Close Encounters Like No Other - Sex Stories

Close Encounters Like No Other

... sharing the heat with another, and in John’s presence, but never to the extent of penetrative sex. Her mouth and hands would please another, just as she allowed a man to perform acts of oral sex, to devote his attention to the heavy tumble of her breasts that surgery had firmed but not unnaturally so on a woman of her age. Only John was the man to enjoy all that she brought to their bed.

But now? Callum was persuasive and seducing in his ways with her, and she felt uncommon tingles of anticipation from the younger man’s interest in her that had been shown on the massage table.

Her husband was the object of another’s attention, his outgoing personality and good looks, his charisma, seemed to have captivated the young woman beside her as they sipped on the drinks Callum had bought. Doing so had simply been a pretext for them to hook up, and it was only the first afternoon of their stay.

That Callum had not kept his eyes off her, or so it seemed when they lazed by the pool, had not escaped her attention. That she was to be seen wearing a single-piece bathing costume, her breasts covered by a thin mesh, or weave, still attracted him and left a great deal open to another’s gaze, may have explained it.

But Josie was not lacking in what she brought to the eye, and John had failed to keep his gaze, let alone his attraction to her, from being noticed or acted upon on the massage table.

“We have fun that’s not complicated by any emotional attachment. We all know the ...

... rules before we play,” Josie now told her with calm assurance in her sing-song voice. “John’s looked after himself and, I guess, being with you he has a reason to do that.”

Beth sighed and followed her gaze.

John stood on the edge of the pool and wiped water off his body and legs with his large hands. Those sky-blue, drawstring swimming trunks flattered her desirable husband and would look good on a younger man. On John, they shaped him even more than when she had seen them dry. He was a bit paunchy, and his pecs were not as firm as she saw them on Callum, but there was no doubting his virility, his chest hair a down of grey and stark against his tanned skin.

“I’m more than satisfied with John, with what we have,” she chose to confide, “even if he does have his moments of straying. But…but I’m never far away when he does that.”

“Oh…oh, is that so!” Josie asked sharply. She sat up and looked at John as if through new eyes. “Do…do you think he’d stray while he was here and with me? I got the feeling he would when I massaged him.”

“Worked him up, you mean.” Beth laughed, softly, as she looked across the space between them. Josie lounged back, her long legs stretched out and her tummy flat, her breasts sagging in the small cups of her bikini. John would enjoy taking a younger version of the woman that she, his wife, had become.

The men joined them, a swim enjoyed while the women chatted, John soon slumping down on a lounger before slicking back his hair. He gazed at ...