The Motorhome Seduction - Three

Copyright Deni Wom and Lieza Kominski 2006

Swana had watched the handsome man shake her husband’s hand warmly, full of appreciation for being willing to transport him to his wedding after his car had inconveniently broken down. She felt a swell of pride at having pressed her husband to help the stranded man. The fact that he was so handsome and well built was just a side benefit. But oh my goodness was he a wonderful specimen of manhood!

And then, when she sat beside him in the front seat of the motor coach, the gentle warmth of his manly thigh against hers! ‘Mmmmm! What nice legs he has! So muscular! And those pecs flexing under that skin tight shirt! I would certainly enjoy playing with those firm curves of his!’ Swana felt no guilt for her prurient fantasies. After all, her husband seemed to be trying to encourage her to enjoy other men’s bodies. She wasn’t certain why, . . . . yet, . . . . . . But he had, over a few years, constantly made overt comments to her about whether she had enjoyed seeing so and so’s bum, or chest, or legs, or body. She had finally decided he wanted her to be forthright about how she enjoyed seeing the male form and begun to state her delight to him without reservation. The return on that small investment in trust had paid off wonderfully. Her husband had brought her to orgasm after orgasm with his mouth that first night after her admission to enjoying watching other men’s bodies. And then each day thereafter, if she wanted to make love with her husband, all she had to do was comment to him sometime during the evening about how delectable some strange man’s body had been that day, and her beloved husband would almost dive into her panties and tongue her to delightful fruition.

Lost in her reverie, Swana visualized the stranger’s tight little bum as he had bent forward slightly at the waist as he shook her husband’s hand. His well packed little bum had been so perfectly displayed in those shorts of his!

And his eyes had caressed her braless breasts, unabashed that she was watching him. The smile on his face as he caressed her protruding nipples with his eyes reminded her of the young man that had excited her imagination. It reminded her of her fathers eyes when he had nodded his permission to his boss to enjoy her young mouth.

The vibration of the motor coach and the warmth of the sun had made Swana drowsy. Her head had slowly nodded off to a fitful sleep.

She dreamed of being seduced by a handsome stranger.

She realized suddenly that someone was touching her sensitive, dream ripened nipple. Fingers were caressing her little aroused hardness. The fingers were so soft, gentle, so caring. Drowsily gathering her thoughts, she decided to see how far the stranger would go. After all, she was a sleep, and he was the one instigating this. If her husband caught him feeling her, she could claim ignorance and innocence! In the mean time, it felt wonderful.

She realized that it was the first time since she was married that a man other than her husband had touched her in a sexual way. That was . . . . . . SINCE her marriage, of course, before that, in her teenage years her brothers had regularly enjoyed playing with her body whenever they had wanted to. In her native Sri Lanka, men got whatever they wanted from women. They didn’t even have to ask. They just took. Her brothers had never been brutal, and had never hurt her. But she had plenty of experience suckling their penises to completion. And she had often had their hands between her thighs, rubbing her little clitoris till she had exclaimed in cummings. But they had never inserted their fingers, let alone their penises, inside her. So her hymen had survived their inquisitive fondling intact. Due to her intact hymen, her darling husband was unaware of her past. She had met him when he was in the military. They had both somehow ended up next door to each other at a resort. The rest was a happy story of love, marriage and happiness.

And now a complete stranger was bringing back memories, causing her to feel intense erotic sensations as she pretended to sleep, despite his sensuous caresses. The stranger toying with her body made her sneak a quick look at her husband through barely split eyelids. She breathed a sigh of relief that he seemed not to be looking at them.

Her eyes slid down to the stranger’s khaki shorts, wondering IF?

‘Oh MY GOD! Look at that bulge in his shorts!’ Her eyes, peering through the thinnest of space between her eyelids, traveled up and down the cylinder that had formed under the pant leg of the man’s shorts. He had to be bigger than any of her brothers, by far, and bigger than any of their friends that she had been required to bring to completion. Even bigger than her father’s friends that had used her mouth. Without question he was bigger than her husband!

She wondered if that was all of him. Maybe he was only partly erect? Maybe he still had more to boast about? Swana took a deep slow breath, then flexed. ‘YES!’ Her button popped open just like she wanted it to! She could feel the stranger take a quick breath of surprise. She felt him shift slightly to peer down her dress. She wondered if he could see her nipple. She hoped so. She looked again to see if her beloved husband Chris was looking at t hem yet. She almost smiled when she saw that true to form, he was concentrating totally on his driving.

The stranger’s hand slid on down, and again caressed her breast. His touch was so soft, so gentle. She could feel her body begin to moisten, preparing her body for his masculine penetration. She knew that if she moved just right his hand would fully cover her breast. And then she could perhaps touch his shaft as well. That huge thickness that tantalized her curiosity was within her reach.

She wanted to touch such a magnificent shaft in the worst way. Her mind swirled with questions. How big were his testicles? Did they hang down like her brother’s one friend, hang down and swing as he stroked in and out of her mouth, holding her head as he penetrated her mouth over and over, urging her to suck harder, to use her tongue on his cock head, to caress his balls as he used her mouth. His large chestnuts had felt so incredibly malleable in her young hand. She could remember it as if it were yesterday. The soft silky essence of his testicles in her small hand, moving softly in her palm as he stroked in and out of her suckling oral cavity. She remembered how he had suddenly spurted so much sperm into her mouth right after he put his hand down her sarong and squeezed her breast. She had swallowed and swallowed his issue for what seemed an eternity. His sperm had been sweet, maybe the sweetest sperm she had ever tasted.

Certainly sweeter than her beloved Chris’s sperm. Her husband’s had a bitter taste. It had taken a while for her to get used to it. Not that she had ever said no, nor even objected to sucking him off. It was just that his sperm was not the tastiest bit of pleasure she had experienced over the years. But he seemed to love to have her suckle him to completion and she was more than glad to do it for him. He was such a kind and caring man.

Swana carefully thought through how she would move to accomplish her purposes. Taking one last squint at her husband, she shifted her chest down a bit, snuggling in under the stranger’s arm a bit more, and let her hand fall down onto his lap. Her fingers dangled onto the fabric covered shaft of his hardness. When she looked back down, the head of his penis was showing below the hem of his pant leg! She could feel her breathing become deeper. She knew she had to control her breathing or he would know she was not asleep.

What was it about this guy? What was it about this stranger that made her willing to risk discovery by her husband just to ffel his hands on her breasts?

Again she looked to see if Chris was looking at them. Her fingers were about two inches short of being able to caress the stranger’s exposed dark pink glans. She wanted to touch it in the worst way.

It suddenly occurred to her that if she went back to her bed to “take a nap” she could probably stay out of dutch with her husband. And there was a chance the stranger would follow her back there.

Then they could explore each other more thoroughly, in a bit more privacy.


TBC