Images Of Sin - Sex Stories

Images Of Sin

... the hours of gym time that often left me alone mocked me, and it took everything in me to steel myself at the sight of the V that led down to… Damn, my mind hit the gutter; ‘Focus,’ I thought. “Pool or ocean?” I asked, and walked seductively to the door. I enjoyed the quick rub that he gave his bulge. “Pool,” he managed as we stepped on to the elevator. “I need a drink.” The pool was practically empty, and we dove under the warm water hand in hand; this time I wanted it, I had to reaffirm my connection with him after seeing the attraction between he and Natalie. Coming up for air, we frolicked in the water playfully until I felt like I was being watched. There she was, camera in hand, obviously taking pictures of us. Natalie’s appearance on the scene was exactly what I didn’t want, but who could deny such a creature? She wore royal blue shorts that hugged her curves, a matching blue bikini top, and a see through cover up. She dropped her camera, waved, and started our way. Her stare was intense and never wavered from my face; she was studying my mood. “Hi, guys, may I join you?” “No,” we said simultaneously. I glared at her while John merely smiled. “Why don’t you two swim while I go take a nap?” John faked a yawn. Within seconds, Natalie and I were left alone. I got out of the water and shook my hair. Water splashed onto her warm skin, and smiling, she sighed and said, “Was that intentional?” “Yes.” “Why?” “Because I want you to leave us alone. I want you, but I don’t want ...

... you to fuck my husband.” “My husband isn’t here, Renee, all I can think about is fucking yours…fucking you both!” My breath caught at the thought of our limbs combined; lightly tanned flesh melding with two differing dark tones made my head spin. “Why?” “The attraction is undeniable, but if you can’t handle it…” The dare trailed off her tongue so easily. “Look, Nat, don’t play with me!” I grabbed my cover up and her hand. “Where are we going?” Smirking, I said, “Shopping.” ~~~ The ride to the store was short and the conversation minimal. I had no intention of informing Natalie of the plan that formed in my wicked little brain. If the two of them wanted to fuck, I may as well get something more than an angry orgasm from it, right? I entered the store and headed straight for the bed linens. I don’t know why, but I saw red; was it passion? I often heard that red was for passion; was it anger? Did I silently want to make her bleed for attracting my husband; filling his head with a fantasy that I felt that I had to fulfill? Natalie followed me in silence. I could tell that she was fascinated by my ass, and by the plan that obviously consumed me. “Will you slow down? I’m having a hard time maintaining my composure.” “Just shut up and find red satin sheets.” Natalie smiled and her eyes filled with lust. “Why?” she asked. “Honestly?” “Sure.” “I see red. I saw red in my dream,” I said calmly. “I want you to take nude pictures of us. I want you to see what is mine before I let him…fuck ...