The Stripping of Honeypot

The Stripping of Honeypot 3

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THE STRIPPING OF HONEYPOT

By Willie B Florida
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PART THREE

Karin takes her brother's place and the boy joins us adults around the grill. His skin glows with excitement and his erect penis throbs straight up against his torso.

"She's a screamer," Angie informs us. "It won't be long now."

I look over to see the girl already writhing under Robin's ministrations. I jump at my wife's touch on my shoulder. My erection throbs. Try as I might it just will not go down.

"You're next, honey," she croons.

"Um, yeah, that's okay," I murmur somewhat unconvincingly.

Deb is not deterred. "No, I want you to get a massage tonight."

"I don't need a massage," I say with as much sincerity as I can muster. "Why don't you take the next turn?" I add encouragingly.

She grins and shakes her head.

"I'm not comfortable with it, honey,” I persist “I’m only having sex with you. I know how you feel about erotic massage."

It is awkward discussing this in the midst of a tight knot of people we have just met that morning, one of whom is a fully aroused teenage boy who looks ready to cum at any second.

As if to make things even more unsettling Karin begins moaning loudly as she launches into a non-stop series of orgasms. Robin has one hand pressed against the girl's pubic bone, a finger no doubt twiddling her clit while his other hand alternately massages her breasts and pinches her nipples. He releases his hold on her and strokes her from the top of her head to her toes and tweaks those. Karin screams and nearly twists her body right off the table, but Robin steadies her with a strong arm.

"He said he'd get me off at the end of the evening," Karl announces brightly.

"I don't care so much about your monogamy," Deb states. "I just didn't like the people you had sex with."

Oh, G-d, I thought; deeper into murky territory.

"I want to watch." Deb says it with finality. I know I have no choice.

"I just don't want any arguments afterwards, okay?"

"You worry too much. Just enjoy yourself."

Twenty minutes of ecstatic moaning later, Karin lies gasping on the table. Robin has gone inside to clean up and the girl lies there with her skin glistening with oil and her own fluids. And then, like a lamb to the slaughter I move toward the inevitable pleasure that Robin is sure to work into me.

The burgers are great my wife tells me. I absolutely swoon over the thick grilled tuna steaks. Everything is great, in fact. How could it be otherwise when my whole body tingles with the effects of the massage. I've had hour long erotic massages, but Robin somehow packed even more into my 15 minutes of allotted time. My whole body feels like one big pulsing erection. I am enjoying the food and the company—including the young Karl, as equally jazzed as I by the looks of him; and a thoroughly ravished Karin--but I am also looking forward to taking my wife back to our hotel as soon as Robin finishes with the magic he is currently working into her system. I look across the patio at the unbelievably sexy sight of Deb enjoying having every inch of her body massaged. My penis throbs pleasantly.

Angie enjoyed her massage right after Deb's, and then we all dove into the food as soon as Tom pulled it off the grill.

"It's getting late for the kids," Angie says. "Why don't we move things along and you can get your massage afterwards, Tom."

On cue Robin deftly folds up the massage table and moves it over to the main part of the patio. We are all still sitting around digesting our food.

"You still want that treat I promised you?" Robin asks Karl. "He may be tuckered out for the evening," Robin adds seriously, but with a twinkle in his eyes.

The boy hops up onto the table with alacrity. I can't help noticing that his erection still holds from earlier in the evening. Sure, he is young, but Robin iss good--really good. My own erection throbs at the memory of his ministrations and in anticipation. Only the prospect of seeing Karl jacked off has kept me from grabbing Deb and running back to our hotel room.

Robin teases the boy for only a couple of minutes, running his hands lightly up and down his torso and thighs. Then he bends to the task in earnest and within another minute the boy is shooting a fountain of sperm straight into the air above him while Robin continues to jack his penis. I am surprised at the force he puts into it. After all, the boy is cumming hard enough, but he continues pumping until way after the Karl is clearly so sensitive that he would yell out for him to stop if only he could catch his breath long enough to get the words out.

Robin finally stops and begins massaging the ejaculate into Karl's skin. "Don't waste it," he admonishes. "It's great for your skin tone, but also for your health. Full of proteins and all sorts of other good stuff." Karl nods weakly, still unable to speak. "I'm serious, you know. Everyone's too quick to clean it all off. Rub it in." Karl nods vigorously as if to let Robin know he’s really taking in the advice.

"Thank you so much for coming," Angie interrupts. "I'm sure you two are eager to get back to your hotel."

I grin at her double entendre and at the veracity of her statement. "It was our pleasure," I thank her.

"It was wonderful," Deb confirms. "The company, the massages, and the food. Thank you Robin, Tom, kids . . . and I have a feeling you had something to do with getting us together in the first place, Angie."

Angie smiles and gives the slightest of nods.

We make our way to our car and I restrain my inclination to break the speed limit on the way back up the coast. Deb and I cannot get enough sex. It is of the desperate, urgent kind, where you just can't manage to be wrapped up enough in the other person. We fuck as fast as we can peel off what little clothing we’re wearing. We fuck again after that. I walk naked out onto the hotel porch and let the sea wind waft over my body, careless as to whether anyone can see my nudity. I leave the sliding door open and pin Deb down on the bed again and slowly, urgently, insistently fuck her for an hour until she is desperate to come. I keep her legs pinned open with my knees so she can’t squeeze out an orgasm.

"Please," she whimpers. At last I turn her over and pump her vagina hard from behind and let her ride out her spasms. "Okay," she says, "Okay, it's enough."

But it isn't quite enough. We fuck again in the middle of the night and once before breakfast.

Still, we didn't want to miss out on our second day at the beach. After all, we drive all this way and stay overnight at a hotel precisely so that we can enjoy the wonderful opportunity to be fully naked at the ocean.

"Can I just come in you real fast?" I ask.

Deb's eyes glint, she opens her legs invitingly and nods. "I love a quickie once in a while," she avers. "It's so exciting when you just go crazy in me."

I drive myself into her fast and furiously and cum with satisfying force.

"Let's go!" I jump up and pretend to walk out of our hotel room. Deb throws me a speedo and I slip it on. She wraps a pareo around herself and we go down to the car.

The day is beautiful, but heating up fast. The waves cascade onto the beach, pelicans fly overhead, the sun beats down and makes everything blindingly bright. We savor the small patch of shade under our umbrella and let the wind play over our naked bodies.

"They're here," Deb says softly.

I look down the beach toward the ramp from the parking lot. A small huddle of people is heading toward us. It is amazing how close a person has to be to tell if they are wearing a swim suit or not. But, as soon as they are close enough, I can see that Karl and Karin are naked. I wonder if they drove them over that way.

As per the day before they plop down right next to us. While Tom sets up the umbrella and lays out beach towels Angie gets the kids slathered up with sun block. This time she makes no pretense of getting Karl hard. She works the lotion into his balls and shaft until he is fully erect.

"I want you to stay hard today, honey," Angie tells him.

"I'll try, mom,” he responds earnestly

Angie gives her son's dick one more squeeze downward and then releases him to go play. Karin gets a work over as well, but she brings the girl all the way to orgasm.

"Go play!" Angie shoos Karin off to join her brother.

"Did they ever get dressed?" I ask.

"Nah--what's the point? We'd just strip them down again. It was easy enough. Just herded them down the stairs to the car, drove them over, and walked them down the beach."

Angie made it all sound so easy. I wondered at my own nervousness about getting in trouble for going nude. Then I remembered standing on the balcony of the hotel room the night before and smiled. Maybe it was all in my own attitude?

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NEXT INSTALLMENT: Part Four Begins . . .

Angie and Tom seemed like the kind of people Deb and I should have known gotten to know years ago. But, I probably would have fucked things up. I mean that quite literally. I would have slipped and fucked one or both of them and not told Deb right away. She would have fucked one or both of them and then blamed me because it wasn’t what she wanted. It was the story of our marriage—is it open or closed? Can we each do what we want and talk about it afterwards, or does it all have to be planned out?

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