Chapter 1
"Well, what do you think about the idea?" I asked my wife Vanessa (or Vivi as everyone called her) late one Sunday evening last March.
"I don't know, Vic; I really don't," she shouted.
I followed her into the bathroom. Vivi had stripped down completely in the living room but I had been too busy adjusting the color TV to even notice. When I turned around to look at her, all I saw was a pile of her clothes sitting in the middle of the rug.
Vivi had walked pretty fast, and each time I turned a corner in our apartment, I caught sight of a sliver of her creamy back, her round ass, her strong, slim calves, and her narrow ankles and feet. I could feel my cock springing to life, and by the time I reached the bathroom, it was pressing hard against my pants. I tried to ignore my erection-for now at least; we had important things to discuss, and I wanted to get those out of the way first.
"I don't know," Vivi repeated, disappearing into the shower and slamming the glass door behind her.
Vivi always took showers whenever she had to think about something, and I could usually tell by how hard she slammed the door how serious she felt the problem was. This time the glass had rattled; it was critical.
I leaned against the wall opposite the shower, watching her silhouette. Vivi was tall, with a model's figure, except for her breasts, and, only recently, her ass. Her tits were high and firm, heavy and well-shaped. And big ... really big. Since she had started taking the pill a few years back they had gone from a C cup to a D, and that, let me tell you, is a lot of tit, even for someone of her size. Her areolas were a clear pink-brown, and the nipples were hard and pointed slightly. They begged to be sucked.
Vivi turned on the tap, reached down for the soap, and began to lather her long legs. Her tits swayed back and forth, like the clanger of a bell. Only it was my cock that was doing the ringing.
"Look, VM," I shouted over the sound of the running water, "if we don't do something fast we're going to lose even more business, and in times like this we simply can't afford it*
Vivi and I owned Skinner's Tours-at least controlling interest in it. We had gotten the ball rolling nine years before, after we returned from our third trip to Europe. Vivi and I had been teaching at the time, and we were both pretty fed up. We were itching to do something different, and package tours seemed to fit the bill. Money and a good time was what we wanted; teaching in New York gave us the first-to a point-but it was pretty low on the second.
Vivi's old man had some dough that he wanted to invest, and we had saved a couple of thousand. When we told him about our plans he was reluctant, but when we showed him the figures-and the profit he was likely to make-he perked up and handed us a check.
Now Vivi was soaping her cunt, rubbing it really hard. It was an excellent cunt-a cunt in a million. She had a thick blonde curly patch, long pink lips, and a clit that got big the second you touched it. Her tits jangled as she rubbed, and again my prick rang out
"But why do we have to go along?" she shouted back to me. "We fly out anyway to check on most of the tours."
"In the first place it's good PR: Skinner's Tours are supposed to be swinging, and we've always billed ourselves as swingers."
"Yeah," she said laughing; "they should only know."
I thought to myself if they only knew how much we were some of our customers would have convulsions. Vivi's father-the straightest guy in the East-would expire on the spot
"Having us along as guides would add a little something-especially if we went on the Skinner Special."
The Skinner Special was our most expensive tour: we charged $1,000 a head, and for that we had to give them something extra-and we usually did. Vivi and I had nicknamed the tour Sin Cities. It com- prised five cities-London, Paris, Borne, Amsterdam, and Copenhagen-and concentrated mainly on those places that the regular tourist only hears about when he gets home.
The tour was pretty titillating: in fifteen days we covered every strip show, blue movie theatre, brothel, sex fair, porn shop, homo bar, sex store, commune, and drug connection that we thought was worthwhile. Most of the spots were public, but along the way we had arranged a few private showings and parties.
Invariably the tour leader was some well-travelled bisexual stud (both Vivi and I had t6 try him out at the interview before we gave him the job), and if he didn't put his prick into at least five of the twenty cunts and assholes, then we knew that something was wrong.
So far nothing had gone wrong, but we weren't going to take a chance. Although business was generally bad at the moment, touring was booming. In fact, touring places were springing up so fast that we couldn't keep up with them. Some of them stayed on the tried and true paths, but many were adding their own "specials" and that is what scared the shit out of us. We didn't need imitation-or competition-in that area, but now we were beginning to feel a slight pinch.
Vivi started to soap her ass. Instead of doing a half-turn, she stood there, her back arched, her tits out, and her head thrown back. I started to peel off my clothes, my eyes on her butt. When we had first gotten married-almost ten years before-I was able to cup each cheek in my hands. Not that I had big hands, mind you-they're pretty average for my height-but Vivi's ass was small, like a kid's. It was nicely rounded, but a little flat all the same. She had spread a bit over the years, put on some weight, most of which ended up in her ass; she had a woman's ass now, and whatever she had then had become ripe-but not overripe. The extra layers were soft, but inside she was hard.
"Vic," she called, opening the shower door just enough for me to catch a glimpse of one of her tits. "But whatll happen if things go too well; what if people will want us along all the time? Anyway, I'm not as young as I used to be," she laughed (Vivi was thirty-one) "and those trips really wear me out. A Skinner Special-at least if we did it the way it should really be done-would tire me out for weeks."
"Ah come on, baby," I said, "you have more energy than anyone I know. Ill be the one wholl collapse in the end."
"Sure, sure," she mocked, "no one could beat your record for the long distance fuck. Just how many times did you do it on the first Skinner Special: twenty, thirty...."
"All right, all right, but I had to give it a dry run," I said, thinking about the jumble of boobs, pussies, pricks, balls, and assholes that had been offered to me on that one. I could taste the memory in my mouth.
"Cut it out, Vic-that was the wettest run Skinner's ever had. You practically needed an umbrella, raincoat, and galoshes to shield yourself from everyone's pices.*
"Yeah," I said, the memory transferring itself to my cock. "What was her name . . . Jessie, Jessie Munder, the one with the big hips. Now that lady... T
"Could fuck," we said in unison.
"Anyway," I said, opening the shower door and peering in. The water hit me in the face, but when I wiped it away, there was Vivi, her delicious body dripping and glistening, her tongue waving at me suggestively.
"Anyway," she said looking at my prick, her hazel eyes suddenly misty and her voice full and husky.
I ran my eyes over this fabulous piece of ass who, even after all these years, could still find things that would make me go wild with excitement. Drops of water dripped from each of her sumptuous tits and ran down her gently rounded hips. Her blond patch looked darker and very damp and inviting. I took a step forward and my cock erected with renewed vigor. Vivi reached out and patted it admiringly. My legs went a little limp and I took another step forward.
The shower was steamy and there was the distinct odor of sandalwood soap. Vivi's thick blonde hair stuck to her shoulders and looked, at first glance, like thin fingers on very long hands. She lifted her arms and pulled back her hair. Her tits rose, then dropped, giving off a slight spray of water that trickled onto her smooth, taut stomach. The downy hairs that led from her tiny navel to her patch had already dried and a few stood out.
"Mmmmmra," she whispered, turning off the taps with her left hand and stroking my now raging prick with her right. "You're so big," she said, her voice seeming to come from very far away. "Sooo big and hard," she added, almost wistfully.
"Vivi," I answered, coming closer to her, my blood pounding in my ears. The Skinner Special receded to the back of my mind.
"Yes," she said, drawing me into the shower, her hand upon the back of my neck.
I pushed open the door from the inside and stepped into the shower; there was about an inch of water on the floor and it washed over my toes and around my heels.
Vivi ran her hands over my shoulders, under my arms, and then around my back to a point a little above the beginning of the crease of my ass. She pressed her fingers into my sex center and moved towards me.
"Yes," she said, "yes," turning her slim body from side to side, her nipples lightly touching the hair on my chest. Within seconds her nipples became prominent and hard. She inched her way towards me till her tits pressed against my chest; I stepped a little to the right so that my hard prick fit in between her slim, water sparkling thighs. The rougher she rubbed her body against my own, the more my muscles tensed and my prick became inflamed.
"You're beautiful," I whispered to her, bringing my face near to hers and outlining her ear with my tongue. She smelled fresh and her body was warm.
"Fuck me" she whispered, "please fuck me."
"No, beautiful, not yet; you know what I want-blow me, blow me hard."
Vivi raised her arms and dug her nails into my shoulders; deftly she ran her fingers down my chest. She could scratch like a cat when she wanted to, but now she was tame and tender. Very tender.
She moved away slightly and began to knead my buttocks with her hands, every once in a while bringing her fingers forward and gently teasing the lower part of my stomach and the stem of my cock.
That's it, that's it," I said. "Go slowly now, and then...."
Vivi knew the way her sweet brutality affected me, and she wanted my erection to last as long as possible. Unlike a lot of women, she could stir me until I felt the first tremor of orgasm and then bring me all the way back to the rigidity of a new erection.
"Vic, Vic," she murmured, her hands now on my hips. She massaged them slowly with the tips of her fingers, her palms pulling back the skin of my lower belly.
I bent down and took one of her nipples, then the other, between my teeth. Her areolas were still wet from the water that had dripped down her shoulders. One by one I licked off the drops, stopping only intermittently to suck deeply on her nipples which by now were as hard as stones. I could feel her desires in my own body: it was as if we were made of one flesh, one bone, one blood.
"Please," she said urgently, but I continued to lick her areolas and then suck and bite her nipples.
"Please," she repeated, now clawing at my hips.
I looked up and into her eyes: they were ravenous with lust, but I knew that she could wait. I kissed her full lips, opening our mouths wide so that my tongue could have full play over her teeth and tongue. She moaned a low, deep moan, and I knew I was in control.
I reached down for her clit, first working my way through her thick, wet patch and then pouncing upon her pussy when she least expected it. She was wet and it wasn't only with water.
"Vivi, do it, do it now," I commanded her, my voice hardly above a thick whisper.
Again she moaned and grasped me by the shoulders. Slowly she slid down my chest, her tongue making a quick tour of my nipples, her breath hot on my body. It was only when her mouth reached out for my pounding prick that she let go, her fingernails lightly scratching the length of my arms.
She took my cock between her teeth and, while she ran her tongue over the tip, she bit down. I whimpered in pain and pleasure and she responded to my moans by opening the slit of my knob with her tongue.
"Do it, baby, do it, beautiful," I murmured, forc-ing her down on me.
Vivi took the whole of my stem into her mouth; I could feel the tip go all the way back to her throat. She sucked on it deeply, pulling my skin forward and back with her mouth and lips, twisting it, turning it, licking it.
I could feel her trembling with the urgency of my passion and I heard her moan and murmur, "I love it, I love your big prick." She grasped the lower part of my stem with one hand and gently ran her fingertips over the surface of my balls and then back to my anus.
"Fuck me, blow me," I said, my cock now pounding for release.
Vivi complied. She went down on me, then drew back, down on me, then drew back. Each time I could feel my knob hit the back of her throat; it bounded forward to meet it
Faster and faster she ravished me with her mouth, working up to an incredibly fast rhythm of sucks. "Vivi baby, come on, come on and do it," I said. "Fuck me, fuck my prick with your mouth."
Still she went faster, her mouth a perfect O. I thrust forward to meet her, again and again, my hands grasping her head, my fingers entwined in her hair.
"Yes, yes," she murmured, "your big, hard prick." Suddenly I felt myself rise up and her finger enter my asshole. We were like two pistons, plunging into one another.
"Oh Jesus," I exclaimed and then I exploded into her mouth with a force that threw her off balance for just one moment. But she hung on tight with her lips and her mouth, greedily accepting the stream of my life.
"Oooooo," I cried out. "Yeees, yeees."
She moaned deeply, desiringly, swilling each spurt of my come around my stem.
My chest heaved and I laughed. A final spasm shot out and then all was still. I heard Vivi swallow, and then I felt her lick up the remaining drops of come from my prick.
For some time afterwards we stayed in the shower, I with my legs apart and my hands on her head, and Vivi on her knees, her ear against my stem. The water gurgled and finally died out