A Change Of Pace 9

A Change of Pace

"Steven," she whispered sleepily, "I think I need a change of pace." We were dozing on a Sunday afternoon and the slanting rays of a late fall sun fell lazily through the bedroom window blinds. We had finished a morning of lazy love-making, easy and fulfilling.

"What did you have in mind?" I asked as my hand lazily grazed Ginni's smooth stomach.

"Well, you've never really been the kind to give me a good pounding..." her voice trailed off and I had to agree with her. My style was more slow-and-gentle. I appreciated the luxury of foreplay, the back and forth exchanging of leads, not that I didn't enjoy a good quickie now and then. Time is not always what we wish it were. But I never had truly enjoyed hard-pounding fucking. I had given it a try a few times, but it usually left me with a sore and numb dick. "I was wondering," she continued, "if maybe we couldn't try another approach."

"What exactly are you thinking?" I asked tentatively, not sure where this was headed.

"We've been together a while, and I feel we're very confident in our relationship. Perhaps we could 'call in a reliever' to turn a baseball phrase. You know, a 'closer' someone with a good, hard fastball as a change of pace from the sliders and curves you so deliciously throw my way." Ginni and I had been together a long time, neither of us what you would call young. We were learning that with age comes a certain comfort to consider things we hadn't when we were younger, to explore a bit more. Still, this turn took me by surprise.

"Well, it would definitely make me happy to see you enjoy yourself," I began hesitantly.

"You mean you would want to watch?" she chimed in.

"I wasn't quite there yet," I replied, turning the idea over in my head. I was quiet for several minutes while she eyed me, sitting up and drawing the covers over her breasts, an indication that the conversation had turned serious. "I suppose if you were to be doing anything with someone else, I might want to keep an eye on it... for your safety..." She eyed me with a knowing glance. "Fine, it might be hot to see you get a good pounding." My voice cracked a little as my brain processed the idea of her naked with another man having his way with her. And yet, something was stirring inside me, a kind of nervous excitement. She sat quietly, though I did notice a little flush in her face.

"You always enjoy when I put on a show for you. When I touch myself. When I bring out my toys." Her voice was slow and steady, her eyes locked on mine. "Think of it as a private show, but with a special guest star." Her voice lowered as she leaned closer til it was barely a whisper. "I promise to put on a good show for you. Lots of moaning, naughty words. You can play along if you like." She laid a hand on my chest, caressing a nipple with the palm of her hand. "You like to play along."

"We're going to need some rules," I said.

We spent much of the afternoon discussing guidelines and working out logistics. I won't bore you with details, but it was a very sexy exercise. She teased, I teased back. Eventually we agreed on the terms and conditions.

The day arrived and a guest star had been selected after several interviews and a couple coffee meetups. She was in charge of casting, this being her production. I was simply the audience, though I thought there might be some audience participation. Jeff arrived for lunch around 1. We decided an afternoon would be good so everybody was fresh and full of energy. Besides, I enjoyed sex on bright sunny afternoons, the light showing off raw details. We had a light lunch of sandwiches and iced tea. I suggested an adult beverage, but she said she wanted everyone to be at their clear-headed best and suggested we might do celebratory libations, if everything went to plan.

We adjourned to the guest room, where the blinds were angled to allow plenty of natural light and the bed was fitted with a light blanket and a variety of pillows. Jeff and I sat in chairs set in opposite corners while she stood in the middle of the room in a yellow sundress. She drew her long hair up into a loose ponytail and eased the straps off her shoulders, allowing the halter-style dress to fall and gather around her waist. She ran her hands softly across her shoulders then followed the curve of her breasts down to her stomach. She then hefted her breasts in her hands, pressing them together to create a deep cleavage. I saw Jeff shift in his chair and figured he was feeling much the way I was, a little excited and 'swollen'. Her eyes flitted back and forth between us, no doubt noting the appreciative looks we wore, and the attention we were giving her.

"Well, are you boys going to just sit there?" she asked playfully. I looked at Jeff who looked nervously back at me. I took a minute to assess my next move. While she knew everything about me, Jeff was going to be a surprise. He was younger than us by about 10 years, fit without being overly developed. He had an outdoorsy look, rugged and tanned with hair a bit on the long side and windblown.

"I think you should unwrap your new toy." I said, my voice shaking a bit. Jeff turned his head quickly, a little redness showing on his tanned face. I watched as she took a few tentative steps, closing the gap to where he sat. She leaned forward a little, her breasts falling away from her chest. She eased the buttons on his shirt open, slowly. I couldn't tell if she was teasing or nervous, but he sat back, allowing her to reach down to the bottom button, just below his waist. Her hand lingered on his lap for a moment and he closed his eyes, turning his head up so the sunlight crossed his profile. She leaned closer and laid her cheek alongside his, nuzzling his stubbly skin. She bent her neck and pressed her lips against the side of his neck, purring gently as she passed his ear. He raised his hands to an embrace, laying softly against the bare skin of her back.

As she stood, I could see her hands shaking. She swayed a bit and her face glowed with her nervous energy. She laid a hand on his head to steady herself, lacing her fingers through the mop of hair leaving it even more disheveled.

"I think I need to sit down for a moment" Her voice was dark and winded. Jeff sat back in his chair and patted his lap as an offer. She nodded and crossed to the edge of the bed where she lay back on her elbows. A moment of indecision passed between Jeff and I before she said, "Steve, I need a little grounding, if you don't mind." I was puzzled for a moment until she lifted the full skirt of her sundress, exposing first her bare legs, then her freshly trimmed pussy. I slid down from the chair and scooted the short distance to the bed on my knees, unbuttoning my own shirt as I moved. I shifted to ease the tension building in my pants, and the tenting. By the time I sat between her splayed thighs, my shirt was off and I felt the silky skin of her legs on my bare shoulders. She hooked her feet behind my back and drew me in until my face was buried in her. She was soaked in excitement and her grip barely allowed me to get a good breath. Still, I soldiered on, my tongue tracing shapes on her lips then across her sensitive, swollen clit, finally plunging deep into her warmth.

As I worked, I was vaguely aware of movement in the room. I felt her shift on the bed and felt the heat of another body. I realized Jeff was standing at the side of the bed, rocking with her rhythmic movements. I was finally able to draw back and raise my head, placing a finger on her slick sex, when I saw her face. Jeff's cock was sliding across her lips, glistening in the natural light spilling through the blinds. Her eyes were closed and a hand worked around the base, casually stroking his cock and balls. I worked a finger easily in her wet cunt and rolled her clit with my thumb and watched her squirm from the stimulation as she struggled to keep Jeff's stiff cock stroking across her partially-opened mouth. He was a bit longer than I, straight and rigid. A twinge of jealousy struck me as I watched her eagerly attending to his rod, her eyes closed, his hand in the messy ponytail that was loosening with each movement, dropping strands of hair across her shoulders and down onto her face.

"I think I'm ready," she breathed as she lay back on her elbows. I scooted across the floor to make room for Jeff. He looked at me and I recognized the question on his face. I tilted my head toward Ginni and nodded. He smiled and approached the edge of the bed where I had been kneeling. He stood, bracing his knees against the mattress. Slightly bent, and lined up his steely dick at her entrance. She looked at me nervously. I smiled and nodded, she smiled back and braced her hands on Jeff's arms, lifting her legs to his chest. Jeff grabbed his rod and rubbed the head against her wet lips, gaining a little lubrication, pressing lightly against the opening. Finding her well lubricated, he sank slowly inside her. Ginni closed her eyes and leaned her head back, appearing to enjoy the sensation of this first penetration. She ground her pelvis against his, urging him deeper, rocking and twisting. Once he was satisfied he was as deep as he would go, Jeff eased back then slammed deep inside, leaving only his scrotum visible. Ginni let out a little grunt and pushed back. I could tell he was gauging how hard she wanted. All doubt was removed when she opened her eyes, staring boldly into his, and said firmly, "More."

Jeff clearly got the message as he began what can only be described as an all-out assault on her wet pussy. He set a fast rhythm, hitting her hard with each stroke. I heard the slap of skin on skin, the grunts as they collided, the sloppy wet sounds of their movements. The bed rocked and Ginni's hair came completely undone, swaying back and forth. Her breasts bounced and rolled on her chest. The muscles in his arms were taut and his body lurched back and forth with each thrust. She tightened her legs around his waist and locked her feet together, pulling him inward and helping her hang on in the flurry of activity. Ginni's arms shifted to his shoulders, then neck, bringing them closer together, her bottom lifting off the bed with each deep stroke. She planted her mouth against his neck and I could see her alternately biting and licking as her head bobbed and swayed. After several minutes, Jeff slowed the pace and Ginni collapsed back on the bed, her legs still on his chest. They both breathed deeply, covered in a sheen of perspiration. He smiled down at her, "Ready for more?"

Ginni's eyes lit up and she nodded enthusiastically. Jeff grabbed her and turned her over, dragging her back so her feet were on the floor and her upper body lay on the bed, face down. He propped her hips up with a pillow and pressed down on her shoulders so her back arched and her lips were exposed to him. I could see they were red and puffy and coated in wetness. He eased himself back inside her from the rear with a single long thrust. Taken by surprise, Ginni slid across the bed before regaining her composure and pushing back hard against him. They went on like this for a few minutes when Ginni turned and gave me a big smile then gestured for me to come to her. Without missing a thrust, she pulled me across the bed and covered my mouth with hers. I could taste the remnants of his cock on her mouth as she pressed her tongue deep against mine. She shifted her weight so she could wrap free hand around the base of my stiff cock.

She tugged and twisted, not taking her mouth off mine. I felt her movements as she was being ridden hard from behind, and felt her muffled grunts against my own lips. She then moved her mouth down my neck to my chest where she eagerly bit on a nipple, the rocking of her body creating a tugging of her teeth on the sensitive nub. After a few strokes she gave up and proceeded to my cock, wrapping her lips snugly around the head, swirling the knob with her tongue. I worked a hand beneath her to her breasts, swinging freely, her nipples stiff and swollen from grazing the bedsheets as they moved. I felt and heard her moaning with my cock in her mouth, the vibrations adding to the sensations on my sensitive member. Jeff was working up a bit of a sweat with his steady rhythm and deep, long strokes. He reached forward and wrapped his hand in the remnants of her ponytail and gave a gentle tug, at first. Ginni resisted, sinking her mouth deeper around my swollen cock. He pulled harder, then she pulled back, moaning deeply through her full mouth.

Finally, Jeff pulled out and lay on the bed. Ginni wasted no time in straddling him, plunging herself down on his cock once more. He rocked his pelvis to meet her, sending her into another round of moans as she braced herself with her hands on his chest. She rolled and ground her hips as she rode him, breasts bouncing and swaying, hair falling in her face, the ponytail now gone.

"Now this, this is what I meant by a good pounding!" she cried as she collapsed on Jeff's chest. Then she looked at me, "Game for a little challenge?" she asked playfully. I nodded and watched as she turned her body, without uncoupling, to face Jeff's feet, which were hanging off the edge of the bed. She was right at the edge and arched her back, set in a reverse cowgirl position. She took my hand and guided me between his legs and pushed me down to my knees. Her pussy lips were swollen, wet, and right in front of my face. I could see, up close, his cock buried inside. She gently pushed my head down to meet her mons. I kissed her gently and began exploring with my tongue. She rocked her hips back to I could find her clit which was throbbing and stiff. I began licking and she slowly started rocking, then stroking the stiff cock inside her.

As her strokes became longer, I could feel the shaft of his cock, occasionally bumping it with my tongue or lip. She continued to pick up the pace until, with a hard slam, she took everything inside she could. I wrapped my lips around her shaft and flicked my tongue across the hard nubbin. I felt her shaking and listened to the moans, and a high-pitched squeal as a gusher rolled out of her. Just as she began to relax, Jeff picked up the pace and began thrusting from beneath her. His thrusts came faster and more erratic until he rocked his hips back and his cock popped out. He pulled Ginni back to him and stroked himself against her wet lips, launching a spray of cum across her belly and thighs, dripping down between her legs.

Ginni rolled off of Jeff and lay down on the bed, breathing hard. Jeff scooted himself onto the bed and lay next to Ginni. I lay on Ginni's other side. As her breathing slowed, she kissed me deeply, moaning 'thank you' over and over.