Erotic Retreat
Erotic Retreat
Gia Blue
Published: January 2012
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Editor: Craig Kim | Cover Artist: Gia Blue
Erotic Retreat
They were hidden, removed from their hectic lives, simply enjoying the freedom of just
being.
No suits, ties, pantyhose or pumps.
Carrie emerged from the tent and inhaled the scent of fresh dew on the uncut grass and the welcoming earth. The soft songs of birds echoed overhead, sounds bouncing off the sheer rock face behind what would be their home for the next few days.
She stretched her hands high above her, easing the kinks that’d formed from sleeping on the ground, and reveled in the comforting heat of the rising sun warming her bare skin. If only the other office dwellers at work could see her now, naked as the day she was born, strutting her bare ass in the wilderness and celebrating every moment as if nothing else mattered.
Out here she didn’t care about how her body looked—the jiggling of her thighs, the slight sag of her breasts, or the tiny pooch of her stomach. Now forty, she’d long ago accepted she wouldn’t ever have the body of a twenty-year-old college coed again. She typically disguised her aging body with power suits cut to her figure, but thankfully out here, her appearance was a nonissue.
A soft ruffling from behind her, the sliding of nylon against nylon, reached her ears. Then thick arms, sparsely peppered with hair, wrapped around her waist, followed by warm, full lips brushing across the back of her neck. She smiled and bit her lower lip as the scratch of a morning beard rubbed against her shoulder, sending a shiver of pleasure down her spine. Her husband’s morning erection settled between her plump buttocks and she ground her ass against him, encouraging, enticing him.
“Morning, baby,” he said cheerfully, his voice still rough from having just awoken.
She laid her head back against his shoulder and tilted it to the side, granting him further access. “Morning, my love.”
Tucking his chin into her neck, Miller stroked the skin of her belly, tiny goose bumps—unrelated to the cool morning—following in its wake. One hand slid high enough to cup her breast, talented fingers pinching her nipple, rolling and tugging it just the way she liked. Fifteen years of marriage had taught them how to play each other’s bodies like a perfectly tuned instrument.
His other hand danced south, teasing and stroking, petting the closely cropped curls of her mound like a cat. She purred against his neck, breath quickening the closer he came to her slit. “Please…”
His cock pulsed against her ass, the soft wind cooling his pre-cum against her skin. She’d take care of him, just as soon as he…
A fingertip, a single digit slipped between her lower lips, teasing the hood of her clit, rubbing that tiny bit of skin and heightening her arousal.
“Feel good, baby? You know you have to let me hear you.” It was a rule. They didn’t have many: she had to say what she liked and she always got to come first. Carrie figured it was a win-win and had acquiesced early in their relationship. Plus, he enjoyed hearing his prim and proper CEO wife talk dirty to him.
“It feels so good, Miller. My pussy hurts and I want your big cock inside of me.
Please rub my clit.” She breathed fast, his finger giving her a hint of touch across her button. The bundle of nerves sang with even that bit of light pressure, a spasm of pleasure seizing her, muscles tensing and releasing from head to toe.
“Like that, Carrie? Hmm?”
She bit his neck, suckling the skin, needing something more. Miller groaned and rocked his hips, sliding his cock between her ass cheeks, and she pushed back against him, offering him the friction she knew he craved. “Yeah, that’s it.” She gave to him and he gave back, tapping her clit with infinite care, causing her pleasure to inch higher and higher with every heated touch. Her cunt clenched on air, looking forward to the ecstasy of being filled, stretched. And Miller always did…each and every time. Long and thick, his fucking was more than she’d ever need for the rest of their lives together.
Carrie humped air, rubbing his cock, forcing him to hand over what she desired, taking the control away from him as much as she could. She needed, wanted, craved, ached. “Please, dear god, please…”
It became a mantra, a chant for fulfillment and need.
“Give it to her,” a stranger’s voice called out, certainly not Miller’s, and not one she recognized offhand.
Carrie froze, eyes opening and head snapping up to stare at the intruder kneeling nearby. “Miller?” Hysteria filtered into her voice and she fought to break free.
“Shh…he’s just watching. Aren’t you, Jackson?”
The stranger nodded and Miller’s focus turned to her. “You remember Jackson, baby, the guide we met at the ranger station? Why don’t we give him a little show?
You’ve always wanted to have an audience, haven’t you?” She shivered as she nodded, shaking with desire and excitement, fighting the urge she had to cover her nakedness.
He was young, twenties maybe. Shirtless, the guide’s toned body was already glistening with sweat. The flaps of his jeans were open, exposing his impressive erection. The man’s dick was big and hard, the tip of it wet, shining with the evidence of his arousal.
“Watch him. Keep your eyes on him. See what you do to him,” Miller murmured in her ear, only for her to hear.
Her husband’s hand left her breast, tapping her leg before curling his arm behind her thigh and lifting, placing her foot on the cooler, exposing her drenched pussy to their visitor.
The man hissed as she bared herself. “Damn that’s pretty.” Miller called out to him. “No touching, but you can come closer.” Oh yes, she’d like that please. Close enough to tempt and tease him, but no contact. Butterflies fluttering in her empty stomach, Carrie waited for the young man to come to her, her excitement growing with anticipation. Her man easing her apprehensiveness from behind, she’d be lying if she were to say she didn’t like how this scene was unfolding.
Jackson rolled to his feet and strode over, erect cock bobbing with every step, desire burning bright in his eyes. He dropped to his knees just before her, hand returning to his angry, red dick. Stroking it from root to tip, she watched as he tightened his hold just below the head, causing another drop of pre-cum to leak from the slit before he continued his jerking.
“See what you’re doing to him? He wants you so bad. Wants to be me. Isn’t that right, Jackson?”
“God, fuck yes.” His voice was hoarse, choking.
And that made her need intensify all the more. Much, much more.
“Please, Miller.” She whimpered and tipped her ass back, doing her best to urge him to stuff her full of cock.
“All right, baby. But eyes on Jackson, okay? Pretend he’s fucking you, touching you, pleasing you.”
She moaned, breath coming out in a deep exhale, focusing on the young man at her feet. He squeezed and stroked his cock as the other hand slid up his defined abs to palm his pec, pinching his nipple not unlike how Miller had pinched hers.
Not a moment too soon, there was a blunt tip at her opening, prodding for entrance. She relaxed the muscles of her excited cunt, relishing the initial parting of her swelling flesh, the sting of his big cock stretching her. He pushed, easing in, filling her inch by agonizing inch, giving her more and more of him until he was balls-deep inside.
Carrie opened her legs even farther to allow Miller greater access, while still granting Jackson a fuck show she didn’t think he’d soon forget. The rhythmic tapping against her clit soon fading away, her husband gripped her hips with both hands, holding her steady.
“I’m gonna fuck you so hard, baby. Now play with your pussy and show Jackson what you like.”
Oh, that loving husband of hers knew just what to say and how to say it. She’d dreamt of this more than once, having a stranger watch as Miller fucked her. She palmed a breast, harder than Miller would, giving her sensitive nipple a pinch of pain to go with the overwhelming pleasure mounting between her thighs. The sting pulled her back from the edge of her building release, affording her a few more minutes to enjoy teasing this young man nearly half her age. With her other hand, she petted her outer labia, skimming the surface, combing through the short hair that covered her there, then dipping back to rub her husband’s shaft where he penetrated her.
Miller hissed as he fucked her, pulling out a little before shoving his way back into her heat.
Carrie slid a single digit through her cream, gathered some of the abundant moisture, then spread it over her clit. She moaned with the contact, only to have it echoed by Jackson. His attention was fixed on the juncture of her thighs, shifting his gaze between where her husband filled her and where she pleasured herself.
She circled her clit and moved her hips in time with her husband’s thrusts, gaze focused squarely on the boy at her feet jerking himself off. For the briefest of moments his lustful stare met hers, desire etched in every tense line of his handsome face as he watched her getting fucked from behind.
Jackson—hard body and all—had a massive hard-on for her, an older woman with less than perfect body. And she dug it, ‘cause it felt nice being wanted by a younger man.
Pressure growing nicely in her sopping cunt, she wanted him to come for her…with her…
“Do you want to come, Jackson?” He licked his lips and nodded, intense gaze locked on her pussy. “Let me hear you say it.” She loved ordering him around, this kid who looked all but ready to explode, loved playing this game that their hectic jobs rarely afforded them.
“Yesss. I want to come.”
Miller nibbled just below her ear, whispering, “Having fun, dear?” He gave her a couple of quick, hard thrusts and she gasped. Groaning, she asked the handsome, twenty-something guide, “Yes what, little boy?” The young man dropped his gaze and looked up at her through his shaggy hair, tongue flicking out to moisten his chapped lips. Jackson widened his knees ever-so-slightly, a visible shiver working through his entire body. Oh, the boy liked this game.
“Yes, ma’am.”
Carrie’s pussy clenched around Miller’s cock in pure delight as the young man’s reply catapulted her to a level she’d yet to experience. She pushed her ass against her husband’s thrusts, over and over again, pleasuring her aching pussy against his lengthy shaft. Miller dropped his forehead to rest between her shoulder blades, hot breath puffing against her sweaty skin. “Take what you want, sweetheart. I want you to.” A secret smile formed inside her mind. When this sexcapade was over, she’d have to remember to thank her husband properly for this gift.
“Come closer, Jackson.”
Surprise skittered across his features before he scooted within reach, knees shuffling quickly over the grass.
Finger still covered in her cream, she slipped it from her slit, then leaned forward and placed it on his lower lip, enticing him to taste her essence. “Lick my pussy juice, sweet boy.”
Jackson’s tongue snaked out, flicked the tip of her finger, then the wet heat of his mouth engulfed the fast drying digit. He teased and tempted, warm flesh of his mouth and tongue dancing over her skin as his moans electrified her nerves, heightening the sensation she felt of being stuffed full of cock while a stranger sucked on her finger. She was
inside
him. Someone—for all intents and purposes—she did not know. He was willing to be violated by her, told what to do, and knowing that—somehow made her arousal soar.
Carrie curled her finger down, hooked it behind his lower teeth and used it to guide him forward, easing him off-balance and deep into her personal space. Slipping her finger free, she steered his mouth toward her pleasure-filled pussy. Mere inches separating his face from her cunt, she tilted his face up until his gaze was centered on her.
