her stride. I even see her sneaking glances at the man in the seat behind our row, like she's actually enjoying having him watch her half-naked and jerking off my husband. It leaves me free to play with Rand's balls...fondle them, caress them, feel them so swollen and full in my palm.

After a while, Jill starts pouting a little and letting out sharp, frustrated pants. I grin and give Rand's balls a gentle squeeze. One thing I love about my husband is that he can hold out -- really hold out. He has stamina that could drop an ox. But I suppose for the gal who has to get all of her passengers ready for landing soon, it could be a little problem.

Rand acknowledges my hint with a chuckle and leans over to kiss me...ohhh god, how I love his mouth. He'll suck my tongue in between his lips and savor it like the bouquet of a fine wine, then nibble on my lips with his teeth until I've forgotten my own name.

"Jacki," he whispers into my mouth, "Want to help me paint?"

Grinning, I wrap my hand around his cock again...gently nudging Jill's hand away. Tilting his head back, I watch raptly as Rand lets go and his expression squeezes into a brief mask of agony before melting into the most exquisite, ethereal vision of nirvana. My hand aims his cock up toward Jill's bared breasts, guiding it as I paint a stream of warm, milky cum across her soft curves and perky nipples.

And just in time, too.

Jill's eyes snap out of their erotic daze, instantly alert at the soft chime that indicates the aircraft is about to begin its descent.

 

[ozme52]

So exquisite the simple joys of a handjob. Jill, I now knew her name as Jacki had coaxed her on, Jill tugged and pulled and stroked as she tried to finish me but I saved it for Jacki.

Jacki, who knew my responses to well, just the right twist as her other hand tickled my bollocks. She used me like a firefighter uses a hose and adorned Jill with a pearl necklace. It had been a long flight so the paint job lasted nearly a minute as Jacki used my hose to adorn Jill's mounds.

I heard the engines throttle back and that sensation you get when you start descending. Then the chime. Jill's eyes lost that doey look and I wondered what she was thinking of herself. It would be amusing watching her try to put herself right before she had to begin preparing the passengers for arrival.

I looked to Jacki and kissed her deeply. Our tongues intertwined and dueled until I "surrendered" and she thrust hers deeply into my mouth.

Jacki slipped my softening cock back into my pants and carefully zipped me up. I looked at her, the unspoken question, What about you? Did you get off?

These scenes don't always lead to mutual orgasms but neither one of us ever complained about not getting enough. Jacki shook her head and rose to her toes and licked my ear.

"My turn next!" she whispered. She blew in my ear, stopping the softening below and I felt the sensitive head "scape" the fabric of my pantleg as it wavered between shortening and lengthening... a unquely male sensation. Then Jacki sat down, but not before she grinned, licking her lips, right at the schmoe behind us.

Jacki turned around and eased into her seat. "Want to bet he propositions Jill before the flight is over?"

I laughed and said no bet, but offered a counter wager. "I'll bet you, regardless, he'll be heading to the first restroom he sees."

 

[Arioso]

The captain gets points for touching us down smoothly -- I hate it when a plane bounces and lurches on the tarmac. Jill is pretty smooth, too. She disappeared into the restroom and re-emerged a few minutes later with her blouse done up and only a slight flush to her cheeks.

I stroked her calf as she passed by us...mmm, and her stride faltered for a second as my palm caressed her skin.

Now I can hear the man behind us coming on to her...telling her how much he admired her necklace, and offering to give her another one if she's staying in this city for the night. My grin grows wider than the Cheshire Cat's when Jill says that yes, she will be staying in town, and it might be nice to have some company. Silently, I wish her a very pleasant "layover".

"Jill's found a friend," I sing-song into Rand's ear.

"And you're so pleased with yourself about that, aren't you baby?" he chuckles softly, his hand caressing my knee.

"Well you have to admit, our flight was much more enjoyable," I insist, flashing him an impish look and taking his middle finger between my lips to suckle gently.

"Time flies when you're having fun," he fires back, his eyes smoldering as I glide my tongue along his finger, fellating it as hungrily as if it were his cock.

This gets me to thinking about the fun we can have in the long ride back to our estate, when I suddenly remember--

"Rand, honey," I whisper in an excited hush. "We're a day early...most of the staff are still on vacation. I don't think Armand will be picking us up."

Rand can already sense the delicious possibilities I'm cooking up in my mind, and his smile becomes positively wolfish. Stroking me beneath the chin like a pet kitten, he murmurs, "I guess we'll just have to engage a limousine at the terminal. You won't mind an unfamiliar driver, will you?"

God, I'm sure he knows how wet he's getting me. The idea of a new chauffeur, unaccustomed to my husband and I, glancing in the rear-view mirror and seeing...ohhh hell, Rand has gone and made my clit ache!

Next: the Chauffeur

 

[ozme52]

As Jacki and I deplaned, Jill handed Jacki her jacket and I saw another exchange of caresses and a parting kiss, an exchange of tongues. The curtain between first class and coach had been turned back and some other passengers were just filing forward and one could only guess what they thought assuming they even noticed. Jill helped me slip on my blazer.

As we walked toward passport control I noticed a piece of paper with the airline logo in my jacket pocket. Jill's name and phone number. I showed it to Jacki and laughed as I tossed it into a waste bin. We're very selective whom we choose as friends... and we like having more or less anonymous sex. It wouldn't be as good if we became attached to our little conquests. Besides, Jill would be remembered in my journal, to be read back to Jacki some night in the future.

We walked through passport control, the VIP line of course, and the pert customs agent flashed us a wicked smile as she waved us through. That's a whole other story.

A grin must have broken across my face as we exited the secured area of the airport. One of the many drivers holding up signs intercepted us. He had photos of us on his clipboard.

"Mr. & Mrs. Blaylock?" We nodded. Apparently Celeste our travel consultant made the arrangements when we changed our plans to come home early. I would have to remember her when it was time to disburse Christmas bonuses. The driver introduced himself as James. Yeah! Right! Home James. What-a-cliche.

Jacki was hungrily eyeing James' physique. I could see her posture subconsciously alter as their proximity closed. James took us to the car, a standard stretch towncar and opened the door. Jacki feigned needing help and flashed a lot of leg when he helped her in. I handed him our luggage bags, slipped off my blazer and got in the car.

James shut the door and went off to fetch our baggage. I nodded appreciatively, there was a bucket of ice with a demi of champagne which I promptly opened. I poured two flutes and handed one to Jacki... and tilted my flute towards Jacki dribbling some down her blouse.

Jacki was very hot and very ready...

 

[ozme52]

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[Arioso]

Of course I know how to climb into the back seat of a limousine. I've had plenty of practice. But, then...a girl has to find some way to flash her chauffeur a little thigh, yes?

My eyes twinkle as Rand "accidentally" spills a little champagne down my designer blouse and provides me with another opportunity to flash a little skin. More than a little skin, actually.

"Oh, you clumsy man," I pout in a playful purr as my fingers move to undo the 24-karat gold buttons. "Look how you've wet my blouse. Well, I can't very well leave it on now, can I?"

"No, love, I'm afraid you can't," Rand agrees, chuckling against my collarbone as he nuzzles my neck. His warm hand cups my breast as I spread open the gauzy, red silk blouse and shrug it from my shoulders.

"Tsk, tsk," I continue to chide, feeling the dampness grow between my legs when I see that James has finished stowing our luggage and is settling into the driver's seat. "And you've spilled champagne all down my front. What a waste of a good bottle."

I feel Rand easing a bra strap off my shoulder and easing one of my tits out of a lace cup just as James adjusts the rear-view mirror. James's eyes darken intensely and zero right in on my naked breast just as Rand's lips begin to pepper light kisses on my soft flesh.

Looking right at the rear-view mirror, I slowly wet my lips with my tongue and stretch my arms out wide along the back seat, giving Rand free rein to suck and fondle at will.

"Try not to make him crash the car, baby," I tease softly, my eyes slipping shut as a delicious tremor runs through me at the feel of Rand's teeth slowly tugging my stiffened nipple...

 

[ozme52]

I gently tugged on Jacki's nipple, not letting it slip from between my teeth. I could feel the elastic tension as I stretched it even further making Jacki gasp. Her nipples as sensitive as the first day I saw her. I get so turned on by how this excites Jacki, it makes my blood boil. Jacki stretched her arms along the seatback giving me full access, and James a clear view.

I switched nips giving James a clear view in his rear view mirror, I was positive he was watching. The privacy screen had been down and I hadn't heard it close. That and Jacki's posture and her eyes locked above and past my head convinced me of it.

I could almost imagine James getting hard and uncomfortable in his slacks as his attention became divided between the road and the back seat.

I worried Jacki's nipple to equal hardness and pulled on it as well. I could smell Jacki's scent now. My hands had not been idle either. I moved around until I was kneeling on the limo floor and had inched Jacki's skirt up her legs. My hands caressed Jacki's thighs as she lifted her ass and I raised herskirt up to and over her hips.

My fingers hooked her black lace panties on their way back down and I drew them off, but only from one ankle, I slid them back up her other calf to leave them dangling sexily from her knee. I pulled Jacki's hips to the edge of the seat, she lifted her legs and wrapped them over my shoulders and around my neck.

I let her draw me in.

 

[Arioso]

I'll be the first to call myself a slut. That's an abbreviation for SexuaL gLUTton, isn't it? Ssssluttt. It's so compact and crisp and neat, and it suits me to a T -- just like most of my fashion wear.

I love feeling like a slut, with my bare tits jutting out for the chauffeur to ogle (and Rand did such a delicious job of perking up my nipples), and my legs draped over Rand's shoulders with my lace panties dangling from one knee. It's so decadent.

Rand's mouth is heavenly. Any woman would kill to enjoy his lips and teeth exploring her cunny, and baby, I get him 24/7. I dig my heels into his back and urge him closer to my smooth, bare pussy. That first warm flutter of his breath across my labia makes me shiver and my nipples pucker even tighter.

I let out the girliest mewl when my sweet, sensual husband drags his tongue, long and slow, from the base of my slit all the way up to my clit. I'm still putty in his hands when he's eating me -- have been ever since that first night at The Octavian.

And we had an audience then, too.

James flicks his eyes more and more frequently to the rear-view mirror, although to his credit he keeps the limo from drifting in and out of our lane, and doesn't have to make any sudden corrections. I smile at him and start grinding my juicy pussy against Rand's face...letting James see how turned-on my husband is getting me.

Although I don't have the best view of the front seat, there are certain tell-tale signs that let me know: James most likely has his fly undone, and is stroking his cock with one hand while steering with the other. Maybe it's the rhythmic twitching of his shoulder and upper arm. Maybe it's just the fevered expression in his eyes when I catch him feasting on my naked tits or my husband's head bobbing between my spread thighs.

"Unnhhh baby," I moan softly to Rand as he tenderly nibbles on my clit. "I think our chauffeur is jerking off..."

 

[ozme52]

I didn't want to spoil Jacki's mood but it would be a horrid way to lose her or her, me.

"JAMES!! BOTH HANDS ON THE WHEEL DAMMIT!!" The limo swerved and recovered straight down the road.

"Keep them there or I'll end this here and now!" Now he knew I knew too. I winked at Jacki and she had this wicked little smile on her face.

Sprawled there before me, Jacki looked hot and vunerable and sexy as hell. Her puss was wide open, wet and winking as pre-orgasmic shudders made her legs quiver and her vagina pulse. Jacki's great tits, hard and pointy above her chest.

Panties hanging from a leg, stockings and garters a bit askew, her skirt was nothing more than a wide belt, bra and blouse open and hanging from her arms and shoulders. I knew she loved being seen like this. In heat.

I rose up dropping Jacki's feet onto the bench, spreading her wider. She began to rotate her ass now that she found purchase with her feet. I slipped a finger into her moistness, rotating it back and forth, in and out.

In and out, clockwise and counter clockwise I tried to play Jacki like a harp, I wanted to hear here moaning. In and out and in... I pushed deeper, my knuckles parting Jacki's inner lips, rotating again, knuckles abusing the soft flesh, I could see her clit hood being pulled back and forth transferring sensations directly to Jacki's clit. She bucked against my finger and hand. In and out, clockwise and back again. I turned my hand palm up and hooked my finger up under Jacki's pubic bone.

Jacki gasped in anticipation, she knew what I was about to do. I lifted her pubic bone from within Jacki's pussy and pressed it up into the flesh of her mons, lifting and separating her labia, stretching the hood tight until it slid above her clit, now more exposed than ever it would be without assistance.

I lowered my head, blew lightly, cooling Jacki's flesh and raising the tiniest goosebumps along her smooth labia, a flick, a lick, I ovaled my lips and tried to suck it into my mouth.

Jacki's thighs warmed my ears and then she was cumming and I felt the strength of her first orgasm through the pressure as her legs scissored around my head and despite having my ears covered, I could hear Jacki sing for me.

 

[Arioso]

Rand...ohgod...yesssss...

Just murmured whispers at first, as silky as his hair when I run my fingers through it. My lips pantomime the quiet prayers of a believer in the sanctuary, mouthing my husband's name like an orgasmic rosary.

Unnhhhh...nnnggghhh...ggghhaaaahhh....

Then he really starts to dig, plunging his fingers in my swampy cunt and stirring up steamy, ripe grunts. Grunts that ooze out with my raw, salty juices. Rand pulls them from my belly like a midwife dragging the coiled passion screaming out of my depths.

And like a squealing newborn, my screams become keening wails, sharp-short baby gasps, soprano bird-songs as my body writhes in desperation just before surrendering to a tidal wave of pleasure.

This is what I love. Riding my husband's face, thighs clenched around his neck, fingers digging into his scalp as my pussy trembles and yields its ambrosia. I can feel my warm channel pulsing and churning around his fingers, the orgasm rippling along my velvety walls like a chord vibrating on a plucked string.

My thighs and ass are oily with the release that pumps out of my cunt, a treasure that Rand has unearthed with his greedy, voracious digging. There are no intimate places in my body beyond the reach of his primal hunger: I spread my legs and let him take it all.

And my body becomes the violent groans and strangled sighs, just as a wave is the sound of hissing foam and crashing on the shore.

Is the car even moving still? Damned if I know or care...

 

[ozme52]

I could feel the car slow. James, probably staring into his mirror had lifted his foot from the accellerator, probably didn't even realize it.

Jacki's release overwhelmed her as I knew it would. She'd built up a lot of sexual tension during the flight and since. James' presence, so close yet merely an audience to our sex play had sent my Jacki over the edge, that and my expert pussy licking. Jacki calls me her Cunning Linguist.

I continued lapping up Jacki's exquisite nectar as she shuddered through another body wracking spasm. As Jacki's body began to relax I nibbled lightly along Jacki's labia, enjoying the afterquakes this created. It wasn't long before Jacki sighed in contentment.

I liberated my neck from between Jacki's legs and eased her over. Jacki's contentment turned into another grin, albeit a smile filled with contentment, and she helped me turn her over. Now, lying on the bench from the shoulders up, her beautiful tits pendant below her chest and on her knees, the angles had her butt thrust out to me and I could see the bud of her anus.

I took a light lick, rimming the sensitive flesh and gaining an "oooh" from Jacki's lips. "Next time for that love." I momentarily moved aside and gave James his first full view of Jacki's ass and pussy. I cupped Jacki's pussy in my hand and fingered her slit as I unzipped, and then positioning myself again behind her, I lifted the tip of my cock to the folds of Jacki's pussy and pushed into her...

my entire length...

with one....

easy...

wet...

stroke.

Jacki moaned through the entire entry up her tight passage and grunted as I hilted my cock home. God I love hearing that! Did I say that before? Well, I still love it.

As I began fucking my gorgeous wife's tight little pussy I could hear cars passing us at pretty high speed. So James had indeed stopped the car and again his attention was soley on the mirror. And I think Jacki was right, he was definitely masterbating, but now he was masterbating in rhythm with my fucking.

I grabbed a handful of Jacki's hair and turned her head so that instead of looking toward the seatback, her head now rested on her cheek and she was looking toward the front of the car.

"See him? He's watching you! He's watching you get fucked and he's jacking off watching you get fucked."

Jacki moaned again and I felt her pussy quiver around my cock.

"Play with your titties for him Jacki. Make him come with us."

 

[Arioso]

Two cocks fucking me at once, although one is doing it only in fantasy.

I tweak both of my nipples between my fingers and give a gentle tug at first, stretching my dark areolas like taffy so James can drool over even more of this body that he can't touch. I can just imagine how hard he is...sitting with an empty plate across the table from a man who's gorging himself on a ripe, wanton whore.

As Rand churns his satiny, iron-hard cock in my buttery depths, I lock my eyes on the rear-view mirror and let our driver see how much I love having my pussy stuffed, how good it feels. I need to draw him in, make him imagine the slippery warm feel of my walls spreading around his rod so that when he fists it with his own palm and watches Rand sinking himself balls deep in my cunt, he makes that final link -- and is actually transported so far that it's like fucking me for real.

So I hold him in my gaze. I watch him watching me. And I pinch my stiff, swollen nipples, tugging them in short, sharp pulses that make my tits jiggle beneath me. All while my knees are splayed wide and planted firmly on the floor, my pussy gaping hungrily around my husband's relentless, driving cock.

I thrive on making my body a carnal vessel for Rand's pleasure, and he rewards me by giving me every last ounce of his ravenous male need. He pounds it into me with the heavy slap of his balls against my nether lips. He kneads it into my scalp with his fingernails and sifts it through my hair as he pulls, pulls, pulls in counterweight to his ardent thrusts. His primal desire saturates the air as ragged grunts and sharp, urgent hisses.

That's it lover...fuck me...fuck me...

"Ohhhhhgodddd Rand," I groan as he hammers another climax from my spasming cunt. "Yesss ohfuckyesss ride me with your cock, love...oh..OHHH...give it to me...."

I hear a curse from the front of the limo....sounds like James just gave himself a pearl bath.

And that's where the fantasy ends. Rand gets to cum inside me; James is left with sticky fingers.

 

[ozme52]

Jacki's face was one of utter contentment. Mine too probably though I couldn't help just a little smirk as James drove us home with the smell of his own semen in his nose. I could see in the mirror that he'd totally blown his cool. It would take quite a bit of ArmorAll to totally clean up, that and a trip to his dry cleaners.

When James let us off you wouldn't have even suspected anything had been amiss in the back of that limo. Jacki's clothes somehow looked as good as when she'd first put them on this morning in our suite at Le Domaine du Diamant Rose, in Saint Paul de Vence and Jacki had made sure I was my dapper self as well.

James, looking quite bedraggled, unloaded our baggage and brought it all in for us of course. Then the poor sap just stood there for a moment before he realized it was over and time to leave, though Jacki teased him one last time, wetting her lips as she stood on her toes looking over my shoulder, until he finally turned to leave, looking quite dejected. I assumed he'd be happier in the morning when he got his compensation voucher from Celeste.

The house of course was quite empty, all the staff still on holiday until tomorrow, so I punched in the code to resecure the estate. We left the baggage in the entry hall and headed upstairs to get out of our travel clothes.

I asked if Jacki was hungry, I certainly was... but neither of us wanted to consider going out again and of course... we don't cook. I don't know if it was my thouht or Jacki's but one of us said "Can we have something delivered." A totally novel idea... for us.

We were like kids running back down the staircase. We found some numbers pinned on a corkboard in the cook's office. We certainly didn't know what we were doing but settled on pizza of all things and had a ball trying to order. We ended up asking the fellow on the phone for a suggestion. I actually had no idea what we would be getting. I gave him the address and it sounded like he had choked on his tongue when he asked me to repeat it.

"Would 45 minutes be too long sir?" How the hell would I know what was too long, but I said okay and gave him a one use code to get through the front gate.

45 minutes would be enough time to take a quick shower. I pointed towards the servants' quarters.

"Wash my back?"

 

[Arioso]

Ooooh, delivery! What a novel idea!! And I'm so glad that Rand knew where to find the kitchen. I've always understood that we have one in the mansion, but it's so hard to remember where it is.

He seems to want to continue our game of exploration. First, the kitchen...now the servants' quarters? Well, why not, I suppose?

As we're peeling off our travel clothes on the way through a bedroom (whose it is, I have no idea), a thought dawns on me.

"You realize we'll have to run naked through the house to get a change of clothes from our suite when we're done?" I point out to Rand and strip off my panties.

He winks at me and tosses aside his underwear.

Wait...dear god, what is this? I'd swear it's a small, walk-in closet, but there are no clothes!

"Baby, what is this tiny little closet?" I ask, gazing dumbfounded about me.

"I think it's Arthur's bathroom."

"What, this TINY hole?!"

Honestly...it's so small that the shower couldn't fit any more than four people -- at the very most! And where's the jacuzzi?

"Mmm, Jacki," Rand coaxes me into the stall and turns on the water. "You know it can be fun to do it in a nice, tight squeeze."

I grin. Okay, he's got a point. I can see the old-fashioned charm in this. Our butler is apparently very quaint...he doesn't have designer body wash, just a bar of soap, which I pick up and try to use to scrub Rand's back. I feel so clever when I finally figure out how to get it to lather up, and soon my hands are fanning out over my husband's muscular shoulders and gliding down to his ass cheeks.

Closer...and closer I step until my bare tits are brushing up against his back. The warm spray pounds against his chest as I wrap my arms around his waist and -- oh, look at this -- my hands find something nice and long and hard to play with...

 

[ozme52]

Sometimes I think Jacki and I would have a better chance of surviving stranded on a desert island than if we were stranded in a Queen's brownstone with no phone service....

I've never had to do many things for myself, not when a servant could do it better and there's a lot of things I've never done or imagined having to do myself, but I must admit Jacki is even more naive than I am about how the other 99.99% live.

I laughed so hard as she complained about the size of the stall shower, but she was right, it was damned small.

We lathered up and took turns washing each other. I looked for the handles that would turn on the rest of the shower heads (I was intrigued because they seemed to be recessed into the ceiling) but couldn't find them so we ended up rinsing and lathering up under the one shower head.

We played with each other and delighted each other while we washed the travel grime away. Jacki spent a lot of time washing my cock and I spent a lot of time on her tits and clit.

We were getting each other hotter and hotter and probably would have screwed right their in that little shower or on Arthur's tiny bed but we lost track of time. Our 45 minutes were up!!

The gate buzzer went off. Our delivery man was here with dinner and had just let himself through the gate. We had less than 10 minutes before he'd be at the front door.

Jacki and I rinsed off and bolted out of the shower screaming and laughing as we ran through the kitchen and up the rear stairs. Jacki's cute butt working like she was on her stairmaster as she pounded up the steps, me playing grab-ass, right behind her.

 

[Arioso]

Satin pajamas are all right for greeting a delivery boy, aren't they?

Not that I'm terribly worried about it -- this is a novelty, after all. I shimmy the sapphire-blue satin bottoms up my legs, then slip on the top and button it down the front. Well...all right, not all the buttons. I love to let the deep vee of the lapels plunge just a little lower by leaving the top two buttons undone. There's something so sexy about exposing the slight swell of bare flesh that disappears beneath a cloak of lustrous silk...especially when my nipples are hard enough to allow anyone with a halfway decent imagination to connect the dots...

Rand has more than a halfway decent imagination. He grins slyly and lets his eyes feast on my chest, and I can already tell he's eager to see what the delivery boy's reaction will be.

We're both hurrying down the grand staircase to our marble-columned entry hall when the doorbells chime. I get there first and--

"Hi...you ordered a large pizza with the works?"

Oh...oh my! She's so...stunning!

Standing on our doorstep isn't a delivery boy...it's a gorgeous, beautiful delivery girl.

Her hair is a deep, walnut brown, pulled back in a short, silky ponytail that just barely skims the nape of her neck. And her neck, oh god, it's so smooth...her skin looks positively kissable! Even as she looks uncertainly from me to Rand and back again, her brown eyes glow with something compelling and sensual. She's petite but nowhere near fragile. Compact, strong, lithe...oh, god, I'll bet her body is perfect when she's naked. I have to see those cute, modest little titties of hers -- tiny bumps that accentuate the boyishness of her figure. Just liker her face: kind of round, with laughing cheeks and an impish, slightly pug nose that seems to give her a permanent, curious expression.

I want her.

Rand must have realized how besotted I've become in just the few seconds that I've been admiring this beautiful creature, because he steps in to answer her while I stand there, dumbly entranced and fantasizing about her trembling as I slowly strip off her clothes.

"Yes, we did. Please, won't you come inside while we get our money? You take credit cards, right?" he says.

She steps hesitantly into our grand foyer, her alert eyes darting around to take in the vaulted ceiling, the sculptures, the majestic oil paintings that nearly span the entire wall.

"Uh, actually, I can't take credit cards. You might be able to call it in to the store, but I can only handle cash," she apologizes in a velvety, Lauren Bacall voice that leaves me weak in the knees.

Rand is hunting through his wallet and slaps his palm against the side of his head in aggravation. "Damn! All I have are euros...can you do foreign currency?"

The delivery girl's eyebrows rise above her dubious, slightly bemused expression, and she shifts her weight to rest on her left foot, which thrusts her hip and tight little ass out, and that's all it takes. I'm completely hooked. It's enough to jolt me into speaking.

"Rand, sweetheart, why don't you just call the restaurant back and give them a credit card number?" I suggest with a smile, before putting my arm around this adorable delivery girl and urging her toward our more casual sitting room. "My name is Jacki. Now, my husband and I have never really ordered a pizza before, so I'll have to put myself in your good hands as far as knowing what wine to serve with it."

"Wine?" her voice is a little wary.

"Of course, what else would one serve with dinner?"

"I don't really know wines...see, I don't turn 21 until next month."

I let my fingers gently stroke her arm as I walk her into our cozy sitting room...the one with a huge, plush couch that would be perfect for spreading her legs and going down on her....and a fireplace, baby grand piano, and just enough candles to set the mood when it gets darker.

"What's your name?" I ask, my eyes sweeping over her appreciatively.

"Carrie." Her eyelashes quiver like butterflies as she glances as me, snaps her gaze away quickly...then sneaks another glance.

It sends a thrill through me. I know that look. I've seen it before a dozen times, always in women who have never considered sex with another woman...and who have just begun to suspect that I'm undressing them with my eyes. It's a look that makes the juices pool warm and slick between my thighs.

"What a lovely name, Carrie...Well, would you be willing to sample a few of the wines we have, then, and offer your suggestion about what will go best with the pizza? There'd be an extra tip in it for you."

After a little hesitation, she agrees and sets down the cardboard pizza box on the mahogany coffee table. I call out to Rand, asking him to bring a chianti, a merlot, and a beaujolais from the small wine rack in the kitchen (most of our 1,000 bottle collection is down in the cellar). As I retrieve three wine glasses from the buffet in our sitting room, I catch a delicious glimpse of Carrie's nipples hardening against her plain white tee shirt, and nearly drop one of the glasses. Blue jeans and a tee shirt..so simple....so natural.

"Please, have a seat with me, Carrie. Rand will be in with the wine in a minute," I purr, gesturing toward the sofa.

As she ensconces herself at one end, I settle in at the other, half turned toward her with my elbow draped over the arm of the sofa...just enough to make my pajama top gape open wider and reveal the sweeping curve of a breast and a faint hint of dusky pink...

I wonder where Rand will sit. We've done this a few times before -- this impromptu threesome with a visitor to our home. And we've developed sort of a code. If he circles around us for a while, then sits on the piano bench, it means he primarily wants to watch. If he pulls up the wing-backed armchair next to me, it means he wants to watch first and then join in the fun.

I can't wait!

 

[ozme52]

We quickly threw on some clothes and I could see that Jacki had it in her mind to boogle yet another young man's mind. She put on a very sexy blue silk pajama set, left it tantalizingly open of course and trotted down the stairs just as the front chimes rang.

I had slid on a very loose pair of black silk boxers, a pair I knew Jacli loved because she could so easily slide her hand up the legs. Those and a black silk robe with red piping.

I followed Jacki down the stairs. I think we were both surprised and struck by the young woman in the doorway. Not the man we had expected.

I saw Jacki's body language totally change. Her stance changed from one of teasing to total interest.

When I realized we could keep her here for a bit if we had to pay by credit card, I claimed to only have Euros and slid the two one hundred dollar bills back into my billfold. I figured I'd give Jacki some time to work her magic.

I opened a selection of wines, reds per Jacki's suggestions and brought them in.

I looked at the piano bench for a moment. But this was an unexpected encounter. One doesn't idly pass opportunity when it knocks. I scooted the armchair forward and sat down.