On our first night they assigned me to a Queen-sized bed with an attractive brunette named Darla. Of course, those sleeping arrangements weren't set in stone. There were five beds in our room, ten people total, each person representing half of a couple. The other half of each couple, including my wife, was in another house in another city somewhere, being filmed with night vision cameras doing exactly what we were doing. The producers wanted us to experiment as much as possible during the next two weeks that we would be separated from our spouses.
As Darla climbed into bed and crawled towards me, completely naked except for a flimsy, baby-blue thong, I could see what the producers had in mind by putting us together. From the very beginning, I hadn't liked the idea of sleeping in a house of hyper-sexual strangers while my wife did the same in another house. My wife was the one who said that we needed the money, and for 100,000 dollars I had said that I would be able to abide by the rules of the show without actually having sex with anyone. She had promised me the same, but I was beginning to worry. As seductive as Darla was, I wondered who they had paired off with my wife, to coax her into having sex, into opening her up for the rest of the group. I've always been the jealous type; I don't know how or why I had ever agreed to do a reality show like this.
Wait, yes I do, it was the money.
Her arms bent slightly at the elbow; long, sweet-smelling hair draping down either side of her head; green eyes glimmering softly, she lowered herself onto me.
"You have to touch me tonight," she whispered, "it's the rule."
She weighed maybe 110 pounds, maybe less, about 5' 2" tall. Petite. Dark hair past her shoulders. Fair, porcelain skin. Soft, upturned lips just slightly parted with expectation. Perfectly aligned, polished teeth, gleaming in the soft light of the night-stand lamp. She slid her left leg around my right and her right leg between both of mine as I lay on my back. The smooth, buttery soft sensation was intoxicating. I knew why, too. She couldn't have been more than 19. Probably young enough to almost be my daughter. Her backstory for the show was that she was engaged to an older nightclub owner and they both liked to swing. I wasn't. Neither was my wife, Gabrielle.
But thoughts of Gabrielle were pushed aside when I felt the flimsy, diaphanous material at the front of Darla's baby-blue thong brushing along my bare leg. Lightly straddling my right thigh, she slid up and down my leg a few times, the thong riding lower on her and exposing her flesh to mine as she slid around, moist and hot.
I felt a faint shudder in her supple legs and saw her face momentarily tighten as if in the embrace of an orgasm, but then she lifted her legs over mine and settled between my thighs, spreading them apart just slightly. She wriggled the delicate spaghetti straps supporting her thong against my inner things as she pressed her smooth, flat belly against my crotch.
She cooed at me, "I don't have to use my hands. But I could if you'd like..."
Just then I felt her soft fingertips on my waist, smooth, perfectly carved nails brushing against my flat stomach.
"Nice abs," she said.
I was wearing a red silk thong and she slipped just the tips of her fingers under the waistband, lifting it enough for her to blow down onto my crotch. Her sweet-smelling dark hair was spread over my chest and belly, and I touched it, taking a punch of it between my thumb and forefingers. Soft and sleek yet not oily.
Then I felt her breath, as warm and moist as her candy pink lips looked, and for a moment I thought she had already taken me into her mouth.
But she hadn't, yet, and inch by inch she tugged down my thong, nuzzling me with just a layer of thin silk between my package and her nose. She bit playfully at my bulge beneath the restraining silk, opening her mouth and resting her perfect teeth on it. She was getting into it, smiling, posing, teasing my thong down.
"Want me to do it without my hands," and she pressed her lips against my waist, kissing my body while she bit the waistband in her teeth and tugged it down.
"Or with?" she asked, and I felt a light, electrifying sensation around my anus that caused my body to noticeably tense.
As she teased me, she kept sliding up against my crotch, wriggling her hips against my inner thighs. Her right hip was completely bare and slid smoothly. The hand-tied knot had come loose, exposing even more of her to my bare legs. The supple, warm folds between her legs were slick with lubricating juices, and she pressed herself against my thigh as she dragged her sculpted nails across my bulging crotch. Her pubic hair had been shaved back to a well-trimmed strip on her pudendum that offered a pleasant change in texture.
I didn't see the man behind her until he was at the foot of our bed and had touched her from behind.
He was completely nude and fully erect, very well-endowed.
He looked into my eyes without speaking and I nodded. Darla noticed his presence too, for she raised her small, round ass into the air and pressed her face into my crotch as he kneeled on the edge of the bed and wrapped his hands around her thighs.
She was wet enough for him to easily enter her without any additional lubrication, and he did all at once. She must have been tight, because he closed his eyes and tensed as she pushed herself back against him. When he fucked her, pushing her foreward, her face came into contact with my belly, and she kissed, licked, sucked on my skin.
"Oh, Ricky," she moaned, and I realized that he was the one who she had been flirting with over dinner. He had probably been so horny that he had set out to find her.
His face reddening and his eyes pressed tightly shut, he worked his penis in her faster, and her eyes were pressed tightly shut and her mouth opened as she moaned and nibbled on my stomach, her long, sweet-smelling hair covering my muscular torso.
My dick was erect beneath my silk thong and gripped with sudden, carefree lust I bunched up her hair in my right hand and pushed her head down towards my hard, thick cock, oozing precum.
"Oh yeah..." she moaned, and licked the base of my penis, tracing the design the stylist had made in my pubes with the tip of her tongue.
He slammed into her harder, and she pushed herself up onto her hands and knees to brace herself for the rougher pace. She parted her lips and licked them, looking down at the head of my cock just inches below her face as if she was going to take it in just then, but he pushed even harder into her, sending her forward, collapsing in ecstasy on my chest.
He left a few minutes later towards his own bed, and I wasn't surprised when she followed him.
Alone, with a raging erection, I lay on my back in the large curtain-divided room, listening to the sounds of pleasure from the other beds.
