Magnum Tales ~ E is for Ennui
By J.M. Hadley
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He’d been gone all day and I was bored. Even Paradise can be dull if there is no one to share it with. He’d taken the car, but even if he hadn’t I had no idea where to go or what to do once I got there. I made use of all of the things to do at the house. There was an awesome gym so I worked out; lifting weights and running a few miles on the treadmill. I sat in the hot tub for a while and swam in the pool. I went for a walk on the beach and the sights and the smells and sounds of a tropical island were amazing, but I didn’t want to get too far from home, so I didn’t go far. I went swimming in the sea, enjoying the warm aquamarine water and the surf. It would have been wonderfully romantic—had he been here with me. It was nice, but I miss him.
He called while I was swimming. I didn’t realize it until much later, and when I called him back he was too busy to talk. Some vacation.
I had a small lunch—there wasn’t much to eat—and decided to take a nap. I lay down on the comfortable bed beneath the ceiling fan and fell asleep. I was apparently still tired from traveling. When I woke up, I saw on my cell phone that he had called again. I called him back, lonely, bored, and missing him, but he still couldn’t come to the phone. He was with a client, setting up a dinner appointment. Oh goody. Probably some stodgy old letch with an equally dowdy wife. Can’t wait. I wanted to go out to a nice trendy place, maybe wear something sexy and fun, not spend an evening with Mr. and Mrs. Boring, discussing the price of corn in Kansas. At least he’ll be home soon. Only a few more hours.
There still wasn’t much to do. I didn’t feel like watching TV. I could do that anywhere. I decided I would go out in the yard and enjoy the tropical sun. I put on a bikini, grabbed a bottle of sunscreen and headed outdoors. I knew nobody could see me, and was feeling kinda sexy and languorous after my nap anyway so I decided to ditch the bikini and laid out on the chaise in the nude. I slowly rubbed the lotion on my slim, long legs and up to my hips and abs, and eventually my breasts and shoulders. I liked the way it made me shiny and oily. Bodies are so sexy when they are oiled up.
My God! I thought. I was becoming aroused again. I rubbed more of the lotion on the skin around my pussy—it was so smooth. How did I ever become so oversexed? It was Brian’s fault, of course. I was never this way before we met. Oh sure, I’d had my share of lovers; some were good, some weren’t, but there had never been anyone like him. He had turned me into a slut. Still rubbing the lotion over my skin, I remembered back to when we first met…
My girlfriend Kat had invited me to a party at a friend of a friend’s. She told me they would introduce me to someone that I would like, but didn’t give me any idea who he would be or what he would like. She just said he was hot, and had heard rumors. You know, those kinds of rumors. When I asked Kat what I should wear, she said “You have a sexy body. Show it off. I always do at her parties.”
“Yeah,” I said, “but you’re married. You know who you’re going home with.”
She took me by the hand. “Honey, there are things about me that you don’t know. Come to the party and see for yourself.” She started walking away, her toned ass swinging above her long legs, her high heels clicking on the sidewalk. “Wear something sexy,” she said over her shoulder.
Kat and her husband picked me up the night of the party in a limousine. She was wearing a short, halter style black dress with black stripper shoes. The back of her dress was so low I could almost see her ass! She looked amazing. She works out, like I do, everyday, and has an amazing body. In fact that’s where we met. She thought I looked good too. I was also wearing a mini-dress, but mine was a bit more conservative. It was silver with purple sequins and spaghetti straps, but at least it covered me. I bought a pair of new really cute purple heels to wear with it. I was a little nervous about not wearing any underwear, but underwear meant panty lines, and I’d tried on four different pairs under my dress before finally abandoning the effort. Before we got in the limo I whispered to her that I wasn’t wearing any underwear. She lifted the hem of her dress and showed me that she wasn’t either.
When we arrived at the party, it was obvious that it was a swinger’s party. People were hooking up all over the place. I’d never been to a swinger’s party and was suddenly very nervous. I was wearing a short dress and no underwear with horny men all around. When I expressed my concerns, Kat took me to the hostess of the party and introduced me. Her name was Melissa, and even though she was a little older, she was also dressed in a very sexy satin lingerie style gown. She immediately calmed my fears. She said the ladies at her parties were always completely in charge. The men had been carefully selected, and no meant no. Always. If I ever felt uncomfortable with any of the men, I should just let it be known. They would never be invited again. The men at my parties, Melissa said, are absolute gentlemen.
“Unless, of course,” she said with a wink, “you don’t want them to be.”
“Thank you for inviting me,” I said as I looked around. There were some very nice looking men here, and the women were all amazing. Everyone was talking and drinking and dancing and having a good time.
“Come with me, Abby,” Kat said. “There’s someone I’d like you to meet.” She held me by the hand as she led me across the room. Several of the men, and a few of the women, smiled at me. It was obvious I was new to the scene and was probably about to make a few new friends.
I was still nervous. I’d always heard about these parties, but had never been to one. I was no prude, but wasn’t sure that I was ready to participate in an all out orgy either. I’d been with more than one guy once, and liked it (what girl wouldn’t?) and even had sex with a few women in college, but I didn’t know what to expect. I was looking cautiously around, trying to figure it out, when Kat stopped and I didn’t. I bumped into a tall, well-built, very handsome man. And he had a shaved head. I’ve always had a thing for shaved heads.
“Abby, meet Brian. Brian, Abby.”
“Hi,” he said, smiling a perfect white smile. He held out his hand. I took it. My hand was dwarfed by his.
“Hi,” I repeated, flustered. He was like my dream man, a fantasy come true. “I’m Abby.”
“Yeah, I know,” he said sweetly and I could feel myself blush.
“I’ll leave you two alone,” Kat said, disappearing back into the crowd…
I remembered, sitting on the chaise in the Caribbean sun, that I was nervous and excited all at the same time. I was also very horny. People were making out all around us, kissing, petting, fondling. One girl in the corner was even giving a good looking man head. In front of everyone. Still embarrassed, I could feel my pussy starting to get wet. Was I supposed to do that? Was I supposed to fuck this guy? Right here at this party? He took me by the hand and I followed, unsure of what I was supposed to do, but willing to follow this hunk around for a little while. He took me outside to the pool area and got me a glass of white wine from the bar. I’d already had a few before I even got there. We sat down at a table where it was a lot quieter. He still held my hand.
“You look nice,” he said. “I love that dress. It looks amazing on you.”
“Thanks,” I said nervously, still unsure of what I was supposed to do. We talked for a while, small talk, really, just trying to get to know each other. He told me he was a salesman, selling high end sports equipment to college and professional athletic teams. I confessed I was a lawyer—and not real comfortable at a swinger’s party. He made it clear that he didn’t expect to have sex with me, just because we were talking. He seemed like a real nice guy. Despite the surroundings, he seemed real, interested, interesting. We were getting on well. I liked him and enjoyed talking to him. We’d been talking and drinking wine when a stunning brunette in a tiny pink bikini sat down next to Brian.
“Hi, Baby,” she said, kissing his cheek, then looked across the table at me. “Who’s she?”
“Abby,” he said politely. I sat up straighter, realizing that I was competing, and strangely, I was jealous. Who was this chick? Even though I had just been introduced to him, I liked him and he was talking with me. Who the fuck was she?
“You must be the lucky one tonight,” she said to me. “Be careful, you might get more than you bargained for.”
She got up and left, padding in her bare feet to the pool, where she dived in, losing her top in the process. She never even tried to put it back on. I moved closer to Brian, subconsciously staking my claim. “What did she mean by that?” I asked, still not very sure of myself.
“It’s no big deal,” Brian replied, clearly embarrassed.
“No big deal?” It was pink bikini again, from the pool. “Honey, I assure you, it is a very big deal.”
“What’s a big deal?”
“Can we go somewhere else?” Brian asked, and then leaned over to me. “She’s a little crazy,” he whispered.
“Sure,” I replied. “Where?”
“Follow me.” For the second time, he took me by the hand. I grabbed my wineglass and followed, now amused that he was trying to get away from the girl in the pink bikini. We ended up in a secluded corner, but there was only one chair. “Please,” he said, indicating the chair, “have a seat.” I carefully sat down; trying to keep my bare ass covered, and demurely crossed my legs.
“Sorry about that. She’s nuts.”
“What’s she talking about?”
He pulled up an ottoman and sat next to me. “I’d rather not say,” he said. “We’ve only just met.”
“Secrets? Already? We’ve only just met.” I sensed myself gaining the upper hand. He was as shy as I was, if maybe a little more used to the swinging scene. “Besides, I think I already know.” I pulled him closer and leaned into him. “I’m not blind, you know,” I whispered breathlessly in his ear. I’d seen something as he sat down, and I’d gotten a clue from the other girls at the party, who could rarely look him in the eye. They all looked at his crotch. Even through his slacks, it was obvious that he had a bigger than average cock.
“What?”
“You know. It’s not like you can hide it,” I teased him. I touched his thigh. The party was picking up and people all around us were now having sex. A couple came and sat together on the couch only feet from us; a long-haired blonde California girl climbed on top of a good looking black man. She was wearing only a garter belt and fishnet hose. He sucked her tits as she threw her head back in pleasure. Soon she pulled down his pants and began sucking his sizable cock. She knew we were watching and put on a show. I was getting crazy horny. I love to watch people fuck, but prior to tonight I’d never seen it in person, live. I’d only seen videos. I couldn’t take my eyes off the couple. They were fucking now; she riding him, clearly enjoying herself. I decided that if Brian said he wanted to fuck me, I wouldn’t say no. Besides, his package was intriguing me. “I think you’re sexy,” I whispered to him, a little drunk, kissing his ear, my hand still on his thigh.
“Look, Abby. Do you want to be here? You wanna go someplace to be alone?”
“Sure. Where do you want to go?”
“My place? It’s not far, and it’s nice and quiet.”
“Okay, I guess. Just let me tell my friend.” I told Kat where I was going and she told me to have a good time. Naked, she was making out with her husband and a cute brunette in a thong. Funny, the things you never knew about people.
We went out to Brian’s truck and he helped me in. I’m pretty sure that he figured out I wasn’t wearing underwear as he helped me into the truck, but I didn’t really care. I liked him. It wasn’t like he would be the first guy I’d fucked on the first date. I sat in the middle and he put his arm around me. I put my head on his shoulder.
“This is nice,” I said, wondering were tonight would lead. I’d already decided I’d like to see him again. It wasn’t long when we pulled up to a nice glass and steel high-rise building. He left the truck for the valet to park. As I slithered out of the seat, my dress slid up my ass, giving Brian and the valet an eyeful of ass and bare pussy. Without saying anything I pulled my dress down and walked into the building. Brian opened the door and put his arm around me again as we waited for the elevator. I stood on my tiptoes and kissed him, my hand on the back of his smooth bald head. I was a little tipsy from too much wine as the elevator took us up to his apartment. I was a little more forward, once we were alone in the elevator.
“So just how big is it?” I asked, running my hands down his shirt toward his pants. The door dinged and opened before I had a chance to find out. He fumbled with the key for his apartment, and then we were alone.
“Is this what she was talking about?” I ran my hands down the front of his pants and was shocked at what I found. Down one leg of his pants was an enormous cock. By far the biggest I had ever felt. “My God,” I said, “is this real?” I asked. He only nodded.
I started to undo his belt, eager to see this monster for myself. I squatted in front of him on my heels, my pussy clearly visible to him as I pulled on his pants. From within the confines of his boxers came a semi-hard cock that was much bigger than any I’d ever had. As I held it, his erection quickly grew until it pointed straight up. It was huge. It easily extended past his belly button, the head smooth and round and warm. It seemed like it was nearly the size of my fist. His shaft was easily eight inches long and two inches across. I couldn’t get my hand all the way around it. I stood up, his enormous prick still in my hand. I kissed him— my tongue exploring the inside of his mouth, his arm around my waist, drawing me closer to him.
“Just one thing,” I whispered, my desire increasing by the second. I started stroking his cock with my hand, eager to try it. I could feel a little pre-cum as I rolled my hand around his head. My pussy was dripping with anticipation.
“What’s that?” he asked.
“Don’t hurt me. It’s huge. Just don’t hurt me.”
He smiled. “It usually helps if you start out on top. But don’t worry.” He kissed me again. “I know how to use it. It won’t hurt….”
My fingers were flying over my clit, remembering my first big cock fuck. I lay in the Caribbean sun, cumming all over my fingers, completely aware that I had become his slut. I had just cum a few hours ago, and only a few hours before that when he fucked me in the shower, but here I was acting like a little girl who’d just had her first orgasm and wanted more. Panting and thrusting with my hips, rubbing with my fingers, my orgasm slowly came to an end. I’d never before been the kind of girl who masturbated, but he’d changed that too. Gently, slowly now, coming down from the peak, I slowly rubbed my fingers over my clit and lips. I jumped when the phone rang and hurried to pick it up.
“Hello?”
“Hi Baby,” he said. “What are you wearing?”
“Suntan lotion. And a smile.” My fingers continued slowly rubbing as I talked to him. “When are you coming home? I miss you.”
“Right now. But we don’t have much time. We have to meet a client for dinner. But I promise, you’ll like them. Put on something nice. I’ll be there to get you in a little while.”
“I’ll meet you at the door in my suntan lotion.”
“No time, baby, no time. Sorry. Later for sure, but no time now. Just hurry up and get ready. I’ll be there in about half an hour.”
I pouted.
“Fine.” I was lonely, horny, and bored but my man was too busy to fuck me. Even for a quickie. And I only had 30 minutes to get ready for an important dinner date with his client.
Today sucked.
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