To begin, the details leading up to my journey would be too much to rehash, but suffice it to say that my trip to Australia was the sort of geographical catharsis that many, often mistakably, undergo to attempt to purge themselves of some sort of emotional or personal trauma. The only advantage I had in going into it was the knowledge that the trip would not necessarily assuage all the pain and bitterness of a failed marriage, but that I was going to be spending some time with friends who were with me through that chaotic period of my life. The fact that I wasn't seeking out mindless, random encounters in a faraway land, but rather re-affirming a very special friendship made it much less than a rebound, and more a falling into a net of support in my hour of need.
It should be noted at the outset that my situation is quite unorthodox. In those days when my marriage was crumbling into mind numbingly apathetic oblivion, I had taken solace online in an attempt to keep from crossing the one line that my conscience would never allow me; namely a physical sexual relationship outside of my marriage. I can't tell you how many times I had to refuse standing offers of "name the place and time", but despite my wife's apathy for me, I loved her enough to not want to hurt her in that way. I have had the pleasure of cybering with many women, however, I would like to point out that I am very picky about who I choose to associate with on a regular basis.
I have a set of rules that I live by online, the most important of which is the fact that I do not get exclusive. I have no desire to be collared and hold no expectations of anyone except that they be discrete, and respect the fact that my time with them is theirs alone, and my time with others is to be respected as well. You can imagine my surprise, when two of my favorite playmates became mutually aware of each other. I was horrified. I should have expected the worst, however, both women genuinely came to like each other and in a short period of time, brief dalliances that all of us engaged in with others notwithstanding, we became a de-facto threesome. Not that kind of threesome, though the potential was there, but our online relationship grew into a kind of virtual klatch, with the three of us meeting at yahoo to play pool, truth or dare, and generally play cyber slap ass games. To a person not in such a relationship it may be hard to believe that two women would willingly "share" a person such as myself, but each of us felt, and still feel that the situation is workable enough that there is no feeling of betrayal by my requesting to spend "alone time" with either of them. The fact is that I'm very fond of both women, and while there are some similarities in the needs that each of them meet in me, there are also significant differences that make each of them unique. My holiday in Australia afforded me time with both, but every journey has a beginning, and mine starts in Melbourne.
Technically, it started in Sydney, where I arrived after a lengthy plane ride. I took a day to rest up and acclimate, as I was coming from summer into the Australian winter. I took a smaller flight to Melbourne where I caught a cab to the address sent to me by a woman I will call Red. I won't lie and say that I wasn't nervous as hell as I made my way up the walk to her door that evening. I'd dressed every bit the redneck that she knew me to be, from my NASCAR ball cap to my denim shirt, wrangler jeans, silver buckle and cowboy boots. I was amazed at the attention I'd gotten in the airport by the local women, and hoped that my friend would be as pleased.
I knocked at the door and it was flung open wide. There stood the woman I'd called sweetheart for so long. Red was self conscious about her appearance, and this was our first face to face meeting. She needn’t have worried. I felt such affection for the person I had come to know online that I really didn't care what she looked like, though I must tell you I was not disappointed. Auburn hair, fair skin, very Irish looking I thought, nice breasts, small waist, and a curvy full ass.
"Hello Sweetheart..." I said, my voice shaking a bit.
She greeted me warmly with a kiss as I stepped into her unit. It was cozy enough, and I spied the computer which she and I had corresponded with so many times. This was about as far as my observations got, before she slammed me against the door and began kissing me madly. I'd not had sex in so long its embarrassing to relate the actual time period, and though I'd had plans to sweetly seduce her, they went right out the window.
She was wearing a nice skirt and nothing under it. My jeans were down around my ankles in seconds and I was pounding my cock into her steamy pussy in less than a minute, having reversed our position, pinning her against the door. One hand was clasped upon her lovely round buttocks and the other was feeling up her bosom while she took a firm grasp of my tight ass and rammed me against her again, and again and again. Knowing her as I did, it was no surprise that she later related to me that she'd spent the day reading erotica on Literotica.com and was primed for my arrival. Its not that I can't control my orgasm, but I was seriously turned on at this point and getting closer to the point of no return as our lips parted and our tongues danced and swirled around in a kiss that could literally take your breath away. I knew that her breasts are one of her most favorite areas to be fondled, but I wanted her to cum with me, so my hand hiked up her skirt a bit more, and my fingers found her hard clit, drenched with her juices from my equally hard cock ramming her sweet cunt. I began to jack her off as I fucked her and we both fell to the floor, where she ended up on top of me, riding me for all I was worth. This had the effect of letting me get more under control of my excitement, but only strengthened my resolve to bring her to orgasm. I kept stroking, and stroking and stroking her sweet member as if it were my own, and she drove my cock deeper and deeper into her, her rocking matching my thrusts.
"Oooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhh hmmmmmmmmmmmyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy ggggggggooooooooooooooodddddddddddddddddddd !!!!!!!!!!!!!" she began to wail as she fucked me harder and harder. My own cries of passion began to escape my lips as we fucked each other closer to oblivion.
"AAAAaaaaaaaah! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaah!" is about all I could manage before moaning her name repeatedly as I grew nearer and nearer to the point of climax.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ggggggggggggggggggggggggggooooooooooooooooooooo ddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddd, I'mmmmmmmm cummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmingggggggggg!" she exclaimed in a wonderfully orgasmic tone as I fucked and jacked her off. That was it for me, I rolled her over, and drove my cock home as I came in violent, wonderfully exhausting spurts, filling her with my hot seed; each ejaculation punctuated by a deep hard thrust.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh yesssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss...." she purred as she felt my warmth effuse her love vault. We fell to kissing again and I felt the wonderful aftershocks of her subsequent minor orgasms as my cock refused to soften, and I continued, albeit more slowly, to fuck her with deep feeling. She wrapped her arms around me as I settled my head on her breast and we lay silent for many moments, our hearts coming into rhythm with each other and our beings seemingly merging into one warm sticky existence. The sweet pungent odor of good sex, combined with her musk tinged the air, and added only to the delirium of our coupling.
I'm not the type of man to just slam, bam, thank you ma'am, but the deep affection that coursed through me, in addition to the wonderful feeling of lying between the legs of a fully satisfied woman who was softly stroking my back and running her nails across my shaved head was not without a sedating effect. I was in that in between place that would probably most correctly correspond to the aboriginal concept of the dreamtime, when she softly kissed my forehead and said in her sweet Aussie accent,
"Hello to you too..."
This stirred me from my reverie and brought a slight chuckle to my lips.
"If this is an Aussie welcome, I think I'm going to love this country..." I returned, my drawl emerging from the fact that I was damn near exhausted. I've lived all over the US, including the south, and my family is from the south, so when I am a little bit tired, or I am around southerners my hereditary drawl tends to make its way out. Fortunately, my Aussie hostess found it to be very sexy.
"Baby," I intoned with affection, "I think I need a shower."
"I think we both do," she said playfully as we disrobed each other and shared a wonderfully naked embrace.
"I've been waiting for this for so long...", she said softly.
