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In Hawaii
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In Hawaii
This is a true story, an experience I had some time ago. There's no
fucking, but I found the situation very erotic. This was about 13 years
ago, over in Hawaii. I lived off-base in a studio apartment, with a
girl I worked with, and of course, loved with. My friend Ken lived a
short distance away with his wife, Debbie, a very pretty blonde (about
18 or 19). We were all pretty good friends and chummed around a lot,
and I must admit I had a secret hardon for Debbie. One night, Ken and
I were talking about girls and sex and fucking 'n stuff, and I said
something about it would be kind of erotic to see him fucking my lover,
Linda. He agreed. He also mentioned that his wife really liked me and
wanted to go to bed with me. Instant erection. We tried to think of a
way to "swap" but never came up with an adequate idea. However, we did
come up with an idea where we might be able to check out each other's
mates naked, which I guess is the next best thing to being there. It
was the mid-70's, I had this enormous 4' blacklight and some
flourescent(sp?) day-glo paints, so we thought, well, maybe if we all
had a few drinks (or a lot of drinks) the girls would agree to a little
"paint party," letting us paint their bodies. Debbie agreed heartily to
the idea and was willing to lay there completely nude for the fun, but
Linda, a New England-brought-up-prude, would only go along with it if
the girls left their panties on. She WOULD bare her breasts though.
So, the final agreement was this: Each of us would get painted, one at
a time, the men first, and the men would be totally nude. Both girls,
together, would paint each man while the other man sat in a chair in the
corner, back turned to the activities. Then it would be the womens'
turn, one at a time, similar setup. The paintee would be blindfolded.
Much of it is now foggy in my memory, but I remember getting painted was
extremely stimulating, sexually and I freely and unabashedly produced an
erection. Someone was playing with my balls, which I found out later,
was done not by MY gal. I also seem to recall Ken's wife planting a
couple of small kisses on the head of my cock, which ended up being
painted with a bulls-eye I believe. It was so sensuous, laying there
and letting these two women touch me, although it wasn't quite as sexual
as I would have wished. When we men were both painted, we all admired
the "artwork" which was colorfully displayed in day-glo shades. They
had painted Ken's schlong as a barber pole, which I found quite
humorous. The only art I really remember was that the girls had drawn
spurting cocks on both of us, along with a number of humorous and dirty
words. Now it was time to do up the girls. I don't particularly recall
doing Linda, except for being quite turned on seeing Ken placing his
fingers and paintbrush on her body, especially her small breasts and
nipples. I think he might have even licked her tit a couple of times.
When she was done, it was time to do Debbie, the moment I had so waited
for all evening. She had longish blonde hair, pretty face, long legs
and a wonderful tan. Her breasts weren't large, but they were very well
formed and firm. She must have been turned on by all this because her
nipples were very hard, and it sure weren't cold, nosiree.. Although
her tits held my fascination for quite some time, it was the white,
cotton panties covering her crotch, glowing bright blue in the
blacklight that really held my attention. I fantasized a lot about the
young mound hidden beneath, so close, yet so far away. We painted her
well, and really took our time. This was something I wanted to last.
She willingly spread her legs quite wide so we could paint her inner
thighs and I just couldn't take my eyes off that flat area between her
legs. I can't say for sure now, but it seems there was the hint of a
wet spot down there. I wanted so badly to rip off those panties and
bury my tongue in her hot cunt. Her phermones must have been working
overtime on me. My breathing quickened and was labored, and I'm sure my
hardon was swelling more, cracking the paint job on it. For the most
part I behaved myself though, just painting, but this was very critical
work so of course I had my face very, very close, taking in the smells
and warmth of this young female body. As I said, I behaved myself, for
the most part, but I could not resist the temptation to touch her as
close as I could. With her legs spread like this, I took my finger and
ran it gently along the edge of her panties, parallel to her slit. It
was very erotic to do this to her, another man's wife, just a bare half
inch or so from her lovely tunnel. After that I settled down some, but
it was hard (pun intended).
When we finished with Debbie, we had another drink and took pictures of
our creations (unfortunately they didn't turn out very well, due to the
blacklight being the only light source and all - shutter speed was too
low). Then came the big question - how to remove all this paint we were
covered with. It was decided we would all hop in the shower together.
This was hard to agree upon because of Linda not wanting to be
completely naked in front of Ken, but she finally agreed, if the
bathroom light stayed off. The positions in the shower would be
boy-girl-boy-girl, starting at the shower head with Linda, then Ken,
then Debbie, and lastly myself. Ken would "wash" Linda's front and vise
versa, and I would do Debbie, etc. I was secretly hoping Ken would try
(and succeed) fucking Linda up there, and he did try, but she stopped
him. In the rear, I washed Debbie's front, slowly, sensuously, kneading
and rubbing her breasts. I gave her a short, wet frenchkiss (didn't
want Linda seeing me enjoying this woman) and licked her nipples. She
washed my chest and did a very thorough job cleaning my cock with her
soapy hands. Very close to a hand-job, but I didn't come. Since she
was being so nice to me, I cleaned her inner thighs, got the soap rinsed
off my hand and let my hand travel to the apex of her legs. Her cunt
was incredibly wet and slippery with her juices and I could have stood
there all night sliding my fingers back and forth between her labia. I
didn't get the chance to eat her, but she did allow me to finger-fuck
her for a little while. I don't know if she was a normally "vocal"
lover, but she had the good sense to keep quiet in this particular
situation. Anyway, there is something highly erotic about having one's
finger(s) sliding in and out of a woman's cunt while her husband and
your girlfriend are inches away. It was indeed an enjoyable experience,
but alas, that is where it ended.
A small, enjoyable postscript to all this came the next day. We were
all going to Hanauma Bay for a picnic, and Linda & I had gone over to
pick them up. They weren't quite ready to go yet - Debbie hadn't
changed her top. So, right in front of me (and Linda) she removed her
shirt, then traversed the livingroom to get her swimsuit top. It was
daylight of course and she was magnificently beautiful with her perky
young tits fully exposed like that. I think it pissed Linda off, but
what the fuck, *I* enjoyed the show!
I know this wasn't a threesome/foursome or swinging in the usual sense,
but god was it ever a hot time. Hope you enjoyed it!
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