My man and his sexuality

So there was Helen Campbell Black in "Riders", scurrying away from the potential foursome because she couldn't cope with the negative emotions that overwhelmed her as she saw her husband's cock rise in pleasure at seeing another woman's bush. If my memory serves me correct, that was how it was described in the book for Lady Jilly C would never use the 'C' word.

Bush it was. Funny really because had this book been written nowadays, I suspect 'bush' would not be what was seen. More likely, it would be a shaven pussy or a thin line of pubes but in those days a thick bush was the preference for the Randy Rupert.

Of course Helen was quite right in her interpretation that her husband was turned on, yet she automatically became consumed with jealousy and anger. Again, if my memory serves me correctly, Rupert didn't want to fuck the other woman. All that had happened was that he had looked at a beautiful woman's pussy and that in turn had aroused him enough to want to see his wife's pussy immediately. I would assume that if she had undressed as he had hoped, she might have had the pleasure of a good seeing to as well.
And after he had fucked his wife, then he might have wanted to have the other woman too!

Poor Helen! Poor people who can empathise with her. Poor me! Possibly, poor you!

You see, it isn't simple. There is nothing straight forward about this sex lark. It is too important in our lives to simply ignore the emotional aspects. It is too vital to remove the sensual and leave sex in its wildest, most instinctive form. As I have stated, some people can do this. They can fuck and get the most pleasure from just fucking.

For the rest of us it is more complicated. For some of us, the best, the most bliss inducing, the most vibrant and divine sex is when mind, body and soul come together and reach out and embrace the full extent and potential of our sexual selves and that of our partners.

In doing this, in saying this, then surely the best sex is between two people who care for one another and can so frequently bring about this utter wonderment of wholesome connectivity, of mind blowing sex - Satori?

But let us explore this further. Just because the best sex (for me) is as I have described above, it doesn't mean it is the only sex.

One of the many things I adore about my lover is his total honesty about his sexuality. One of the many things that I adore about our relationship is the liberation that comes from the freedom to express our sexuality.

I've been out and about with him. We've been to bars and restaurants, walked around etc and when we've been out, I have on occasion seen him look at other women with a devilishly desirable glint in his eye. Occasionally, he will begin a conversation with a tasty barmaid or another customer in a restaurant, mainly out of courtesy or interest but sometimes because he has an instant attraction, sometimes because he has an instinctual notion that he'd quite like to get into her panties.
He likes women. He loves cunts. He adores the physicality of womankind.

When this first happened, I admit, I was slightly aggrieved. Our time was limited and precious, and I rather hoped that an eyeful of me and a guarantee of a decent blow job would suffice. Didn't his attraction for others detract from his desire for me?
But I now have to ask myself this question. How can I deny him his sexuality when this is one of the very key things that attracted me to him in the first place?
If I deny him the enjoyment of looking at other women because of my destructive envy, then I am denying who he is. I am trying to change and alter his sexuality to accommodate my needs and possibly my insecurities.
Wouldn't a better course of action be to celebrate, engage and encourage his sexuality to the extent that he can turn round to me and say, "I wouldn't mind fucking her. Do you think she's a goer?"

I know. Easier said than done. But if I genuinely care for this man, then don't I want him to enjoy life to the full? Don't I want him to be fulfilled and excited by the world and the people within? Don't I want him to fuck other people if that is what he wants to do?

Well the truth is this. No I don't. I don't want him to fuck other people. I want him to fuck me! But that's not strictly true either. I want him to make love to me. I want him to tell me that I am the one that he can truly be alive with. I want to know that it is me that turns him on, that channels his sexuality, that completes his sexuality, that sends him to his blissful state of pure delight.

So the truth is this. Yes I do. I want him to be himself. And because of this I want him to fuck other people if that is what he wants to do. What's more I want to see him fuck other people. I really do. I want to see the enjoyment that he can give to others. I want to see the pleasure of fulfilled sexuality on his face. I want him to be who he is, even if that includes components of his sexuality that, in my darker moments, I find a challenge for my own emotional state of being.

It is complicated.
There is this notion that if you go for the latter truth, the one where I state that I want him to have sex with other people, then I am, by virtue of this statement, suggesting that I don’t love him as fully as one would ‘expect’. If he wants me to have sex with other people, then does it imply a certain amount of indifference, a lack of commitment to our relationship?
The norm in this situation is to respond by stating that if two people are utterly committed to one another, then they cannot possibly want sex with other people but I am challenging this. After all, isn’t this one of the problems with monogamous relationships? We are somehow expected to turn off our sexuality in any direction other than the ‘chosen one’. Is that honestly a realistic and viable way of living?

What I am trying to say is that if I want my lover to have sex with other people and if he wants to watch me having sex with another man, then all we are doing is understanding, acknowledging and accepting ourselves and each other as sexual beings that have sexual thoughts and a strong and defined sexuality. And this sexuality and its power is one of the things that attracted us to one another in the first instance. Therefore, we should want and even need to have sex with other people.

Only it isn’t that simple.
When my lover fucks me, he fucks my mind as well as my body. He can do this because I have a vivid imagination and the potential to use my mind to enhance the experiences of the body. All of this is immensely positive and provides a greater sense of wonderment at the sex that we enjoy.
But there is the flip side. My imagination, my thoughts aren’t always positive. They can turn on me; send me into a spiral of anxiousness and distress.
If I think about someone else getting what I am getting with my lover, then I am horrified and appalled that he could be that loving and that sexual with another person, only this isn’t true either because I really adore seeing him sexually satisfied and I really do get immensely turned on by thinking of him with other women, and I want him to feel, to be alive, to be fulfilled.
And I am not sure that I can do all of that on my own, not consistently, not constantly ad infinitum.

“Greater love hath no man than to lay down his life for his friends”. Greater love hath no woman than to put away her selfish and destructive emotions, to eradicate them and allay them and accept that the most loving and positive thing to do is enable her lover to enjoy plenty of sex with plenty of friends without him having to worry as to whether this sexual act with another is tearing the woman apart. I mean, could he really properly enjoy sex with another person if he thought that it would have a detrimental effect on me? He may enjoy it in the moment, but the thought of him being wrapped in even fleeting moments of guilt is not what I want. I’d hate him to feel that he had to hide something from me. I’d hate him to have to sit and weigh the pros and cons of letting me know about his liaisons with other people. I want him, and thankfully, this is exactly what I have, to be honest and open, sharing his sexuality with me.

And this is another issue.
Or enjoyment of one another, our closeness is vastly enhanced by the fact that we can be honest about this. He can and should want to tell me of his sexual and spiritual encounters with others. This is what makes him part of who he is.
And returning to the theme of threesomes of foursomes, he should be able to express his desires, his thoughts, his wish to fuck another person without me suddenly having an attack of jealous rage or envy, without me interpreting this as some sort of detraction from his intense feelings for me.

Of course, through this writing, one can see, I hope an obvious train of thought – the yin and yang of any situation.
My lover knows that I am going to yin and yang all over the place. He knows that there is part of me that greedily wants to have him all to myself. He knows that there is a part of me that worries that he is going to fall madly in love with another who can offer him far more than my body and my mind can do. But he also knows that I want him to be true to himself and that I actually get excited at the prospect of his sexuality with another, that I enjoy listening to how he enjoys the friendship of others.
For goodness sake, I don’t want this man and his sexuality to be shoved in a box that only I have the key for. I don’t want him to be placed on some sort of deity-like pedestal where only I can reach him. He’s not a god; he’s a very naughty boy! And he should be enabled to be a very naughty boy as and when he wants.
I want him to have sex with others because it is this very sexuality that I adore, and in saying this, it is not some sort of resignation. It is not me saying, oh well – if that is the only way I can maintain a relationship with him, then that is what I have to do.

It’s complicated.

My lover and I have discussed these things. We have talked and imagined situations where we could boost our sexuality by involving others in our sexual experiences. We have talked about how much we would enjoy a woman joining us for sex (he might consider this a frequent enjoyment; I might consider it an occasional enjoyment, or visa versa). We both want to see each other sexually excited by another. I love watching him fuck me. I have enjoying watching him fuck another. I hope very much to be enthralled by him fucking someone else. He has a beautiful cock. Others really ought to be treated to the brilliance of sex with him, and I have to say that my preferred option would be to see this rather than having it explained to me. But yet again, if I embrace his sexuality to the full, then it shouldn’t really matter whether I am there or not.
However, having the opportunity to see him having sex with another might in some way dissipate my destructive emotions for when he has sex with another without me being there.
By seeing him enjoy sex with another, and knowing that he still wants me immediately, consecutively, simultaneously, then I know that even if I am not present when he has sex with someone else, then I know he is going to still want me. I hope I offer him that little bit more!

Having sex in front of other people, with other people allows us to be sexual, enables us to celebrate, flaunt and enhance our sexuality. By wanting others to be involved in our sexuality does not negate the fondness for one another. It absolutely enlivens it.
And in a stupid way, I want him to discover that he has to control his destructive emotions in exactly the same way that I do. I actually want him to feel a little envy at me fucking another man. I want him to wish he was inside me, as he watches me take a hard cock into my cunt. But I want that emotion to be fleeting. I want his desire to see me sexually fulfilled taking precedence, just as he does with me. He may be enamoured by my envy as long as it doesn’t last and as long as it doesn’t destroy.

Although this writing seems mixed, although it may appear that I want and don’t want the same thing simultaneously, the truth, the real truth is that I want my lover to be the sexy, vibrant and lively man that he is. I do think that one day, we will find a couple of people who are happy to watch us having sex. I do think that one day, we will enjoy mutual masturbation and even full blown sex with another couple. I am pretty sure that one day, we will have sex with another woman and I will look on with awe and fascination as my lover reaches inside her and makes her cum whilst simultaneously fucking me. I am excited by that prospect. I am aroused and wet with the thought of it.

I have come a long way. My path to sexual enlightenment started many years ago and I am many miles away from the finishing post. I resented him looking at others when he was with me. Now, I love it, and I like to feel the familiar bulging in both mine and his sexual organs at the attraction he feels for another. I want the fucks with other people. I want to know how he feels about others.
But I still have a long way to go.
I know that by watching him having sex with others I am still excited and yet slightly envious. This envy is exacerbated by the thought of him having sex with just one other woman, and I know this is wrong. But it is dissipating, and by being open and honest about not just our sexuality but also our feelings for one another, then I can eradicate this too.

And now for the big one!
I have no desire to have sex with anyone else at present. If it happens, so be it but I don’t feel a need to actively pursue any other kind of sexuality at the moment. I am too enthralled in what I have. However, if an overwhelming desire for another one or two occurred, I would certainly not say no.
But we are talking here about recreational sex, to some extent. Whilst I am sure that my lover and I could enjoy sex with another woman, and we could build an excellent relationship with that woman, essentially my joy at sex in this situation is about the sex itself, probably more so than the attraction to the other person – though she would have to be attractive!
To some extent, it is easy to say that I adore my man enough to want him to fuck other people. That is the straight forward bit!
What is less straight forward and more challenging is the emotional attachment in such situations.
The big one for me, the one where I know my road is only partly travelled, is that I want him to make love to me, and whilst I want him to have sex with other people, and in my more enlightened moments, I want him to make love to other people, right now, I want the love making for me.

That is not right. It is a selfish thought.

Going back to what I said at the beginning is true. If I have strong feelings for this man because of his sexuality, then I should be happy for him to express his sexuality to and with others.
But it is not just his sexuality that I am fond of. I adore his mind, and who the hell am I to prevent him from having that emotional bond that makes him want to make love to another woman, to feel for her as he feels for me? It shouldn’t take anything away from the togetherness that we have.
It is not an either/or. It would not be her or me!
This, I have to learn. But at least I am on the road and I haven’t jumped off or been ambushed by those nasty, insipid emotions that lead me back in the other direction, well most of the time at least.

So poor Helen Campbell Black? Remember her? She was wrong. She should have whipped her knickers off. She should have embraced her man’s sexuality and bloody well enjoyed it. And if she had taken that first step, then who knows what else she might have enjoyed.
She may even have understood, accepted and wanted he man to make love to another.

Exhibitionism, Voyeurism and Future Fantasies Part Two

Yesterday, I wrote a short account of my fascination with being watched whilst having glorious sex. I explained that this had not actually happened but I had certainly been more forward in my sexuality in front of another than I had ever done so before.

Speaking to my lover, he too explained how he had never been so blatant in front of someone else. He had never held his partner’s boobs whilst continuing a conversation with a third person in the room. He had never sat comfortably enjoying a gentle caress of his cock whilst being in the company of another, and I rather like the idea that he was as aroused as me by being in that situation.
He certainly hadn’t been led out of a room with such indiscretion, clearly moving for the sole purpose of having sex.
I know he liked that.

I cannot comment on whether my friend was aroused or appalled but she certainly didn’t indicate the latter. She was quietly composed and smiled encouragingly as I turned to her, expressing facially how much I needed his cock inside me.
She understood.
Sometimes, words simply are superfluous to requirements.

Of course, my lover and I had both thought about this situation, or a similar situation. We had both contemplated the idea that either this friend or another would actually enjoy seeing us sexually excited and it is this that I want to consider today.

I return to a favourite subject of mine, that is, the holistic approach to sex.
I am sure there are plenty of people out there in the big, wide and wonderfully eclectic world that enjoy sex in an entirely different way to me. Thank goodness for that! We cannot all have completely complementary ideas on everything and it would be a slightly tedious and, for some, an extremely disappointing world, if there was total consistency as to what constitutes good sex.

Some people can have huge arousals and plenty of orgasms by having sex with a stranger. They can get off completely and be utterly liberated and empowered by their sexuality. They don’t need to know the other person let alone have a relationship with them. They simply like the act of sex in whatever form it takes.
Take some of these porn stars for instance. They seem to be enjoying themselves and they are no Dustin Hoffman’s in the acting stake are they? They genuinely like being fucked but there is no relationship with the other person.
Now I am not pretending that their mind does not come into it. I am sure that many of these ‘actors’ use their imagination to the greatest of effects but essentially, you cannot get away from the fact that they simply enjoy being fucked.

I can’t do that.

My sexual appetite is rather particular and the reason I am enjoying such huge sexual delight and enlightenment is because, be it actual penetration or phone sex, my mind is being liberally treated to a huge dose of sensuality in conjunction with whatever is happening with my body. My mind is being fucked as carefully and as sensitively as my body.
I open my legs to an awaiting finger or cock. I fling my thighs aside in anticipation of what is to come. I push my fingers inside me whenever I am aroused and able to touch myself, but my mind is overflowing too.
It greedily devours the experience that is physically happening to me, transforming it through the generous and able larger organs of my body, so that when I have penetrative sex, I know the cock going inside me, but I live it in my heart and feel it in my soul too. It may be physically reaching inside my cunt but it is absolutely in my thoughts and in my feelings. The metaphysical completeness is happening holistically.

I mention this for a reason, and it returns to this idea of exhibitionism, voyeurism and fantasy.

To be honest, I will have been ultimately fulfilled sexually in life if I got run over by a bus tomorrow. I couldn’t have said that a few years ago, and one might argue that I may have plenty more sexual experiences to come. I hope I do, for even after a few years of mind-lowing sex, it bizarrely seems to get better when you think that is utterly impossible.
Going back to the bus, I may not have lived out my sexual fantasies to the full if the number 366 plops itself down on me but the very fact that I have thought them and discussed them with my lover is almost a completion in itself.

The sharing of the thought, the development of the idea, the planning for the potential – it is this that is the real turn on, and in saying that I am not assuming that I would be disappointed with the reality. I still think it would be fucking good fun but it isn’t the most important thing in the world.

Let us return to my fantasy, unless you are tired of it by now, for it isn’t really one that is entirely out of the ordinary.
I want someone to watch me having sex with my lover. I don’t care whether it is planned or not, though I prefer it to be someone who has made a decision to watch us, and that we are aware that we are part of a voyeuristic reality.

I have variations on this theme.

In one situation, I want one woman – a woman that both my lover and I might know – to watch us. I want her, whoever she may be, and there really is no-one precise in mind, to encourage us. I want her to watch us having an amorous cuddle or kiss and I want her to suggest that we might go further. I’d like it if she suggested to my lover that he undo my blouse. I’d be delighted if she asked whether she would be able to see me touching his cock or watch me giving him a damn fine blow job. I’d love to ask her if she minded me removing my panties, ready to straddle my lover and ride his cock. I’d be overwhelmed if she asked me to remove my skirt and his trousers so that she could see the actual act of penetration, when he slides in and out of my over moist cunt.
I’d like that very much indeed.

The arousal of such miniscule exhibitionism that I explained at the beginning of this blog was sensational. The idea that the above could actually happen sends me into a rhapsody of pleasure and I know that whoever this woman may be, she will have to be accepting of another woman’s fuck juices because I can assure anyone that this would happen somewhat instantaneously. I know I would cum quite vociferously, and I delight in the prospect of this other woman’s amazement at the quantity and extent of what my body can produce.

Taking the fantasy a step further, I would like it if the woman decided that she wanted to participate in this horny act. I’d happily share my lover’s cock with her if she wanted to hold it, wank it, even shove it in her mouth. I’d enjoy turning the tables and taking the role of the voyeur as my lover and this other woman continue with their form of exhibitionism, fucking each other urgently and with a passion for good sex. I’d want him back though. I’d want him to cum inside me or over me. That’s just the small element of greed in me; some might even interpret this as possessiveness. If he came beforehand though, it wouldn’t be a major problem. When a man has to cum, he has to cum, just like a woman!

One step on and I would enjoy the prospect of watching my man fuck another woman even more if I was involved in the act as well. Another fantasy is of us all getting on together, with the woman caressing my boobs or sliding her fingers inside me just at the point where my lover thrusts his cock in there. That would be wonderful, and of course I would reciprocate and kiss her tits whilst my lover fucked her, maybe with his hand firmly balancing himself with a handful of arse.

However, that is just one of my exhibitionist fantasies. The other is far more heterosexual; whereby we have sex in front of another ‘couple’ for want of a better expression.

In many ways, this is probably my preferred fantasy.
I would love to be in a comfortable conversation with someone, either relaxing at someone’s home, or even in a restaurant, where the conversation turns to sex, where we all discuss our fantasies and I can illustrate my own.
Alternatively, I would like to be simply relaxing in a house, listening to good music and just letting that wonderful sexual arousal fill me to the extent that I need some sexual contact with my lover. I can imagine us kissing, and maybe the other two people would see this as an invitation to enjoy themselves as well. I would like to imagine my lover getting aroused and blatantly showing me, and making the others aware too, of his growing desire to fuck me. Maybe one of the other two might mention the fact that they too are aroused and would seriously like to see another couple having sex. I’d happily oblige and allow them to watch me as I take my lover’s trousers off, put my hands down his knickers and reach in to extract his stiff one, ready and hoping for my wet cunt.
I’d then whip my skirt or trousers off so that they can have a proper view of what is happening, and I would sincerely hope that the others would start to either mutually masturbate or take our lead so that whilst we are fucking, we can look over and see the others fucking too.
I think a person being honest about their sexuality is not only the right thing to do but is incredibly powerful, and demonstrating the force and passion of their sexuality seems to be a natural thing to do.
Of course, others would disagree but I do find it difficult to understand how people who love to watch porn would not be equally, if not more so, by being in the same room as another pair of people who are enjoying wonderful, penetrative sex.

This fantasy too could take another direction. Maybe the couples would like to swap. It could happen but it isn’t a particular ambition of mine. For me, the horniness is not in the availability of additional cock, it is in seeing another two people aroused by watching me, my lover and our sexuality exposed.

Another fantasy would be having another man watch us. Again, this is not an absolute and not the preferred fantasy. I am not sure that my lover would like it. However, I think he would appreciate my enjoyment of seeing another man’s erection that had occurred because he had seen us having sex.
At the moment, I don’t have any desire to have two cocks simultaneously. It doesn’t feature in my fantasies but it has done in the past and I am sure it might re-emerge in the future.

Now all of these fantasies are exciting in themselves. They turn me on and they are part of the expression of my sexuality. But what really makes them special is talking about them. It is no good having them locked in a box in a subconscious part of my mind. What I want, and what I enjoy most is sharing these thoughts with my lover.
That is what I mean. These things may never happen but there is utter, total, overwhelming bliss in being able to share them and then even plan for an opportunity to make them happen.

My friend is a sexy woman. I know that. My lover knows that. She had already discussed with me some of her sexual desires and there was always the outside chance that she would have liked to join us in a spot of recreational sex.
To be honest, it may be better to have sex with someone who doesn’t know either my partner or me that well but taking that aside, there was a total delight and an extremely excited and invigorated couple of people who thought and planned and decided how such a situation may arise.

Whether this is with this friend or another woman, we really enjoyed considering a scenario, and in discussing this potential situation, both my lover and I had an orgasm.

My partner suggested that I could talk to the woman; maybe we could invite her to watch some porn with us, clearly explaining that we had quite rightly never watched porn together without having a need to fuck one another, and well, this woman needed to be aware that if porn was watched then my lover and I would need to fuck.
We imagined how she would feel about that. Maybe she would finger herself discreetly, or maybe she would be more explicit and lift her skirt, pull her panties aside to reveal her moistening cunt to us both.

We continued the plan and discussed how we would both feel if she wanted to have penetrative sex with my lover or with me. And in that planning, our minds fucked one another continuously and passionately, never ceasing from the desire to envelop and develop one another’s sexual appetite.

You see, the fantasies are wonderful. They are invigorating, naughty, saucy, sensual, arousing, exciting but they are brought alive not by the actuality but by the coming together of minds.

Now that really is something very special indeed.

Swimming in Sex

Water is invigorating, refreshing, cleansing and clear. It is transparent. It hides nothing. Water smothers you. In warmth it envelops you. In its coldness it reignites your nerve and spirit. Water has so many significant meanings throughout our lives. Water tinkles along. It flows and gushes in a forthright manner. It is the epitome of life.

I love water. I can lose myself in water. When I lie in a steaming hot bath, I close my eyes and disappear into an array of pleasant, dreamy thoughts. I lie, soaking my body, releasing all the tedious day to day occurrences and drift off into memories and thoughts. I meditate in the bath. I am whole. I think I also like the nakedness of water. I love the fact that, in usual circumstances, you are lying in a bath alone with just your own skin and body. It is possibly the only time in people's busy lives where there is legitimacy to their nudity. There are still, I believe, very few people who contentedly walk around their own house naked. What might the neighbours see? Well, in my humble opinion, if the neighbours are so intent on looking in, voyeuristically sighting me in all my naked glory, then they are welcome to decide whether they want to continue watching or turn away in disgust.

Back to water. I love photographs of water. I like taking photographs of water. It is that constancy that I particularly love. It is never still, always floating along, rippling, waving. A true symbol of the living moment. Always living and always moving. I love all types of water but I am especially fond of the sea. The vastness of the ocean is my haven. I often think that if there is an afterlife, I will probably spend most of it just sitting calmly watching the seas around the world, waves crashing and cascading into the earth. I may do other things as well, if I am allowed in my afterlife!

It is can also be quite sexual. No really. I have fond memories of sexual encounters associated with water; attempts at penetrative sex in the sea, lying in a bath with a handsome bloke as he fingers me, opening my pussy and stimulating it so that there is a dual flow of juices in and out, stripping off and dipping in a painfully cold sea with a group of pissed up friends. Okay, so the latter was not specifically sexual in so far that there was no group sex or orgy taking place but it is still incredibly sexual seeing your friends teetering off in semi darkness to invigorate themselves in the splashes of the Solent.

And then there is skinny dipping. I have only actually done it a few times in my life but I can vividly remember how erotic it was, how horny it made me feel and how in touch with my own body I felt.

The first time I went skinny dipping, I was probably about eleven years old. A group of us had been for a meal as an end of holiday treat, and we decided that we would go for a night swim. One of my friends, the oldest in the group, suggested that we remove our bikinis. I hated it because I was terrified of putting my bathers back on, only to find tiddly fish had decided to join me. However I do remember being very excited at the nakedness of it all.

The last time I went skinny dipping was in th Caribbean, in our swimming pool. We had been for another meal (Blimey, do I eat all the time?) and we returned to the house after a serious amount of alcohol was consumed. I was pretty wasted. Again, it was the last day of the holiday and I was merry on the booze. It was a warm, sultry evening and there was a glorious pool just begging me to jump in. So I did.

I think my friends were somewhat shocked when I nonchalantly removed my clothes and stood there in my knickers and bra. Feel free to join me, I’m going in, said I, and then walked away towards the steps, turned my back on them, removed my underwear and swam. I remember the utter delight and the total freedom that I felt as my naked boobs bobbed around in front of me. I remember the sweet sensation of opening and closing my legs in the rhythmic breast stroke, feeling the water gushing in and out of my vagina, feeling my labia doing their own repeated little strokes against the warmth of the water. I remember lying on my back unashamedly revealing my naked body to my friends, who had they chosen to do so, could have seen my big, bold tits pointing towards the starlit sky, with the moonlight shining on the darker shades of pubes that were wriggling free with liberated expressiveness.

And all of that was very pleasant but not massively sexual other than a dismissal of my own inhibitions which aroused me and made me feel sexually alive.

But here is the real thing I want to share with you. It is my one of my favourite sexual fantasies. It is swimming and sex. It is horny and luscious. It excites me enormously, and one day, I hope my fantasy will be realized in truth.

I am on holiday in a private villa, possibly owned by some mutual friends. There are four of us; two couples who know each other relatively well. All four are very sexually enlightened and acknowledge the physical attributes of one another. We are all eating an evening meal (food again). The villa is on a cropped hill top, preferably overlooking the sea but out of sight of prying eyes. We finish our meal and relax in the dusky night, taking our drinks to the poolside, continuing our discussion about a range of interesting and stimulating themes. Our hosts then explain how they like to swim together at this time of night and would we like to join them. No need for swimming costumes. Dive in as nature intended, and don’t be panicked if you get turned on. Just go with the flow. Feel free to do whatever feels natural. So we all undress without any inhibitions. There are no particular commentaries, no kissing or cuddling. We all just dive into the pool and swim around, still continuing the conversations of the evening, popping out every so often to restock on the drinks. And we are all aware of a growing desire.

I swim to the pool steps and float around, extending my arms above my head, horizontal in the water, and my lover swims towards me. At the other end of the pool, our hosts have swam towards one another and are standing together, silhouetted against the lights in the pool, gently embracing one another. We can just make out the arches of their backs as they lean into each others bodies. And my lover stands in front of me as I lie there looking up at him. He strides towards me, gradually emerging from the depths of the pool. First his chest, then his stomach and soon, directly in front of me, he is standing there with a cock so huge and erect that I can almost feel its forcefulness even though he is a yard away from me. He takes his hand out of the water and clasps his cock, elongating it even more and strides towards me. He leans over and smothers me with his kisses, his cock tapping my stomach. He sinks into the water again and swims over me so that I can feel his excitement touching me. And then he whispers in my ear, telling me that he is desperate to feel his body inside mine. He pulls me out of the water and stands me on the steps of the pool, and then he kneels back in the water and sucks at my pussy, molding his tongue into the thin line of my outer layers of skin, nibbling on my clitoris. Our hosts have moved out of their embrace and are standing at the other side of the pool, watching with interest our sexual act. No words are spoken.

He climbs out of the pool and lies on the sun lounger, legs astride, pulling me on top of him, ensuring his cock is ready to enter me. I straddle him, lean back and ride his cock as he continues to manipulate my clit, subtly moving his hands from my pussy to my tits, grabbing them, swirling them around, shoving them in his mouth and sucking hard. And he fucks me powerfully and silently in the darkness of the night, with just enough light in the patio area to allow our hosts to see every movement, to see me raising myself up and down so that they have glimpses of his delectable dick as it is entering in and out of me, time and time again.

I turn around, with my back to my lover but facing my friends who are now in a different embrace. The man has his back to the pool, still facing me. The woman stands in front of her man. He clutches at her tits as he kisses her neck. She has her hands submerged in the water but clearly pressing against her own pussy. I continue to ride this heavenly cock, my hands arched above my head, my tits tossing around with the urgent movement of my body and his cock reaching far and deep inside me.

Our friends swim over to the same side of the pool as us, and they continue to watch us having sex as they find each others essential body parts. They stand next to us, touching one another, still watching us having sex. Still no words are spoken.

My lover moves. We stand infront of one another and watch this couple as they lie together in missionary style and fuck. She curls her legs around her lover, and his agile body moves in methodical motion, gliding in and out of her for us to see. I lean on the chair to look some more, with my arse deliberately and provokingly reaching out in search of my lover’s cock , and he does not disappoint. He stands full height behind me and fucks me again, watching our friends until I am silently screaming with the pleasures of juicy cum, both his and mine, mingled together simultaneously in my throbbing cunt. And at that point my male friend cums with a sympathetic moan, coating the patio with pools of cum, deciding that on this occasion he would shower his partner with his spunk rather than cum within.

We then turn to each other, and lie together, next to our hosts and enjoy the warmth of the summer’s night; all naked, all fucked, all in a state of harmonious pleasure. And we grab our drinks and resume our interesting conversation that had taken place before our swim and sex.