11-1 The Sniff Test - Sex Stories

11-1 The Sniff Test

... us.

Dean was as tall and as thin as me, but there the similarity ended. He was much younger and very well built with rippling biceps and pecs, all topped off with blond hair. My first impression was that Margey would deffo like to investigate further.

We did all the general chit chat, and I noticed they had the same model of hot tub as us sitting 5 metres away. With yellow stains on the grass next to it. Surely not? The same fetish as us??

I had to tear my eyes away from his delectable wife, thinking about her peeing to make those stains, as we went into his home studio room. I was gobsmacked. Full of expensive electronic gizmos. The only things I recognised was a reel-to-reel tape machine and a mixing desk. Oh, and the padded leather office chair.

He asked me if I was happy with the guitar he had ***********ed for me and I gushed a big effusive yes.

I showed him what I knew already, and he said it was a good start. He then took me through some basic music theory with some handouts and more advanced chord charts than I already had that he'd prepared in advance, saying it was important to have a solid foundation before 'building a house' on top of it.

I learned some new open chords, and he showed me the basics and principles of barre chords, mentioning it might be a while before I mastered them, but to keep trying and not give up. He demonstrated a few basic strumming techniques which I tried to copy, and he used his guitar to show how to pick (like you ...

... would on a banjo), but said that would be another lesson much further down the line. The important thing was for me to practise at least 30-60mins each day.

As we neared the end of our time, Serena came in and sat on his lap. They shared about how and when they had first met, and about Dean's song 'Proof of Love' he had written for her. He loaded the song into his computer with a few deft keystrokes and mouse clicks and it started. As Serena sang along under her breath in the chorus, I realised it was her beautiful voice harmonising to him on the recording. The song played to the end and she drifted away in ecstasy has he put his hands on her breasts from behind.

We got talking about the hot tub again, as they knew Adrian the installer like I did. Serena had a very sultry look in her eyes as she said maybe my wife and I would like to come over one Sunday for some fun and games. I decided to bite the bullet and call their bluff and said: Yes, certainly, and maybe add some more stains to your grass. We're into that sort of thing.

She came and sat on my lap and she could definitely feel my organ rising to the occasion as she whispered in my ear (loud enough for Dean to her): I would love to see and feel your yellow stream hitting my body. Her hot breath on my face and natural sweat smell inserted a rod of iron into my dick, and she bounced up and down slightly as if to acknowledge it.

I told her my partner (but she was not wife) was of Mexican heritage, and I saw Dean's ...