Hardcore Sexy Stories, Volume 4: Dirty Desires!

Chapter 1

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It was an unusually pleasant winter day for Minneapolis. January occasionally brought pleasant surprises like today: sunshine and tolerable temperatures. Oh, don't get me wrong! It was still just below freezing, yet the sun provided a welcome blanket of warmth as we walked through the park near our house.

We live in a neighborhood near several liberal arts colleges - which is nice because it provides us with a thin veneer of sophistication that similar pockets of the Twin Cities just don't have. There are three museums, fourteen art galleries, dozens of bars with live music and several really cool used book stores...all within walking distance of our house.

There's also a never ending amount of fun winter activities. Almost every weekend our town hosts some sort of community event: a luminary loppet, winter bluegrass festival, the January kite festival, solstice events and many other welcome distractions from the bitter cold of the (seemingly endless) winter.

We had been talking about going ice skating for a while now. I love to skate. I'm naturally graceful - my small frame is built for sports that require agility and coordination.

Guy and I are high school sweethearts - met when we were fourteen and have been inseparable ever since. He's the one true love of my life. My heart always skips a beat when I sneak a quick glance in his direction...and I know he feels the same about me. Several times each day I will catch him staring lovingly towards me.

As we were leaving he said I looked especially adorable today. All bundled up for the day's adventures, I was wearing white fur boots, tight fitting leggings (which - I assured him - are actually much warmer than they look), a white fur coat, and a very furry white hat - the type you would see pretty Russian women wearing in the dead of a snowstorm. All of my fur is fake, of course, because: A) we're musicians so we don't have a ton of money and B) we're both vegan and really big animal rights activists.

I was covered in so many layers of clothing that my brown skin was just barely visible around my eyes. In a birthday card one year, Guy had described my eyes as, "two almond shaped wonders with the richest tone of brown I have ever seen...one of my favorite features of yours...I have stared into those eyes and found myself lost in an ocean of dreams..." Such a poet.

"We're almost there, Guy!" I said, excitedly pointing to the skating rink.

It was a weekday, and because of our musician schedules (we usually work on weekend evenings) our weekdays are free for relaxation, exploring and small dates like this one.

It's always been funny to me how many people dread the weekdays and just live for the weekends. Our world is totally turned around. Every day feels like a weekend when you make music on Friday and Saturday nights with your best friend and soulmate.

We don't ever use an alarm clock, because we only work two nights a week and those gigs usually start around 9 or 10 o'clock in the evening.

This morning, for example, we slept until about 10:30 am. Guy woke up before me and watched me for a few minutes as I peacefully slept. Simply laying in bed - without makeup - that was his favorite "look" of mine. As he studied my face and body he found myself getting extremely horny.

His c**k began to get rock hard as he schemed on how he would like to wake me up.

Slowly and silently, so as to not wake startle me, Guy had inched his way underneath the covers. He crawled very slowly down so his torso and head were still under the covers but were now parallel to my beautiful, shaved p***y.

He slowly began to lick my knees and worked his tongue up my caramel brown skin. He slightly parted my legs and started making small kisses circling my womanhood.

The musky rose tinted smell of my tight snatch drove him wild. Guy began to kiss my p***y, very gently, as my body began to wake up.

In the middle of these tender kisses he briefly slipped his tongue inside my warmth. It was perfection.

He knew I was awake, as I had angled my body in a more comfortable position for his task and parted my legs even wider - giving my husband full access to my incredibly sweet honey.

He began to lick and eat my womanhood as my body slowly started to grind and gyrate on his face.

I quickly became very, very wet.

Fuck Folgers! Guy thought. The best part of waking up isn't coffee in my cup - it's my wife's sweet tasting p***y!

My hands held his head firmly down south, as I ran my fingers through his hair. I was starting to moan softly and low - with the adorable sound of my voice still not fully awake.

"God, that feels so good, I love you," I moaned.

Hearing my groggy morning voice made Guy incredibly horny. He began to lap at my p***y faster.

"Slow down...be more gentle," I had to whisper.

Being gentle was sometimes hard for Guy. He got so excited thinking about bringing me to c****x that he just couldn't help himself lick her faster and faster and faster.

He restrained and tried to slow down. His tongue began to trace circles around my clit and eventually he started to suck it.

After years of practice, Guy knows that he can make me c*m within minutes...if he's doing his job right. And boy, oh boy, was he doing a good job this morning: got-damn!

My moans were getting deeper and more pronounced. My thighs lifted slightly up from the bed, bringing my p***y deeper into his face. It was simply magical.

While still sucking my clit, Guy's tongue began to dance traces around my dripping lips. This technique has taken him some time to develop - it's so much fun practicing - but it's one of the hottest things I have ever felt...and believe me, I've felt a lot of skillful mouths on my p***y over the years.

Finally Guy knew he had brought me to the edge of c****x.

He lifted his face from my p***y for a few seconds to make a simple command: "c*m on my face." He ordered.

His tongue returned to its favorite spot.

Within seconds I could feel my entire body spasming with pleasure. My p***y clenched as his tongue continued its flurried action.

"Stop, I can't take any more. I need your dick."

Guy's face was covered in my love juices. The stubble on his beard was glistening with my slickness.

He rose up slowly from between my legs and kissed my body along the way. I was still spasming from my deep o****m. We kissed and I moaned deeper.

"Don't you taste f*****g good?" He asked between our deep kisses.

"I f*****g love p***y," I moaned as I began to lick my juices off his chin and jawline.

"Give me your c**k," I begged.

Guy was only too happy to oblige.

His d**k had been rock hard for almost twenty minutes and - quite frankly - he was ready for some action.

Guy slowly slipped his d**k into my very tight, very warm p***y. He went deeper and deeper in, until I could feel his balls against my lips. I knew Guy could feel the last of my o****m spasms around his c**k.

He started to go in and out, harder and harder.

"Faster, f**k me faster!" I screamed.

My wetness made this an easy request. His entire c**k was covered in my slippery joy. In between our moans, the sound of Guy's balls slapping rhythmically against my a*s filled the room.

"c*m all over me!" I yelled.

"You sure?" Guy asked.

"Yes, c*m all over me," I panted.

He couldn't wait any longer, Guy pulled out from my p***y just as his c**k shot out a huge load of warm, thick, milky c*m. It covered my p***y and belly. A string of his sperm even reached my breasts!

Guy moaned as he collapsed on top of me. The weight of his muscular body felt good as he pushed me deeper into our comfortable mattress.

His body laid on top of mine and we embraced for several lovely post-o****m minutes. We were covered in my juices and his c*m as we showered together taking turns with the bar of soap...

"They look closed," Guy said - breaking me out of my trance thinking of the fun we had hours earlier.

"What?" I said.

"The ice skating rink - it looks closed."

"It can't be closed, we looked up the hours online," I said.

As we walked towards the rink a small, young college-aged woman came out from the warming house next to the rink.

"Hello!" she said, "Finally! I have some customers!"

We yelled "hello" back and made our way to meet her in front of the warming house.

"It's been so slow here today," the woman said.

"That's strange - it's so nice out," I said.

"Well, weekends are always super busy here, but weekdays like this are usually pretty slow. Come on in!" the girl said, motioning towards the warming house.

She was certainly a chatty girl. But this was typical for the Midwest.

"I'm in school, so it's nice to have a job where on days like today...I get paid to do my homework!" She joked.

"I suppose when it's slow, you can do whatever you want," I added.

"That must be nice," Guy said.

"I love it here," the young woman said. Adding, "oh, by the way - my name is Jenna."

"Oh, I'm Sadie - and that's my husband Guy."

"We'd like to rent skates," Guy said.

"For sure, for sure," Jenna replied with a friendly smile. She was cute. Hella cute.

Jenna took off her warm winter Guyet to reveal a very shapely and slender frame.

Mmm. Jenna was more than cute. She was fine.

As Jenna went to get our skates, Guy glanced in my direction. He knew I was already miles ahead of where his brain was going.

"How long have you worked here?" I asked.

"Oh, just a few months," Jenna said, "it's just a winter job. I needed something part time for college."

"What are you studying?" I asked.

"Well, I thought psychology but I switched to early childhood education…"

As Jenna and I made small talk, Guy found himself analyzing her face. She was technically pretty, but in a very strange way. Almost alien-like features. She had long, reddish auburn hair and very big green eyes, nearly emerald in color. Jenna had an interesting face - the type of look that is so strange you can't tell if they are ugly or so beautiful they should be a model! He settled on the later.

Guy was a bit dopey like that. Guy was just a typical guy, I guess. I had noticed how gorgeous Jenna was pretty quickly...it was just taking my hubby a few minutes longer. She reminded me of a young Emma Stone...but even hotter! Her body was slender, very fit, perky breasts...Jenna was definitely my type.

Years ago, I had confessed to Guy that I am bisexual. We had long discussions chatting about how to practice a lifestyle that would accommodate both aspects of my sexuality.

I know many men would be jealous or worried about sharing their wife with other lovers, but Guy finds it very erotic and pleasurable for me to explore my attraction to women in a safe, welcoming and loving environment which we’ve created.

We have rules for play, of course. Some are complex and some are simple. I will share all these rules with you someday.

In the meantime, just know that more than anything we have totally open communication, transparency and honesty with each other.

One more thing...I have one more kink to tell you about. It's not strange to me...but I can see how some people may find it a bit unusual. Besides being bisexual, what is my other taboo secret? I like to have my husband f**k other women. I love watching his pleasure...and I love to see just how much of that pleasure he can give in return. You see, it's not just enough for me to experience other women...I need Guy to be there right alongside me...I need him to experience the other women too. Guy is my rock. My soul. My strength. My best friend. We experience everything together as soulmates...and s*x is just a natural extension of that bond.

So truth be told, yes, I was thinking about how much I wanted to f**k Jenna...but I was also picturing how could she would look getting railed by my husband.

I am always on the lookout for potential partners for us to enjoy. I love slender, fit, college-aged women. Usually blonde. But I have a soft spot for redheads and brunettes too. Different skin colors excite me...I love all colors of the rainbow. If I had to boil it down for you, I'd say what attracts me most to a girl is the energy she gives off. I am very intuitive and read people well. For me, it's all about energy...I am on a never-ending quest for more, raw, s****l energy. Good vibes. Fun.

Guy and I have had hundreds of young women join us in our s****l adventures over the years - and we've never had any drama or bad vibes afterwards. I really think it's because I read energy so well and we are so selective with the girls we let enter our secret world.

I knew as I continued to chat and make small talk with, that I really wanted the ice skating rink manager to join our secret world...

I glanced over and Guy was continuing to study Jenna's face. He decided he didn't need to know if she was pretty or homely - he just needed to trust my intuition and knew that if we could successfully bring Jenna into our world it would make for a very lovely winter romp.

Oh he won't be complaining! I thought to myself.

"That'll be six dollars."

Guy snapped back to reality and reached for his wallet.

"Oh, sounds good. That's really cheap."

"She's giving us the 'Friends and Family' discount," I said.

"Wow, well, that's really nice of you," Guy said.

"Well, we're all friends now," I said as I brushed my arm down Jenna's.

"I have to warn you ladies," Guy said as Jenna handed him the skates, "I've never ice skated before. I'll probably fall on my a*s within the first ten seconds."

"No, you'll be fine," said Jenna.

I playfully taunted my poor hubby, "if you can last one minute without falling over - we'll get you some hot chocolate!" I joked as I poked Guy's belly.

"That sounds like something I would have to offer the preschool kids in my work study lab," laughed Jenna.

"Well, my husband is basically a preschooler - at least he has the sense of humor of one," I replied.

"No, I don't, I tell good jokes," Guy said as he laced up his skates.

Jenna leaned over the counter and said, "oh yeah - tell me a good joke."

"Well, it's not really a joke, as it's more of a sad story."

"A sad story?" the young woman said, playing along.

"Yeah, Sadie made us some coffee this morning and it tasted like mud!" Guy said.

"It tasted like mud, huh?" Jenna said with a grin.

"Yeah, it tasted like mud - but I guess that's to be expected because it was just ground this morning!"

Jenna rolled her eyes and tried to force laughter.

"You don't have to pretend his jokes are good," I said playfully, "we all know they aren't."

"Well, I didn't want to say anything - but that was really bad," Jenna said laughing, "you guys are such an adorable couple."

"Well, we only look adorable now, wait 'til you see me falling over every two seconds on the ice!" Guy joked.

As we were standing up and making our way to the door to leave the warming house, Jenna said, "you know, I'm bored and don't want to do homework - plus I would like to see you fall on your a*s, do you guys mind if I join you on the ice?"

"Of course not, that'd be fun!" I said.

"Well, I just didn't want to interrupt your date or be like a third wheel or something," Jenna said timidly.

"Not at all, we love third wheels," I said cryptically as we all walked out the door.