I sat in my Jacuzzi just opposite the strongest jet in the tub. My legs were slightly parted and my head was tilted back. My eyes closed, and my mind conjuring up thoughts of Rick and all the erotic moments we had shared this past week.
Some say that the mind is the most fertile wonderland in which to cultivate sexual satisfaction. I must agree; for by just using my thoughts and with the slightest physical stimulation, I'm able to orgasm over and over again. The past hour and a half had proven that more then four times.
It is also the place where I fantasize about such things as love, hate, revenge, and of delights yet to be attained. Most women who are highly sexed, I've been told, think about sex five or six times a day. I must be the exception, because it is a constant companion that can come to life by simply seeing something that resembles a cock, or a guy with tight buns, or the shapes clouds form in the sky, anything. I can convert the most innocent visual things into something that has to do with sex.
Ever since I had watched the forced seduction of my stepfather by my baby sitter, I've been planning all sorts of revenge. So... that coupled with my hunger for sex, has served to keep me in a constant state of sexual anxiety.
Rick had discussed it with me and tried to figure out why I held this grudge. We finally concluded that I was upset because Susanne had the intimacy with my stepfather, which I had been dreaming about since I was eleven. Then when he passed away before those dreams could become reality, I had nourished this need to get even. I had witnessed them having sex and I was fascinated as I watched.
So now my plan was to make Susanne watch me make love and experience the same hunger that I had endured that evening so many years ago.
Actually I had blown things out of proportion in my mind. Rick was probably much better for me then daddy would have been. Few dreams could ever come close to what Rick had down with me. And actually we had only been physically intimate during the past week or so. Yet, I still harbored this need to have Susanne beg to be satisfied sexually.
Of all the scenarios I had fantasized, none came close to my most recent one. Rick would be the most important player in this one. Now I had to convince him to join Susanne and I in a threesome.
Over the past several years I had kept in contact with Susanne and she had confessed to being Bi. That would be a plus. But my experience with women was limited to those occasions when I had engaged in sex with girls at finishing school.
Though I loved to have a girl, any girl, go down on me, I found it just a bit difficult to return the favor. I have to admit, I do like the taste of myself and frequently put my fingers or my dildo in my mouth just to get the thrill of tasting my own sex.
Rick was on travel now and wouldn't return until early Friday afternoon. I had been calling him each night and masturbating my self to near exhaustion having phone sex with him. I love to listen to his hand as it slides salaciously up and down the length of his hard cock while he describes what he wants to do to me in that low sensuous voice of his.
As for me, first I use my fingers to get really wet, then to get off again and again, until my hand gives out. That's when I reaching over, get my vibrator, and continue. He could talk a nun into becoming a nymphomaniac with the things he describes. And he has the sexiest voice imaginable.
So much for those reveries, I thought, as I climbed out of the warm water, turned off the jets and dried myself off. Not completely satisfied, I went to my sloping rail, pushed the suction cup on the base of my favorite dildo down on top of it, fixing it at just the right spot, and spreading my legs, straddled it. Pushing my pussy down, it slid in deep.
Leaning forward I can force it to stroke my clit and by thrusting up and down I can get off using it this way. Generally in under three or four minutes. Now satisfied, I lifted off it. I gazed down and smiled at the creamy froth of my own making, which had been churned up and deposited as a ring around its base.
Reaching down I let my index finger glean the thick mass onto my finger and brought it to my lips. God, I do taste good, I thought.
Now I pattered, barefoot and nude, to the room I call the chamber. I had outfitted it with all the sex paraphernalia I thought I might enjoy using on myself and on Susanne. Most of the restraining devices in the room consisted of the cuffs on the wall, the chair with its variety of straps and the stirrups and the leather cuffs on the corners of the bed. Those were options that could be used to hold someone spread eagle, if needed.
Rick had helped me assemble most of it and I had tried some of the devices.
I looked around, and feeling brazen, decided to try the motor driven dildo for the first time. I had placed the reclining chair with its restraints in front of it, and with some pushing and shoving I got it into position. The control for it, I held in my left hand and slid high in the chair, then let myself down so the flexible dildo attached to it, entered my pussy about three inches.
Tentatively I turned it on. Slowly the artificial penis moved into my wet cunt. And it stroked back and forth about three inches. It really didn't do much for me so I switched out the rubber dildo and attached another which had a clit stimulator molded atop it. That did it! By scrunching down I could feel the vee shaped soft flap stroke against my clit with each forward thrust.
I usually cum fast so I kept the thing moving in and out rather slowly. As my first orgasm began I increased the depth of its thrust and then its speed. I went Ballistic. Two more orgasms and I was getting a bit dry and had to add some lube to the plunging rubber cock.
It was awkward to use without a second person to help position it, but god help anyone who doesn't have the control in hand. If I had been restrained and couldn't control it, I think I would have passed out. It would be perfect to use on Susanne.
About Susanne: I had watched her blackmail my stepfather, Karl, into having sex with her. I had, unbeknownst to her, watched her cum again and again while I hid in the shadows and masturbated. At that time I was sixteen. A year later my father was killed and I never had the intimacy that she had with him.
I had kept in touch with her and now she was coming to visit me. She was German and sometimes reverted to her native language when she got excited. My father was also German so I think that's how he came to hire her to take care of me.
My plan was to introduce her to Rick. From that point on, I knew she would try to steal him away. She also had this thing for older men. The only stumbling block was convincing Rick to go along with it. He is rather shy but I think he would do almost anything, within reason, for me. Including having sex in the presence of someone else.
For the next two days I busied myself shopping and straightening up the house. Getting rid of empty cartons and trying not to think too much about Susanne. I don't know why I keep using her full name because she has been asking me to just call her Sue for some time now. Actually her full name is Susanne Bremmer. I think Rick would prefer to just call her Sue and let it go at that.
She arrived at two in the afternoon on Friday. I did put on my sexiest, casual clothes. That would be my tightest jeans with a white blouse that ties at the waist, and a pair of loafers. Girls always want to show off their best assets, which happen to be my figure. Being only five feet two and having only 34B breasts, I am rather petite.
When I opened the door she immediately threw her arms around my neck and gave me a kiss, full on my lips. "Amber, sweetheart, you're as pretty as ever," she gushed.
I invited her in and took her bag. She had come straight from the airport so she was dressed more formally. Slacks, a blouse and jacket, and dress shoes. Her hair was still that long blond mane that I had always envied.
Showing her to the guest room I left her to unpack and get comfortable. When she returned she had changed into something more casual and sexy. She had put on just a little weight but it complemented her figure. She was about a 36C on top, but her waist remained thin and enticing.
She had changed her blouse to something similar to what I wore, but it was a light blue, and didn't button until somewhere below her breasts. Normally she wore a bra, but not now, and I was surprised that she wasn't saggy. I didn't think she had gone for implants because of the way they sort of flattened when she slouched back on the sofa.
