Reflecting on Hedonism 6 Months Later!

It has been six months since my girlfriend and I took our vacation to Jamaica and the Hedonism 2 resort.  I wrote several blogs about our “adventures” at Hedonism shortly after our return but I’m back to tell you that six months later the adventure continues to live in our heads and has been a large part of our fantasies and titillation.  Through a series of conversations and Truth or Dare challenges we have teased out what we each were thinking during these adventures and filled in the gaps for what one or the other of us didn’t know at the time.

As a reminder, my girlfriend is in to the energy of being with two men, or being watched being lusted after by a man (or two) in front of other men.  Me – I’m really into her sexuality, and her lust, and so I don’t have a problem with this.  In fact, it’s a turn on.

You may recall my describing an evening at the hot tub where I ate her pussy repeatedly to fully nine hard orgasms while several men looked on appreciatively – commenting afterward “that was awesome”.

Or, you may recall our meeting a friendly Brazilian at the resort with whom we enjoyed some pleasant conversation and ultimately explained her desire of experiencing the energy of two men.  How we invited him to return to the hot tub outside of our room for what I have started calling Session 1.  This began with my girlfriend sitting on the edge of the hot tub and me eating her pussy while he initially watched but then came closer touching her tits and body.  What I didn’t know at the time but which came out in subsequent conversations was that she was also stroking his cock with her foot as I ate her pussy – a cock she described as already very hard.

After making her cum I retreated to the other side of the hot tub and he asked if he could have a turn eating her pussy which we both agreed to.  I stroked my cock watching her hooded eyes as he made a meal of her tits and pussy.  However, she didn’t cum and I found out afterward that she found his tongue a bit too rough as compared to me.

We went inside and she cleared a space for him to sit before she and I got on the bed and she sucked my cock.  She purposely turned her ass toward him to give him a good view. He asked with a gesture whether he might approach her from behind which I agreed to and he came over and started to lick her asshole.  Afterward she told me that she was surprised as to how hot this was for her.  Eventually I wanted  to fuck her and she turned around and I entered her from behind our guest having returned to his seat to watch.  After I fucked her pussy for awhile she invited him to approach the bed and as he did she took his cock in her mouth and started to suck it.  While I had once seen her get her pussy eaten by another man for a special birthday erotic massage gift, this was the first time I had watched her eagerly take another cock in her mouth.  It made me fuck her harder.  Afterward she told me that she really liked having his cock in her mouth.  It was big and had a bend to it that she liked.  She also told me that sucking it made her want to take it in her pussy (which she didn’t do).  We continued with this split roast position until I overheated and pulled out for a minute expecting to continue to watch but this caused the two of them to stop as well.  At that point our new friend left and I fucked her some more with the recollection of all that had just happened fresh in my mind.

In Session 2 later the same day we had a second rendezvous with our South American fellow.  After dinner and during the nightly entertainment we ran in to him.  More conversation and a bit of teasing – particularly when I lifted up the back of her skirt and showed him her ass.  In fact, while out on the deck with the two of them I really wanted for he and I to strip off her clothes and ravage her from the front and back.

She decided that she wanted to invite him back to the room but explained to him very bluntly that she was interested to suck his cock again but that he shouldn’t expect to fuck her pussy.  She later told me that she didn’t want to set up any false expectations and could always change her mind later if she wanted to.  That session involved her getting naked (which we both did too) and her taking turns sucking our cocks.  I noticed she spent an extra bit of time sucking on his cock I think enjoying the feel of a new cock and girth in her mouth.  Once again I fucked her from behind on the bed while he stood in front of her and got his cock sucked and jerked.  She was having orgasm after orgasm which only made me want to fuck her harder.  As earlier I pulled out to watch for a minute telling her to “finish him off”.  He wasn’t able to cum that way but mostly I think he was angling to fuck her pussy.  When that wasn’t happening and I was back fucking her again he slipped out the door saying “hava the good sex”.  I fucked her to orgasm, both hers and mine.

Unfortunately that was our last night there.  We both agreed that had we had a subsequent day at the resort we would have engaged with him again and this time she would have let him fuck her with that big bendy cock.  This would have been Session 3 – with all of the pussy licking and cock sucking as in earlier sessions but this time she would have gotten fucked by two cocks.  Sometimes when we are having sex now I will pull out of her pussy and tell her that it is him now entering her cunt and we both fantasize that being so.  I think she sort of regrets not fucking that big cock when she had the opportunity.

I had a Session 4 in mind for the evening of that next day which I have now expressed to her.  In Session 4 I give a bit of space to she and him – perhaps the three of us getting sexy in the hot tub but this time I stay behind in the hot tub for awhile and the two of them go to the bed – I can see them but I’m giving a bit of space.  In this way maybe she can direct him to how she likes her pussy licked and he could perhaps be a bit more aggressive perhaps fucking her mouth (she told me she would have liked that) and of course the freedom to fuck in various positions without me jumping in immediately.  Then, when I couldn’t take it anymore I would join in and either cum in her mouth or fill her red sensitive and used pussy with my cum. 

Going again in two months.  Can’t wait to see what adventures that trip brings.

A moment of voyeurism

Occasionally I enjoy a martini in this comfortable little bar I know and work out potential topics to write about — gin, dry, with three olives. It’s a nice place to stoke the imagination, massage creativity, and engage in interesting conversation.

It’s early and there are only a few people that have settled in with friends. I’m enjoying my martini and watch the women that, through happenstance, come into view. I write at the back of the bar and have full view of those who come in or decide to stay out on the patio — a beautiful blonde looking for a drink and a quiet place to read has just asked for a seat. I smile as I ask myself if I’d fuck her.

She likes gin she says — there is something about her voice that has me decide I’d fuck her; I image how she sounds when she cums.

Two women at the front have decided to settle the bill and come to the bar. They intensely review the bill and pay; one of them loves the bar so much she takes a picture and shows her friend as they leave. They are pretty but I decide I wouldn’t really want to fuck either of them.

A couple on the other side of the bar are seducing each other in conversation — sometimes they are loud enough to hear over the quiet music from the ceiling speakers, but more often their whispers are lost to my imagination. I imagine her sucking his cock later and then fucking him until they both cum.

The blonde is now intently reading her book — a black bra strap has fallen from her shoulder and I imagine firm breasts and nipples quietly waiting.

 I think of you for a moment; then go back to my writing.

The whispering couple is leaving — as I watch them go, I decide she probably doesn’t like to suck his cock. She will fuck him later out of a sense of obligation and most likely think of something else as she does.

The owner is now behind the bar talking to the bartender; a sure sign it’s about to get busier. Her dark hair is up in a ponytail and I think she has new glasses — I will ask when I get the chance. I go back to writing as I imagine what she tastes like. Gingerly I skewer the last olive in the glass, put it in my mouth and bite into it; I decide it’s time to find my way. I motion for the bill and am greeted with a smile.

I would definitely fuck her, even more so than the blonde who has also just asked for the check.

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Shaping cock

She would inevitably get on top of me and I would watch her lips spread as she took my cock — she would rest her hands on my chest and slowly shift herself up and down grinding into me.

I would watch as she found her rhythm and close her eyes. She would shake her head ever so slightly if I attempted to thrust into her — she wanted complete control and I gave it to her.

Watching her ride me was sublime; the folds of her lips pressing against my skin, the feel of her cunt taking in my cock and the slight contortions of her face as she savoured the feeling. Inevitably her eyes would open and her lips would part with a slight smile as she came for the first time — she always came quietly but the intensity increased as she continued to press into me harder; the contractions of her orgasms gripped my cock tighter.

As we continued to lose ourselves into our lovemaking, inescapably I would whisper,“Yes baby, shape my cock.”

It always made her smile quietly as if she’d just had an orgasm — she was shaping me with her desire and I obliged her with a longer and thicker cock. I never came when she was shaping my cock, although once in a while, she would have to remind me with a whisper. Our bodies would glisten with perspiration until she was satisfied; she’d lift herself off my cock and look at what she had shaped.

Sometimes she would take me into her mouth but most of the time she would simply ask me to fuck her hard with the big cock she’d shaped.

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You better learn…

It was my turn to make dinner and I was working on something special when I heard the front door open and close abruptly. The sound of shoes hitting the floor with conviction were followed by angry footsteps.

“What an awful day! Just fucking awful!”

I looked at her; grey eyes looked back with a hot intensity — there was a moment I thought she would scream but instead simply whispered.

“I need you to do something for me honey. Here and now.”

“Of course.”

“I need you to fuck me hard; right here, right now”

She didn’t even wait for an answer and moved to the kitchen table and pushed one of place settings out of the way and then turned back to look at me. She then reached back to undo her skirt and let it drop to the floor; stepping out of it, she then pulled down her panties and shifted herself up onto the table, and after kicking away her panties, spread her legs. Her intensity shifted slightly from anger to lust as she moved a hand to her pussy.

“What are you waiting for? Get that cock out and fuck me.”

She gave me a slight smile as she watched me drop the the tea towel to the floor and move to loosen my belt — undoing my fly, I pushed down my underwear to expose my growing cock. I stroked my cock for a moment and watched her lips spread ever so slightly, and then I moved to her. I entered her hard and she pulled into me; with abandon, and like animals, we fucked. The sounds of fucking filled the kitchen, and as I came, I stared into grey eyes that now just wanted. As I pulled out, I couldn’t help but look down to see my cum spill onto the edge of the table and fall to the floor; it reminded me of white wax from a candle.

“I need more.” Her grey eyes were wild when I looked up and with measure she added, “Fuck me again and this time use your beautiful tongue until I cum.”

“But baby, I just came.”

Grey flickered with amusement.

“I’m not sure why that should matter and frankly at this moment I don’t care. I need that lovely tongue of yours to fuck me, and if you have a problem tasting your own cum, you better learn to get used to it.”

I just stared at her slightly confused. Her eyes softened.

” Look honey, the next month is going to just be awful and I will need your support — I will need your help, and I will definitely need that magical tongue”.

She placed her hands on the sides of my head, kissed me gently on the lips, shifted her legs slightly, and guided my face to her cunt.

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fantasy for her…

We can never seem to recall how we found our favourite restaurant, and most times we go just for a cocktail but occasionally, we find ourselves there for a fine meal — on this occasion, we hadn’t been able to connect because of our busy schedules so we were due.

The evening melted away as it always did — we never looked at the menu but asked the chef to choose, and Holly always paired the wine perfectly. The conversation turned, as it always did, from the topics of the day to things we wanted to do and places we needed to get to. Innuendo, knowing smiles, and laughter crept into everything we said, sometimes out loud and sometimes in whispers. We would deliberately order our drinks by the glass, which gave us the opportunity for a new toast each time.

“To wet panties. If only I was wearing any.”

-clink-

The restaurant was never full but always alive with the conversation and laughter from others enjoying a meal or having a drink at the bar. You always knew people were around but never in a way that would intrude on a toast or the whispered idea of a quickie in the bathroom.

“Well, you two seem to be having a wonderful evening. Can I interest you in something for after the meal?”

“It’s been a wonderful evening as always Holly. ”Anything you would recommend?

 Holly smiled.

“For you Simone — absolutely. Give me a few minutes to prepare it.”

Holly walked away before Simone could say anything and we went back to our seduction. We didn’t notice that Holly had come back and removed everything from the table; although we did notice when she returned with three candles that she placed off centre and lit them.  

“Oh, I am liking this already”, Simone whispered.

“Be right back”.

Holly returned with a silver tray and set it in the center of the table. Smiling, she placed a glass of port in front of each of us and moved a small plate of dark chocolate off to the side; she then straightened a small pink envelope that remained on the tray, and when she was satisfied, walked away. We looked at each other and Simone reached for the card. Turning it in her hand she noticed it was sealed with red wax and embossed with a small heart.

“Shall I open it?”

“I’m almost certain it’s for you.”

Simone broke the seal of the envelop and inside was a white card. She removed the card, read it and as she passed it to me, she cooed — in beautiful hand-written script the card read:

I flipped the card over to see if there was anything on the back and then read the card again; as I looked up, Simone was smiling with her glass in hand. I raised my glass and said,

‘To fantasies”

“To a fantasy for me”

-clink-

As we sipped our port and I reached to offer Simone some chocolate, Holly was back one last time. She placed a stack of pink envelops in front of Simone which were neatly held together with a red ribbon. We looked at that the stack of envelops and then at Holly.

“You two are so adorable — enjoy. I may even see you a little later.”

Before we could answer, she backed away smiling and was gone. We looked at each other and then at the envelopes. Simone picked up the stack and turned it gracefully in her hand before she placed it back on the table and removed the ribbon. She lifted the first enveloped and stared at it for a moment and turned it to see a wax seal. She turned it back over and contemplated what it said. She then placed it face down on the table so all I could see was the red wax seal with the embossed heart.

I watched her do it six more times and then she looked at me with a quizzical look. Then she began to turn the envelopes over one by one and placed them on the table so I could see what was written on the front. Simone suggested it may take a while.

-clink-

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