Wild Women Hot Men Nights of Passion

I was interested in her black widow personality and decided that a relationship with her would be entertaining.
That night when we met, I took her to a hotel and she made her husband follow us to give her a ride home.
We laughed and had a great time making fun of her husband while he waited for two hours until I finished using his wife for my sexual pleasure.
Heading out for lunch I was looking forward to spending a few hours playing with Sherry at the country club.
I was sitting at the bar drinking a scotch when Sherry walked in.
She was lovely, Sherry was an exotic beauty and had Latina genes in her blood. She looked like that porn star, Savana Ginger, and was an insatiable exhibitionist and flirt.
Sherry loved showing off her hot body, being a cock tease, and making men hard with desire for her always got her excited.
I watched in the mirror as men drooled with lust and women reacted with envy, ‘working it’, as the girls say, until she arrived at my side.
She just stood there by my side, apparently ignorant of the attention she was getting. But we both knew that she was having fun showing everyone what she had available, and that it was here for me.
She was wearing a red cocktail dress, and it left very little for the imagination. It was obvious that she wasn’t wearing any underwear at all except for the patterned stockings and garter belt.
The dress hugged her hips tight, like a lover’s embrace, and that was as modest as it got. Two pieces of fabric, front and back joined together in a loop around her neck.
This created four wide slits that left her entire upper body exposed from the waist up. The front of the dress covered her breasts but you could see them exposed through the side slits. Her back was almost completely exposed showing off her sexy tramp stamp tattoo.
The dress had the desired effect it was designed for. It caused lust and envy from everyone that looked at her.
Sherry giggled. “You like it?”

“You could have just walked in naked,” I said.
“That wouldn’t have been as much fun,” Sherry pouted. “I like teasing them,” Sherry said.
“You’re such a dirty slut,” I said.
“Yes, but I’m only a slut for you,” Sherry teased.
“So you’re not a slut for your husband?” I pressed playing our favorite game.
“No, and you know it,” Sherry laughed. “Right now he’s slaving away at work, making money for me to waste on whatever frivolous thing that attracts my attention.”
“So, basically your husband bought that dress for me to admire.”
We laughed about that as Sherry shivered with excitement when she thought about what I said.
Sherry laughed. “That’s right! Damn I love the way you think. It makes my pussy so wet knowing that I buy sexy things for you and I deny him the pleasure of my body.”
“Damn that makes me hard!” I told Sherry.
She reached down and grabbed my crotch right there at the bar while everyone having lunch dates watched.
I looked at the bartender, “Randy tell our waitress we’re ready.”
“Yes, Mr Gantry, right away,” he said, watching the action with interest.
Our waitress appeared and directed us to a private room where our table was reserved.
Sherry led me into the room and I followed watching her ass swing in front of me. Thoughts of using her for our mutual pleasure invaded my mind as we reached our table.

From The Vixen (The Lust Boat series book 2). https://www.amazon.com/dp/B00LP3TURU | https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/22742443-the-vixen

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Being naughty is fun!

Meet me at the parking garage on Sacramento street in one hour,” Carl said,
“Okay,” I said.
“Wear that sexy blue dress, and some high heels, you know what I want,” Carl said.
“Yes I know what you want. You want to make me look like a whore for you in public,” I said.
“That’s right. You get off on being displayed as my toy. Don’t you?” Carl said.
“Yes. I’m wet thinking about you making me do nasty things,” I said.
“No underwear, just the dress and heels. Be there in an hour,” Carl said.
Carl ended the call, just like that. No goodbye, no more pleasantries. Just suit up and come to me like I told you.
My pussy was just gushing at the thought of what he would make me do at the parking garage.
Carl was very adventurous in his domination of me. He got a huge kick out of having sex in dangerous places. That made it very exciting being in San Francisco because there were many semi-public places to be naughty at.
I took a quick shower, dressed like Carl demanded, and rushed out the door. I didn’t want to be late.
I pulled into the parking garage a few minutes before he told me to be there. I was fingering my wet pussy, lost in thought when Carl knocked on the window.
“Jeez, you scared the crap out of me!” I said.
Carl laughed. “I wonder why. A sexy hot wife like you, masturbating in her car in a public parking garage. Her fingers coated with the cream of her lustful desire. Why would you be scared?”
“Because someone may catch me being naughty,” I said.
“That’s right, but you like that don’t you? It makes your pussy wet to think that you may get caught being a nasty slut,” Carl said.
I shuddered.
“Yes it does,” I said.
“Get out and suck my dick.”

The blue dress I was wearing had a loop around my neck that crossed in front with two straps. The dress had a large oval opening that exposed my neck at the top of my chest. It extended down to below my breasts.
The top bodice of the dress covered my large breasts, but because I wasn’t wearing a bra you could clearly see my puffy nipples pushing the fabric out in pointed peaks.
The oval opening was so large that if you were standing off to the side you could see my whole breast exposed. Dangling freely inside the dress, only the material prevented you from seeing my nipples. But you could clearly see the bottom of my exposed tit from the side very easily.
The dress ended at mid thigh only six or seven inches away from my pussy. It gave me modest cover if I was standing up, but if I bent over you would be able to see beaver shots of my exposed pussy.
I crouched down leaning back against the car for support knowing that I would need it when Carl began fucking my face. I spread my legs wide enough for him to stand between them, exposing my pussy as the dress rode up my thighs.
Carl was standing off to the side taking pictures of my exposure to him in the public parking garage. I was so excited that my juicing pussy was dripping with desire. Droplets of my cunt cream were already forming a small puddle underneath my hips on the dirty floor of the garage.
“Finger your pussy and pull your tits out,” Carl said still taking pictures.
“Look at you. A wife, someone else’s property practically begging me to use her as a cum dump for my pleasure,” Carl mocked me.
“Ooh!” I moaned as my body responded with an orgasm to him objectifying me like just some piece of meat available for his pleasure.
That’s exactly what I was at the moment. Just something with warm wet holes to be used by him.
“Take your rings off and put them on your necklace,” Carl said.
“What?”
“You heard what I said,” Carl replied with more force. “Take them off and put them on your necklace now.”
“Oh shit!” I mumbled.
I took my wedding and engagement rings off and put them on my necklace. I shuddered with another orgasm at the thought of Carl callously using the symbols of my marriage to satisfy his twisted fantasies.

From The Vixen (The Lust Boat series book 2). https://www.amazon.com/dp/B00LP3TURU | https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/22742443-the-vixen

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Teasing bikini babes in the hot tub

Vicky placed her phone back down on the table after receiving an update from the ship’s captain.
“Vicky, do you need to go wish your guests farewell?” I asked.
“No. That’s not necessary Jeff. I don’t even know some of the people on board. It’s not uncommon at all for someone to be aboard the Vixen for a week or more and not meet me,” She said dismissively.
Then she looked at me with a grin.
“There’s only one person aboard right now that has caught me in their arms.”
She and Amy looked at each other and began giggling like women that share secrets all over the world will do with each other.
I rolled my eyes at their impish display of emotion and the therapeutic effectiveness of their behavior on my current situation.
Suddenly Vicky jumped up from the table grabbing Amy as she turned toward the door.
“Come on Jeff, there’s a wonderful hot tub waiting for us.”
She announced over her shoulder as they disappeared out the door. I was lured away from the Blue Bar by a trail of giggles floating behind them like the Pied Piper of Hamelin from German legend.

Taking in the stunning sight before me as I approached the hot tub, the ladies began giggling louder between hushed whispers between them. Noticing my very apparent male reaction to their bodies the women were obviously appreciative of my approval.
Amy giggled. “What’s the matter Jeff? You don’t like what I was hiding under my wrap?”
What’s not to like. The bikini she was wearing was little more than publicly legal lingerie. Though in many places around the world it would be questionable wearing two tiny pieces of fabric like that. But I don’t think that very many men would complain about it at all.
“I’m just wondering where your weapon is concealed,” I dead panned.
“You’re a perv, you know that boss,” Amy said, barely keeping a grin off her face.
I continued with the playful conversation. “I’m just a simple, honest man, Amy.”
“Oh pig pooh!” Vicky said. “You enjoy playing with Pink Power just as much as we do. You naughty boy! You’re just as much of an incorrigible voyeur as we are exhibitionists.”
“Yes I am,” wagging my eyebrows at the women.
We were in the middle of a new giggling fit when Cherry appeared with a fresh round of drinks for us. She discretely disappeared again when she finished seeing to our immediate needs.
I took a moment to marvel at the professionalism of the people that Vicky had surrounded herself with. I knew from past experience that the Vixen employed a staff of over 30 people. The ship was run like any world class resort, providing her guests with a pleasurable experience.
Being aboard the Vixen made the realities of every day life fade away like the lighting of a good opera house. Holding you warmly in the shadows of its stomach while you enjoyed the presentation of the evening onstage.
Looking around after joining the ladies in the hot tub I noticed that we were centered on the port side of a swimming pool that looked like it was 30 feet across. We weren’t outside on the upper deck because it had a heliport, so I guessed that we were one or two decks below.
Vicky asked. “Well? Which one?”
The question surprised my out of my momentary wandering thoughts.
“What?”
The ladies looked at each other giggling.
Vicky asked with a smirk. “Which one is better? Mine or Amy’s?”
“Which one what?”
“You’re not doing much for our self confidence when you wander off like that,” Amy said.
I moaned rolling my eyes. “Yeah. Right! Like either one of you bubbling bunnies needs your ego stimulated by some old sour puss like me.”
Two pair of lips poked out at me with sensual teases of fake pouts.
Vicky asked. “Which one of us has the best ass?”
“Well, that’s a subject that requires further study.”
Amy snapped. “Oh really? And just what are the requirements of this further study?”
Grinning I knew that we were entering a devious game of flirting. I had been skilfully manipulated by these enchanting women to have more fun with them if I so desired.
“Well, the first requirement is grading the jello test. It’s a multiple part test designed to indicate the bubblisciousness of your booty.
“Your what! Bubbly-nesh-ess,” Vicky said, exasperated at me. “Is that even a word? You’re making this crap up.”
“No, of course not!” Keeping a straight face. “It’s a jiggle factor test.”

“Jiggle factor?” Amy said.
“Yes, the jiggle factor, is an indicator of a healthy bubble butt.”
The ladies looked at each other moaning and rolling their eyes.
Vicky jumped up out of the hot tub. Laughing at me watching her body. Another jiggle factor test unfolded before my eyes as her barely contained breasts bounced around with a life of their own.
Her smirk grew into a full blown smile as she watched my eyes followed her bouncing boobs.
“You’re so full of shit, Jeff,” Vicky managed to say between gasps of laughter.
“So what is the first part of this jiggle factor test?” Amy asked as she also got out of the hot tub to join Vicky now standing in front of me.
“Well, the first part is you walk around so I can view the optimal hip rotation. Think of it like walking the gang plank.”
“You mean like walking the runway, modeling for a bikini fashion show?” Vicky said.
“Exactly!”
“Like I said, you’re a perv,” giggled Amy.
“Hey! You’re the ones that asked me to judge who has the best ass,” I said. “I’m just trying to provide some objective guidelines to make a proper judgment.”
“Yeah right!” Vicky said. “We didn’t think you’d make a little pervo game out of it. I thought we could have some fun teasing and embarrassing you.”
I laughed. “How’s that working out?”
Amy grinned. “Not like we expected. Now we have to play along with your twisted game to find out the answer.”

From The Vixen (The Lust Boat book 1) https://www.amazon.com/dp/B00LK0TTKG | Goodreads https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/22711110-the-vixen

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