weirderone
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The continuing episodes or should I say escapades of my very sexy mature buxom blonde wife continued when we were recently out of town again with friends from her office. Another conference where they worked hard during the day, and played hard in the evenings on the dance floor and in the resort bars.
Once again, after a day of seminars, with me also attending as the dedicated spouse I am, Sammy and I ventured into the bar after dinner with various people. Sammy was feeling good as she unwound from the day with wine, her favorite, and had changed into appropriate cocktail attire sporting her typical short skirt with her black nylons held up with a garter belt, spiked sandals, and a bit too tight white top with a plunging neckline accenting her deep cleavage quite nicely, especially given her decision to go bra-less and feel more relaxed, with the back virtually bare except where there was a small bow at the base of her back where the blouse was tied off.
The table we were all sitting at, 8 of us including 5 guys and three women, was fairly tight so we all had to sit quite close to fit. Two of the women were, like Sammy and I, married to two of the guys, with the other two guys close associates of hers from the office. All of us were getting pretty tipsy and as happens, the conversations and topics got more and more suggestive as the evening wore on and the liquor flowed. Dancing was ongoing, with the three women getting more than their fair share of time on the floor, with the two unattached men also giving other ladies in the bar their attention but also dancing with the three married women at our table.
Finally, the other two couples retired, with the women commenting that while they were going to bed, they could tell they weren’t going to sleep given the obvious attention their bodies had been getting. We all laughed as they left and wished them well, leaving Sammy and I with the two younger office males. I could tell Sammy was in the mood to push the limits with her office mates and apparently decided to paint some images for them based on their roaming hands on the dance floor. Sammy immediately became the center of attention, much to her delight I could tell, and now well on her way in terms of tipsiness, commented to the three of us that this is a “stacked” situation with her being the only female with three obviously horny men. We all gasped a bit on our drinks as she said the obvious, but we all commented that it was that kind of night. One of the guys commented further that it was interesting her use of the term “stacked” given the top she was wearing. We all laughed.
She went on, turning to me and asking if I knew that these two young men had been innocently “copping a few feels” during the slow dances with her? I commented that I did not know, but I had presumed like any red blooded male dancing with such a curvaceous woman, they probably had pushed the limits. The two guys apologized, saying they didn’t really think they had gone too far in terms of putting their arms and hands on her, but that it sure was wonderful regardless. Sammy commented to them that they seemed intent on making sure she was constantly jumping as they moved their hands up and down her bare back, touching some very ticklish spots including her mid-back and ribs, and it was all she could do to not burst out laughing on the dance floor. They both commented they didn’t know she was so ticklish, and wish they had known! We all laughed but Sammy was on fire with the following the essence of the conversation…
“Oh, you boys would love to see how ticklish I am wouldn’t you?” Turning to me, she said “My husband here likes to play games, with me sometimes as the playee rather than player don’t you dear? And he knows I can’t stand to be tickled, so you bad boys were pushing it for sure out there on the dance floor.” With that, she got up to go to the powder room, leaving the three of us guys with our mouths kind of gaping. Sammy was playing with them like a cat with a mouse…
As she left, her short skirt displayed her very long thighs in those black stockings that drive me nuts, with her braless chest almost jumping out of the blouse when she leaned to get out of the booth. While gone, I commented to them that she is in a playful mood tonight, so they might as well just go along with her teasing conversation as I’m sure it was conjuring up images said I. They both commented that they had to admit, it is fun to find women’s most ticklish spots to punish them for their teasing. I laughed and said well, who knows where the evening will go but she did indeed deserve a bit of punishing it seemed to me. By then, she came back to the booth, and slid in between the three of us.
Sammy said, “I’ll bet you boys were talking about me weren’t you? I saw you watching my legs and ass as I walked away. We women have no chance with you men in terms of keeping things fair. Especially as horny as you all obviously are. And when I have to cross my legs like this…” dangling her leg as she crossed her left leg over her right leg, “it doesn’t help your situation does it? Or when I lean forward to get my wine, don’t think I don’t notice your eyes following my growing cleavage, you poor babies!”
She went on then, and said, “you know, light tickling can be kind of fun, a little here, a little there, but I’ll bet that isn’t what you boys are thinking about now are you? You’re thinking you want to get me in a position where you can just play and play, and watch me squirm while I can’t do anything to stop you as you both tickle me all over; am I correct you naughty boys? And by the way, that includes you my horny husband…” And then, as she leaned forward, she said to all of us…”Just think of that image you guys, my blouse all askew, my skirt even shorter than it is as I squirm to your tickling, begging you to stop…oh yes, I’m seeing your eyes get bigger right now you naughty boys…”
They both look at each other and one of them said, “well, I can’t speak for Bill here, but you seem to be reading my mind!” Bill immediately jumped in and said “I can’t think of anything better right now, a very sexy lady, mercilessly prick teasing us, having you restrained while we find the most ticklish spots on your body, letting you know that this is what happens to prick teasing ladies! No rape, hate that, but tickling you all over….that would be exactly a perfect example, it seems, of you getting a bit of what you are putting us through, pure torture! But, as I look at your ample chest, I see your nipples seem to be liking what you yourself are describing, and you are indeed a tease…”
Sammy just shook her head, and said how unfair, that she and others just like to have fun, and she admitted, she continues to learn from people like them what goes on in men’s minds as they interact. But then she leaned forward and said, in a very sexy voice, “I hope you boys can sleep tonight knowing that I have indeed been “restrained” before, for just the reasons you have said, and punished for my prick teasing, much to my surprise.”
She continued in a very sexy voice, “And you should know that I’ll bet when I was restrained, I fulfilled every image going through your minds right now as I’m a crazy lady when I’m tickled hard…think about that! Doesn’t that just drive you poor boys nuts, thinking about me in this short skirt, in this tight blouse, perhaps spread eagled, and just getting worked over in every ticklish part of this sensitive body. Oh, I’ll bet that image is going to keep you up, no pun intended, tonight!”
“But you men continue to confirm that tickling us poor women is indeed a way to punish us for teasing, but of course, we continue to punish you as well!”
With that, she leaned forward, said take a last look, and thanked them for the foreplay on the floor, and the foreplay here in the booth, and grabbed me and headed upstairs. I winked at the guys, Sammy not knowing that when she had excused herself to the powder room, I had told them she indeed needed some punishing, and I would leave the door slightly ajar for them to come into our room and partake in the punishment.
Sure enough, when Sammy had disrobed down to her garter belt and black nylons, and she had left her high heels on which I love, and I was in the process of playfully tickling her during our overall foreplay, she felt her arms being gently moved above her head, her legs being held down, and realized that there was more than me in the room. We commenced to teach her, telling her she was going to be screaming for the mercy and release that we all craved, and with that, off came her high heels, and the three of us commenced to gradually build up the tickling torture until she was begging us to stop, stroking her feet, her ribs, her pits, inside her thighs, all at once, eliciting her promising us various sex acts if we would stop. That led to her obliging all of us several times over during the night as the tickling shifted to a good old fashioned gang bang with Sammy seeming to enjoy it as much or more than we three did.
In the morning, she commented slyly that she hoped she was a good student, because she indeed came away with more knowledge than she had before the night had commenced, but that “(she) might need a little more teaching…” What a hottie…
Once again, after a day of seminars, with me also attending as the dedicated spouse I am, Sammy and I ventured into the bar after dinner with various people. Sammy was feeling good as she unwound from the day with wine, her favorite, and had changed into appropriate cocktail attire sporting her typical short skirt with her black nylons held up with a garter belt, spiked sandals, and a bit too tight white top with a plunging neckline accenting her deep cleavage quite nicely, especially given her decision to go bra-less and feel more relaxed, with the back virtually bare except where there was a small bow at the base of her back where the blouse was tied off.
The table we were all sitting at, 8 of us including 5 guys and three women, was fairly tight so we all had to sit quite close to fit. Two of the women were, like Sammy and I, married to two of the guys, with the other two guys close associates of hers from the office. All of us were getting pretty tipsy and as happens, the conversations and topics got more and more suggestive as the evening wore on and the liquor flowed. Dancing was ongoing, with the three women getting more than their fair share of time on the floor, with the two unattached men also giving other ladies in the bar their attention but also dancing with the three married women at our table.
Finally, the other two couples retired, with the women commenting that while they were going to bed, they could tell they weren’t going to sleep given the obvious attention their bodies had been getting. We all laughed as they left and wished them well, leaving Sammy and I with the two younger office males. I could tell Sammy was in the mood to push the limits with her office mates and apparently decided to paint some images for them based on their roaming hands on the dance floor. Sammy immediately became the center of attention, much to her delight I could tell, and now well on her way in terms of tipsiness, commented to the three of us that this is a “stacked” situation with her being the only female with three obviously horny men. We all gasped a bit on our drinks as she said the obvious, but we all commented that it was that kind of night. One of the guys commented further that it was interesting her use of the term “stacked” given the top she was wearing. We all laughed.
She went on, turning to me and asking if I knew that these two young men had been innocently “copping a few feels” during the slow dances with her? I commented that I did not know, but I had presumed like any red blooded male dancing with such a curvaceous woman, they probably had pushed the limits. The two guys apologized, saying they didn’t really think they had gone too far in terms of putting their arms and hands on her, but that it sure was wonderful regardless. Sammy commented to them that they seemed intent on making sure she was constantly jumping as they moved their hands up and down her bare back, touching some very ticklish spots including her mid-back and ribs, and it was all she could do to not burst out laughing on the dance floor. They both commented they didn’t know she was so ticklish, and wish they had known! We all laughed but Sammy was on fire with the following the essence of the conversation…
“Oh, you boys would love to see how ticklish I am wouldn’t you?” Turning to me, she said “My husband here likes to play games, with me sometimes as the playee rather than player don’t you dear? And he knows I can’t stand to be tickled, so you bad boys were pushing it for sure out there on the dance floor.” With that, she got up to go to the powder room, leaving the three of us guys with our mouths kind of gaping. Sammy was playing with them like a cat with a mouse…
As she left, her short skirt displayed her very long thighs in those black stockings that drive me nuts, with her braless chest almost jumping out of the blouse when she leaned to get out of the booth. While gone, I commented to them that she is in a playful mood tonight, so they might as well just go along with her teasing conversation as I’m sure it was conjuring up images said I. They both commented that they had to admit, it is fun to find women’s most ticklish spots to punish them for their teasing. I laughed and said well, who knows where the evening will go but she did indeed deserve a bit of punishing it seemed to me. By then, she came back to the booth, and slid in between the three of us.
Sammy said, “I’ll bet you boys were talking about me weren’t you? I saw you watching my legs and ass as I walked away. We women have no chance with you men in terms of keeping things fair. Especially as horny as you all obviously are. And when I have to cross my legs like this…” dangling her leg as she crossed her left leg over her right leg, “it doesn’t help your situation does it? Or when I lean forward to get my wine, don’t think I don’t notice your eyes following my growing cleavage, you poor babies!”
She went on then, and said, “you know, light tickling can be kind of fun, a little here, a little there, but I’ll bet that isn’t what you boys are thinking about now are you? You’re thinking you want to get me in a position where you can just play and play, and watch me squirm while I can’t do anything to stop you as you both tickle me all over; am I correct you naughty boys? And by the way, that includes you my horny husband…” And then, as she leaned forward, she said to all of us…”Just think of that image you guys, my blouse all askew, my skirt even shorter than it is as I squirm to your tickling, begging you to stop…oh yes, I’m seeing your eyes get bigger right now you naughty boys…”
They both look at each other and one of them said, “well, I can’t speak for Bill here, but you seem to be reading my mind!” Bill immediately jumped in and said “I can’t think of anything better right now, a very sexy lady, mercilessly prick teasing us, having you restrained while we find the most ticklish spots on your body, letting you know that this is what happens to prick teasing ladies! No rape, hate that, but tickling you all over….that would be exactly a perfect example, it seems, of you getting a bit of what you are putting us through, pure torture! But, as I look at your ample chest, I see your nipples seem to be liking what you yourself are describing, and you are indeed a tease…”
Sammy just shook her head, and said how unfair, that she and others just like to have fun, and she admitted, she continues to learn from people like them what goes on in men’s minds as they interact. But then she leaned forward and said, in a very sexy voice, “I hope you boys can sleep tonight knowing that I have indeed been “restrained” before, for just the reasons you have said, and punished for my prick teasing, much to my surprise.”
She continued in a very sexy voice, “And you should know that I’ll bet when I was restrained, I fulfilled every image going through your minds right now as I’m a crazy lady when I’m tickled hard…think about that! Doesn’t that just drive you poor boys nuts, thinking about me in this short skirt, in this tight blouse, perhaps spread eagled, and just getting worked over in every ticklish part of this sensitive body. Oh, I’ll bet that image is going to keep you up, no pun intended, tonight!”
“But you men continue to confirm that tickling us poor women is indeed a way to punish us for teasing, but of course, we continue to punish you as well!”
With that, she leaned forward, said take a last look, and thanked them for the foreplay on the floor, and the foreplay here in the booth, and grabbed me and headed upstairs. I winked at the guys, Sammy not knowing that when she had excused herself to the powder room, I had told them she indeed needed some punishing, and I would leave the door slightly ajar for them to come into our room and partake in the punishment.
Sure enough, when Sammy had disrobed down to her garter belt and black nylons, and she had left her high heels on which I love, and I was in the process of playfully tickling her during our overall foreplay, she felt her arms being gently moved above her head, her legs being held down, and realized that there was more than me in the room. We commenced to teach her, telling her she was going to be screaming for the mercy and release that we all craved, and with that, off came her high heels, and the three of us commenced to gradually build up the tickling torture until she was begging us to stop, stroking her feet, her ribs, her pits, inside her thighs, all at once, eliciting her promising us various sex acts if we would stop. That led to her obliging all of us several times over during the night as the tickling shifted to a good old fashioned gang bang with Sammy seeming to enjoy it as much or more than we three did.
In the morning, she commented slyly that she hoped she was a good student, because she indeed came away with more knowledge than she had before the night had commenced, but that “(she) might need a little more teaching…” What a hottie…
