by J D Russell

This is a true story.

Yesterday afternoon. I was sitting out by the pool as usual in the nude after our afternoon swim and two youths about eighteen or nineteen came to the screen enclosure and asked if we wanted our driveway pressure-cleaned for seventy-five bucks. It needed cleaning as it had been about a year since it had last been done and the algae had started to stain.

"That's a lot of money and we're a little short right now," Owen said. The kids had their eyeballs about out of their faces when they noticed that we were both sitting there on our chaise lounges totally nude. The older one said: "How much do you think it is worth?" and Owen said: "How about if I let both of you fuck my wife and you do the drive for free?"

That definitely got their attention and they promptly agreed that the price was just right. Owen told them to clean the driveway and then come back to the pool to swim and cool off before I would pay them with a fuck. Off they went, and about an hour later they came back having cleaned the driveway and the front walk as well. They then stripped off their clothes and dove into the pool naked until they had cooled down. When they were finished with their swim and dried off they came over and with each of them standing on the sides of my chaise they waved their dicks at my face for a little foreplay. That was all right with me as both of them were packing about seven inch and were as randy as young guys can be.

I began to suck on each of their dicks in turn until they looked like they wanted to come and only then did I learn that their names were Paul and Chris and that they were brothers working to earn money for college. I began to feel a little bad about screwing them out of college money so I gave them both blowjobs until they came all over my tits. I figured that at their ages they could get it up again and give me a ride so I could come too. Was I right about that?

I went in the house and brought them each a beer and told them to relax for a few minutes and drink their beers while I freshened up for them inside. When they were ready they were just to come to the sliding door of our bedroom and knock. Meanwhile Owen disappeared into the house to set up his video cam to record the action. We love to replay these tapes for our enjoyment later and it looked like these two guys could put on a show.

I was lying nude on my bed when Paul and Chris knocked a few minutes later and I motioned for them to come in and just lay out perfectly still on the bed. Paul was a little larger than Chris and he wanted to go first and just climbed up on the bed and began to insert his dick in my pussy when I told him to slow down and enjoy the fun. Obviously these boys weren't virgins, but they weren't experienced either.

Paul started to finger my pussy while Chris was sucking on my 38C tits – which always makes my pussy tingle – and I started to lubricate to the point that Paul figured I was ready and he placed his dick at my pussy lips and started to rub in circles until I grabbed his ass and pulled him home. He didn't hit bottom as he was only about seven inch but he buried his dick up to his pelvic bone and we were off on a fast missionary position while Chris continued to suck on my left tit. Owen was hiding in the closet and I could see him pointing his camera and smiling at me while I worked Paul in and out and squeezed his dick with my internal muscles until he came in a rush and leaked out on the bed. I handed him a towel and told him to clean up while I took on Chris. Now it was Paul's turn to suck on my tit while I let Chris climb aboard doggie style. I straddled Paul so he could suck my tits alternately and Chris thrust his slightly smaller dick into my well fucked and wet pussy from the rear. We took a little longer this time as I wanted to come at least twice and at that point I hadn't even had one orgasm.

Well, Chris might have been a little smaller but he had better moves and I was soon gushing cum out of my pussy and Chris was filling me up with his cum as well. At this point Owen came out of the closet with a couple of wash cloths and towels for the cleanup and the boys seemed to be okay with that. Lots of times when Owen watches my lovers they have a little trouble performing. In this case, eighteen or nineteen year old college kids were too hip to care.

Owen asked them to have a seat and watch a master at work. He then cleaned me up with his tongue and lifted me up by my legs and buried his nine inch dick in my still wet pussy. He had me screaming with an orgasm in under five minutes when he lay down on his back and lifted me on to his still hard dick for a ride they likes of which these kids hadn't seen before. I came two more times and was now worn out.

We felt bad about not paying the kids so Owen gave them fifty bucks and told them to come back again soon and do the pool deck as they looked shot for the day and I sure was.

After they left Owen and I watched the tape and had another afternoon of delight and then it was time to dress and go out to dinner. What a great day that was!

The Pool

© J D Russell (2008)

Jay Blotcher of Chronogram gives In A Dream a positive review in his Woodstock Film Festival rundown but that last line cuts deeeep.

* IN A DREAM (dir. Jeremiah Zagar)—A visually powerful meditation on the price of freedom and the downside of artistic genius. Philadelphia demi-legend Isaiah Zagar channeled his manic creativity into numerous art forms, including mosaic coverings of seven buildings, inside and out. But a tenuous hold on reality, even during the laissez-faire ’60s, made life hard for his wife and children. Son Jeremiah showcases his father’s inner and outer worldviews through kinetic montages of his huge body of work. Here is a loving but unsparing psychological portrait of a family in decay that also exposes the intimacy issues of the voyeuristic director.

Intrigued? Judge for yourself. Buy a ticket.

I started to believe that the only people who cared about these types of salacious celebrity stories were the journalists who report them. However, I have begun to rethink this somewhat. I tend to have this philosophy that society can basically be broken down into two basic groups: exhibitionists and voyeurs. Although, no doubt we all have a little of both in each of us, I think that perhaps we tend to lean towards one or the other.

It is why we buy tabloid magazines or watch shows like The Insider. Then there are the ones that really scrape the bottom of the barrel like Maury or Jerry Springer. They wouldn't be on the air if there wasn't a demand for them. Some people, however, have to watch. They thrive on it almost.

I will admit to you that I fall on the other side of the coin. I'm an exhibitionist. That doesn't mean, however, that I have a pole in the middle of my living room. It probably goes hand in hand with my passion for the arts. I am truly alive when I'm on stage. The rush of adrenaline right before the curtain goes up and everything is dark. The knowledge that all eyes are on me for that brief span of time and I'd best not screw it up....well, it's quite a rush.

I am in no way trying to psychoanalyze all of society, and there are of course exceptions to every rule. This is just my armchair observation of things as I see it.

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Às 20h30 do sábado, a peguei em sua casa e fomos fazer uma preliminar em um bar. Ela estava deliciosa com um vestido tubinho longo roxo. Mas o melhor ainda estava por vir. Resolvemos ir em direção ao clube. Chegando lá, como era nossa primeira vez, achamos meio estranho o local, mas entramos. Fomos conhecer a casa e paramos na sala voyeur. Estava lotada e o clima já estava quente.

Ela sentou na janela e começamos a conversar olhando os outros casais. Já havia um na nossa frente transando em uma espécie de colcha que estava no chão. Todos os casais ao lado já estavam se acariciando quando ela começou a me tocar. Transamos ali mesmo no sofá.

Depois, fomos procurar um quarto. Abri a porta para que todos os convidados pudessem se deliciar com a maravilha da minha namorada. Resolvemos ir embora, mas demos meia volta e retornamos ao clube. Fomos para a discoteca onde se encontravam alguns casais. Sentamos e começamos nos acariciar de novo. Um homem sentou ao nosso lado, perguntou se estava incomodando e nada respondemos. 
Depois ele saiu da sala e só restou eu, minha namorada e um outro casal.

A mulher se aproximou e disse que seu marido tinha achado minha namorada muito bonita, mas, na hora, minha parceira não queria trocar de casal, mas, morrendo de inveja da mulher que se insinuava para mim, topou a brincadeira e se entregou ao marido da outra. Foi inesquecível!!!"

André N. (nome trocado a pedido do entrevistado)

Fonte (créditos): Site TERRA - Redação Terra

Menage:
Sexo feito em grupo. Uma mulher e dois homens, um homem com duas mulheres... O que você prefere?

Exibicionista:
Ao contrário daquele que gosta de olhar, há aqueles que gostam de ser observados. As cabines envoltas por treliça servem pra isso. Enquanto um casal mais desinibido mostra sua performance dentro da cabine, os mais ávidospela observação (voyeurs) divertem-se do lado de fora...

A troca de casais propriamente dita:
Parece fácil... Parece que é só chegar no clube e pronto. Mas não funciona bem assim. Um casal tem que estar em comum acordo sobre o outro casal escolhido. Ou seja, você tem que gostar do marido do casal escolhido (e vice-versa), e seu parceiro tem que gostar da outra mulher. Escolha feita, é só partir para o ataque...

Fonte (créditos): Site TERRA - Daniela Noyori/Redação Terra