Joy Ousex - Paramours in Paradise

I looked over at Dianna and noticed the sparkle of interest dancing in her eyes. "Sure, we're still interested."

"Fine, fine. There's a party scheduled this Saturday night. I realize that that's not much notice, but do you think you could make it?"

"I think that Saturday would be fine," I answered.

Ron reached into his shirt pocket and pulled out a small piece of white notepaper. "Here's the address. The party starts at eight, but the new couples are asked to be there an hour earlier, so you'll have to be there by seven. Please don't be late. You might be interested to know that we'll be considering one other couple for membership, so Dianna won't be alone during the, uh, ritual. From what little I know of the two of you, and what I know of the other couple, all four of you should enjoy the evening."

We ordered another round of drinks. I noticed Vivian eyeing Dianna continuously throughout the conversation. We chatted for about another fifteen minutes, talking about nothing in particular. The four of us then left the bar together, heading out to the parking lot. The night air was warm and moist.

Ron and Vivian had unknowingly parked their car next to ours. The two of them walked in front of us, and were both over on the far side of their car.

"Ben, Dianna… come on over here for a minute…" Ron's voice had a peculiar tenseness to it. Dee and I walked around to where they both stood.

Vivian was leaning against the side of the car, her arms and legs spread slightly, her back to Ron.

"I'd like the both of you to see something," he said, reaching down and slowly lifting the hem of Viv's shirt up to her waist. She had been naked under her dress, and the dress was raised to reveal her thighs, fleshy though firm, their curves sweeping up to the soft wet flesh of her cunt. Her ass was incredible, her cheeks jutting out, round and sweep43 ing, the copper-brown tan even and unbroken.

Ron lowered himself to one knee, directly behind the woman. He reached up between her legs, forcing her thighs wider. The lips of her pussy were open and already glistening with her excitement. My cock stiffened, aching to be buried in the warm wet softness displayed before me.

"She's already wet. She's always wet, always ready. She tastes good, like bitter honey. Ben… taste her juices."

I leaned down and inserted a finger up between the lips of Vivian's pussy. Her cunt was warm and gaping. Her oil felt thick and creamy on my skin. Vivian groaned as I pushed my digit into her, then squatted back down against my hand. I withdrew my finger and brought it to my lips, my tongue flicking out and licking at the slippery stuff. Her flow was very warm and carried the thick sweet perfume of musk. It was thick, and tasted rich. I looked back at her pussy. My balls churned with my sudden, almost overpowering need to fill the woman with my cum, to experience her softness, her incredible beauty. Vivian was looking back over her right shoulder, back at Dianna. Ron was still holding her dress up, 44 her legs still spread open, her cunt and ass still exposed.

"Dianna," Viv said, her voice almost a whisper. "Go ahead and taste me… please."

Dianna stepped closer to Vivian, then ran her left hand down over the crest of her ass. She paused for a second, then pushed her finger up between the lips of her pussy. Vivian lowered her head and moaned. Dianna brought her finger to her mouth.

"You taste… beautiful…" Dianna said. I noticed that Dee's nipples were suddenly hard and erect, etching their outlines into the thin fabric of her blouse.

"Think about me,"she said, winking, as Ron let the dress fall back to full length.

The next few days seemed to crawl by, and as we drew nearer to Saturday, the tension surrounding Dianna and I grew thicker and thicker so that by Saturday afternoon the two of us were almost incapable of harboring a thought that in some way wasn't linked to some shared fantasy.

My thoughts kept returning to visions of Dianna caught up in the living out of several of the fanta45 sies that I had created. My sexual drama gave Dee an opportunity to act out her own most-hidden needs, and it benefited the both of us; we quickly became addicted to the continual searching for our physical limits, the discovery of the physical treasures of others. The first time that I had used Dianna for the satisfaction of my own mind's myths was almost two years ago, and, one of those unique coincidences of fates having occurred, I shared her with a good friend of mine. Dianna's eyes went wide, first with surprise and then with anticipation when I told her that I was going to let our weekend houseguest, who was at that moment in the guest bedroom, only a few feet away from where we whispered together, fuck her. She asked me why, and I told her because I thought that all of us would enjoy it. We approached my friend right then about the idea, and he said that he was all for the idea. This didn't surprise me in the least; since the three of us had become friends, I had frequently caught him looking at Dianna with a more and more urgent longing in his eyes, and that look said that he wanted the woman. The three of us decided to make the occasion as grand and dramatic a celebration as possi-46 ble. We each took a quick shower; my friend, Tom, in the shower in the guest bath, Dianna and I together in ours. We met downstairs in the living-room, where I quickly built a crackling fire in the arched, brick fireplace. Directly in front of the dancing flames I laid out a thick woolen white rug. Tom already had a joint going and he passed it around as Dianna found some glasses and poured the wine.

Dianna had entered the room wearing only a completely transparent white blouse and matching summer skirt. Her nipples glared pink from behind the veil of her shirt; a small closely-trimmed thatch of sandy-blonde colored down marked the junction of her full-curved thighs. Both Torn and I were dressed in only short.^white bath towels tied around our waists; both of the tight stretched towels showed the growing, anxious bulges of our quickly stiffening cocks as Dianna brought the wine in from the den. I waited until Dianna had rested the large silver tray on the table at the right of the fireplace. I motioned to her silently to join Tom and me, the two of us now sitting on the rug in front of the fire. Dianna came to us, knelt down on one knee, then reclined back on the cushions between us. Tom's eyes were riveted to Dianna's huge round breasts, which swayed from side to side in slow sweeping curves as she moved. Dee closed her eyes as her head touched the cushion. I reached up and, as Tom stared wide-eyed, I unbuttoned her shirt, button by button. After I had finished, I pulled the material back to display her pink-crowned softness. Tom's eyes followed my fingers next to her skirt. Slowly, as I did with the blouse, I pulled open each separate button in the line of six that ran up the front of her skirt. After I had finished, I again pulled the material apart, this time exposing Dianna's anxious pussy to Tom, who watched, his eyes fixed on the unfolding lush display before him. As I pulled open the skirt, Dee, her eyes still closed, spread her thighs open; Tom reached down, running his hand over Dianna's mound. Dee moaned at the touch, and Tom lowered his mouth to her left nipple, taking the swollen stiff thing into his mouth. I pulled open the lips of Dianna's cunt, and Tom's fingers, following mine, quickly found their way into Dianna's slippery pink crevice. Dianna arched her ass up off the cushion beneath her; she was wet, her juices glistening against the pink-red flesh. Tom's towel had fallen to the floor, and his cock was hard and long; he moved to his left a bit and began rubbing his straining prick over Dianna's glorious breasts. Dee reached up and held her soft mounds together, pressing them into each other, forming one great mass of curves, as first one of her lovers and then the other thrust his cock between them.